The Boss's Orders: Alpha Male Billionaire Office Romance (5 page)

T
he next morning
when I get dressed, I choose a simple black pencil skirt. A blue silk top. A white lacy bra. And no panties.

Per my boss’s orders.

Through the whole commute in to work, my legs shake. It feels so strange to be riding the train with no panties on. My skirt is long enough that I’m not worried about anyone else seeing, but it’s enough that I know. There is nothing separating my bare pussy from the world, nothing to stop me from spreading my legs and letting my hand wander to my hot core…

Even though no one can see up my skirt, I’m afraid they’ll be able to tell just by looking at my face how turned on I am. I concentrate on looking out the window and thinking about Mr. Godrich.

When I get to work, he’s already there. He summons me in to his office immediately.

When he closes the door behind me, my legs start to shake again.

“Claire, have you complied with your punishment today?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll have to check for myself, you know.”

I swallow. “Yes, sir.”

He stands beside me and trails his hand up my thigh, moving my skirt up as he does. When his hand touches my bare hip, I gasp. He is standing so close to me, studying my face, as his hand moves along my hip. When it comes around to the front, he splays his fingers across my belly and then slides his hand downwards. One finger slips down between my folds and I shudder.

His touch is nearly enough to put me over the edge, after everything else he’s put me through. My legs don’t want to support me anymore and I sag against him.

A ghost of a smile crosses his lips and he dips his hand lower, letting his fingers track through my slick wet heat. My body blazes under his touch.

Then he takes his hand away.

I almost cry out. I want so badly for him to keep touching me. Instead he takes a step backwards.

“Very good, Claire. But tomorrow you will wear a shorter skirt.”

* * *

T
he next day
I dress with Mr. Godrich’s orders in mind. Silk blouse. Lacy bra. And a skirt that goes to mid thigh. It’s not an inappropriate length — I’ve worn it to work before — but it feels much more scandalous without panties on.

When I get to the office, Mr. Godrich once again beckons me into his office and closes the door.

He comes over to inspect my attire.

“Lift your skirt,” he barks. I slowly move the fabric up over my hips until my naked ass and pussy are exposed. I wait for him to touch me, but this time he doesn’t. He just nods his approval.

“Tomorrow you will wear an even shorter skirt.”

“Yes, sir.”

* * *

T
he next day
I dig in my closet and find a short black skirt that I sometimes wear to go clubbing. It’s tight and stretchy, and comes down only about three inches below my ass. It covers just enough to be decent when I’m standing still, but with every step I can feel the threat of it riding up. I walk slowly and stand very still while I’m on the train, keeping my legs pressed together as much as I can. I feel as if every man on the train — and some of the women — are all staring at me.

At work, Mr. Godrich calls me in to his office. He’s seated behind his desk, working on some files that are spread out in front of him. He nods in approval at the skirt.

“Turn around.”

I turn around wordlessly, so that my back is facing him.

“Bend over.”

I hesitate. I know full well that bending over is going to put everything on full display for him.

“Claire! Don’t make me have to get up.”

“Yes, sir.” I bend over slowly. I’m so ashamed of myself for giving in to his orders … and ashamed of how much they turn me on. Once I’ve bent over I wait for his approval but he doesn’t say anything.

I stay in that position, bent over, with my naked ass and pussy visible to him. I can’t see him but I can hear him scribbling on the papers he was working on. Am I supposed to stand up now?

I start to rise but he barks out my name again. “Did I say you could stand up?”

I look over my shoulder at him. “No.”

“Then bend the fuck over. And spread those legs.”

I do as he says. I bend over and spread my legs even wider. He makes me stay like that for a whole minute, two minutes, three minutes. My pussy is so wet that I can feel it starting to dampen the insides of my thighs. I imagine him coming up behind me and plunging his finger inside of me from behind. Or even better, his cock.

But he just stays behind his desk, working.

After close to ten minutes, my legs are shaking and my pussy is quivering with red hot longing.

Finally, I hear him push his chair out. He comes to stand behind me. Right behind me. The fabric of his pants rubs against my spread pussy. I can feel how hard he is even through the pants. Oh God, I can’t believe how badly I want him to fuck me.

I still can’t believe I’m having these thoughts about my boss. Or that my boss is making me do these things in the first place.

Mr. Godrich puts his hands on my ass and pulls me back against him. I can feel his dick pressing harder against me, and I know I’m soaking the front of his pants.

We stand like that for a second and then he moves away.

“Very good, Claire, thank you.”

I stand up and my back clenches a little. My legs are still shaking and the blood that’s rushing to my face is only half due to being bent over for so long.

I stare into his eyes. Those dark blue eyes. It’s like falling into an ocean.

Deep and unfathomable.

I can’t read anything in his expression. I search his face for any sign of his intentions, his end game. But William Godrich has the ultimate poker face — he gives nothing away.

“That will be all, thank you.”

So I’m dismissed. I walk back out to my own desk, trying not to make it too obvious how much my legs are shaking. Part of me doesn’t even want to stop at my desk. Part of me wants to keep on walking, straight out of this office.

I know I won’t though. I sit down at my desk, cross my legs, and turn on my computer.

* * *

L
ater that afternoon
, Mr. Godrich drops a shopping bag on my desk. I don’t recognize the label on the front. It must be a store too expensive for me to shop at. You know the kind, where they look at you like you’re basically homeless if you aren’t carrying a five thousand dollar handbag.

“What’s this?” Part of me is afraid to touch it.

“Open it.”

He’s standing on the other side of my desk, waiting.

I open the bag and rummage through the layers of tissue paper. I pull out a small black band of fabric. I can’t even figure out what it is. Some kind of bandeau bra?

I look up at him questioningly.

“Since you do not seem to grasp what I’m telling you when I say to wear a shorter skirt, I thought I would save us both the trouble and pick one up for you.”

This is a skirt? I stretch it out between my hands. I could almost wear it as a headband. I look up at him and shock must be registered on my face.

“I expect to see you wearing that tomorrow.”

“I can’t wear this!”

“You can. And you will.”

* * *

T
he next morning
when I get dressed, I put on the skirt. With panties, it would be risqué. Without panties, it’s completely obscene.

I have to wear a coat over this. I can’t go on the train like this.

Yet … I know that going on the train like this is exactly what Mr. Godrich wants. And I know he’ll be disappointed in me if I show up to the office covered up in a trench coat.

So even though it makes me so nervous I might throw up, I go to work without a coat.

The train ride seems to take forever. Men all over the train are staring at me. There are no empty seats so I’m forced to stand, and I’m pretty sure that the bottom curve of my ass cheek is visible under the skirt. The man sitting on the seat in front of where I’m standing keeps sneaking glances over at me, and I can only imagine what the view is from there.

And even though it’s humiliating and wrong and dirty … I can’t deny how turned on I am by it.

How much I enjoy obeying Mr. Godrich’s orders.

While I’m riding the train, I think about my new predicament. I never would have considered myself submissive before. But then, I’d never met a man like William Godrich before. A man so powerful and in control of himself. A man so dominant and domineering.

It made me want to give up control, to put my autonomy in his devilish hands.

It made me want to do everything he said.

Everything.

And that’s exactly why I was riding the train to work without any panties this morning. And why I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen once I actually got to the office.

C
laire comes
in and she’s wearing the skirt I bought her. No coat either, which impresses me. The skirt truly leaves nothing to the imagination, so I give her full points for having the guts to wear it. She’s even wearing a pair of fuck-me heels that make her legs look even longer — and make the skirt look even shorter. I knew I chose well with her.

I summon her into my office and she hops in quickly, like an eager little bunny.

“You look lovely today, Claire.”

“Thank you, sir.” She blushes. Fuck. It still kills me when she calls me sir. That word on her pretty pink lips.

“I have some tasks for you today.”

“Oh?” Her expression is hopeful, and I almost smile.

I dump a huge stack of file folders on the floor in front of her. Papers fly everywhere.

“These need to be filed. In the cabinets there.” I point behind her.

“Alright.” I can tell she’s disappointed but she maintains her professional smile.

Fuck, I love being the boss.

She reaches down to pick up one of the file folders and realizes she can’t bend over without completely exposing herself. She tries to awkwardly crouch down while holding the skirt in place, but she quickly figures out that isn’t going to work.

So Claire, my clever little girl, gets down on her knees to gather all the folders.

Mmm, I like her in this position. I sit at my desk and lean back as I drink in the view of her crawling on my carpet on her hands and knees. I think about giving in then, just unleashing my thick cock and shoving it right into her wet little mouth. Maybe I will in a little bit. For now, I’m impressed enough with her ingenuity to let her finish the task I’ve assigned her.

I pretend to work on emails for a bit but I really can’t bring myself to do anything but watch the show she’s putting on. She’s put all the folders in a pile now and she manages to stand up with an armful of them without showing off too much of her pussy. I see a little peek of pink in there though, and it’s just enough to drive me to distraction. Fuck, that’s a sweet little peach. I’d love to nibble on that and let all those sweet juices run right down my face.

She starts filing the folders in the cabinet I pointed her to. When she finds things that need to go in the bottom drawer, she bends over quickly, stuffing them in and then standing back up and smoothing down her skirt. I still get a peek of her pussy every time though, and every time my dick gets harder.

I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to wait before I have to fuck this girl. How did I get lucky enough to stumble across her that day at Prescott & Bailey? She is a gorgeous wonder, so fucking sweet and sexy and smart.

I shake my head. I’m getting downright sappy here, and there’s a naked pussy that needs some of my attention.

When Claire finishes with her filing, she turns to me. She’s waiting for my direction.

I stand up from behind my desk.

“You did very well, Claire.” She looks happy. Damn, I love how much she wants to please me. But I can’t hold back anymore. I need a taste.

“I did, however, notice you tried to keep your pussy hidden from me. That wasn’t very nice of you.”

She looks down at the ground.

“Come here.”

Claire takes a few tentative steps towards me. I pick my laptop off my desk and move aside the contracts I was working on.

“Sit.”

Claire looks down at the desk, hesitating.

“Sit your ass down, Claire.”

She hops up lightly onto the desk and crosses her ankles and I chuckle.

“Spread your legs.”

She hesitates again.

“I said spread them.”

She slowly moves her knees apart.

“Wider.”

Her pussy is on full display for me now. I take in the glorious sight of it —pink, ruffled, and slick and shiny with her juices.

“I’m going to make you come now, Claire.”

“Yes, sir.”

I lose my mind a little bit then. I lean over her and force her onto her back. Then I grab her wrists and pin them up over with her head. With my other hand I reach down to her hot, slick pussy.

She squirms under me as I flick my finger across her clit. I move my fingers up and down her folds, finding her hole and running my finger just along the edge of her.

I’m leaning over her and I know she can feel my rock hard dick. I can’t wait to make her take it for real, but today it’s just about her. I lean over her and force my tongue into her mouth. She takes me submissively, letting me invade her mouth just as down below my hand is invading her most intimate place.

She is moving against me, writhing with pleasure. I plunge one finger deep inside her, and then I add another one. I flick my fingers up in a way that makes her whole body quiver.

In just a few seconds I feel her pussy start to clench around my fingers. I keep her arms pinned over her head as she comes all over my hand. Her face twists into something that looks like a cross between pleasure and agony.

It’s so fucking hot. I already know I need to see it again.

Damn, I’m in trouble with this one.

I take my hand away from her pussy and slide my big leather executive chair over so that I can sit, then I lean in and bury my face between her legs.

Her back arches as soon as my tongue touches her still sensitive clit, but I hold her down so she can’t squirm too much.

I run my tongue around her little nub in slow lazy circles, and when she gets a little bit used to that I harden my tongue and flick it back and forth. I can hear the hottest fucking little mewling noises coming out of her mouth as she wriggles around on the slick mahogany of my desk.

I run my tongue up and down her slit, taking in as much of her sweet juices as I can. She tastes like the fruit that tempted Adam and Eve into original sin, and I want to get fucking lost in it.

I fuck my tongue in and out of her, stopping every once in awhile to suck her clit in between my lips. She tastes so soft, so sweet, and when she comes over my mouth, I lick up every bit of her juices. I feel like I could survive an eternity on this woman.

After she’s come a second time, I stand up. I have to get her out of here before I lose myself forever.

“Thank you, Claire. That will be all.”

She struggles to pull herself up, to catch her breath. To clean herself up, at least a little, before she walks back out to her own desk. I stand there, feigning impatience, waiting for her to get going, even though what I want is to pull her down on the floor and fuck her fast and hard.

“I have a meeting now,” I tell her. “I expect you to be finished with this filing by the time I get back.”

I don’t wait around to see the expression on her face. I stride out of the office. Once I’m out of view, I pause and try to catch my breath. Jesus. This girl might just be the death of me.