That's One Hot Boss [DISCOUNTINUED]

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It's been two days since I got a well paying job. I didnt really know what the job was for. I just know my mother directed me towards it and told me that it was a despreate man who was looking for a personal assistant. She also told me to dress nice and show up on time and that was it.

Don't get me wrong I love the job, and I love helping people, but I don't like helping people who sexually harass me 

like Mr. Owen does.

I remember walking in on the first day just to be bombarded by his sexy ass blue-green eyes and his little dimple in his cheek. He was a walking talking breathing orgasm just waiting to happen. 

To me.

Oh, God. Where did that thought come from? He already had me hyperventilating and I just got a glance at him. The lady who had interviewed me, who I've learned was named Mrs. Holly, (Backup secretary) had chuckled when she saw my mouth drop when we passed his office.

 "Don't drool, dear," she giggled. 

I blushed and lamely tried to explain myself. "I-I was just. . . I mean I was just--"

The old lady rolled her eyes and patted my shoulder. "No need to explain, Ms. Callo. If I wasn't old and married I would drool too." She glanced back at the room where my employer was sitting with some other men in black and grey suits. "I heard he's had women in and out of his office. I hope you get to stay though." She smiles at me and I look at her confused.

"What do you mean?" 

Mrs. Holly glanced again over my shoulder before she told me to come on so we can finish the tour.

About a week later I found out what she meant.

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My head is pounding.

What is he doing? Why is he doing this?

"M-m-Mr.Owen, please. Stop this now," I plead even though I didn't want him to stop. It feels so good.

A moan was building and I knew if I wouldn't quiet down someone would hear us.

His hands raked my body and all I could do was sit, under his restraint, to take in the intensity in his eyes that I usually try to avoid.

But there was no avoiding this.

Mr. Owen was about to fuck me.

I tried to hide with my hands, cowering. Trying to hide my body from his lips, his tongue, his eyes. But I couldn't. He would growl at me or slap my ass as hard as he could when I did.

He had tied me so I would no longer reach down and try to hide.

I pushed my lips together to stop the moan building in my throat as his tongue stroked down, and down til he got to the place he wanted. My pu$sy.

He looked up at me. Taking in my face. Looking at his handy work. Me with my hands tied atop my head. "Mine," he said in a low hoarse voice that me wet.

I nodded. That's all I could do.

His lips lowed and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as his lips descended.

Bliss.

I cried out, no longer worrying about being heard by the busy people in the hall. "Daniel!"

His tongue was magical.

"Fu-FUCK," I moaned.

He was licking and nibbling. Sucking and stroking. Ah, he wouldn't stop. Even when I begged him, tears streaming from my eyes. "Please, Dan-sir. I- I can't take anymore. Stop, please."

It felt so good and I had already lost count of how many times I came.

"You're not supposed to be begging me to stop. You're supposed to be begging me to keep going," he said, finally coming up for air. My cum was dripping down from his chin and a sudden rush of embarrassment coursed through me.

"Yes, sir."

He smirked and wiped his chin with the tissue he reached over and grabbed off his desk. "Lesson done . . . for today." He looked pointedly at his desk which held a picture of his daughter. "Tomorrow, we fuck there."

I swallowed and Mr. Owen noticed. He snickered at me while slowly and deftly fixing his tie. "No need to be nervous, my little kitten. Finish the work I have set out for you then come to my place. We will finish there."

Then he left, leaving me naked, hot and, bothered and with a stack of papers to do.

And he didn't even untie me.

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