Anything For You, Sir... (Secretary/Boss Erotic Asphyxiation)
Another day, another dollar for the dominant Logan Reilly... or rather, another 10,000 dollars. Life for a company bigshot like Logan seems easy: everything is handed to him. Including his svelte secretary Suzi, waiting for him in the office one night. When things get heated between the two, it isn't long before the meek Suzi finally wins control over her boss by putting the squeeze on him... More
Another day, another dollar for bigshot Logan Reilly... or rather, another ten thousand dollars. Life as a company bighitter like Logan seems so easy: everything is handed to him. Including, it seems, his svelte secretary Suzi, waiting for him in the office one Friday night. When things get heated between the two, it isn't long before the meek Suzi finally wins control over her boss by putting the squeeze on him...
WARNING - This 6,000 word erotica short features submission and domination, with some erotic asphyxiation for good measure! Not to be viewed by under 18s!
"“No, Suzi,” he said, cutting her wittering off. “I had something completely different in mind when I came back here,” he said, close to her pale ear. He looked down her profile, noting the evasive, blank look on her face even more than he noticed the barest traces of cleavage through her tightly buttoned shirt. Clueless, he thought. Entirely clueless.
“May I ask what that purpose was? Mr. Reilly?” Logan, as he usually did, made no effort to stifle his sigh. Did he need to draw her a picture?
“Ah, Mr. Reilly! I'm sorry! Have I done wrong?” Suzi squeaked, scrambling to appease her boss. It was a useful opening for Logan, not that he needed one.
“Yes, Suzi, you have done wrong...” he began, stooping a little to speak the words softly but dangerously. “You've been bad, very bad indeed.”
Suzi knew not how to react, feeling her face turn an even heavier shade of crimson than it had done all evening. Logan could read her indecision and hesitance like it was printed on her flushing face. He took it as carte blanche to stroke his lower arm further down her posterior. A fine posterior, he couldn't help but note. He decided that it certainly felt a lot better than it looked.
“Bad...?” said Suzi, crestfallen, almost on the verge of tears. In her regret and sorrow, she had even barely registered his hand as it brushed along her behind. Suddenly she became intensely aware of it, and felt her body freeze. What was the meaning of this?
“Did I not make myself clear?” barked Logan, genuinely a little annoyed. Hadn't this girl ever entertained fantasies like this? Hadn't she been desperate for him to even treat her with respect, let alone for him to explore her with his hands?
“I'm sorry, Mr. Reilly, sir... I don't know...” she moped, feeling the tears materialize and ready themselves for release. But beneath the self-pity, she finally felt the first flickerings of desire arise within her, even if it was tinged with doubt. Does a man so powerful as Mr. Reilly really want me?
“Do you take pleasure in being so naughty, Suzi?”
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