Two days later Gael came into my office. She was dressed well, as usual, in a one-piece red dress, tight but not too tight, the neck opened in a V shape which hinted every so teasingly at her full, round breasts. She looked hot but still modest enough to appeal to the imagination. That is good, that is how you want a woman to dress. Gael had the sort of class you might find from a woman in a Hitchcock movie: lovely but dangerous. Yes, she was my type of woman.

“Here.” I handed her a short document of three pages. “I had a new contract drawn up, outlining the conditions of your personal assistant job.”

Gael looked at the pages, thumbed through them, and her mouth opened as a dumbfounded expression overcame her face.

“What is this?” She looked at me and then back at the papers. “This cannot be right. There must be some mistake.”

“If you are talking about the salary, Gael, no, there is no mistake.”

She looked at me again, shaking her head. “This can’t be…this is…seven figures….”

 I was drinking my morning coffee and took a sip. “No, that is right Gael. We will start you out at seven figures, and if you do your job well, there will be plenty of room for advancement. Eight figures. Even nine. You never know. For those with the knowhow, get go, and drive to succeed, we do make a lot of money in this business.”

She stared quietly at the document for at least a minute. I took another sip of my coffee. She exhaled deeply. “Damn, I will be making so much more than my husband…” She said softly to herself, then laughed.

I looked at her coldly over my coffee mug. “Well, I hope that will not be an issue, Gael. You know I am going to need your complete devotion to this position.”

“Nope.” She signed the paper with a quick stroke of the pen, sharp and decisive. Gael was one of those girls who showed her pleasure in a situation by acting firmly. She knew when she wanted something, and clearly, she wanted this job.

I took the contract from her and placed it in my files. “Good.”

Gael stood before me with that look on her face, that look of a girl who wanted something but was slightly afraid to ask. But she did ask. “Anything else?”

“Actually, Gael there is.” I opened a drawer of my desk and pulled out a small, black box covered in felt. “Now that you are my personal assistant, this is for you.”

Gael, a confused look on her face, tentatively took the box, stared at it for a moment, then opened it and gasped. “Oh my god…” She smiled a big and lovely smile, and when she did her full, red lips glistened. Her mouth was exquisite.

“Go ahead, Gael, take it…”

“Oh, I can’t, really…”

“Take it Gael. It is yours.”

“No, really, I can’t…this is too much…”

I raised my voice a bit, not too much, but just enough to assert my authority and control over her. “Take it Gael. Take it and wear it. This is now part of your employment. You just signed the contract and I am now telling you to do this.”

“Well, if you put it that way, and I guess if I have to…” she softly laughed. I liked that laugh of hers, and she was beginning to laugh that way more and more.

“Oh, this is so beautiful….”, she quietly said as she lifted a necklace from the box, a Tiffany necklace made of pure gold, with a South Sea pearl pendant.  She delicately touched it, mesmerized by its simple but exotic beauty. The small, milky white pearl glistened in the sharp rays of the morning sun that came through my window. It was worth at least ten grand.

She looked at me. “But…but I am not sure what my husband might think when he sees me with this…”

I stood up from my desk. “Do you think he will really notice. I’m sure you already have a lot of necklaces. Men don’t notice these things. And if he does ask, just make something up. Tell him that you found it in an old box of family heirlooms. I really don’t care.” I walked over, took the necklace from her hand, and stood behind her. “Besides,” I said as I unclasped it, “you are only to wear it here, in my presence, at work, or if you are with me outside of work. No one will know its true value except us. It is really meant for special occasions.” I then put it around her neck and clasped the tiny pin on the back. “And there will be lots of special occasions for us, Gael. You see, I enjoy seeing a pretty necklace on a girl, especially a girl as beautiful as you Gael. You have the perfect contour of neck and shoulders for a piece like this.” I ran my hands along her shoulders as she delicately touched the pearl pendent with the tips of her fingers.

“Oh, I have never worn something this wonderful before…this…oh, it must be quite expensive…”

“I treat my assistants well.” I stood close behind her and turned her towards a small mirror on the wall. “See how this looks on you, how lovely it appears…” I kissed her left shoulder. She softly moaned. “You see Gael,” I whispered in her ear, “you and I are going to have a routine, a routine at work that you must adhere to as my personal assistant. Now that you have signed the document, it is all legal and binding. So you must do what is in the document. And there are many little details in that document that were drafted just for you.”

She turned her head and kissed me. “Oh, but I did not even bother to read the fine details.” She laughed.  “I really didn’t want to.”

“No? Well, it does not matter. You will learn them all from me, eventually, and you will obey me, totally obey me as my assistant.” I ran my hands up her hips and over her breasts. “Understood?”

“ Yes…”

I kissed her neck. “Now, there will be many assignments for you. And you must do them all.  And you must do them without question or complaining. And if you do them all to my exact specifications, and please me, then there will be many, many rewards for you.” I ran my hand up under her dress, delicately tracing my fingers up her smooth, soft thigh.

“Oh yes, I understand…”

I quickly pulled my hand out from under her dress and slapped her ass, hard. I felt the sting on my palm as I did, which meant she felt it that much harder. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir, yes…SIR…”

“Good girl.” I put my hand back under her dress and kissed her neck, softly and gently, especially the back, letting her feel the warmth of my breath on her delicate skin.

“Oh god, I love it when you kiss the back of my neck like that…”

I let my lips linger on her skin. “Yes, there will be many rewards for you, my dear.”

“Yes…I want your rewards, sir…”

And when I touched the outer edges of her lacy panties between her thighs, they were already drenched. “Yes, you are a good girl, aren’t you Gael.”

“Yes, I will be a good girl for you, sir, I promise.”

“But you know Gael,” I said as I pressed my fingers more firmly into her panties, “there might be one problem here.”

“What?” She raised her voice in concern. “No, there will be no problems. I promise.”

I reached under the elastic of her panties to touch her, now so wet with excitement. She let out a slight sigh, soft and sensuous. “Yes Gael, there is something you must consider as we move forward.”

She closed her eyes and faintly moaned, “What…what could that be…sir….”

“Well Gael,” I said as I pulled my hand out from under her dress, guided her towards my desk, bent her over, lifted her dress, and slowly pulled down her lacy black panties. “You see Gael…” I stood next to her, admiring her lovely, smooth ass, running the palms of my hands all over it, delighting in her skin, before I bent over and began kissing the back of her thighs. “You see Gael,” I said between my kisses and caresses, “you will now be making so much more than your husband, and no man likes it when his wife is making more than him. He feels emasculated. This can often cause marital problems.” As I moved my lips up her thighs she spread her legs a little bit to give me better access to that part of her I wanted to kiss and taste and pleasure the most. “Yes, Gael, that might be problem.”

 When I reached her most precious place with my kisses, her lovely vagina, she gasped and cried out, “No, sir, this will not be a problem…no…”

“Mmmmm….I hope not Gael.” I buried my face in her, loving the feel of her hot, wet sex. Her aroma was wonderful. “I love the way you taste Gael. A good girl like you always tastes so good.” I put two fingers in her. “Yes Gael, a good girl of mine will get all special rewards like you have gotten today. Like the one you are getting right now.”

“Oh god, you are sooo good at this….this kind of reward…I love it…oh, no one has ever….”

“Yes, Gael, lots of pleasurable rewards for a good female employee of mine….”

She exhaled deeply when she felt my tongue enter her. “Yes, I like rewards. I’m a spoiled bitch you know….”

I stood up behind her and raised my voice with that air of authority, that air of authority I know touches her in certain ways and certain places. “But there is this potential problem. As I said, if this salary thing should become a problem between you and your husband, Gael, we will have to take certain measures to solve this problem, but we should not even let that become a problem, now should we?”

“Oh yes, no sir, no we won’t…” 

“And if this should arise, do you have any suggestions on how we might solve this problem?” I unzipped my pants. My hard penis delighted in its freedom as Gael’s lovely and glistening vagina, while she was bent over my desk, her legs slightly spread, her dressed hiked up, her panties halfway down her thighs, was now inviting me inside of her.

“Well sir, I think you will just have to punish me…”

I rubbed the head of my penis as against her sopping lips. “And do you have any punishments in mind?”

“You will just have to fuck me!”

“You are indeed starting to earn your salary, aren’t you, Gael.” And with that I entered her, slowly pushing myself inside her, as she gasped and moaned and pushed herself towards me, and we started fucking. It was a hard and fast fuck, the thrusting not gentle and loving, but powerful and authoritative and ultimately to the point and getting right down to business: her submission to me.

“This is how I fuck my personal assistant Gael. In my office this how I will make you earn your new, exorbitant salary.”

“Oh God, yes, I need to earn it….”

“I am giving you a lot of money Gael, so you need to be a good employee….”

Her breathing became more labored. “Give it to me. All of it. Oh yes, I will earn it, I promise…I will…oh god, fuck me harder please…”

“You liked to get fucked nice and hard, don’t you Gael?” I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me as I pounded her.

“Yes, I love it. I am bad. I need to be punished. Hard. I need to earn my pay….”

I reached around a grabbed her breast and put my hand around her neck. “And if your pay becomes a problem at home?” I halted for a moment, letting her feel the fullness of me inside her.

“There will not be a problem…no…”

“But if there is a problem Gael, whose girl are you?” I moved slowly now, pulling myself all the way out, and, once again teasing her lips with the head of my cock, I asked her again, “If there is a problem, whose girl are you now. Who is your master?” 

“Yours, sir, I am yours…

“Good.” I then thrust my penis back inside her. Hard and without mercy.

She screamed and grabbed the corners of the desk. “Oh god, yes, I am all yours sir…all yours….”

I resumed the vigorous thrusting, deep and powerful and even violent.

“That is the right answer Gael. Yes, you are now my girl. I own you.”

“OHHHH YES….yes….SIR…please own me….”

“And what do you want right now, Gael….”

“Fuck me, hard…as hard as you can…I am bad…” Her panting became heavier and heavier, her words almost incomprehensible as she struggled to mouth them while undergoing such intense pleasure. “Oh god…I am a married woman fucking my boss…I need to be punished and disciplined…oh I love it…”

“And you need to earn your salary, don’t you Gael?”

“Yes…every cent….every fucking cent…with every fucking thrust of your wonderful cock…”

I gripped her hips with all my might, and pulled her into me, thrusting into her, filling her with my whole cock, letting her feel the power to which she was now completely submitting. Although her hair was in a bun, I grabbed it and yanked her back towards me, and when she screamed in waves of pleasure, I covered her mouth, and then her whole face with my large strong hands, muffling her, nearly suffocating her, and when I did so she opened her mouth, eagerly trying to bite my fingers, and licking them with her tongue.

“Yes, my dear, you are now my personal assistant, you are mine, aren’t you.”

“Oh yes, I am, yes…and…” she turned her head back a bit to look at me, “I want you to come inside me…I want all of you…..”

“What? You want me to come inside you? I did not hear a ‘please sir’…” I violently slapped her ass. “I just don’t come inside any girl, Gael.”

“I’m sorry….no…please, please sir, give it to me…I want it…I need it…I need you, sir….”

“Beg.” I pushed deep inside her and stopped. “Beg now or nothing happens.”

“I am begging you, sir…pleassssse….a bad girl like Gael needs to be filled with all of your masculine essence.” Her head was firmly planted on my desk, her eyes closed, her mouth trying to take in as much breath as possible. She seemed almost delirious.  “I beg you, good sir, my boss, my master…please….to come inside me…”

“Good girl….and now…your reward…”

And with a few more thrusts I let myself go, and let that sweet pleasure flow out of me, releasing the tension I had been holding back, waiting for the right time to let it go, as she begged me to come, and I exploded inside her, filling her with a massive load of hot semen, my cock throbbing over and over again as she shuttered and bucked her hips and moaned and screamed in what was our mutual orgasm, “Ohhhhh…..god yes….I’m all yours, good sir….”

Once finished, I pulled out and bent over her and kissed the back of her neck and whispered in her ear, “Yes, Gael, you have been a good girl today, this, your first day on the job as my personal assistant. I now own you. You belong to me.”

And as I stood up and began to buckle my pants Gael quickly turned around and got on her knees in front of me. I was surprised.

“Oh not yet, sir….a good personal assistant will make sure her big boss is ready for the day. Let me clean you up. Please sir, may I. Do I have permission?”

“Yes, my dear, you have permission.” And with that Gael lovingly took my still hard member into her hand and licked and sucked the cocktail of all our sex from it until I was completely clean. She then took a tissue from the desk and wiped me off. She stood up and buckled my pants, straightening them out while kissing me on the cheek. “There you go, sir, you are now ready for the day.” She then smoothed out my tie, touching my shirt gently with her fingers. Her voice was soft and nurturing as she stood close to me. “Is there anything else I can do for you today?” She pulled her panties up and fixed her dress.

I slapped her ass. “Not now, dear. I need to make an early morning call to Paris. We have some business to do there.”

“Oh, Paris, how lovely! I went there one summer during college. I loved it! I do so want to go back.”

“Well, perhaps you will Gael, perhaps you will. But right now we have other business to attend to.”

“Well then, I better get to work, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, you should. I am expecting important things from you, Gael.”

“I promise I won’t let you down, sir. Gael turned to leave the room.

“Oh, I have one more thing for you, Gael.”

She turned towards me, a sweet smile on her face. “Oh, what might that be?”

I reached under my desk and pulled out a bright blue bag. “Here, this is for you. A little something else, now that you have officially started your new job as my assistant, and your first day is off to a great start.”

Gael walked over to the desk and took the bag. “Another present! Oh, I love presents!” This time, without hesitation, she reached in and found small white box wrapped in a blue bow, unwrapped it, and pulled out an 18k gold, mini bead bracelet with a little heart shape, turquoise colored tag. Her eyes lit up. “Oh my, this is also beautiful! Thank you, thank you, sir!” Putting the bracelet on, she leaned across and kissed me.

“Yes, Gael, there will be many gifts for you, now that you are officially my personal assistant. Now, unlike the pearl pendant, I want you to always wear this one, as a sign of my ownership of you. Do not to take it off, except when you bathe or do some other activity that might jeopardize it. As I said, you now belong to me. Do not lose it, ever.”

She ran her fingers over it, all around her wrist. “Yes, do not worry sir, I will wear this every day. I will protect it very jealously.”

“And when your husband sees it…and this one he will probably notice since you will be wearing it every day, when he asks you about it, what will you say?”

Without hesitation she answered, cocking her head to one side and looking up with her eyes, like a child imagining something: “ ‘Oh honey, what? What is this? Oh, I just I bought it on a whim.’ I will then giggle. My giggles always work on him. And he knows I act on whims!” She laughed.

I smiled and walked back to my desk, sitting on my plush, dark brown leather chair. I leaned back. “Good. I have many plans for you Gael, many things that you will need to do as my assistant, and as you know, I am very demanding. You will need to do each one, each task I assign you. And I am assigning you these tasks because I have complete confidence that you will perform your duties beyond and above my expectations. Don’t forget. All this is now official. You signed a legally binding document.”

“Yes sir, I want to do this. I really do.”

“Good. There will be a routine for you as my assistant. I like a daily routine. It is through a routine that this business functions most smoothly. What this routine will be, well, that will be slowly revealed to you, but only as you succeed in each step of your training. I am also giving you the freedom to add what might work, but only with my approval, if what you add works. My personal assistant is a serious position. It is a system, iron clad, tested, and successful. It works. So if you fail me, your life here, your position in this company, will be terminated. But I know you will not fail, I have confidence in you. Still, I must say to you as I say to all those who come into my orbit: do not disappoint me.”

A serious look came over her face. “No, no sir, I will not disappoint you, I promise.”

“Good.” I picked up my phone to call Paris. It was now the afternoon there, and my associates were waiting to hear from me. “That is all for today, Gael. We will be in touch.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Gael walked out, now prim and proper and very professional, and as she did, like normal, I enjoyed the sight of her lovely ass, even though I had just delighted in such a secret carnal knowledge of her. “Yes, Gael,” I mumbled to myself as I pressed the numbers on my exotic old phone, “there will be many, many new tasks for you, and some of those, well, you can’t even imagine. No Gael, the things I have in store for you…”

I turned around on my chair and looked out my big office window, listening to the ring on the other end of the phone, watching the world outside slowly coming to life, as the sun began spreading its bright morning rays everywhere, creating a new day with all a new day’s opportunities, expectations, and surprises.

I listened to the ring on the other end. Someone picked up. It was Jacques, an old friend.

“And when your husband learns of how much you are making, and how you have now so utterly diminished him in favor of your new job, and your new boss, yes, oh yes Gael, you will be earning your salary, every day, and every cent after every cent…”

I laughed. “Oh no, Jacques, I was just talking to someone here in the office. Disregard all that. Let’s get down to business.”

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