In His Service

Spent

Ginny's POV

Stepping out of the shower and into the huge fluffy towel that Derek held open for me, I wondered for a second if I was his assistant or if he was mine. The way he had taken care of me tonight, bringing me to the most intense orgasm as he fucked me in the kitchen, then washing me meticulously under the steady stream of the rainfall shower head before fucking me into oblivion a second time up against the steamy shower wall, it seemed like he was as eager to please me as I was obligated to serve him. 

Now, as he wrapped the warm towel around my shoulders and pulled it closed in front of my chest, our eyes met in silent acknowledgement of what had passed between us. Besides the obvious intimacy we had shared through our sexual intercourse, there was a business side to what had happened. 

Any thoughts of pulling out of this contract had washed down the shower drain. 

I was now, irreversibly, in his service. 

Drying off in the steamy bathroom, I was grateful for Derek's presence in my vast, new apartment. I felt safe and secure here, but having Derek around was a welcome comfort. As we dried off together, watching each other's bodies in silence, I felt myself easing into this position in a way I hadn't been able to in the previous days. 

I was being taken care of financially, physically, and even emotionally, in ways I had never experienced before. Sure, I had bagged high-paying jobs with prestigious companies. I had lived comfortably, if not luxuriously, for years on my own. And up until a month ago I thought I was in a stable emotional relationship as well. 

But looking back now, I realized none of that could compare to the security I felt now, with four stable, sexy, educated, and emotionally free men looking after me, while allowing me to maintain my freedom. 

As I finished drying off and flipped my head forward to wrap the towel around my head, turban-style, I heard a growl from my left and turned my head to see the source of the sound. Derek's growing erection met my gaze as I realized just how comfortable I had gotten, not even registering the provocative position I was showing him with my head down and my ass up. 

I straightened with a giggle and wrapped the towel around my head as I faced my boss. 

"Sorry," I laughed. "I wasn't thinking." 

Derek crossed the space between us in two steps, letting his towel fall away from his trim waist as he reached for me. 

"You might not have been thinking, Virginia, but that position certainly got me thinking some extremely naughty things." Derek's fingertips caressed my hips as he circled me like a predator, coming to a stop behind me. 

Exhausted as I was from the work day, the long, sensual lunch with Jake, my stuff being forcibly removed from my apartment, and adjusting to this new living situation, I felt my body respond to his closeness easily. 

Then I yawned. 

Derek's cheerful laughter was contagious, and my yawn morphed into a throaty chuckle as I met his eyes in the mirror and relaxed back against him, feeling his half-mast erection in the small of my back. 

"Sorry," I said again, my eyes watering from the yawn and the laughter. "I guess I'm a little tired."

"I'm sure you're exhausted, Virginia," Derek said softly, letting his arms drift around my waist and dropping a chaste kiss to my bare shoulder, our eyes still locked on each other in the mirror. "Let's get you tucked in." 

I didn't protest as Derek steered me ahead of him into the master bedroom and pushed me gently onto the bed. 

"Do you need pajamas?" He asked simply. 

I shook my head no in response, already shimmying under the soft down comforter of my bed. 

Derek watched silently, reaching down to tuck the comforter snuggly around me and fluffing pillows up against me on all sides. I smiled at the gesture. It seemed so strange coming from such a powerhouse of a man, but at the same time, it fit him perfectly. 

"Virginia, I—"

"Derek, I—" 

For the second time tonight, we started talking at the exact same moment, and it elicited a smile from both of us. Derek gestured for me to go first, so I took a deep breath and began again. 

"Derek, I want you to know how much I appreciate you. This job, this... opportunity... it's exactly what I was looking for, and I didn't even know it. I hope my performance is up to your standards." 

Derek's face was a stone mask as I spoke, until that last part, and  his eyes narrowed fractionally.

"Virginia, let me be extremely clear. Your performance, in all aspects of this job thus far, has been leaps and bounds above anything I could have expected from you. As much as you hope to perform to my standards, I want you to know that I, as well as the partners, hope that our business will be up to your standard for as long as you'll bless us with your service." 

As he spoke, he dropped to the edge of the bed to cup my face with his palm. The sincerity in his voice and the possessive look in his eyes proved that he was As committed to this business contract as I, and that we were on the same page as far as its success. 

I nodded my agreement, and Derek leaned forward to kiss me goodnight in an unexpectedly sweet gesture. 

Still naked, he stood and crossed to the door of my bedroom where he turned to face me once more. 

"There's a light switch on the wall next to your bed," he waited as I found the switch and pressed the button to dim the lights all the way down. "And thank you, Virginia. You're everything I've been searching for as well. And I've been searching a long, long time. We all have. I hope you'll be extremely happy with us." 

I nodded again as another yawn took over and my eyelids became heavy. 

Derek's chuckle drifted across the dark room to me and I smiled into the darkness. 

"Good night, Virginia. I'll let myself out." 

Without another word, Derek's shadowy form drifted away down the hallway. After a moment of rustling and glasses clinking in the kitchen, more lights went off, and I heard the distant ding of the elevator doors just before drifting off to sleep.