Under My Boss's Direction: Office Romance Collection With New Novel by Jamie Knight (most recommended books .TXT) 📗

food I’d ever had, even though I was unable to properly express this fact, except in strongly suggestive noises.

“Good,” he said, kissing me again, placing a hand on my thigh.

I damn near dropped my fork, the sheer pleasure of his touch on my bare skin making me jerk and gasp.

“Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s good, it feels good.”

Leaving his hand where it was, Ryan continued eating one handed, while I tried to focus on the fork coming toward my mouth without stabbing myself in the gums. Getting through breakfast without incident, Ryan ran his hand up under my dress, lightly cupping my bare pussy.

“Oh!”

“No panties.”

“No, sir.”

“Good girl”

He kissed me again, more passionately that time, massaging my pussy as he did so, getting me dangerously close to orgasm.

“May I call you sir?”

“That depends.”

He pulled a long box out his pocket. It was thin and rectangular, covered in black velvet. I looked at him, puzzled, wondering what might be inside.

“Are you familiar with power exchange?”

“Like kinky stuff?” I asked, feeling very innocent and foolish.

“In a manner of speaking. It’s not what you’ve likely seen in the media, not entirely anyway. There are many aspects to it, some gentler than others.”

“Power exchange is a gentler one?”

“The gentlest, at least in terms of the physical element. There doesn’t need to be any punishment at all. All it really means is that you, of your own free will, surrender control to me. You do what I say and let me do whatever I want to you without question. In short, you are mine, though not in an abusive or exploitive way. It is an arrangement we would have reach together.”

“I’ve never heard of it, until now anyway, but I think I’m interested.”

“Open your present,” he said.

At his command, I opened the box, finding a black leather choker which chrome hardware and a lovely, and expensive, looking shamrock charm, encrusted with what looked to be actual emeralds.

“If you agree, you may call me ‘sir’ and I will call you ‘darling’ or ‘pet.’ You will wear that choker at all times as a sign that you are mine. If you wear it I will take it as a yes. That you agree to engage in power exchange with me. If not, we continue as we were, and I won’t say another word about it.”

I really should have thought about it more. It was a big decision after all, but he posed such an intriguing proposal, I didn’t even really think about it before putting the choker around my neck. I already basically considered myself to be his. We might as well make it official.

Chapter Five

Warmth greeted me as I turned. An automatic response to waking that went back to my earliest memories. Searching for comfort in the first hours of the day, neither sleep nor waking, both vital processes, particularly easy for me. His smell drew me in, causing me to nuzzle into Ryan’s neck as he enveloped me in a sure embrace.

It was as intimate as we had been the last few days. The possibility of a pregnancy scare had turned out to have spooked him more than he let on, and so I’d I agreed to go on birth control, which could take up to seven days to take effect. Ryan refused to fuck me until then. I was disappointed but couldn’t fault him for wanting to be safe. I wanted to have a baby with him, honestly, but not before he was ready, if, of course he would ever be.

“Six,” he said, stroking my face.

“One more to go.”

“Yup, how are you doing, pet?”

“Okay, I think. We certainly did a lot that first day.”

“We did indeed.”

“There are still other things we can do, while we’re waiting.”

“Without it leading somewhere else?”

“I promise,” I vowed.

Ryan pulled me to him, his hard cock pressing against my belly as he kissed me tenderly. Continuing with the theme, I returned his affections, slowly but surely migrating down to his chin and then along his neck, like he had done to me. I didn’t know if he’d had anyone do it to him before but going by his soft moans, of both pleasure and surprise, I would guess not. He tensed as I reached his cock, planting a kiss right on the pulsing head. He knew what was coming next as well as I did, and was apparently trying to prepare himself.

Playing with him a little more, I swirled my tongue around the tip of the head, working my way slowly down. Reaching the ridge, I went back up, making sure to cover every tasty inch of the surface area, savoring every sound he made. He hadn’t told me to suck him, not directly. I usually waited for direct orders from my master, particularly in the bedroom, but it was so clear what we both wanted no words needed to be exchanged. Either that or I was becoming telepathic to his needs. Either one was possible, really.

Giving his delicious head a sound tongue lashing, I took it in my mouth and started to suck. Light and gentle at first, adding intensity as I went along, easing my lips down his thick shaft. Similar to how he’d fucked me.

It surprised him as much as me when my lips brushed his balls, his cock well and truly in my mouth, to the point of also being a good distance down my throat. I’d never really attempted deep-throating before, at least not with so much gusto, and was very pleased with the results.

Ryan wasn’t exactly disappointed either, putting his hand on the back of my head as I eased back up toward the top and started to suck again in earnest. Only about half of his full length remained in my mouth. Despite my success, I