Under My Boss's Authority: Office Romance Collection Jamie Knight (inspirational novels .TXT) 📖

He took me in a hug I returned ten-fold. My sobs were muffled by the front of his shirt as he held me. I’d lived alone since I got to America. I should have adjusted, but reality was different than expectations. No matter how strongly held.

The first year, I would look for my parents every morning. Then call Maya, gladly accepting the ding on the long-distance fees, just wanting to hear a familiar voice. Maya at least feigned concern, despite the radical difference in time-zone between San Jose and Barcelona.

It had gotten better. Half way into the second year, it came to be just a short, sharp shock until I realized where I was. Moving in with Hugo and getting used to it, even in so short a time had been enough to bring it back.

The smell drew me. Freshly cooked and alluring, Hugo had made a tray of some of my most favorite food. Even if he had watched me cook, it would be quite a guess to get it all right. Maybe it had been a lucky guess, like the last book he had me do before bringing me out. Did I remind him of a particular cook?

At the corner of the stoneware plate, half hidden under it, was a box. Glossy white with a pull off lid. I did my best to ignore it as we ate. Trusting Hugo would go into it in due time. In the meantime I had bacon, cooked to absolute perfection.

“Curious?”

He must have caught me glancing at the box again. No matter how much I tried to resist, curiosity was indeed getting the better of me.

“Open it.”

There was a small rattle from inside the box as I extracted it from its hiding place. A sound that sent my mind running faster as to what it could be. It sounded a lot like metal. Pure sterling silver perhaps?

“It’s a collar.”

“Like for a dog?”

“The usual term is ‘pet.’ It is a sign of trust, nothing more.”

“How do I take it off?”

I ran my finger around the solid silver ring. It looked barely big enough to go around my neck.

“You don’t. Once it is on, only I can take it off. It is designed that way. You don’t have to wear it, I just thought it might be edifying. You’re interested in learning about all aspects of sex, right? Power exchange is one of them.”

“I’d be surrendering my power to you?”

“Only symbolically,” he interjected quickly, “I won’t spank you or anything, unless you think you’d like that.”

“Um, no. To the spanking, I mean. I’m sensitive and it would probably hurt. I’ll wear the collar though.”

The silver was cold against my skin but not unpleasant. With a soft pop, and the twist of an Allen wrench, it was locked in, as was I. At the very least I knew he could never leave me. It bound him to me as much as me to him.

Keeping a hand around the back of my neck, keeping me perfectly still, Hugo caressed his hand down my belly making me quiver. My wet pussy giving way as he slid a finger inside.

“Thought so.”

I reached under the blanket, his hard cock defined in his pajama pants.

“Yes?” he asked, making sure.

“Yes.”

It felt like flying. No sooner had the single, three-letter word left my lips, than I was on the other side of the room, facing the wall. Never once fearing for my safety.

“Bend over, put your hands against the wall.”

The stone was cool and rough under my hands. My eyes stayed locked on the floor as I tried to keep my breath steady, Hugo’s fingers working inside me.

Joy ripped through me, threatening to put me to the ground. It still startled me how hard I was able to orgasm. Not sure if it was me or Hugo. Likely a combination of the two. Our synergy already demonstrating itself time and again.

“This is called ‘doggy style,’” Hugo explained, stroking his cock against my pussy.

My pussy hugged his cock as he eased inside. Holding me by the hip for support. It also had the bonus of maintaining contact.

“Wow,” I gasped, as I felt his pelvis press up against me.

It hadn’t been a fluke. I could take him all the way. Another set of overwhelmed tears threatened to fall, but I held myself together.

It wasn’t difficult. Despite my nerves and the new position, it was mostly a matter of keeping still. Once I was bent low enough for Hugo to slide in, he’d taken control, tenderly fucking me toward ecstasy. As he went and my confidence grew, things started to change. Our bodies were beginning to move together as we worked toward a common end.

It was like poetry. I hadn’t even noticed him putting on another condom, but when he tips over the edge with me, I feel the familiar heat from before.

He pulled out, and I flipped over onto my back, panting hard as I gazed up at him.

“Back to work?” I asked, slowly catching my breath.

“No, you’ve got the day off too. From the project, that is,” he added with a chuckle, “We all need a break on occasion.”

By luck or coincidence, we managed to assemble a second, non-hideous, outfit for me to wear from the meager selections I’d packed, Hugo dressing me from the underwear up. Just for fun, he let me do the same with him.

“Good choice,” Hugo agreed, as I cinched up his thin black tie.

Given the choice of everything the house had to offer, it would surprise no one who really knew me that I elected to spend my day off in the study, plunging as far as I could into Hugo’s immense collection of literature.

It was difficult to tell time passing, cozy in the study. There were no clocks to speak of and no windows. nothing to distract him from his work. It was little surprise then, when a different sort of darkness fell.

Chapter Ten -