One mistake was all it took to turn the beautiful Brittany Russell from Patrick’s best boss to his worst nightmare.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only. It features intensely erotic situations, a dominant woman and submissive man, humiliation, role reversal, femdom dominance and sexual manipulation, and degrading backdoor sex. All characters are 18 or older.
When Patrick’s boss takes a reprimand a little too far, she realizes she likes seeing him obedient and afraid. She likes her new power over him. Maybe he would object if he weren’t hopelessly attracted to her. She doesn’t waste time testing boundaries, and seeing just how far she can push her newest plaything …
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Code of Conduct series with full consent of the original author.
She spanked me again and turned me over to pin me back against the desk. Her exquisite, full chest was heaving. “This is my office,” she told me, her face only a few inches from mine. “Tell me whose department this is.”
I’d never felt myself so incapable of disobeying. I’d never felt so utterly dominated. “Your department, ma’am.”
“Say it again.”
“This is your department, ma’am.”
“It’s not yours?”
“No, ma’am. I know it’s not mine. It’s yours.”
“And what are you?”
“I’m yours, too.”
It took me a second to realize what I’d said. I didn’t know what answer she’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been that. My terrified little slip of the tongue seemed to hang in the air between us for a moment.
“That’s right,” she breathed, straightening slightly. She seemed to like the sound of that. “That’s exactly what you are.” There was a new emotion in her face. She liked this. She liked having me like this, half-naked and bent back over her desk in front of her. And she was starting to realize she liked it, too. “Tell me again.”
“I’m yours, ma’am,” I repeated obediently, a little trickle of feeling returning to my stomach. I had found something to say that didn’t just appease her for the moment. I had found something she liked.
“You’re not going to make me remind you again, are you?”
“I’ll remember, ma’am. Yours. Everything. All of me.”
Her breathing slowed more, almost to calm. It was like she was waking from a dream to find a half-naked guy beneath her. Only, she wasn’t really waking up. That animal side, the side that had terrified me only a moment ago, was still very much there. I was trembling slightly, but there was something about this that a secret little part of me kind of liked, too.
“Whose break room were you disgracing just now?”
“And whose lips were you using to kiss that hussy with?”
“Yours, ma’am. Your lips.”
She put her hand to my stomach and slid it down, over the full bulge in my underwear. Her eyes glinted as she felt how hard I was. “Whose cock is this, then?” she asked.
“Yours, ma’am. Your cock.”
She pressed her hand into my groin, holding it with an unapologetic grasp.
“Your ass, ma’am.”
“I don’t like seeing that little bitch of an R&D rep anywhere near my ass,” she growled.
“I understand, ma’am. I’m sorry.”