WARNING: this short story contains the following... bxg, boss kink, impact play
"Who is responsible for this!?" Mr. Knox grits through his teeth as he speaks. His rich voice enfolds me, yet scares the daylights out of me too.
I watch the situation unfold with caution, waiting for one of his secretary sluts to admit to their faults.
"Don't make me fucking repeat myself!"
"I-It was Blanch, sir." I gasp as my name is thrown through the dirt of lies. Natalie, the secretary points my direction with a smirk.
Mr. Knox jerks his head my way, those dark stormy gray eyes emitting fury.
"That bitch is lying!" I shout, my anger suddenly matching my boss'. I glare at the knocked over vase that Natalie kicked over accidentally when watering the roses next to it.
"Ms. Davis, is this true?" Knox huffs, his eyes searching every inch of my body, as if he can sniff out my lies.
"No, did you not hear me!? I said I didn't fucking do it!"
"Enough." He grumbles, taking a step toward me, even far away I can tell he's way over my 5'4 height.
"Everyone back to work. Natalie clean out your desk you're fired." My eyebrows shoot up as the she-Devil dramatically starts to ball her eyes out. "And you Ms. Davis, get your ass in my office right this instant."
Confusion and anger consume my body. Am I still in trouble? Many thoughts run through my head as I follow behind the tall and brooding Mr. Knox.
He waits until I'm inside before slamming the door closed, locking it too.
"Why must you throw a bitch fit, Blanch? I asked you a simple question; you curse like a sailor and stomp your feet like a toddler." He faces me, sitting on the edge of his desk as I stand there, unsure how to address this weird situation.
Truth be told, Mr. Knox and I had slept together in many occasions. We are not labeled as anything romantically, however I want the to change in the future.
Yes, he scares the shit four of me, but I think I'm falling in love with him.
"Take over your clothes and kneel on all fours." He immediately commands after my silence.
"Um—-what—?"
"Fucking do it, Blanch." He rubs his temples. "You acted like a bitch, now I'm going to treat you like one."
I gulp, quickly stripping out of my clothes—including the panties that cover my modesty.
I kneel on the hardwood floors, wincing at the feeling. Mr. Knox walks to me, his polished leather shoes in my eyesight.
"Crawl to my desk and grab a rubber band, love."
"Y-yes sir." I respond, loving the way he has cute little nicknames for me.
I reach up to grab a blue rubber band, his favorite color. I crawl back towards him and he yanks it out of my grasp.
"What's your safe word?" He asks, running his hands through my hair.
"Purple, sir."
He walks away a moment to pull his experience leather chair towards me. He sits down and watches me intently.
"Turn around, ass towards me."
I do as he says, my cheeks igniting flames.
It's severely moments that has me relax but I immediately yelp as I feel leather rubbing against my pussy.
"Holy shit." I groan, my head turning slightly to see his shoes rubbing against my drenched folds.
"Shhh, love." He yanks his foot away, striking my ass with it instead. "No speaking unless I give you permission."
He goes back to messing with my pussy, the wetness is heard in the silence room as he continues to play me. He suddenly stops to my disappointment.
"Turn around and clean off my shoe."
My eyes bulge out at his request. This is so fucking embarrassing. I lean down and stare at the leather show that is covered in my arousal. My tongue darts out to clean it, surprisingly the taste is not bad.
"Good girl, Blanch." He affirms before staring at me intently. I want his to pull me up and kiss me like he loves me, but life isn't that easy.
"Come lay on my lap, face up."
Once again I do as I'm told, loving the way he stares at my drenched pussy longer than needed. The soft texture of his pants are comforting to my backside.
"Hold still through this punishment. If you need to safe word, please do it." Mr Knox looks me dead in the eye as he speaks. I nod, knowing I'm not allowed to speak still.
He takes the rubber band the pulls it, aiming it at my clit.
FUCK.
SNAP.
I whimper, my legs wanting nothing more than to shut closed. The pain radiates off my body, he quickly rubs my clot afterword to sooth it.
SNAP.
SNAP.
This time moan, the pain becoming pleasurable as his rubs it in. He dips his two fingers inside of me, pumping the slowly.
"That's my girl." He whispers, his fingers continue to pump in and out of me before adding a third one.
He curls his fingers hitting my sweet spot roughly, the speed picking up as my moans get louder.
"Cum for me, Blanch." Dominance drops from his voice, captivating my body.
And like the good girl I am, I obey.
My toes curl as a throbbing sensation in my pushes starts to pulse. I clench around his fingers, a loud scream escaping my lips.
Wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body.
Mr. Knox picks me up so I'm sitting upright in his lap, ensuring that my sensitive clit is not touched.
He brushes his lips against the shell of my ear, waiting for my breathing to calm. "Blanch." He coos making me hum.
"Y-yes?"
"Tonight we have a date for two at a steakhouse. Go get cleaned up."
