Despite my first forays into the world of Gael’s sexuality, she returned to her normal bitchy self the next day. In fact, she refused to even talk to me. We passed in the hall, and I greeted her, and she just looked down and kept walking. I knew this was a game of hers though. If she really thought she could get away with that sort of behavior, and still maintain her job, she would not be doing that. She knew as far as her employment went, I did have complete control over her.
But the control I wanted went far beyond the job.
The weekend came and went, and by the middle of next week Gael and I crossed paths. I had been out of town on a business meeting, and it was Wednesday when I returned to the office. I called her in at noon.
When she arrived, I noticed she was wearing a light blue shirt and an beige skirt. Her hair was in a ponytail. Again, she had an almost conservative look about her, like she was at a soda fountain in some 1950’s musical. I noticed her hair seemed a bit lighter that day.
“What, did you dye your hair a little bit. As I recall, it was a much deeper brown before…”
“Before what? What business is that of yours. My hair is my business, and has nothing to do with my employment here.”
I looked at her and smiled. “Sure Gael. That is only appropriate.”
She stood there and stared at me. The glare in her eyes was somewhat ferocious. That is good, because I knew behind those bright blue eyes was a storm of emotional turmoil. That is what was needed, for her to feel something intense, for the breaking to proceed.
“Anything else? Is that what you called me in here for, to comment on my hair?” Her bitchiness was on full display. I could feel the tension.
“Yes, meet me at 5 tonight. I see that you sent me a memo saying you had completed everything, and I have read what you finished. Good work. So now we need to go over a few items on your report. It needs to be tidied up before we publish the results. The board members are going to want some concrete information.”
“Five?” She gave me an incredulous look. “For Christ’s sake I have to meet my husband for dinner at six. We had plans to go out. I will never be able to get home in time for that.”
“Call him. Tell him you will be late.”
She stared at me, hip held out to one side, arms crossed across her chest.
“Do it.” I said calmly.
“Fine!” She turned around and marched away. I enjoyed, once again, the sight of her lovely ass beneath her beige skirt as she walked away.
The next few hours passed quickly and when the appointed time came, Gael arrived at my office. This time she was five minutes early.
“Thanks for making it tonight. Have a seat at the table.”
As Gael sat down, I stood up from my desk, reading something from a folder and walked over to towards her. I busy reading when I noticed something from the top of my eyes.
Gael was distracted. She was looking again at my slacks, right below the belt.
“Everything ok?”
I was wearing a grey suit, well tailored, with a white oxford shirt and light blue tie. I had taken my coat off, and my gold cufflinks shone in the late afternoon light of my office. Dressing well has always been important for me. A man should always dress well. I had just bought a new pair well fitting, leather shoes.
Her eyes darted up and down a few times, looking at my slacks, glancing at the groin area, and then looking at my eyes. She quickly batted her lashes as she did, inadvertently, as if she was trying to take in the entire vision. Her eyes sparkled.
I smiled. “We need to concentrate now, don’t we, Gael?”
She cleared her throat and opened her folder. “Yes, yes we do.” In an instant she became almost prim and proper and very professional.
“It is good that you are being so professional today Gael. After all, last time, well you know…” I laughed quietly.
She gave me a cold look. “I don’t know anything. What are you talking about?”
I touched her hair. “I do like what you are doing with your hair. Interesting.”
She slapped my hand away. “What the fuck. Don’t touch my hair.”
“Oh really…” I ran my hand along her hair, smooth and sleek because of the ponytail, and down the back of her neck. “Well, you know Gael, you are quite lovely. And you do have lovely hair.”
She let out a slight sigh and relaxed her shoulders. This time she did not slap away my hand. “Thank you…”
I ran my hand through her ponytail and dangled it in a playful way. I like being playful with a woman. “You know, sometimes a woman will change her hair color when something significant has happened. Sort of a sign of a change in her.”
“What?” She looked at me sharply. “I added a bit of dye because I wanted to. That’s all.”
“I see”. I walked back and sat on the front of my desk. “Well, why don’t we talk about the report. This time everything looks good.”
We spent the next half hour discussing a few items. I noticed that Gael was looking at her watch occasionally, and seemed a bit fidgety.
“I hope your husband does not mind that you had to stay late again.”
She moved a paper. “Well, again, it was an inconvenience.”
“It is good he is so understanding. That always makes for a good marriage”
“Look, lets not talk about my personal life, or my marriage, or anything else that has to do with Rick…I mean my husband.”
“Of course.”
We spent a few more minutes discussing the report. Gael’s fidgety nature only seemed to increase. “How much longer do we need to do this?” Her tone was once again inappropriately imperious. I put down my folder.
“We are done Gael.” I pushed my papers aside on my desk, and walked towards the door. I closed it, and turned the latch. When Gael heard the clicking sound of the lock, she turned her head. I walked back and stood in front of her. “Almost done.”
“What do you mean almost done? Either we are done or not and I can finally get out of here and go home.”
I sat on the front of my desk and stared at her. I said nothing. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders as if to say “What the fuck?”
“You know, Gael, you are making progress here. But you still have this attitude. And I do not like attitude. Perhaps you can act that way at home, with your relatives, your friends, or your husband, but not with me. I am a man of a completely different caliber. And I really don’t think you quite understand that. At least not yet.”
She said nothing. I walked towards her and I once again noticed how her eyes glanced down at my crotch. I pulled out a chair from the conference table. “There are some things you just need to learn. And one of those things you need to learn is when to keep your mouth shut. I touched her neck, and then gripped it, and gently wrapped my strong hand around her delicate flesh. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Do you understand?”
She said nothing.
I squeezed just a bit, not too hard, but in a way that made the point of my control over her. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I ran my fingers over her cheek and her hair.
She looked up at me, quickly, a surprising look. “Kiss me.” Her eyes were sparking again. “Please, kiss me.”
I walked away and sat on the top of my desk again. “No. You need to earn that. You have not earned that yet.”
“What…I don’t understand…”
“Sit in the conference chair.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Sit.”
“Why can’t I just stay in this chair?”
“You ask too many damn questions. Now, just sit in that chair.”
Gael raised her voice. “But why?”
“Because I told you to. That’s why.”
She moaned like a brat. “Oh God, you are so fucking impossible…” She quickly stoop up and then sat in the new chair, both hands on the arm rests, her legs a bit open, as was her mouth. She had the look of an immature girl who had just been told she was not getting supper.
“Now I am going to ask some questions, and you are going to listen and answer. Do you understand?”
“No. I don’t understand. I don’t even know why the fuck I am doing this. Who the hell are you?”
“I am the man who controls your life, right now Gael. And you know I control your life, because you know that by becoming my personal assistant, you will make so much money that you will never have to worry again about anything. And you will also learn more about this industry than you can even imagine. And you will learn other things too. There is no other place where you can learn these things. Sure, you can try to find another job, which will be almost impossible with a bad reference from me, but even if I gave you a good reference, and you got a job, you will never learn from someone else or anywhere else what I can teach you.”
Her head was slightly bowed and her eyes were staring at mine, looking up at me, fully and intently.
“So. Do you understand a little better now?”
She pouted. “I guess so.”
I picked up the ruler from my desk. “You guess so?”
“Yes. I do understand.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Now tell me what kind of underwear you are wearing?”
“WHAT?” She feigned indignation.
I slapped my hand with the ruler. “You heard me, Gael. Tell me.”
She looked down and touched her skirt. “Well, to be perfectly honest, sir, I really do not remember.”
“Then I think we need to find out, don’t we…”
She smiled, then spread her legs a bit. I could see the fabric between her lovely thighs. “Oh, white panties today? How boring. Take them off.”
And without hesitation Gael lifted her hips and slipped off her panties and threw them to the floor.
“Good girl. Now touch yourself.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Do not question me, Gael. You know what I mean. How hard is this? Touch yourself.”
“Ok.” Gael ran her hand down over her blouse, over her breasts and then up her thigh and between her legs. She sighed when she touched her private places.
“Are you wet? Are you aroused, Gael?”
“Fuck yeah….” She moaned softly as she slowly touched and massaged herself.
“Do you like to fuck Gael? I think you are a girl who just loves to fuck, and fuck a lot.”
“What? Why are you asking me that?” I enjoyed how she pretended to be offended. She was learning the game.
“I am asking the questions here, Gael. Now, just answer. Do you like to fuck?”
She closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh yeah…I do love to fuck…yesss….” She was gently massaging her pussy.
“Does your husband fuck you well, Gael.”
She looked at me, a quick and sharp look, and I could see her hesitation to answer this question.
“Does your husband fuck you well, Gael?”
“Yes…he does…” She was still touching herself.
“But you would still like to get fucked by an even stronger man, wouldn’t you? You are ambitious in that way, aren’t you, Gael?”
She closed her eyes once more and leaned her head back and opened her mouth. She put both legs over the arm rests on the chair and began fingering herself. “Oh yes, yes, I would like that. I want to experience the ultimate fuck. I do want the ultimate cock. Inside me. I want to feel that. I always have.”
I then walked over to her and stood in front of her and my hard cock was clearly pushing against the fabric of my slacks. “And what do you think might be the ultimate cock? Do you think you may have found it?”
Gael then sat up on the chair, swiveled it towards me, and ran her hand over my crotch, feeling my hardness.
“This, this is what I imagined that to be. Now I know it for real.” She squeezed it quite hard. “Please fuck me, now. Please, sir.”
“No.”
She gave me that pouty look again.
I put my hand on her head. “Take me in your mouth. Do it now.”
“Well, I guess I can do that…” And Gael did as she was told, now a good girl, taking her orders. She began to unzip my pants.
I removed her hand.
“No, not here. Over there.”
I walked to my desk and sat on the edge. “Here. Do it here.” Gael looked confused. “Crawl. Crawl over to me.”
She thought for a second, comprehending the situation, and then smiled. “Yes, yes sir.” She was obedient. “I do want to please you…”
And she did as she was told, crawling over slowly and surely like a cat about to take its prey, her eyes fixed on my cock, hidden but still quite prominent, and when she got to me she slowly unbuckled, unzipped and, once opened, quickly yanked down my pants. My cock popped out in front of her, so hard and swollen and huge, and she looked at it, and moaned, running her hands up my muscular thighs and eyeing it with intense desire as she cupped and squeezed my full balls.
“Oh my….I do like that…,” she said softly as she wrapped her hand around it and kissed the head, licking that first drop of semen that always accompanies my freshly erect penis. “I bet your cum is thick and white, just the way I like it…”
“You are quite the prodigy, aren’t you Gael…” I said with a smile. “Yes, it is…as you will find out…”
She smiled a small, dirty and wicked little smile. “Good…because I want it all…I want to taste you…” She then took all of me in her mouth. She was hungry and eager. Her eyes watered up as she took my cock out of her mouth and examined it. “You are so fucking hard…so thick….I love it…”
She was quite exquisite at oral sex, as I knew she would be, a girl showing her sexual experience, licking and sucking and kissing my cock, playing with my balls, taking each one in her mouth while she stroked me with her hand, giving the head the appropriate attention with her tongue and lips, and doing so with such skill that she made me last a long time, although I wanted to come many times, but when I could not hold back any longer, she moaned a satisfied “Mmmmmm….” as I finally filled her mouth with my thick, warm cum. She drank every drop. I like that.
“Mmmm….wow…God, you have a lot of cum…” She licked her lips and swallowed what was left in her mouth. “I love it!”
“Stand up.” She did so, and I put my hand between her legs and inserted two fingers inside her drenched pussy. She grabbed my hand and pushed me into her. “Oh god, please fuck me. Please. I need it. Right now.” She looked at my cock, still wet with her saliva and stroked it. “Damn, your still hard. Please…”
“No.” And as I said this I pulled my fingers out of her and put them in her mouth, and she sucked the juices from them.
“You are so cruel….,” she sighed softly as she tasted herself. “Why…”
At that point, I finally kissed her. It was our first and only kiss that night.
We were finished for the day. I buckled my pants and Gael straightened her skirt. She reached for her panties.
“Leave them here. I want you to go home without them.”
“Yes sir.” She was obedient. No questioning. No bitching. Progress was being made.
She then walked over to me and grabbed my arms. “Oh, won’t you fuck me. Why won’t you fuck me, you fucking asshole.”
“No Gael. I am not going to fuck you right now.”
She gave me that pouty look again and turned away.
“In fact, what I want you to do is go home tonight and let your husband fuck you, and when he is fucking you, I want you to imagine how much you would be rather be getting fucked by me, and how you would rather have my cock inside of you instead of his.”
“What?” She seemed irritated and confused. “Look, let’s not bring Rick into this. Please.”
“No. You will do as I say. Understand?”
She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I am quite horny right now…and since you won’t do me, I guess he will have to…”
She looked down and picked up her folders. “Yes, yes sir. I will do that…” She then looked at me, “God, you such a fucking prick, a depraved fucking prick! You know that?”
She started to leave the room. “Hold on.” She turned to me. “We aren’t finished yet.”
“What now?”
“I also want you to call him, right now, and tell him you will be home shortly, and that you want him to fuck you.”
She gave me a blank stare, that stare of bitchy irritation that she was so good at giving.
“Do it, Gael.”
“Fine!” She pulled out her cell phone from her bag, a large, fancy turquoise bag that she bought at some upscale store, swiped and pressed the screen and looked at me. I heard a faint voice on the other end. Gael began speaking. “Hi honey…yes….I will be home in about an hour.” She laughed. “Oh yes…that sounds so nice. I enjoy having that for dinner.” She glared at me the whole time while listening to what he was saying on the other end. “Huh huh…ok…oh yes…I love that movie. You are so kind…”
She continued to stare at me. “Tell him…” I mouthed silently to her.
“Oh…and honey…after all that…later on….yeah…you know that…I want you to fuck me…” She laughed. “Yes…I am in one of those moods…ok…love you…bye!”
She then threw her phone into her bag, gathered her papers, gave me an angry look, turned around and made for the door without saying a word.
She stopped before the door. It was locked, of course, and so I walked over to unlock it, and as I did I said in a nonchalant way, as if I were giving her a routine business assignment:
“And I want you to write a report about what exactly you did, and how he fucked you, and whether you liked it or not. And I want that as a detailed report. Have it on my desk by noon tomorrow.”
She stood before the door. “Can I go now?”
“Do it, Gael. Write up a report on how your husband fucks you. Tell me everything. Details.”
“God, you are too much, you know that…”
“Just do it.”
She sighed. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“YES SIR!” Her tone was once again bitchy.
“Good, now you can go…” I unlocked and opened the door. She walked out into the hall.
As she was leaving I heard her mumble under her breath, “How the fuck did I ever get myself involved in this shitshow…”
“Oh, and I like the hair Gael”
“Fuck you!”
She marched away. Her ass looked especially sexy when she walked that brisk, angry walk of her.
Yes, progress was being made, slowly and surely with this one.