Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Hey, boss,” I say with a wave.
“You’re…not the messenger.”
“Nope,” I reply, stepping past her into the threshold. “I’m your new intern. Remember?”
“Hey!” she snaps, jumping in front of me, as if she can prevent me from moving deeper into her home. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t come in here like this!”
“I just did,” I reply.
Kathryn is dressed to work from home. She’s wearing pajama shorts that show off her incredible legs and a baby-blue sweatshirt that complements her eyes.
My jaw ticks as I think about her back at the motel, naked and vulnerable, submitting to me.
I could have done whatever I wanted to her, and she would have welcomed it.
“This is not okay!” she barks, almost shouting. “This is my home. You cannot be here. This is…wildly inappropriate.”
I can’t help but smile. She’s so adorable. Adorable and sexy. I should just rip her clothes off and fuck her right here on the floor.
She wouldn’t even protest. Not with my dick in her pussy.
Her virgin pussy.
“Well, you haven’t been to the office in days,” I reply. “I wanted to check up on you, make sure you were okay and that you weren’t…avoiding me?”
She scoffs, running a hand through her hair. She’s trying to maintain her image as my boss but failing miserably.
There’s a long pause where she doesn’t say anything. She just stands there, gawking at the floor, as if she’s trying to mentally grab hold of something.
“You cannot be here,” she finally says. “What happened…”
Her voice falls off. Her lips tremble.
“Yes?”
“What happened the other night was a mistake. A mistake that will not happen again. You are my intern, and coming here like this—”
“Fine, I quit,” I say simply, turning to leave. I’m reaching for the doorknob when I hear her feet pounding the hardwood behind me.
Again, she leaps in front of me, blocking my way. Her face is flushed, and she’s visibly shaking.
“No!” she yelps, pleading with her eyes as she grasps my hand. “You…you can’t quit!”
“I can’t? Why not?” She opens her mouth to speak, but silence hangs between us. “Is it because you want me, Kathryn?”
I stroke the back of her hand with my thumb. The soft skin is so warm and takes me right back to the motel.
Slowly, she manages to nod, her eyes on the floor.
I lift my hands and cup her face, framing her beauty, and lift it so she’s forced to look at me.
“I said, is it because you want me?” I repeat.
This time, she manages to breathe out a faint reply. “Yes.”
The tension is palpable. The whole room is electric as we stare into each other’s eyes. I run my hand through her hair, trying to calm things down a little.
But she is still trembling.
I think about how she shook beneath me at the motel while I made her come and how she broke down in tears afterward. What a moment.
It was like I’d broken down a barrier she never even knew existed.
“Then get on your knees,” I snap.
This time, it happens instantly. She’s on the floor, hands on her thighs, submitting to my will.
“Good girl,” I say, reaching into my pocket. With a smile, I pull out a Christmas cookie. “You want a cookie?”
Her eyes widen, and her pupils dilate as she looks up at me. Slowly, she reaches out for it, but I pull back, shaking my head.
“No. Open your mouth.”
Delicately, she lets her lips part just enough. I slide the cookie in, and she takes a tiny bite. I smile.
“You look so cute when you eat.”
She doesn’t reply. My cock hardens as I watch her chew, the muscles of her neck flexing with every bite.
“You like it?”
All she does is nod. She’s giving in fully. Submitting.
I reach back into my pocket and pull out my next surprise.
Her mouth falls open when she sees it—a dog collar and a leash. For a brief second she looks like she wants to protest.
But that moment passes in an instant.
I lean down and buckle the collar around her delicate neck, then holding the leash, I lead her into the living room.
The sound of her bare knees on the marble floor has blood rushing between my legs.
My heart pounds steadily in my chest as I reach down and pull her shorts down over her hips, revealing her sculpted ass.
I watch it move as she crawls obediently, following me like the good girl she is.
I lead her over to the couch and take a seat. She kneels before me, eyes on my feet, waiting to be told what to do.
“If only the rest of your employees could see you this way. They wouldn’t believe it, would they?”
She shakes her head. “N–no…”
“No.” I nod, rubbing my cock through my pants. We both want it, but does she deserve it yet?
Wrapping the leash around my wrist, I get up and move around behind her. God, her ass looks so fucking juicy.