It had been more than a week since I had seduced -- no, Taken -- my boss Rick. The entire episode had been unplanned and fully out of character for both of us. Rick was a tall, muscular, dominant man. I was short with a few extra pounds, and had the reputation for being a bit of a nurturer, a friendly port amidst work-related storms. Certainly I had found Rick attractive right from the day I first met him. He had a certain something that drew me in and made me feel, for lack of a better word, Thirsty. But his mood swings, his habit of barging into my office and expecting me to drop everything for his latest crisis, and his tendency to raise his voice whenever he felt strongly about anything left me drained at the end of each day. Until recently, Rick was eye candy that came with a big emotional price tag and I had no intention of doing anything other than staying away and doing my job.
But that had changed. Although I felt a bit awkward about having dominated my employer, my sexual self felt quite content to finally be expressed, a fact which shocked me. When had I become dominant sexually? When had I ever been dominant in my entire life? It was heady, powerful, and I craved more. I couldn't deny that the idea of Rick on his knees before me, waiting to know what I had planned for him, left me excited and tingling, barely able to focus on my work. But I also knew that further activity at the office was going to turn out badly for both of us. The next time -- and there would be a next time, I would make sure there was -- had to be more discreet.
My opportunity presented itself easily enough toward the end of the second week. Rick had a meeting with the company CA, and as the controller it was my job to accompany him. For once I was glad he had hired a high end accountant with an office a full two hour drive away in Toronto. With my briefcase filled with documentation and a few other "necessities", I climbed into the passenger side of Rick's car and prepared to enjoy the ride.
I waited until we were well on our way, half an hour down the highway. Leaning over, I placed my hand proprietarily on Rick's leg, my fingers easily sliding into the crevice between his legs. While his eyes on the road never faltered, I instantly became aware of a change in my employer's breathing as a red flush began to creep up his neck and across his face. Gently I stroked the inside of his thigh, taking special care not to touch the growing bulge in his dress pants. Periodically I would stop what I was doing and move my hand away from Rick. I enjoyed seeing the subtle disappointment cross his features as he struggled to maintain control of himself, of the situation. Moments would pass and I would return my hand to its original position. As we neared the downtown core of the city where our CA kept his office, I moved my hand in toward Rick's crotch and dragged my index finger neatly over his balls. He yelped involuntarily and I leaned close before issuing my command.
"As soon as this meeting ends, drive us to the motel we passed 10 minutes ago down the highway. It's time for your next lesson." Rick's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. I felt my nipples grow hard as we left the car and headed to our appointment.
Nearly 3 hours later we were back on the road and pulling into the parking lot of the small, family run motel we had passed on our way into the city. I handled the check in procedure, as much for the power it afforded me as for the discretion, Rick being a somewhat well known businessman. Entering our room, I put down my briefcase and instructed Rick to take a shower while I "made arrangements".
"Don't even think of touching your cock," I warned. "I want you nice and hard when you come back out."
