I woke up the next morning. Jennifer was with me. As I was getting dressed for work she was lying in the bed, watching me.
“Well, you seemed all worked up last night. We have not fucked like that in a while.”
“There is a new girl at work. Her name is Gael. I am going to break her.”
“Oh really, sounds delicious!”
“Yes, she is quite the bitch. A real challenge”
Jennifer was an artsy type of girl, free spirited, a polyamorous throwback to some late 1960s hippie commune. I had known her for years, and we would get together every now and then to enjoy the more forbidden pleasures of life. She also liked girls. And as I was dressing, I was wondering about Gael, about what she liked, and if she would enjoy being drawn into the more secret edges of life. I wanted to find out. Jennifer enjoyed such activities.
“Well, maybe I will get to meet her…you know, in that way I enjoy meeting the girls you are enjoying. I like to enjoy to.”
I kissed her. “Perhaps. I really don’t know yet what she is like.”
“I hope you find out.”
I took Jennifer that morning to the airport, where she was flying out West to visit some family, and probably fuck a few guys. I did not really care, because I knew she was totally in love with me, and that was all that mattered. How long she would be gone was not sure. Sometimes she would disappear for weeks or months on end. She just seemed to float around, like a bee pollinating different flowers. But she would always come back, hungry for my cock, and to tell me all the details of her dirty little adventures while we fucked. We had a good arrangement.
A few days later I spoke to Gael at work. She met me in my office. I was sitting behind my desk.
“So we are going to meet tomorrow to go over your report and progress. It needs to be late in the day, so I am going to need you stay a little later than the others here. If you have any other commitments tomorrow, cancel them. This is important.”
Gael gave me bitchy look. “Well, I can’t. My husband and I have tickets to see a play. It is a new production of A Streetcar Named Desire. The reviews are too good to miss this. So we are going to have to do this on another day.”
I gave her a blank stare. “My desire is that you be here tomorrow. And that desire must be met by you. So you need to tell your husband that you are going to have to cancel your plans, and do this another night. I will buy you another pair of tickets if you like. Or just reimburse you.” I pointed my finger at her. “But you will cancel these plans and meet with me tomorrow.”
Gael crossed her arms in front of her chest. “No, I can’t. I won’t. We are talking about my goddamn husband here. We have plans!”
I stood up from my desk and walked towards her. “Listen,” I said as I stood right next to her. My voice was low, almost whispering into her ear. “You are going to do as I say. You will meet me tomorrow. And since you have been so difficult right now, you will meet me here at six. My day tomorrow is packed, and that is the only time I have to do this. And this must be done. You will do this. And you will obey me. Otherwise, you can walk right out that door and find another job.”
She said nothing. I put my hand on her upper arm. She gasped slightly. Her flesh was warm and soft and smooth. I felt that arousal thing happening again. “Do you understand me, Gael?”
She said nothing.
I raised my voice. “Do you understand me?”
“YES!”
“Good.” I walked away from her and sat down at my desk. “Now, go do whatever you need to do to make sure you present a good report to me. I except nothing but perfection from you, Gael. That is why I hired you.”
She turned around and walked out, again, in the same way as before, briskly, with her heels smacking against the floor. I enjoyed listening to them as she huffed on down the hall until they eventually faded away.
The next day arrived. I did not see Gael until later on, when we passed in the hall. She was walking quickly, as if trying to ignore me. You know, the things that all girls do when they are angry at you.
“Gael,” I said as she was walking past me.
“What?” She gave me that childish, annoyed look of hers. I was starting to understand her demeanor a little bit better, that is, the demeanor of her real self, her feminine self that she keeps hidden from the world in her professional life.
“Six tonight. Do not forget. Be there.”
“Yes,” she said coldly and turned around and kept walking. I knew her emotions would be heightened for this meeting, which was good. That is how I wanted her to be.
The building had emptied out by six. There was no one there, except myself and Gael. We were totally alone. It was late, and the sun had set, and the darkness outside colored the windows with a veneer of black. I enjoyed keeping my shades open when it was dark, as I enjoyed seeing the lights and commotion of the city around me. We were a few stories up, and there was no building nearby, so I always had the sense of privacy in my office, even though the shades were open. I was wearing a white oxford shirt, black tie and black slacks. I always enjoyed dressing in a traditional, minimalist but masculine way. It is a classic look.
Six o’clock came and Gael had not shown up. I was irritated, but also curious as to why she was late. I had my suspicions. So I waited about five minutes, and was about to go to her office, but before I did so I heard the slow clicking of her heels on the floor. She was taking her time. And she was late.
Finally she arrived. My door was open so she walked right in, holding a bundle of files and papers. She was dressed, as usual, in her hot and sophisticated way, this time wearing a red skirt and a white sweater. It was a cool day, so she was bit covered, almost in modest way, which was a bit unusual for her. Still, the sweater was tight, and her lovely, full breasts were nicely hinted at. Her dark hair was down and fell softly over the top of her sweater.
“Your late.”
She sat down on a conference table across from my desk and began fumbling through her papers, not looking at me.
“Yes, I know. I am sorry, but I got lost in what I was doing, getting ready for all this.”
Her attitude was obviously bitchy and defiant.
I raised my voice. “I said you were fucking late, Gael. That is not acceptable. Ever. I will not tolerate that.”
My anger caught her attention and she looked up at me and softened her voice. Clearly she knew she was treading a line here. “I am sorry. Really. I just wanted to make sure everything was ok. It won’t happen again.”
“You are damn right it won’t happen again. I will let it pass this one time, but next time you will be looking for another job. You get paid well here, Gael, and you will not find a better paying job. And I will make sure of that. Understood?”
She looked down again at her papers, and said even more softly, “Yes sir…”
This was the first sign of her submission and this gave me a bit of pleasure, especially the expression on her face as she looked down, a bit embarrassed but still a bit defiant.
I walked over and sat at the conference table across from Gael. I spoke softly and with a bit of gentleness. “I hope this was not too much of an inconvenience for you. But certain things must be done in this business, without delay. That is the simply the way it is.”
Gael was looking down at her papers. “Well, it was an inconvenience. My husband was not happy.”
I sat back in my chair. I spoke firmly. “That is the wrong answer, Gael. You are supposed to say, ‘Oh, it was not a big deal really. My husband understands. It is ok. Really’. That is what you are supposed to say.”
Gael looked up at me, confused and a bit disoriented. She immediately fell back into bitch mode. “Well, it was a big deal. My husband was upset. We had waited for this for six weeks. He did not understand how I could choose this work thing over him. Christ, I am married, you know? So I don’t know what kind of goddamn answer I am supposed to give.”
“That is right Gael, you are married. But you are also my employee. I don’t give a fuck about your personal life. All I care about is your performance here. And if you do well, I will make you my personal assistant, and you will benefit from that in ways you cannot imagine. That is why I hired you, because I saw that potential in you. But if your other commitments are more important, there are others I can find to do this job. As I told you before, you are replaceable. Of course, your progress here all depends on how well you do. You have been stellar so far, but we are only at the beginning.”
Gael did not say anything. She reached for a paper. “Can we begin. I would like to be home at a decent hour tonight. Otherwise he might start to worry.”
“That’s fine. Now let me read through your summary before we begin going through things.”
“Here,” she said curtly and bitchily as she handed me a paper, quickly, as if she were trying to jab me with a knife. I began reading, and as I read the paper something became quite clear to me. I looked up at Gael.
“What the hell is going on here, Gael? This is not correct. You cannot move x to z and still maintain a profit. We will lose money if we do that. You know better. This is pretty basic stuff.”
Her bitch shield was still up and even getting stronger. “No, it is correct. I know it is correct. You are the one who is wrong.”
I let out a deep breath, and got up and walked over to my desk and sat down. Leaning back in my plush leather chair, I stared coldly at her.
She stared back at me. “What?” She was now in a serious bitch mode that was clearly reflective of some inner emotional turmoil she was feeling. And I knew, as I stared at her, that she had deliberately made this mistake, and had deliberately come in late, in order to stir up my anger, and perhaps induce a response from me, and a response was what she was going to get, and she was going to get it right there that night in my office.
I lowered my voice and said calmly. “Well, well Gael. So this is how you want it, huh? I give you a project, and you make a mistake like this, even though I know such a mistake is impossible for you to make without it being deliberate. And you came in late. You are too smart for this shit. So I wonder why you did this.” I picked up my ruler that I keep on my desk, and tapped the top of my desk sharply with it. “Now this is something we are going to need to explore before we proceed further. Such mistakes cannot, and will not be tolerated. I am now formally putting you on probation.”
She gave me that look, “What the fuck, am I in high school or something? Just how do you plan on doing this? What, are you going to spank me like some immature brat?”
I stood up and walked over to her and held the ruler in front of her. “That is exactly what I am going to do to you, you little mouthy bitch. Now stand up.”
“Fuck you!” She said as she began to gather her papers. “I quit. You are a lunatic.”
But as she was gathering her papers she did not stand up, and she did not walk out, but rather she just shuffled the papers around and sat there, looking at the chaotic mess she was making. I stood in front her, and once again I noticed that as she was playing with her papers, she glanced over at my crotch, and her eyes once again lingered, and she could once again clearly see the arousal that was beginning to form beneath the fabric of my pants.
“Stand up!”
“No!”
I took her by the arm and vigorously stood her up. “What do you want Gael? Do you want to work for me, and make so much money you will not know what to do with it, or do you want to work at Walmart as a cashier. It is your choice. And you are too good to work for Walmart. You are too smart for that. Now, I have enough power in this industry to make sure you will never work for another company in this field again, understand? Do you want to work at Walmart? Or maybe you want to go back to school and start all over again? Yes, after six years of your work and time in this industry, and all those sacrifices you made before I hired you here, that would be a tragedy and a waste of talent, wouldn’t it? But then again life is full of tragedies.”
I then slapped her ass.
“Fuck you, you rotten son of a bitch. Fuck you!”
“That is not the right answer, Gael. That is not the answer I want to hear. Now, be a good girl, and listen to me.”
I then took the ruler and slapped her ass.
“Fuck…fuck you…” Her voice softened. “You son of a bitch….”
I then grabbed her arm and pulled her over to my desk and bent her over and slapped her ass again with my ruler. She struggled a bit, but only enough to give off the façade of resistance, but once she was bent over she stayed bent over.
“If you keep on like this Gael, I am going to have to lift your skirt up and use my hand on your bare ass, and it is going to hurt a lot more.”
“FUCK YOU!” She screamed it out at the top of her lungs.
“You are such a bitch,” I said calmly. So be it.
And I lifted up her skirt, and slapped her ass with my hand, once on each side. She was wearing a lacy black thong which made her skin that much more accessible.
“FUCK YOU!” She screamed a second time.
“Gael…” I said in a calm, authoritative tone. “Now Gael, you need to listen to me…” I slapped her ass again, this time even harder.
“Fuck…” she said more softly, and as I slapped her again she yelped “Fuck, oh god, fuck…” I slapped her again.
“Are you going to be a good employee of mine?” I slapped her again. Her ass was now turning red.
“Yes…”
“Do you want to be my personal assistant in all I do? Do you want me to teach you all about this business? Do you want me to teach you everything I know?” I slapped her again. The sound of the slap filled the room. I looked at the window and enjoyed the sight of her bent over my desk, me behind her, her skirt hiked up and my hand hovering over her lovely ass.
“Yes. I do. I do want that, sir.”
It delighted me to see her there, submitting to me in an extremely visible way, bent over and her bare ass the subject of my discipline. I knew this was the first step to breaking her. It gave me great pleasure to feel the exercise of my power over her, and knowing that she was enjoying this as well, although she was still putting on some air of pretentious resistance.
“It is good that you call me sir. That is how you are going to address me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I rubbed her ass, now red from my discipline, caressing its sweet smoothness. “Are you going to obey me, and do everything I tell you to?”
“NO!”
I slapped her ass, this time as hard as I could.
“What? What did you say. Perhaps you did not hear me. Are you going to obey and listen to me.?
“Yes…I will. Ok, I will. I promise”
I slapped her again. “You promise what?”
“Sir. I promise, sir.”
“Well, that is good, my dear…” And as I said this I pushed aside her thong and felt her completely drenched pussy with my fingers. She shuddered and gasped. “Oh god….”
“Now listen to me Gael…” I slipped one finger inside her. “Listen to me. Right now you might have been at the theater with your husband. But now you are with me, and I am going to fuck you. Do you understand this?”
“I…I don’t know.”
I slapped her ass with the other hand. “What?
“Yes, I understand?”
I began massaging her clitoris. “I am going to fuck you tonight. Do you want this?”
“Do I want this…I…I…” her voice trailed off as I fingered her now with two fingers.
I slapped her ass again.
“Yes, I want this. Oh god, yes I do…”
I then turned her around on the desk and sat her on top of it, and moved her thong to one side, and unzipped my pants. When she saw my large and thick and extremely hard cock she gasped and grabbed it, and then she kissed me and bit my lip. “Give me that thing, sir.”
And give it to her I did. When I entered her drenched pussy she screamed and I quickly learned that Gael was a screamer. I had my suspicions, but now I knew. She wrapped her legs around me as we fucked, and as I thrust myself inside her she screamed, and she screamed from the top of her lungs.
“Oh fuck yeah, yes, fuck me sir, fuck me…do it harder sir, fuck that bitch.”
I looked over at the window, and as I saw myself fucking Gael in the window, with the bright lights of the city twinkling in the nighttime darkness, I noticed she was also looking at us in the window, and when we both noticed each other looking, we both laughed.
“You are a wicked, nasty bitch, aren’t you, Gael?”
“Fuck yeah…” she said, panting.
I ran my hands up under her sweater so as to feel her full breasts, and they felt wonderful. We were kissing, not soft and gentle kisses, but violent and passionate kisses, our tongues meeting outside our mouths, her teeth holding my tongue, her teeth biting my lips as I pulled her hair. It was hot and aggressive and violent and we both loved it.
“I am on the pill. Come inside me. Please….”
I thrust a hard thrust. “Please what, bitch?”
“Please sir, please, give me your cum, SIR!”
And when she said that I obliged, and filled her lovely vagina with my sperm, always so hot and thick and copious. She screamed as I did so.
After we were finished there were no kisses. Nothing sweet and romantic. What we did was just purely physical, and sexual. I liked that. We gathered ourselves, fixed our clothes, and I looked at her.
“Don’t think this means anything Gael. It doesn’t. And don’t think this means you are automatically going to become my personal assistant. That takes time. You are still under probation. Your progress will be based solely on how you do in this business. Understood?”
Gael looked at me. “Yeah, no shit. I can’t stand you. But I want certain things in life. And for me you are a means to an end. What, do you think you are the only one in the world who knows how to use people? Asshole.”
I walked over to her, grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her close to me. “But you loved the way I just fucked you, didn’t you, Gael?”
She looked at me in the eyes. “Yeah, I did.”
I could see her defiance and I knew she was going to be perhaps my most difficult project. I like challenges.
“Now, go back and make those necessary changes in the project. We will meet again sometime soon, perhaps next week.”
“Good,” she said curtly as she gathered her papers. She walked to the door, about to leave.
“Oh, Gael…”
“WHAT???”
“Say hi to your husband for me.” I laughed.
“Fuck you!” And she walked away.
Yes, I had finally met a real challenge. This delighted me, because this was only the beginning, the first step to breaking Gael, and Gael needed to be broken, to learn how to yield to a true, strong and masculine man, and I was going to do that, and subdue her, and make her totally mine, and completely own her. Yes, I was going to break Gael, no matter how long it would take.