My Boss & His Personal Assistant

Chapter 50

Oh shit. I said this at the wrong time. He has his face in his hands , combing his fingers through his hair in stress. I shouldn't even have started this.

Even if I needed to know.

"Alexsa ... You know I could never answer something like this." He says to me. "Why ? Why is it so hard for you to understand ? I love you and you love me." I tell him. I walk up to him and take his hands in mine. "I understand maybe this is new to you. Maybe you've never loved before. But ... now is the time to change it." He removes his hands from mine. I try to take them again but he dismisses himself from my presence, walking to the living room and sitting on the couch.

"Michael ? Please talk to me." 

"I can't Alexsa. Not right now." He says without facing me." I walk over to him and sit on his lap. "We're going to talk about this." He looks at me with a smirk on his face. "And who are you to tell me what I'm going to talk about ?" 

"The woman you're in love with." He chuckles before relaxing on the back of the couch. "... Go on."

"I have questions. Lots of them. If you don't want to answer them , then just tell me to go to the next question. I don't expect you to answer them all though. I understand discomfort or "hitting home" as some may say , so if you don't answer questions because of that then that's fine." He nods , waiting for me to continue. "How did you even get into this lifestyle ?"

"It was with a childhood friend. I had just turned 20 , and he'd taken me to this club. A BDSM club. I met this girl named Kitten as she would call herself. Her real name was Charisma. We had hit it off that night and before I could even process , she signed a contract which would claim her as mine." It sent shivers down my spine when he told me that story. 

"Okay ," I said before clearing my throat , "how many Subs have you had before me ?" He paused and looked up , counting how many he had in his mind. "About 14." 

Fourteen ? 14 different women in his bed , 14 different orgasms, 14 different levels of insanity. 14 different levels of him. I couldn't even imagine. "Did you ever develop feelings for any-"

"No , next question." He interrupted. "Are you lying to me ?" I asked. "Next question." He ordered once more. "Fine. Who was your oldest Sub ?" He looked up again , thinking. "Her name was Violet. She was 37 and I was 29 at the time. I learned a lesson from her , though." I was suddenly interested. "What ?" "Never have a Sub that's older than you. Weird shit happens." I giggled softly and continued.

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After all the questions , we decided to take a bath together. The hot water soothed my tense muscles as he intently watched me from the other side of the bathtub. "Why are you watching me like a hawk ?" He said nothing as he crawled towards me , hunger captivating his beautiful eyes. "Michael." I warned. "Yes ?" He said , putting a hand behind my neck to draw me closer. "What are you going to do to me ?" His lips met mine , wild and ravenous were his kisses. That answered my question. He picked me up from the bathtub , nearly stumbling since it was slippery. He never broke our kiss as he walked out of the bathroom and flopped us on the bed. 

He's going to make me clean this tomorrow, I thought. 

He continued to ravish my body until I pulled his head up to kiss me again. He removed his towel and reached over towards the drawer , retrieving a foil packet. He ripped it on and guided my hands to slip it on. I keep forgetting how big this man is , in all the right places. He carefully slid inside me , and I squirmed , still adjusting to his size. In and out he went , deep and slow.

"Oh God Michael." I moaned , grabbing a fistful of his luscious locks. "So fucking big." He leaned down to kiss me , adding more tension. "I love you." He breathed out as his pace quickened. I've never had sex with a man like this before.

And I knew that I could never get enough of it. 

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The next morning , I woke up to Michael's strong arm around me. I carefully turned and watched how he slept ; eyelids covering his beautiful pupils. Steady breathing coming from his chest  , the sheets barely covering his perfect bottom. I giggled softly by the sight , which made wake up. "Good morning Kitten." He said , giving me a sly smile. I haven't seen that in ages. "Good morning." I said , smiling back. "Go make breakfast." "Who are you giving orders to ?" He asked , pulling me closer to him. "You." 

"Do you need a spanking ?" I bit my lip and rolled my eyes , "maybe." He immediately sat up and threw me over his lap. "I see you're already prepared." He said , which made me giggle. 

Smack !  "One , sir."

Smack ! "Two , sir."

Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! My eyes start to water a little. Why did that hurt ? "Um , five sir."

Smack ! "Six , sir."

He rubs my butt to soothe the slight sting. "Did I hurt you ?"

"No , " I say. "Why ?" "Because I hear your voice crack. Were you crying ? Did it hurt ?"He is adorable when he worries. It's amazing how much he's changed. The old Michael wouldn't have cared at all. "I'm fine. Did you forget about the safety word ?" I smirked. "No. I just don't want to hurt you." And this is why I love this man. That's funny isn't it ?

Loving your Dominant.