Yes, Boss

twelve.

Harry. 

It can't be denied, I'm in a foul mood and anyone who gets in my way is going to feel it, because frankly I don't give a shit to talk to anyone until I speak to Flora about who was texting her last night. Unsucessfully may I add, seeing as I have her phone. 

Don't get me wrong, yesterday afternoon was mind blowing, I couldn't last for long even when she got down on her knees without me even asking. It's just when Lux gave me her phone.. 

She's at her desk already, of course. Her chin resting in one of her palms, looking at her computer monitor sleepily, her hair in soft waves, she looks up and see's me coming, straightening up and following me assertively with her gaze. I dip my hand in the pocket of my long grey coat, dropping her iphone down carelessly onto the desk. My teeth gritted.

"Is this what you were desperate for?" I say, as she picks it up quickly. Looking at me with a frown as if to say 'be careful, that's my phone' but she wouldn't dare say it. She knows something's wrong, I almost want to tell her that her bj was fucking incredible but I decide to cut to the chase. 

"Um thanks" She mumbles, unlocking her phone. I reach down grabbing her wrist, tightly but careful not to hurt her. Removing the phone from her grasp. 

"Office, now" I say, letting go and striding into my office, throwing my coat onto the chair and undoing my cufflinks, rolling my sleeves up to my elbows. I hear her footsteps behind me cautiously as I wheel round, she's wearing a tight black trousers today - they're cropped and high waisted and show off her round little ass, I sigh frustratedly, she's also wearing a white short sleeved shirt. And black stiletto heels.. 

"Erm, Boss, are you alright?" She says, quietly. 

"No Flora, I'm fucking not alright. Who the fuck is Luke?" I explode, her face morphs into shock. 

"You looked at my phone, how did you even know my pass code?" She says shocked. 

"That's not the fucking point" I say, my jaw clenched, slamming my hand against the desk. She recoils a little. 

"He's one of my best friends, and he moved to Australia, but he's back here for uni and I'm meeting him? Jesus, what the fuck is your problem" She says, pissed off. The first time she's cursed in front of me, let alone at me. Her full lips part slightly on realising what she's done, my whole body is tense. 

"Are you seeing him?" I manage to say. 

"No, he's my best friend!" She exclaims, frustrated. I stay silent, trying to get back control of my temper. 

"What's it to you anyway?" She asks. I look up wanting to throw her against the wall and rip the buttons off of that shirt, that would show her just who she belongs to. 

"What is it to me..?" I take a deep breath, tapping my fingers rhythmically on the desk. She looks a little affronted, anger shooting through her green eyes. Something I haven't seen in her before. 

"Well, you work for me, and you're my assistant, and like I said, you need to be free for me whenever I want you. Tonight - for example, you won't be, will you? That's against the rules" I watch her chest rise and fall as she holds in her frustration, her doe eyes looking a little spooked, pretty lips clamped together. 

"Also, I'm completely and utterly obsessed with the way I feel when you obey me, and even more so with the way I feel when you disobey me" I say, walking towards her slowly, her expression changes as I hold her to me. I pick her up and she makes a squeak of surprise, carrying her over to the desk and sitting her down hard, tossing some papers off the edge to make space, pushing her down onto her back.

"You deserve a fucking punishment for this" I growl, pulling hard at the buttons of her shirt, pulling it open raggedly with a groan of satisfaction. 

"No, boss, don't spank me, please"  She whimpers. I pause running a hand down her flat, pale tummy and her lips part a little in pleasure as she props herself up.

"Okay.. but I want you to beg me, and you aren't allowed to complain over what I'm gonna do now" I say smirking, she nods hesitantly. 

"How do I beg?" She asks, I feel a familiar surge as I look down at her pretty blue lace bra and her wide eyes. Asking me how to beg. 

"Say, Please Dadd- I mean boss, don't spank me this time, I'll be such a good girl, I promise" I say quietly into her ear, dragging my lips slowly from her ear down her jaw line sitting back. She bites her lip and takes a deep breath switching my attention to her cleavage and then back to her wide eyes. I feel myself become hard as she starts off sweetly. 

"Please, Boss, don't spank me this time, I'll be such a good girl, I promise" She says.

"Ugh" I mumble, ducking my head back down to her neck, grinding my hips down against hers as she presses herself to me, not daring to speak any further. I bite hard against her neck, the scent of her skin driving me a little mad, leaving love bites all across her cleavage as she moans quietly, I've learned her neck is sensitive. I slip a hand down to the button of her trousers undoing it and slipping my hand under her waist line, pleasuring her to distract from my bruising and sucking. 

Bet she isn't thinking about that Aussie bastard Luke now, is she.