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"Mr Jones, Miss Bancroft has arrived for her appointment." The voice of his secretary said over his desk phone.

Ryan Jones noted the time on the phone, she was a few minutes early, a good sign. He sat pack and took his time to wonder about Sarah Bancroft. Wondered if she was nervous at being called to a very senior executive office. No doubt she would have an idea of why she was called in, but was she nervous that he and not her own boss had chosen to meet with her. He had told Mrs Smith not to forewarn Sarah about the appointment, even though they had discussed it two days ago.

Ryan was not an intimidating man, for a senior executive of the company. One would think he was too young to hold such a position, in his early thirties, but then very few knew his secret. He also did not exude that smugness or intimidating demeanor of the other older executives. Ryan believed in second chances, he believed there was always something behind a staff members poor performance that could be overcome, unless it was blatantly criminal, one could always discuss without need for dismissal.

He looked at the file on the desk in front of him, which he had not even opened or read. He had preferred to get Mrs Smith's, Sarah's supervisor, take on what he should do. She had spoken well of the young lady, saying she had always been polite, prompt and diligent since starting at the company a few months back. She was well liked among her colleagues, another reason Mrs Smith had not wanted to haul her in for a chat herself, she liked the girl and thought she would be too lenient, and she thought a scolding from someone in a very senior position would help guide her to the right path again.

Pressing the button on his phone he spoke softly, well aware that Sarah would hear it over the intercom. "Please show her in."

He stood up and buttoned his perfectly tailored suit that seemed molded to his athletic body. Let's see if she knows why she is here, he thought to himself as he leant against the front of his mahogany desk, to face the visitors chair before it.

Outside the office, the pretty secretary stood, straightened her short mid thigh skirt, and matching blouse, before escorting Sarah to the door. She gave the girl a quick once over and smiled, knowing her boss would be pleasantly surprised, though he might be a little disappointed by her shirt and jeans, although they did look well made and classy, and there was not actual corporate dress code.

"Don't worry, he is not a monster," she said reassuringly. "Mr Jones, always has tea during a meeting, would you like anything?"
 
Sarah Bancroft was so nervous she felt like she would drown in her anxiety. She usually wasn't anxious like this but she knew why she was sitting here. If Sarah was one of those people that bit at their nails she would have been by now but she knew better. It was bad for her nails, especially when they grew as quickly as hers did, sometimes if she didn't trim them frequently they looked like claws. Anyway to the reason she was sitting here Sarah knew exactly why. Her performance had dropped, with all the worry about her landlord kicking her out of her apartment and being homeless since she didn't have relatives near and really didn't have enough money for a hotel. Seriously she was living in a tiny apartment where the front room was her bedroom, though she did have a bathroom and a little tiny kitchen that she could barely move in but at least there weren't bugs. Sarah though with all the worry had been starting to make mistakes at work and not be as energetic as she had first been. Though she felt if it had just been her being lack of energy and happiness she would have been okay but she had been making mistakes cause even at work she was constantly worrying about how she was going to pay the rent. She was only one month late but still. Her landlord was not a nice man, really not nice.

Then Sarah jumped when the person she was meeting apparently was ready since she heard his voice over the intercom, though he was quiet. Her supervisor Mrs. Smith must have seen her apparent anxiety because she said Mr. Jones wasn't a monster and that he usually had tea and if she wanted anything. Sarah shook her head. "No thank you." Sarah then gulped, only saying no because she probably wouldn't have been able to hold the cup without it rattling or even worse, dropping. Sarah then went in.

After going in she gulped again before speaking. "I heard you wanted to see me, though who am I kidding, I know why I'm here. So, are you firing me?" Sarah was not one to skip around the corners, liking to get straight to the point as she fidgeted, just one foot from the door. She didn't like to sit or anything without permission, it could be labeled as rude. Sarah might be a worrying, lacking of energy person right now but she still knew her manners. She even had her white high heels on, even though they hurt like nothing else. She wasn't going to wear suits, even if they were proper work wear for money Sarah just couldn't seem to work well in them. Also people didn't seem to mind before when she wasn't making mistakes. Now though, who knew what was going to happen. Hopefully though she would just get a warning or a drop in pay, not totally fired, though it was the boss of her boss, which made her more nervous even as she stood there, knowing everything was on her face right now. Even though usually she was more refined and didn't show worry or stress on her face.
 

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He smiled, "straight to the point it seems." His eyes then moved to his secretary, "please bring Miss Bancroft some special tea, I think she needs it and it looks like she might be too nervous to ask for what she wants."

"Yes sir," the reply came before the door was closed behind Sarah.

Looking at the young lady again, he broadened his smile. "Do not worry, it is just a blend from the east, nothing strong or illegal, but very refreshing and most importantly calming."

He looked her up and down from top to bottom then back to meet her eyes. He could see she did not feel comfortable in her high shoes. A pity he thought, the girl is very pretty and with the right clothing she could be beautiful and eye catching. His eyes did not linger inappropriately, it was more like he was assessing her work attire rather than her sexiness. He could not complain, her clothing was not tacky, far from it, though he thought she would look a lot better in a skirt and tighter blouse.

Ryan straightened himself and indicated to the chair, "please take a seat, relax, I might be somewhat important in this company but I am not going to gobble you up."

His handsome face smiled, and his dark eyes bore into her, "and know you will not be fired. Mrs Smith said you had been an excellent employee to begin with, and your recent mistakes were easily corrected." His expression became a little darker, "but young lady it cannot be tolerated for ever and your friendly demeanor will not let you globe by for too long."

He grinned, "well with Mrs Smith at least, if you are nice to me I can be quite forgiving, but then," he shrugged, "but then I may be above your boss, and she will only listen to my recommendation." The way he said it left no doubt that his recommendation would be obeyed.

"So sit, and tell me why a vibrant young girl like yourself is underperforming at work, there must be a reason for your sudden change."
 
Sarah was about to burst with nervousness, shaking like a leaf, both from stress and the fear of being fired. Her mind was going about 200 mph and wasn't slowing down. Sarah had always been like this but couldn't find a way to calm herself, though tea was a helper sometimes she would refuse the things because she was so wound up. Sarah had never found a way to fully calm down and free herself from the stress. Sarah wished she could though. Sarah jumped though when Ryan spoke and alarm bells went off in her head. She would not be able to even hold a teacup, but the door was closed before Sarah could speak. Now alarm bells were ringing like crazy in her head at being in this office with the high up executive boss.

Then he spoke again and told her to sit and she did quickly, shaking badly but trying to stop. She sort of looked like a rabbit she was shaking so much. Then she silently listened as Mr. Jones spoke. Then as he said her behavior wouldn't be tolerated any longer she was near tears and wanted to shrink in the chair, looking like she wanted to run as far away as possible from the office. Then he asked why and she wanted to run away even more but Sarah shakily spoke. "Uh it's nothing, I just have a lot of stress, I'll be better, I'm sorry for my mistakes I will not do them anymore, I will be sure not to make anymore mistakes. I just am under stress since not being able to pay my rent recently but really it will be straightened out soon." Sarah was near hyperventilating but trying to keep from that. Sarah knew that she wouldn't be fired, or at least thought that since he said it but boss's could be fickle and Sarah did not want to be fired or get into a lower position, meaning even less pay and getting kicked out of her tiny apartment that she couldn't even really afford and being homeless or living in a very run down hotel.
 
He looked down at her, his smile becoming thoughtful.

"I see, so you are worried about money, and what you might have to do to survive." He walked around the chair she was seated on and leant down so his mouth was by her ear. "A girl like you shouldn't worry about things like that at work," he whispered softly. "She shouldn't worry about what she may need to do to pay her rent, she should be thinking about how to meet her bosses expectations and thus moving up in the company and thus hopefully having less worries."

He straightened and walked around the chair to face her again, the smile having returned to his lips. "I like you Miss Bancroft, your boss speaks highly of you, and I think you have the potential to go far in the company, but you have this problem we have to overcome." He grinned, "now I am going to have to punish you for your mistake, but we can talk about that later, let's first sort your rent problem out."

He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a wad of hundred dollar bills. "Now I can't just give you an increase, or a promotion with more pay, otherwise Mrs Smith will wonder why an employee who was meant to be chastised was rewarded instead. So this is going to be our secret."

Looking at her with intense eyes he slowly, began to count off bills.

One hundred
"Talking of Secrets, one of our companies subsidiaries is a boutique called Her Secret."

Two hundred
"Now I am sure you have never bought from them,"

Three hundred
"As they are very pricey."

Four hundred
"That being said, I would prefer you didn't wear clothing from other stores."

Five hundred
"Or underwear at least."

Six hundred
"So how much would it cost me to buy all your underwear from you?"
 
Sarah jumped a little When Mr. Jones started talking again and she jumped once again after he walked around and spoke in her ear, making shivers go down her spine. What just happened? A guy made shivers go down her spine? She had maybe two boyfriends before and they did nothing to her. This guy though was making her want to follow every order. Then he stood up and walked back to the front and her eyes were glued to him. The shaking had even stopped, it was like him speaking in her ear had made calming pleasurable waves go over her, and Sarah didn't know what to do. For once all her stress seemed to go into the background, thought it was still there.

Then he said about punishment and Sarah gulped. "Are going to put me in a lower department as punishment?" The way he said it sounded personal but maybe Sarah was just reading it wrong, at least she hoped. Then he spoke of the rent problem and Sarah listened and then her eyes widened as he pulled out cash and then spoke again and Sarah nodded. Then he began to talk as he counted money and she just stared when he ended before finally speaking, her arms covering her chest and one leg going over the other. "M-my underwear? W-what is wrong with my underwear?" Sarah was stunned. What was wrong with her underwear? She did however bit her lip, she needed the money, but didn't want to be greedy. She would have to buy a lot of underwear if she sold it to this guy, so she decided to ask him a question, not wanting to give her underwear up. "Couldn't I just do like cleaning work or something for more money? Like washing toilets and scrubbing floors and windows instead?" Then she brought something up that miffed her. "Also I don't think you make all the other women wear that specific brand of underwear do you? So why should I have to?" It was clear Sarah was headstrong, even in her tired and stressed state.
 
Ryan could see that she would not easily be swayed, she might be desperate, but she was still thinking clearly. However he had still noted her reaction to his presence. Maybe he was wrong but he thought he detected a bit of hesitation.

"No my dear, I would not demote you, that would just but you into further problems. If you can't afford rent now, how would further reducing your salary, or increasing your stress levels with extra work help."

He was about to explain further when there was a knock on the door.

"Enter," he said loudly enough for the person on the other side to hear, as he slipped the dollar bills back into his pocket.

His secretary entered the office and laid a tray down on a table. She was an attractive woman with long blond hair, and while her blouse was by no means see through, it was obvious to see that she did not have a bra on. Just as the top showed a hint of cleavage, her skirt showed a ample amount of her long shapely legs. Bending over to set the tea out it was also obvious that her skirt was way too tight to wear any underwear, without obvious lines.

When the woman was done she turned and gave Sarah an assuring smile before turning to Mr Jones."Is there anything else sir?"

"Maybe get one of the expense cards ready, and make sure that the doorman at the company apartment is expecting a possible visitor."

The woman nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Ryan picked up one of the fragrant cups of tea and offered it to Sarah.

"To answer your question, no I don't insist that anyone dresses in any particular way, however some choose to do so because they know it makes me happy. They suspect that when the boss is happy then they get good increases or a bonus. My secretary for example knows that I like her long legs, so she chooses to wear elegant short skirts."

He waited till she took the cup before returning to lean against the desk.

"I also think you may have misunderstood me, the money I was offering you was not for you to replace your clothing, but rather to pay your overdue rent and get yourself back on your feet again. Giving you a loan would just be replacing one debt with another, so it was a financial transaction, I offered to buy your underwear, but you thought the deal wasn't worth it. Consider it a lesson in negotiations, you have something I want, but are not willing to part with it. Just like when another big conglomerate wants to purchase one of our companies and we don't want to sell, some things can't be bought for any amount of money."

His eyes stared down at her as he smirked, "and unfortunately your offer of menial tasks does not appeal to me. The thought of you on your hands and knees does not appeal to me," he grinned, "well on your hands and knees scrubbing floors does not."
 
Sarah thought her heart would beat out of her chest as Ryan spoke again and she silently cursed herself in her head. Sarah had known he probably wouldn't take it and now she blew her chance at the money. 'This is bad, why do I have to be so headstrong? Darn it.' Sarah stayed silent as he spoke but when the secretary came in, Sarah was so shocked that her hands went down and her legs uncrossed. That girl was not wearing a bra or underwear. Then Sarah heard Ryan speak and gulped. It seemed he still wanted her to get underwear from that certain place, though if Sarah didn't have to buy it, okay. She just wasn't interested in giving her, what were called granny underwear and bra's that just were for support, away. Even if she was a secretary who clearly wasn't wearing either.

Then Ryan picked up a cup and handed it to Sarah who was still a bit hesitant but took it. "Thank you, Sir." The only reason she was adding Sir, was he was a boss of her boss. She had to add the right title, it was simple manners. She did have a head, even though sometimes she was stupid. Sarah took a sip as Ryan spoke again and she bit her lip. 'Damn me and my stupid mouth and stubbornness. Now there is another month that I have to worry about.' Sarah cast her eyes down a little, averting her eyes from his now, wondering what she was going to do. Then he said her offer didn't appeal to him and she grimaced. Well she had already known that as he said earlier in different words. Sarah decided she would ask something. "I'm sorry, I just panicked, it's just what you asked, it's something no one has ever mentioned or asked before. I-is there anyway I can still do it at all? I am very sorry." Sarah was starting to panic again, the stress now to the front of her mind, as she began to breath a little bit more, sipping the tea to try and calm herself though. Knowing it probably wouldn't work but she had to try.
 
He couldn't help smile when she began to panic.

"Well I suppose we could start the negotiations again, but now I seem to be in the position of power."

"So how much would it cost me to buy all your underwear from you?" He grinned, "to have you go home and gather it all up and throw it away."

He slowly moved around her again, "and to replace it all with items from Her Secret, paid for at my expense." He bent down to whisper in her ear, "but you will have to send me pictures of everything you buy."

His lips almost brushed against her ear, "and every Friday, starting tomorrow, we will have a meeting in the morning, where you will wear no underwear. The rest of the week you can wear the finest silk and satin garments money can buy, but Friday will be our secret little day."
 
Sarah gulped as Ryan spoke again, shivering slightly. He sounded so sexy but also intimidating. Then he asked how much and since she didn't want to ask for too much she gave him the amount that would let her pay for what she was in debt for. Before she could speak though he circled around and whispered by her ear, making her eyes flutter a bit and she slumped slightly for about a minute as he spoke. She nodded when he said about taking pictures and finally she sat up straight, though it was hard with his lips right by her ear. One weakness of her was the whispering in her ear, it just made everything more sexy and made her want to give herself up. Then he spoke about no wearing underwear on Friday, which tomorrow was a Friday. Which meant she had no time to process this.... She had no choice though, she needed the money and while she was tempted to say no and that she wouldn't do this, it was wrong, she needed the money. "A-alright, I-I'll do this, and I want seven hundred. That will get me out of debt. Though does the no underwear have to start tomorrow? I-I haven't done anything like this before." What Sarah wasn't saying is to stay in the green without struggle, she would need more but she didn't want to be greedy. Also Sarah wasn't gonna say she still felt this was wrong as well.

Sarah did have a lot of underwear and bras though, enough to go two weeks without washing, though that meant she had half as many bras as underwear, but they were all the same. The white cotton underwear and the white bras that held her up, though the underwire left marks on her skin. She found though that other bras made her 36D breasts sag. Yes they were a little big but when she had weighed a little more she had even bigger ones. Now though they were a little smaller, but still stood out a bit on her frame. They were fake though. Sarah did wonder how she was going to find silk and satin underwear that actually held her up, thinking she probably wouldn't and sighed. Well she was going to make sure they fit her snugly though. She wondered though if Ryan would notice about her money thing, and actually hoped he didn't. Who knew what could happen, though he would probably just be happy she didn't ask for more. Sarah didn't know what she would do if he decided that was too much, though Sarah would take almost anything, just to get some of her debt payed off.
 
He chuckled softly, "so you are starting to negotiate it seems," reaching around he brushed her hair away from her ear and over her shoulder so he could get better access to her ear. "One thing you will learn about me," his lips brushed her flesh, "is I expect to be obeyed without question."

"But," he straightened and placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, "I am not cruel and am willing to negotiate."

Walking around her he returned to his desk and opened a drawer. "So let us see if I can sweeten the deal for you." Reaching in he pulled out a small purse which he placed on the desk. "Inside here is a lot more than 700 dollars, but you won't know exactly how much." He smiled at her, "also there is an electronic key for an apartment, the address is in the purse, which you will be able to use until you get your feet on the ground. That means you can pay off your outstanding rent and cancel your lease until you find a new place that is better and affordable once you have earned a promotion."

Before closing the drawer he withdrew a thick ruler, almost 2 feet long. He indicated to the purse with the ruler, "but you will have to accept your punishment with no questions or arguments."

He walked around the desk and looked down at her, a glint in his eye. Turning his hand over he brought the ruler down on his knuckles with a hard crack. He didn't flinch and looked at her intensely, "either that as punishment, or you bend over the desk like the good girl I know you are and I will only use my hand to punish you."

He leaned forward and rested his hands on the arms of the chair so he could look directly into her eyes, "one of those punishments will make your boss, me, very happy, the other will sadden me as unnecessary. So which will it be?"
 
Sarah still slightly shivered as Ryan talked in her ear. Why did he have to know her weak spot so soon? He even swept her hair back giving him better access! Grr, this was bad. If he didn't stop soon she was really gonna melt. Then though he squeezed her shoulder, which made her jump and her eyes have a hint of worry before he went to his desk. He said maybe he could sweeten it before he brought out a purse and Sarah blinked before listening to him. Now what was he gonna ask in return? Also he was saying till she found a better more affordable place. Of course it wasn't forever, now she had a new stress. Finding a new place as quickly as possible.

Then he said the but and Sarah stilled. Sarah now was close to hyperventilating again, flinching as he struck it against his hand. What he said next though, made a completely switching Sarah. Now she looked emotionless, and her body was so tense it was like it was steel at that point. She also spoke in an emotionless voice, almost like a robot, it was void of emotion. "Alright, I'll accept punishment, just please not the ruler." What made Sarah like this was the words "Make me your boss happy." So he was one of those people. People that enjoyed hurting other people. Yes he may have been upset that she screwed up but he probably enjoyed that he was gonna get to punish her. Yep, he was a sadist or whatever they were called. Not that it mattered right now, Sarah was hiding deep inside herself. Even though when he let her she would bend over the desk, eyes closed, waiting for it to be over as she hugged herself inside, and when he touched her he would notice she recoiled, like a cat or dog that had just been bit.
 
He straightened and stepped aside, already knowing which choice she had made. "Don't worry, it will not be as painful as you suspect," he placed the ruler down on the table, "you may even find my touch pleasurable."

He waited for her to bend over the table before he returned to the other side of the desk. Looking across the desk at her it was obvious for her to see he admired the view of her bending over and her weighty breasts almost touching the hard wood.

He smiled at her, "I see you have the same broblem as I do, quite well endowed, it makes wearing some swimming trunks a little embarrassing for me. Just as I am sure that not wearing underwear will worry you."

He thought for a bit, "so I will reward you for your obedience. Although you must still replace your underwear, with items I would find appealing, I don't expect you to not wear any on Friday. I would prefer you didn't but the choice is yours and there will be no repercussions for your decision."

He pressed the desk intercom to buzz his secretary.

"Yes sir," came her immediate answer.

"Please mark the company apartment as unavailable for," he looked at her, "...at least six months. Miss Bancroft will be renting it." He pushed the mute switch so the secretary would not be able to hear them. "Don't worry Sarah, you won't have to pay rent, I mean what I am about to do to you is worth at least six months free rent."

Unmuting the intercom he spoke to his secretary, "oh and please book me a table for two tonight at Giovanni's."

"Very well Sir."

He cut the call and turned to her, "now back to the task at hand."

He walked around the desk noting her eyes were closed anticipating the pain that was to follow.

Standing to the side of her he drew his hand back and brought it down on he backside, no harder than one would swat an insect crawling on their own skin. He noted her flinch, although the blow was so soft it would be hardly noticeable. But then he figured, she was expecting him to spank her hard, so she had anticipated it.

"I am not that cruel," he said before smacking her again, even softer this time, "especially to someone as beautiful as you."

This time his hand lingered on her backside, his fingers gently caressing her ever so softly.

He leaned down so his body was pressed over her and his lips were by her ear, "it is a pity you are not wearing a skirt. Otherwise I would lift it up and soothe your naked skin with my lips."
 
Sarah heard his words as she went over to the desk but she didn't respond, only inside speaking. 'Enjoy it? You wish mister. Don't think I didn't see those words on that purse you put out.' Sarah felt like saying I want to put the money and stuff in my own purse, but Sarah said nothing. Then Sarah heard about a problem of being well endowed and though in her usual state she would have nodded and said it was hard to find someone who didn't think they were fake, well right now she wasn't in that state. Though she was thankfully that he said she didn't have to wear no underwear on Friday and with her mind right now she didn't even feel like doing anything he said. She had to though. Anyway right now she was in a ball in her mind, anticipating the pain that she felt was gonna come. Sarah also heard him speak to his secretary, glad she had six months. Knowing though that after that she would have to find another place in that time limit. Sarah wasn't good at things like that though. Yes she was headstrong but she wasn't good at making decisions. She was good at taking orders. Yes she was good at job but that was because she liked to follow orders to the letter. It was just after all the stress she had been put under she was forgetting or messing up what people had said. That made mistakes happen.

Sarah was intently listening to Ryan though and almost flinched when he said "What I am about to do to you is worth six months of free rent." Sarah didn't flinch though, just dreading what was about to come worse. Then he was around her and then the smack came. Sarah flinched but her mind was confused. He didn't smack her hard... and then his words came and Sarah's eyes opened half way, her body still tense like steel. He could still smack her hard, and was just waiting for her to relax... Then he smacked her even softer and even as she tried to force it to stay tense her body slightly relaxed. The caressing didn't help her though and she whimpered, the sound coming through before she bit her own lip, trying to recoil herself back to inside her mind. Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear and Sarah couldn't help but come out, a few tears coming to her eyes. Not because of what he had done but because of what he could do. Sarah's head even went down, trying to hide her face from him. She was just so scared. His words though were like a caress to her though, and it was causing her relax even though she didn't want to. Now she waited for the spanking, her body betraying her as it responded to him and his words, something she had wanted to hide. Finally she spoke. "Why? Why couldn't you just leave me in my mind to ride it out? Why did you spank me so softly?" The reason for the second question was cause she felt that he only wanted her present and relaxed for when he smacked her harder, even though her body was accepting this her mind was not. Sarah may not be able to make decisions well but she was a skeptical person. She always feared the worst, like right now. Even though he had been relatively nice to her before this. Though Sarah in her mind was like 'Can't trust him, just met him today.' Even though her body had submitted to him.
 
"But why would I want to spank you hard?" His voice was as soft a caress as his fingers were. "You would not like that, that would not excite you." His hand continued to caress her backside, his fingers softly seeking the crease between her thighs, that was protected by her jeans and her closed legs.

"In fact that would only hurt you," he brushed his lips over the tender flesh of her neck, "when all I want to do is find the point where my every touch excites you as much as it excites me."

He rose of her body and moved around to stand directly behind her. "Next time you bend over my desk is because you are wearing something a bit more accessible and you want me to take you roughly."

Placing a hand on either hip he stepped close enough that she could feel his hard penis against her body.

"We need to find the point where you vulnerability excites you as much as it excites me. Where the anticipation of my hand is not feared as a painful smack but a firm caress."

"It has been a long time since a woman has aroused me as much as you can no doubt feel you have, and yes this was all a test, would you be willing to place yourself at my mercy."

He pressed his body against hers a little tighter, his finger grasping her hips harder.

"Yes I like being in control. I expect you to obey me at all times, but if I ever want anything you are not willing to give, you can say no. Do you have any questions or thoughts?,
 
Sarah was having a hard time now trying not to fall completely to him. Her mind, the part that resisted was growing fuzzy with his voice and caress, her eyes having that hint of desire and lust as he spoke. Then he had to brush his lips over her neck and she instantly arched, her legs spreading slightly before going to close again, her body starting to heat up. Then she felt him go off her body and the next thing she knew her had her hips and his penis was pressed against her. She also heard about more accessible, and knew she had to go in to her dreaded, second half of her closet. See one half was her comfortable lovely clothes that she felt perfect in. She wasn't noticeable and she liked that. The other part however......... not so much. It was filled with things that were modest but also would make her noticeable. She also felt in those close that she needed to make everything else perfect. Like her hair and legs. So instead she did casual clothes. Then as he spoke again, Sarah felt upset but also guilty. It had all been a test, and she had done horribly, at least she thought that. Ryan grasped her harder though, and it felt like he didn't want her to go as he spoke but Sarah answered.

"W-well, um it feels like my body naturally wants to open up and obey you and I don't know why, even as my mind has different opinions. It's like my body won't listen and I have no clue why. Why you know my weak spots that make my body succumb. Why your voice and caress feels so good. Why my body is eager to feel your touch. Just why?! I don't understand! You're the boss of my boss! This is so wrong!" Sarah shook as she spoke, her emotions overflowing as she slid her hands out, her breasts pressing against the desk, as did her head, so confused. Sarah didn't know what was happening to her.
 
He chuckled softly as he drew her back against him, "I am not your bosses boss, I actually own the company, so I make all the rules." He relaxed his grip on her hips slightly, "so there is nothing wrong with this. Besides is it wrong for two people who desire each other to explore that further."

"So if you have no questions I will explain to you what I desire." He leant down over her, pressing her body against the desk. "I desire you, all of you, whenever I want it."

He brushed her hair away fro her neck so he could explore it with his mouth. "You will obey me at all times, if I ask for something you will do it without question," he remembered her earlier fear, "unless it is something that you truly do not like."

"If you are in a relationship that is fine, however my needs come first. If it is your partners birthday and I want a blow job, you will see to my needs before going home to your loved one."

He moved down slowly kissing her spine through her blouse.

"For now I will not tell you how to dress, but you already know what I prefer. Sexy but classy and with your body that I desire easily accessible. In short, your mouth, pussy and...wait something tells me you would not be willing to offer your ass up to me. So your mouth and pussy are mine to do with as I wish, you backside only for light discipline as long as you consent."

When he reached the bottom of her blouse he lifted it up to expose her skin, "but I urge you to be brave, to explore your desires." He kissed the flesh on her small of her back, "because every act of obedience will earn you merit points, and when you have enough you will get that promotion you desire to get your life back on track."

"Who knows," he whispered against her skin, " I may even fall for you and then you will never want for anything."

He stood and stepped away from her, picking up his own tea cup he sipped quietly.

"So here is your last chance to object or negotiate to my terms."
 
Sarah was still shaking just slightly as Ryan spoke, gulping but listening. So he owned the company. Nice to know. This just made things more nerve wracking. Like if someone who wanted the boss for themselves decided to go after Sarah. That would be bad. Very bad. Sarah just listened as Ryan said his terms, knowing he wouldn't have to worry about a partner. Sarah wasn't a woman who wanted a boyfriend really too much. They always made things harder. Sarah's life was already hard enough as it was, but she had wanted commitment. The bad part of this guy was as sexy as he was and how much what he was doing to her enjoyable, one thing he said stuck out at the end. 'I MAY even fall for you', meaning he was just doing this for fun. When he sipped his tea Sarah's body went straight up and whirled on him. "I just have a few questions. One, do I have to keep the money in THAT" Sarah then pointed to the purse. "Or can I put it in my own purse. Second, why even do this stuff with me if you don't even have an inkling of love or anything like that? For all I know you could be sleeping with 20 women and I happen to have a moral standing of commitment. On that issue as well, I am not a toy you just play around with to get your desire out and then toss to the side when you are done with me!" Sarah was hot now, her hands clenched. One thing she hated, was people using other people and then tossing them to the side. She had seen it before. "I'm not one of your little lovers that you can use whenever you like for your own pleasure with the tiny impossible hope that you will "fall for" them." Sarah made little qoutes with those words. "Yes I need the money, and yes I will do as you ask, but don't give me hope or promises that are false and don't believe that just because your my boss my body is yours to do with as you please for no reason!" Sarah was heaving now, her body shaking, not just from fear but anger, tears at the edges of her eyes. If the situation had been just a little different, with Sarah not having experience with this thing before, maybe she would be like all the other little gullible girls. Sarah however knew how the world was and was a bit jaded when you got on her bad side. Unfortunately for the boss and Sarah both, he had.

Now though after ending her rant, Sarah slowly let her nails go out of her hands, and put them at her side, looking worn. "I won't be a victim to you or be swayed by you just for a place to live and money. I'm not something you buy." Sarah now leaned back against the desk, her top having slid down a bit but still showing her flat stomach, Sarah then pulled it down, her head down slightly as she took a breath. "If you really want to use me that much, until I find a place I guess I'll just be the toy you want, but after that. I will find another job." Sarah didn't look at Ryan, her head turned sideways, feeling bad about her rant but she was easily ticked. She didn't know it but she needed someone to reign her in. As a scorpio she felt like it truly fit her, only when she got angry. Cause she went to the extreme intensity when she did. Then felt bad afterwards and avoided contact with the person. Unfortunately she could not do that in this situation, having to face the effect of her rant.
 
He watched with a grin as she ranted about what she would do when she was back on her feet. He wondered how much of the threats were idle and how much she really meant. Would she resign after she had established herself a good position in the company, especially when she suspected that she was not the first woman he had wanted to use in this way. She she would realize that if a new girl came along she would no longer have to be his toy and she could take advantage of her newfound position to forge out a career. Unless she didn't want to be discarded, unless she wanted this to turn into a relationship. Maybe he would push to see the truth behind her fierce denials.

"You can keep the money wherever you want, we both know you already belong to me." He grinned, "I suspect a part of you wishes you were not wearing jeans now."

He moved towards her with self assurance, "you probably wished it would have been easy for me to slip my cock inside you."

He moved in front of her, standing close enough to pin her to the desk. She would be able to feel his rock hard member pressing against her stomach, with only their clothes separating the flesh.

She had turned her head away, perhaps ashamed at her outburst, he did not know, so he whispered against her cheek. "Tonight you will stop off at the boutique on the way home, it is close to your new apartment. You will buy something silky and sexy and when you get to your new home, you will find a cellphone there. The only number in it is my private cell, I guess you can figure out what to do from then. It should be a good distraction during my dinner."

His hands reached down to touch her hips, softly caressing them through the jeans. "Tonight I am going to come to your place, I also have a key to the apartment. I am going to tie you face down to the bed, you will see it is a four poster. Then using a pillow to prop your hips up and give me better access, I am going to fuck you."
 
Sarah didn't look at Ryan as he spoke, though was silently thankful she could keep the money and stuff in her own purse rather then that thing with those words but she did fume slightly as he said that she already belonged to him. 'No I don't. No matter what you think, I will never belong to you.' Though Sarah didn't say the words out loud it was clear in her eyes what she thought if Ryan looked in them. As Ryan walked closer Sarah stepped back, though with only one step she was up against the desk and soon enough with his steps she was pinned there but still didn't look at him. One thing though that Sarah tried to but couldn't deny is that he was right. Part of Sarah did want to be wearing a skirt so he could have access. The other part though did not. No matter how much he was her type on the outside and his way of being able to pinpoint her week spots called to her, he was a playboy. A person who thought he could have any girl he wanted and she would gladly let him and that he could toss them away when he was finished. Sarah though wanted commitment, and Ryan didn't. At least Sarah thought this. Especially by the way he said 'May fall for you.' It was true torture though, to try and not give into him. Sarah though was determined that she would not give her heart or her mind up to him. That wasn't going to happen.

Then he started whispering against her cheek and turned her head more away from him, trying to deny his presence and how he made her feel. Then he spoke and actually Sarah didn't know. He had said he wanted pictures but did he just want the pictures. Sarah was slightly confused and her mind on instinct wanted to find out exactly what he wanted but she stood with her head to the side still. Then he said about coming over and he had a key to the place too and she cursed in her head. Maybe she could get the lock changed or something? Though that would probably make him mad and then he would fire her and that would make matters worse. No matter how much she wanted to get out of this situation she couldn't yet. Not until she could find a better place and have enough saved up money to pay rent for a few months. Though maybe the few months could be changed into one month. Yeah...... this situation needed to be gotten out of as quickly as possible. Though Sarah knew once she got out she would already be in a better postion but Sarah wanted nothing to do with this man once she was stable financially. Then he said about tying her down and fucking her and Sarah was whimpering inside and chewed on the inside of her mouth slightly to keep from whimpering on the outside. That sounded really good, but no, even though Sarah might not have her virginity, because of a mistake in her past and that's why she knew what she liked she could not let this man know how he made her feel. She already felt humiliated but finally Sarah got her sharp tongue back and whipped her head around to face him, only to gulp slightly at their faces being so close together that Sarah automatically leaned back slightly. Sarah then spoke. "Actually I don't know what you mean. Yes you said you wanted me to take pictures but I don't know what you want. Is it that or do you want something more? Also I will get pictures but I'm not modelling them and showing them on me. Not happening. You will see them later anyway cause I don't have a say in the whole freaking matter." Though if the situation had been different with a commitment and him being her boyfriend and them having a trusting stable relationship Sarah wouldn't have cared. Actually she would be happy to do it. Though inside her heart was trying to deny this situation and be happy anyway. Sarah knew though that she couldn't give in. Not to this guy, not ever. So Sarah instead rebelled, to deny what she was feeling and knew. That he already had her in his gasp and if and when he let her go, she would break. Just like that time.... Sarah though pushed that though to the back of her mind as she stood there looking at Ryan with a defiant look, her eyes blazing, some of her personality back, since she had other problems besides her stress. At least it was one way to get past it.
 
He listened to her go on about how she would not model for him and it angered him slightly. Although he really had no say over what or what she did not do, she had committed herself to a certain course of action. He could not force her to dress for him or to even give in to his sexual desires, but she had consented in a way to obey him in return for financial gain.

When she had finished her little rant, he stared back at her, deciding how far he could push this girl and how much he would admit to her. He was sure she already felt she was not the only woman he desired, his attitude had already given that away, but that did not diminish his desire for her. He had already given her more concessions than any of his previous toys. She had already negotiated herself out of not wearing underwear, avoided getting punished with anything more than harmless play.

Maybe she had realized that she was not beholden to him, he could not force himself on her, or even physically harm her, those were illegal. As much as she seemed she had no choice she did, she could say no. But then maybe she wasn't as reluctant as she may protest. She had protested modeling for him, not the fact that he said he was going to use her body to relieve some tension later.

It was time to put her in her place, so he acted quickly and decisively, not giving her a chance to react. Reaching down he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her easily so she was seated on the edge of his desk. He kept in shape so it was not a hard task to accomplish, especially because he did not mind if his touch was not tender. Then as suddenly he moved his hands to her knees and pushed them apart, stepping between them and causing his hard cock to bump against her own, now better aligned, pussy.

Then as swiftly he pushed her down against the desk scattering her employee file to the floor before clamping his hand, firmly against her mouth to silence any surprised outbursts. He was strong and with his weight pressing down on her she would find it hard to break free.

"Now listen here young lady, I do not expect to be questioned or any disobedience from you. If I request pictures of you, you will send me those pictures, and you will smile. And although I was not implying anything else, if you want to excite me by touching yourself in those pictures or even making out with the shop assistant, I won't object. They will be for my eyes only and when you decide to end our relatioship they will be deleted."

He leaned down over her so his chest pressed lightly against her breasts, and his hard manhood pressed against her lower body.

"Now I am going to remove my hand and you will speak to me with proper respect, and just so there is no confusion I will tell you exactly what I expect and you can do the same. As the master, me first."

Looking intently in her eyes he removed his hand.

"I expect you to dress in a fashion that pleases me, although I will not dictate what you wear. As I have already hinted at, you will often be restrained, and on occasion gagged. I have also shown that I would like to use forms of punishment, like spanking to reinforce that I am in charge even though this seems to frighten you. Lastly I will make use of your body, for fucking, whenever and however I choose."

Pulling back a little he took the opportunity to openly admire her beauty.

"Now, calmly and with respect you can have your say, and remember that even if you decide to end this right now, the money I have given you and let's say one months free accommodation is already yours, no strings."
 
Sarah was still looking at Ryan with her eyes blazing with her intense anger when she felt him lift her and was surprised when he lifted her, not at how he did it, she was so light, not eating well did that to a person, but with the strength he did it. Sarah winced even slightly before she gasped as he pushed her knees apart and pressed against her before pushing her down on the desk and she stared wide eyed as his hand clamped over her mouth, an act that send her fear into overdrive before she steadied herself to hear him. As she heard him though she felt her anger against blazing, but this time it was as freezing as ice. Yeah Sarah had a problem with her emotions. Right now she was as cold as ice on the inside, her fear only making it worse as he talked. One thing she would have to talk to him about, but she kept herself still. She would listen even if a few things were impossible. Then as he said he would remove his hand and she would speak to him with proper respect her eyes showed inside, the frozen wasteland and she did nothing. Then once he did remove his hand she listened, her head to the side before he finished and she raised so she was sitting. "Alright, Sir." Ryan would be able to tell with those two words how icy she was now, almost like a complete opposite, but the same in how she raged. Just a little more calmly. "I will do as you say, mostly. I'll dress as you like, you can fuck me, but there is one thing, I just can't do it. It's just not in me. I really don't mean to be rude, this is not rebelling, I just can't because I don't love you and this isn't something I want to do. This is for survival." Sarah then looked Ryan straight in the eye, now as calm as anything, but her eyes were almost completely dead, a frozen wasteland, truly. "I just can't smile for you when taking pictures. How do you expect me to smile for someone I don't even have an inkling of love for or even like? I will respect you and if you really demand it, I will try my best Sir." Sarah now looked like she was itching to get away from Ryan, her head turned from him,her body recoiling. "However even though you have showed some qualities that sicken me, especially the need to punish women and use them as toys, I would like to think you wouldn't demand that I smile, just so you can in your mind think that I like it. Cause, and with the respect you demand, I don't like it Sir. At all. I'm doing this yes, but because I am in a situation where I have to. I do not like it however Sir. I'm not like other women you have used as toys in the past Sir. I have a mind and I speak it. I'm not going to look like I enjoy it when I don't. Of course if what you mean by saying there is the phone with your private cell you meant to model the pictures and send them I will, but it is almost impossible to smile, and I can't truly smile. I will do a fake smile, Sir, but a real smile, is impossible for me." Sarah recoiled even more now, bracing herself for the backlash, her emotions so much in turmoil she was about to shut down. Sarah hadn't done that since middle school when she had started having emotional problems, it's why she was how she was when she got so emotional. No matter how much Sarah wished she could change her response to things, she couldn't. It made for a broken person once you get on the inside and though Sarah hated it, Ryan had.

Sarah actually though, much to her annoyance had an inkling of desire for him, before he said his demands. Now that was squashed, well Sarah wished, it was locked in a box tightly now. After Sarah thought for a few moments she turned her head back to Ryan, her eyes still cold and leaned up and forward, her lips just an inch from his and she took the purse. Sarah now was looking into Ryan's eyes, her own showing just a hint of what could be considered as acceptance, maybe of her place, maybe of the full weight of the situation, maybe it was that he didn't care about her, well at least Sarah thought this, but Sarah gazed at him for about a minute before turning away, and going to the chair, her back to him with the purse, before turning towards him again. "So am I still forced to smile Master?" Sarah said the word with a blinding coldness and it was clear that right now she hated the word.
 
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he considered her question. If she looked closely enough she could see regret hidden behind his thoughtful consideration. She would have seen that her words did hurt him, not because she rebelled, but because her bitter words had stung. He had thought he had sensed a bit of excitement and arousal from her earlier, but it seemed to him now that he had been wrong

"No you don't have to force a smile, if you don't want to," a faint smile curved his lips, "in fact I will only take you from behind, so you don't have to hide your distaste for me." His smile broadened, "you know for a minute there I thought you were going to kiss me, and it excited me that you were going to show some affection without being commanded to."

He leaned back against his desk, "is there anything else you object to, don't hold back, be honest and straightforward as you have just been. Must I wear a condom? Objections to oral sex? Many people consider that very intimate and you may not wish to indulge in such with someone you despise."

He decide to offer a bit more honesty, "since I first became aware of you, and it was long before your boss brought up your slagging performance, I have wanted to fuck you." He sighed, "I will never do anything to you that you are truly against."
 
Sarah looked at Ryan, her mind wanting to shut down and just let her cry but she stood there and rebelled against the want. She needed to last long enough to get to the bathroom. Then she could cry. Sarah listened to Ryan speak though and kind of regretted how she reacted, but she pushed that thought to the side. No, she wasn't to blame. Then she heard his questions and her ice wanted to melt but she kept her frozen self up, as a shield. Sarah then listened as he said he had wanted to fuck her before this and Sarah was surprised, she had thought it had just been today. Sarah reminded herself that she was just a toy to him though. It didn't matter if he had wanted to fuck her before this, it wasn't the same as actually liked her. Sarah then spoke. "I have no other objections, just I hate pain and anal sex. You were right about the anal before. I hate pain as well though. May I go now?" Sarah kept her frozen stance as she spoke, trying to be calm and professional even though she didn't feel that way really.
 
He stepped up to her again, and gently fixed her hair that had got a little tousled in his pushing her to the desk. Even though her jeans were fine he took the opportunity to smooth them down, his hands lingering on her backside. He then fixed her blouse, seizing the chance to cup her breasts and get a good feel for the first time.

"You are free to leave if you want to, in fact you can have the rest of the day off," he stepped closer and gently took her face in his hands. "You may need to mentally and physically prepare yourself for when I visit. You are very beautiful, I am very aroused and I haven't had sex in a while."

Without warning he leaned down and gently placed his lips on hers. His kiss was short, pulling away before she could respond.

"Please pick something sexy, and send me the photo soon," he smiled, "you can scowl for all I care."
 
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