“Yes?” Kayleigh asked, stepping into the office and closing the door behind her. Her stomach twisting terribly in shame at the prospect before her – whatever it was – she didn’t want anyone else to know. A few of Ryan’s department heads were nearly as bad as he was and if they caught her with him – they might start with her too. Fucking on her husband with her boss was one thing, the entire office would be a humiliation.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected, seated behind his desk.
“Yes, sir,” she bit back a retort. “What – what can I do for you?”
“All sorts of things,” her boss smiled, the innuendo sending shocks of fear through her. “But first things first. We need – to correct a few deficiencies around here.”
“D-deficiencies?” the blonde stammered, unsure of what he meant.
“Yes,” Ryan nodded. “Changes need to be made, such as what you’re wearing.”
“What?” her blue eyes bulged. “You – you can’t make me –”
“This is a business, Kayleigh,” he cut her off. “As a business, we must look professional. As my executive assistant –” She blinked at the glossy version of her job title. “– You must look and be professional as well. No more jeans. No more casual wear. Your blouse is fine, if a little thin and worn, but from now on you will wear suits.”
“Suits,” she blinked dully.
“Yes,” her boss nodded. “Officially, I can’t make my preference for skirts policy, but that’s the way of the workplace today.”
“O-okay,” the blonde stared at him.
“And there’s nothing I like better,” he continued, “Than seeing a woman in a garter belt and stockings. Even the wicked ones who wear their panties on top for ease of access.”
“I – see,” Kayleigh nodded, her stomach plummeting. That would cost money. Money she didn’t have. Money she hadn’t – gulp – earned yet. “Is – is there anything else? Sir?” the married woman added belatedly.
“I wanted to ask you what you told your husband about last night,” Ryan said, looking at her over his steepled fingers.
“I – lied to him,” her shoulders fell. “I told him I was spending the night with a friend for some space.”
“Did you go back to him after our little adventure?”
“No,” Kayleigh shook her head, looking down at her feet. “I spent the night at my friend’s. She said he didn’t call.”
“It might better if you told him – Justin, isn’t it? – the truth when you can’t be home for him,” he suggested calmly.
“What?” her blue eyes bulged, looking up at him in shock. “I – I can’t! It’d kill him!”
“It would kill him to know that you are working extra hours?” Ryan’s eyebrows rose.
“I – oh,” her face fell. “I – I guess that would be better than making something up or getting someone to help cover for me. I think my friend already suspects.”
“Does she care?”
“I don’t know,” the blonde shrugged.
“Hmmm. Well, how to approach that is up to you. In the meantime, there is a bit of work I need you for.”
“Oh?” her thin eyebrows rose.
“Dictation.”
Stepping around the desk, Kayleigh fought back the urge to roll her eyes at his request and knelt down in front him, his belt and trousers already undone. Taking his thick rod in hand and mouth, she began to work the hunk of meat. Ryan smiled down at her greasing up his pole, her tongue darting tantalizingly over his cock as he stroked her blonde locks. She still wouldn’t look up at him, giving him the satisfaction of seeing how she felt in her eyes, but that would take time. He grinned, though. He could feel more of him enter her than he did last night, nearly pressing against the back of her throat. Probably wanted to get it over quicker, Ryan thought. Well, she’s going to get her wish, feeling the familiar pressure increase in his balls. Hands on the back of her head, he pressed down slightly, a little surprised when his secretary slid down further on his tool, red lips tightly wrapped around him, and with a grunt and thrust his cock spewed into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged at the invasion as she swallowed quickly, taking his protein-laden breakfast into her stomach. A small tear escaped from her blue eyes when she removed her mouth after cleaning his dick of any excess spit and semen, leaving the lewd, thick and still – she trembled, finding it hard to believe – hard cock, a shaky breath escaping her lips.
“Excellent job, Miss Kayleigh,” he smiled down at her as he righted his black slacks and belt. “You’ve got a little bet left though,” her boss tapped the corner of his mouth. Standing up slowly on unsteady legs, she licked her lips listlessly, her blue eyes unable to pull away from his crotch and his – the blonde secretary couldn’t think of a better work – amazing cock. Last night had been one thing – there had been quite a bit unwillingness in her – but now – she couldn’t tell why it was – better. The married woman chewed at her lip, feeling the strength return to her legs, and wondered why. Perhaps it was because of the vibrator last night, she recalled the pleasure it had given her cumming as her boss watched.
“Kayleigh?”
Her eyes snapped to his and he could see the befuddlement in her blue orbs.
“I need you to type this up,” he said, offering her handwritten letter.
“Always wrap a lie in the truth,” Ryan explained as she took it from him with a trembling hand. She nodded, still a little confused but accepted it. He – he was the boss and he knew what he was doing. Without a word, Kayleigh walked to the door. As she grasped the knob, he called over, “I need you to work late tonight.”
Glancing back at him, the secretary nodded, her stomach curdling again at what he would make her do later, and opened the door, stepping out of the office. She had a phone call to make. |