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

guessed she would be a complete virgin and that she wouldn’t recognize a simple butt plug. But I found that I liked her innocence. I liked knowing I was claiming all her firsts.

“It’s called a butt plug, pet.”

“Oh.”

She turned a bright shade of pink, no doubt able to guess what it was used for or, at the very least, where it went.

“Do you know what it’s for?”

She shook her head again. I wasn’t sure if she was lying, so I decided not to punish her. I tried to reserve the more severe punishments for the really serious infractions.

“Can you guess where it goes?”

“In my butt?”

“Good girl. Yes, it goes in your butt, and is used to make anal easier.”

“Anal sex?”

“Yes, but not today, because you need training, which is what the plug is for.”

“Okay.”

She looked up at me as if she trusted whatever I said, and I loved that she did.

Chapter Seven

Jonna

I could feel my nipples, hard with excitement, brush up against the inside of the silk robe as Seth stood me up. With gentle hands, he bent me over the already cleared table. The varnished surface was cool under my cheek. My pulse was already up, and I was blushing with anticipation, despite my anxiety.

I trusted him not to fuck me in the ass yet because he said he wouldn’t, and that was more than enough for me. Though I still had to wonder how it was going to feel, having the butt plug put inside me.

The chair scraped on the tile floor as Seth sat down behind me. Cool air caressed my thighs and ass as he lifted the bottom of the still cinched robe, tucking it up under the belt to keep it in place.

“Oh!”

Seth’s thumb caressed my vulva, sending a shock of pleasure through me. I was so sensitive down there, the lightest touch could send me through the roof.

After a few more passes, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, licking me slowly from bottom to top, paying special attention to my clit. I would have thought, logically, he would have to lick my asshole, but my pussy seemed to be doing the job just fine— getting me relaxed at the same time as warming me up.

The orgasm came fast and hard. I usually had some kind of warning, though not in that instance. Seth put a hand on my back to comfort me, as I came down, ready for anything he wanted to do with me. Or so it seemed to me.

The plastic cap popped on the little bottle that came in the box with the plug. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, unable to think of anything that would come in a bottle that small. As it turned out, it was a bottle of gently warming lube Seth slathered the butt plug in before pressing it up against me.

I wanted to let out a moan but resisted the urge. Master hadn’t given me permission to make noise.

Tenderly stroking my lower back all the way down, Seth worked the plug into my virgin ass, until I could feel the edges of the base brushing against my cheeks.

“How’s that feel?” he asked me.

“Different,” I confessed, “but wonderful.”

It was true. I’d never experienced anything like it before, but also couldn’t deny how amazing it felt inside me.

“Good. I want you to wear it the rest of the day, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good girl.”

He got me back into an upright position, gently kissing my cheek as he let the bottom of the robe fall back down around my knees.

Caressing his hand down my arms, kissing my neck, he took my hand and lead me back toward the stairs.

I’d hoped he might be bringing me to the bedroom for another good, hard fucking, or even to his infamous playroom for some heavier play, but alas, he took me back to the office. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the work. I still loved it, really; it was just that I’d come to see Seth as even more of a master than a mentor.

There were times during which I was already beginning to forget that we were at the house to do work. Luckily, I had him there to remind me. He really was the responsible one.

I’d expected it to hurt, at least at first, when I sat down with the butt plug in, but I really didn’t notice that much difference between standing and sitting. There was a bit more pressure to be sure, but this was in no way a bad thing.

“Continue the work you were doing before,” he said, turning the page over in the Moleskine. “Same rules as previously.”

“Yes, master,” I said obediently.

He squeezed my shoulder, going instantly into mentor mode, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I was surprised and impressed at how quickly he could change between roles, going from hot passion to gentle professionalism at the drop of a hat. Or, more accurately, the beating of my pounding heart.

I was getting everything I wanted, even if I hadn’t known some of it had existed beforehand, and I couldn’t be happier.

It felt like a cliché, the sort of thing that never actually happened in real life, but the time really did seem to fly by. Or, maybe not fly, but zoom, at a supersonic speed beyond what I could accurately perceive.

Either way, the time between Seth easing me down into the nicely padded office chair, a high-quality butt plug firmly planted up my ass, and coming to get me seemed miniscule.

The only evidence of my work was the physical evidence. A further seven pages, twelve in all, of obscure bands with music only available online, that I thought deserved a boost on Suspicious Activity.