Possessed - Part One (2 page)

An assistant and her boss, getting it on? That’s hot news. Definitely wrecks any chances to be taken seriously.

A boss pretending to be married to his assistant? Well, that just makes headlines. Tabloids sniff this juicy news out like dogs on the hunt, and I know it’ll ruin him if this is ever exposed.

Which is why I’m adamant about finding out what exactly is it that drives him to do this. What the reason is for this charade. It has to be a good one since he’s willing to risk it all.

This isn’t just risking his own company; he’s even risking my career.

I think I need to spike my coffee today. And maybe the rest of the week. Or month.

Fuck it; I’ll need a whole bottle of whiskey to get through this day.

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Fifteen minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Hey, are you there? I could really use some of your snark right now. Or a spicy pep talk, whichever you think is more appropriate.

Xx

S.

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Thirteen minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Whose head should I bite off? Oh, wait, you didn’t ask for a shark. Never mind.

Tell me what’s bothering you. I want to know.

Spice comes after.

A.

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Eleven minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

I freaking hate my boss right now. Like, I want to jam his own foot in his mouth and make him gag on his own stench.

He’s such an asshole sometimes. Never talks to me, and then out of the blue he starts making these sexual comments, although they weren’t very literal. It got to me. I HATE that he made me blush. Goddammit … The nerve this man has to ask me all these things and think I’d agree, even putting my job on the line. Ugh! *Makes strangling gesture*

Xx

S.

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Ten minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

I understand how you feel. Bosses are a species of their own. Raging beasts. Must be a lack of sex. I tell you, a man without sex is like a man without a brain. I know so from experience, trust me.

Don’t think about it, S. He probably didn’t mean to make it difficult on you. He’s just out of options, and you’re all he has. Think of it as an honor, something only you can do for him. And then make him remember that he needs you. If someone’s gonna be nasty to you, you be even nastier.

Talking about nasty … I know exactly what you need to take this off your mind. Are you interested?

A.

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Eight minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

I don’t want to bother you with my shit. I’m sorry; I don’t know what made me do that. Please ignore my rant. I think it’s the hormones. And that man. Basically, a combo of both. Damn hormones …

I am interested. Very much. What do you have in mind?

Xx

S.

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Seven minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Don’t be sorry. You can talk to me about whatever is on your mind. I don’t bite.

Hard …

I want you to make me hard. That’s what I have in mind.

Playtime starts now.

A.

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Six minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Yes, Sir.

What do you want me to do? I am at your disposal.

Xx

S.

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Five minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Join me on the app.

I will give you instructions there.

Your boss made you blush, so now it’s time to top that. Blow off some steam. Literally.

I expect you to be online within two minutes or else punishment will ensue.

A.

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Four and a half minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Is that a challenge?

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Three minutes ago

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Don’t tempt me, S.

Punishment isn’t meant to be fun, and if it is, I’ll make sure to never do that again.

You’re very cheeky today. I suspect it’s because of your asshole boss, so I’ll ignore this one slip-up, but don’t push my buttons again. I realize you need to vent, but we’ll do it in a different way. My way.

Come online. NOW.

A.

I close the browser on my desktop and grab my cell phone to open up the app. Mr. Awesome is already online, which makes me all giddy for some reason. I know what’s coming now, I just don’t know how yet. We talk, I blush on camera, he gives me sexual assignments to please him, I get off, he gets off. Conversation done. Rinse and repeat.

We’ve been doing this for some time now, and I have to say it really helps to deal with all this craziness at work. I like this dynamic – two people who don’t know anything about each other getting each other off online – a perfect way to destress. Plus, I love to be dominated by him. It’s just the way he does it that gets me so aroused; I swear, I haven’t come this hard since I’ve known the dude. And I’m only fucking myself now, so god only knows how good it’d be to actually have sex with this mystery man.

But what the hell am I thinking? It’s not like we’ll actually meet. He’s told me from the beginning that it’ll never happen and that I shouldn’t count on it. It was one of the rules we discussed prior to engaging in this hot affair; no addresses, no names, and definitely no attachments. It’s all loose and fun … and totally sexy … so up my alley. Who cares about the stigma? As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, I’m having fun with him doing what we do.

I could use the distraction, and Mr. Awesome knows exactly what I need, which happens to be what he needs, too. He always needs me, which is why I enjoy talking to him so much. It’s nice to be
needed
, once in a while, in the sense of actually being attractive and knowing someone else likes to see you and hear you talk. Yeah … I’m an addict to Mr. Awesome’s demands, for sure, but I don’t regret a thing.

Mr. Awesome: Are you ready?

S: Yes, Sir. Please, let me know what you would like me to do.

Mr. Awesome: Take out the pink dildo you hide in your desk and go to the bathroom.

S: Yes, Sir. Can I add: the bathroom is unisex. Not just women will be there.

Mr. Awesome: Not important. Tuck it in your purse and go to the bathroom. Lock your stall door and put lid down on the toilet. Tell me when you’re seated.

Licking my lips, I take out the dildo, careful not to be seen. I check my surroundings first before slipping it into my purse, making sure nobody is close. Nervous, I get up and walk to the bathroom. I walk inside and stop to listen if I hear anyone, but not a sound is made. I walk to the stalls and look under some of them, but I don’t see anything. I don’t have much time, so I go into my own stall quickly and lock the door, reminding myself that I’m alone in here. Time for some action before anyone comes in.

S: I’m here.

Mr. Awesome: Good. Now spread your legs. Wide. Let your skirt come up all the way until your panties are exposed. And then slip your fingers into your bra and touch yourself. Rub them softly until they’re nice and peaked. Tug them at least thrice. Then tell me how you feel.

I do as he says, spreading my legs until my skirt crops up and then some. I slip my fingers into my shirt until the buttons explode and start playing with my breasts. My nipples are eager to pop, easily teased into arousal. Tugging them hurts a little, but the pain only gives me pleasure, making my pussy thump. I can already feel it getting wet.

S: Oh, it feels good.

Mr. Awesome: Tell me what you’re doing. Pleasure yourself. Give me all the details.

S: Yes, Sir. I love my fingers all over my nipples, straining them to the limit. I’m desperate to touch myself. Can I, please?

Mr. Awesome: Are you wet for me, princess?

S: Oh, god yes, Sir. I’m dripping.

Mr. Awesome: Send me a picture. I’d like to enjoy as well.

Slamming my lips, I flip out my breast and hold out the phone to take a picture. Then I press send. It’s not embarrassing anymore; instead, it riles me up to know he’s looking at my nipple right now.

Mr. Awesome: Imagine me licking those rosy nipples of yours. God, you’re beautiful, princess.

S: Thank you, Sir. I love to hear that.

Mr. Awesome: Your boss is crazy for not saying that to you every day. You always make me hard just by talking to me.

S: I’m glad I can do that for you.

Mr. A: Do some more for me, princess. Hot. Naughty. Show me. Pleasure yourself until the brink and then stop. Send me some pictures along the way.

S: Yes, Sir.

I tease my nipples until I’m hot and bothered, then slide down to my pussy to give it some attention. I slide my fingers up and down and push them into my panties, feeling my own wetness. My clit is thumping from his commands and the sheer pleasure it gives me to follow his demands. I love doing this, just letting go at the moment with a stranger.

I send another picture of my hand inside my panties.

Mr. Awesome: Tease. Send me more. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

Now that’s a challenge I’ll gladly accept.

I take off my panties and slide my fingers into my wetness, then take a picture. Biting my lip, I play with myself while taking a whole set more. I’m getting so turned on – my breathing is ragged and my heart rate is picking up. Flicking my clit, my body is ripe with need, ready to let all of it out.

Mr. Awesome: Such a nice, wet pussy. Is it ready to be fucked?

S: Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you.

He sends me a picture.

He’s holding his cock. My eyes almost fall out of my eyes. He’s hung, and dammit, it’s making me drool. If it wasn’t for the bad lighting, I would’ve stared at it longer, but I can’t hold back anymore. I have to touch myself just from seeing that.

Mr. Awesome: Want more?

S: Oh, god yes.

Mr. Awesome: Beg.

S: Please, Sir, give me more.

Mr. Awesome: If you’re a good girl, I might send you more than just a photo.

Oh my god, does he mean an actual clip? Oh, Jesus, yes, I’ve been waiting for this day.

Mr. Awesome: Someday.

S: Way to blow my excitement.

Mr. Awesome: Aw, poor you. Will it help if I let you come this time? I’ll make you blow something else, though.

S: Yes, it might.

Mr. Awesome: Good girls do what they are told. Take out the dildo and put it in your mouth. Take some pictures. I want you to suck it, hard. Make it wet.

I do as he says, taking out the dildo and licking it while I take some pictures. Having something in my mouth makes me so goddamn horny. Some see it as being devalued as a woman. I see it as empowerment. I love to do this, knowing this man is getting off on the things I send him; it gives me power, which makes me feel good, too.

He sends me another picture of him jerking his cock. God, I love this, it’s making me drool over the dildo.

Mr. Awesome: Keep slipping your fingers down that pussy. I want you dripping before I let you do anything else. I’m rock hard, and I want you to make me come by being a dirty girl. If it’s wet, slip that pink cock into your slit. But don’t come.

S: Yes, Sir. I’m so wet. So goddamn wet. I want to come so badly.

Mr. Awesome: Don’t. Come. Understand?

S: Yes, Sir.

Mr. Awesome: Who do you want?

S: You, Sir. Always, only you.

Mr. Awesome: Then please me and I will please you. Make me squirt my cum all over the floor and I might give you what you want.

I take the dildo from my mouth and slide it up my pussy, the fullness of it overpowering. I love how it feels when I slide it up and down, toying with my clit at the same time. I’m on the verge of coming, but I know he won’t allow me yet, which only adds to the thrill of it. I can’t help but moan, and once it comes out, I immediately slam my lips shut praying nobody heard me.

I send him pictures of my pussy and how I slip it in, my lips while I bite the bottom one, my wetness spread on my fingers, my nipples strained to the limit. God, I’m so fucking horny, I don’t even feel bad for doing this at work.

Mr. Awesome: That’s it, princess. Show me what you got.

S: Please, Sir, can I come?

Mr. Awesome: Not yet, princess, not yet. Take out the picture I sent you and look at it while you pleasure that pussy. I want you to imagine it’s deep inside you, riding you from behind. Can you taste it yet?

S: What?

Mr. Awesome: My cum. Imagine it dripping into your mouth as you suck me dry.

S: Oh, god yes, please. I need it. I can’t keep this up, please Sir, please allow me to come.

Mr. Awesome: hmmm …

Another picture is sent.

It’s his cock again, but this time a white jet spurts from the tip right when he took the blurry picture. Oh, holy hotness. Now I’m not just a bottle redhead, but literally a redhead. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire.

Mr. Awesome: Now you can come.

Oh, fuck yes! Gazing at the picture that he sent me, I flick my clit. I imagine what he would taste like, how he would feel inside me. I push the dildo in and out, heightening my pleasure until I’m at the brink … and then I fall, so hard. I come and come, my body flooding with ecstasy, my muscles contracting and relaxing at the same time. After the orgasm subsides, I take a deep breath and text him back.

S: Fuck, that was good. Just what I needed.

Mr. Awesome: Glad I could be of service. You’ve gotten me in quite a bit of trouble, too, with those hot pictures. I couldn’t control myself. Now, I have to clean myself up again. I hope you thoroughly enjoyed that.

S: Yes, I did.

Mr. Awesome: What do we say then?

S: Thank you, Sir.

Mr. Awesome: You’re welcome. Are you feeling better now?

S: Ugh, you have no idea! I feel like I can sit behind my desk again without having the urge to throw a brick through his window into his room.

Mr. Awesome: I love your feistiness.

S: Funny, he says that too, except that I hate it when he does.

Mr. Awesome: If that means you like it when I do, then I’m fine with that statement.

S: I do. I like this.

Mr. Awesome: Good. I’m glad you do because I wouldn’t want my princess to feel unappreciated.

S: Thank you, Sir.

Mr. Awesome: Don’t spend the day cranky. He’s not worth it. And if you feel the urge to strangle him, remember these words: bad princess, bad.

I chuckle from his comment.

S: Yes, Sir, I will. Thank you.

Mr. Awesome: You’re welcome. I’ll contact you for our next session. Or you may contact me if you wish to do so. Have a good day.

After blowing out another breath, I put my phone back into my purse and take out the dildo. I’m not sure if I’m still alone, so I decide to tuck it in my purse first. I’ll wash it in the sink once I’m sure there’s no one here.

I pull up my panties, which were shoved down, and pat down my skirt, checking myself before I open the door.

Right as I step outside, the door opposite to me opens as well. I freeze. My eyes widen as Leo King steps out of the stall with a huge smile on his face.

Oh, dear fucking god … please create a hole in the ground so I can jump to my death. Thank you.

How long has he been there? I try to hide my embarrassment by averting my eyes, hoping he didn’t hear anything. I swallow away my nerves and immediately make a walk toward the sink.

“You spent an awful lot of time in there, Miss Webber.” He walks after me.

“Maybe I did, so what?” I open the faucet to try to ignore his voice … as well as the flush growing on my face. God, why is it so goddamn hot in here?

He stands beside me and puts his hands under the water. “I could’ve sworn I heard some noise. It sounded like … a cry …”

I frown, raising an eyebrow right after. “I wasn’t crying; if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

He smiles. “I’m glad you weren’t.”

“Don’t feel flattered. It takes much more than what you say and do to make me cry.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh … claws, Miss. They’re sharp today.”

I sigh, gazing back at the mirror to clear my face of the hairs that are sticking to my forehead. Somehow, all I can think of is that dildo in my purse and imagining he can see straight through the fabric like he has some kind of x-ray vision or something. Just thinking about it makes me shiver. That’s some scary stuff, my boss, the peeping tom.

“No, no, wait … that sound … it was more …” He leans in. “Like a moan.”

I stop breathing. My eyes widen as I stare at myself in the mirror. His eyes briefly meet mine, and I swear I see a cheeky smile spreading on his lips. However, before I have a chance to take a really good look, he’s already turned around to dry his hands.