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

even as things got really nice and relaxing. Seth suggested we go to bed early. He said he had a lot planned for the next day. Reluctantly, I agreed, wishing we could stay up and flirt but knowing that that wasn’t the brightest idea.

Morning almost came too soon. Rested but confused, I did light exercises to get the adrenaline going and looked for something to wear. I would have to do it eventually, but taking a shower right then seemed too presumptuous, since it seemed so intimate of a thing to do in someone else’s house and I still wasn’t sure where we stood.

As I walked into the kitchen, a delicious scent wafted my way. Mushrooms never smelled so good. Seth was a wizard with cooking, to a level that bespoke a culinary education. Though where he would have come by such training was anybody’s guess.

“Smells great,” I said.

“We shall soon see.”

His humility was misplaced, because the omelets he placed on the table were surely among the best ever cooked. It was a nearly orgasmic experience to consume, filling me with an unspeakable happiness.

“Can I ask you something?” Seth said, after a long moment.

“Yes.”

Putting down his cutlery, Seth conjured a long, thin jeweler’s box, seemingly from nowhere. Without a word, he put it in the space between our plates.

He didn’t say another word.

Apparently, whatever it was would speak for itself.

It wasn’t a ring; I knew that much by the shape. The most obvious object for it to be was a necklace, but there was only one way to know for sure.

The hinged lid creaked open like the door of a haunted house, eventually revealing a black vinyl choker on the white silk interior of the box.

At least it looked like a choker.

It also could have been a collar.

“You have no doubt heard the rumors. It isn’t exactly a secret. It is also entirely true, or at least mostly true. Some things have been exaggerated. I don’t have a dungeon in the basement, for example. The fact is, I am very attracted to you and, with your consent, I would like to train you. Not just in the business, but as my pet.”

I looked at him, incredulous that this was all happening so fast.

There I had been, less than half an hour ago, wondering if I could shower in his house and now, he was asking me to let him perform BDSM on me.

I knew it was crazy, but I couldn’t help being turned on. I was dripping wet.

“If you accept, you will wear that collar as a sign of our arrangement,” Seth continued. “Basically, you will be mine, and you’ll have to do anything I tell you. Within reason, of course, and we’ll set boundaries in place to ensure your comfort as well as my own. If you don’t accept, we go back to how things were before. Don’t worry. Nothing about your internship will change unless you want it to by accepting this collar.”

“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes down. “I will wear it.”

“Good girl.”

His words made me tingle all over.

It felt so good to know I had pleased him.

“Do I put it on, or do you?” I asked him.

“I do, but I need you to take your clothes off first.”

The authoritative tone was back in his voice and I loved it.

My whole body tingled with nerves and anticipation.

“Yes, sir.”

Slowly, I stood from my chair and started undressing. Outside a locker room, no one had seen me naked in years. And I had never been with a guy. I hadn’t wanted to give my virginity away to just anyone.

With Seth, it felt different. It felt right. Special.

“Turn around,” he said.

I obeyed, turning to face the wall, though I could hear the creak as he stood and picked up the collar, getting ready to put it on me.

“Do you accept me as your master, and vow to obey me in all things?” he asked me.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master,” I whispered.

“Do you forfeit all personal control and autonomy, entrusting your body, as well as your well-being, entirely to me?”

“Yes, master.”

The cool, smooth vinyl embraced my neck as he put the collar on me.

“I hereby claim you as my pet, to be trained as I see fit.”

The collar buckled shut and I was his. In every way I knew and with everything I had. I would give it all to him gladly.

I didn’t even flinch as his hand grazed over my pussy, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted it. I wanted his touch and all the joy he saw fit to bring me.

But he wasn’t going to give it to me right now.

“Time for work,” he said, stepping away.

I stifled a whimper, hoping for so much more, but then he took my hand and led me back up the stairs and everything again seemed normal with the world. Except for the fact that my boss had just touched my pussy and claimed me by putting a collar on me that I was still wearing.

The office looked a lot like the one at work, only this one at his house didn’t have a bit bay window and the desk was up against a wall, with the stereo right next to it. Seth led me to the desk, sitting me down on the chair.

Taking control of the computer, he opened a new document file and put a pair of headphones around my neck, on top of the collar. I stayed still like a good pet, waiting for my master’s instructions.

“Piled on the stereo is a stack of demos. I want you to go through them, writing notes on your thoughts as you listen,” he instructed me. “Include your thoughts on whether you think they should