Rachel Kennedy never expected to be working for high-powered, ultra-sexy bosslady Brenda Steele. But since she started, she finds she likes taking her boss's orders a little too much. So when her boss invites her to take their ...
Rachel Kennedy never expected to be working for high-powered, ultra-sexy bosslady Brenda Steele. But since she started, she finds she likes taking her boss's orders a little too much. So when her boss invites her to take their relationship to a hot new level, Rachel can't resist.
Come along as this sexy submissive secretary learns just what her dominant boss has in store! Warning: This 6600 word adult story contains dominance, submission, lesbian sex, a riding crop, and strap-on play.
Rachel looked from left to right, as if someone might be watching, overhearing everything they said. When she’d first taken the job, she’d found Ms. Steele cold and formal. But with long hours and high pressure meetings and clients, she’d begun to see a side of her boss that intrigued her. And she’d noticed the way Ms. Steele’s eyes lingered on her legs, her lips, and little slips like exposed bra straps. Soon, Rachel had begun inventing excuses to get more comfortable.
Surprisingly, it had been slipping off her shoes that’d finally broken through the first of Ms. Steele’s resistance. She still remembered the way she’d knelt at her boss’ feet and slowly unzipped Ms. Steele’s slim designer boots. That had been weeks ago, and since then there’d been heated looks and brief caresses, along with a pulse-fluttering amount of innuendo and flirting. But until the message, Rachel hadn’t been truly sure her boss would take it further.
“I’m not sure. Hold on,” she whispered into the phone. The hallway was empty. She quickly untucked her shirt and glanced down below her waistband.
“Black.” That’s right; she’d wanted to look good for the evening. She’d also shaved.
“Before you go out, I’d like you to take them off.”
Rachel absorbed this.
“Put them in my desk’s top left drawer.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Rachel cleared her throat. She let her fingertips stroke her thigh, imagining it was Ms. Steele. “Is there anything else?”
“That’ll do for now. Thank you, Rachel.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Her voice caught in her throat. “Pleasant trip.”