The Assistant

I smoothed out the front of my black pencil skirt, the tight polyester material was riding up my thighs again with every step through the marble lobby ofBower and Rosing’slaw office. I smiled faintly at the receptionist as I collected today’s itinerary and files. She slid the large blue folio across the counter with a loud pop of her gum.

“Everything’s ready for you Lydia, the only thing missing is the NDA,” she said in a bored voice.

“Thanks, I can print that off.”

Bower and Rosing’swas the leading corporate law office in the States, and I was lucky to even be considered for the assistant role to Jonathan Harris-Bower - firm figurehead and well-known shark. This was only supposed to be a temporary placement, but that seemed to have become permanent after six months. Not that I was complaining, it was decent pay and a great name for my resume.

I carried the folio under my arm as I approached the elevators, the sound of my Louboutin’s clicking against the floor echoed through the glass and steel hall. I rode the elevator up to the twenty-third floor, several lawyers talking loudly on their phones around me and slowing the ride to the top. I tapped my foot impatiently and checked my watch again, the meeting was in five minutes, Mr. Harris was going to be pissed.

I rushed down the corridor to the massive glass double doors, I stopped and fumbled for my key card, trying not to drop my bag in the process. I caught sight of reflection in the glass and paused to fix my hair, the platinum blonde ponytail had fallen mostly out so I just tucked my hair tie in my pocket - the long waves tumbling artfully down my back.

As I pushed the door open Mr. Harris caught it, held it and took the file from me. “Miss Morrison,” he greeted.

“Hello Mr. Harris, I have the itinerary for your meeting with Charles later and--”

“Cancel it, I’m having lunch with Patrick and I won’t be leaving the office,” he interrupted. “Call my daughter this afternoon as well, let her know I’ll be late tonight.”

“Of course,” I murmured. I pulled my phone out and updated his schedule. “How was your weekend?”

Jonathan Harris was an attractive man; older - late forties, salt and pepper hair, and a perfectly groomed beard that was trimmed close to his face. His eyes were a glacial blue, sharp, cold and they had this uncanny ability to freeze someone to their spot until he was done with them. His build could also do that as well; around 6’4 and worked out three hours a day, every day. I knew, I controlled his schedule. He had just gotten back from Bermuda; his golden tan was stunning, and I felt myself blush as I thought about him shirtless on the beach. Again.

“Uneventful, I spent most of it poolside and wishing I was back in New York.” He flipped through several documents, his voice lacking any emotion. “How about yours?”

I spent most of it masturbating to thoughts of you.“Oh, just stayed in bed all weekend, you know how it is.”

“Sounds positively thrilling,” he said with a chuckle. “Next time I’ll see about bringing you with me, I’m sure you’d prefer a working vacation over staying here.”

I leaned back on his desk, my legs crossed and hands braced on the lacquered wood. “Well I won’t be doing much work if that happens, I’ll be too busy getting the perfect tan.” I tried to stop the way my eyes roamed over his body hungrily, honestly, I did.

He nodded absently and a faint smile ghosted across his face before his head jerked up and he put the papers away. “You’ll have to sit in on my next meeting; I need you to keep the minutes,” he said as he gazed at me intently.

That’s odd.“You don’t want me to do the client check-in today?” I couldn’t complain, any excuse to be near him longer was welcome.

“No, it’s not necessary.” His eyes moved lower, assessing the few undone buttons on my crème silk blouse. “I have some personal matters I’ll need you to attend to.”

I shifted under his gazed and clasped my hands behind my back, my tits straining against my very prominently displayed bra. His eyes snapped back up to mine, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he turned his back on me.

This was a recurring event; I would undo an extra button, or three, he would openly gawk, and then neither of us would do anything. It was maddening, I couldn’t count the number of times I had thought about fucking him on that massive oak desk. My reverie was cut short as he came and handed me the laptop and ushered us back to the elevator.

The ride down made my heart pound, we were standing so close, the deep musky scent of his cologne filled my nostrils and made my eyes flutter shut for a brief second. They snapped open again as his hand grazed across my ass. Maybe grazed wasn’t the right word since his entire hand slid firmly and slowly across my butt. My breathing hitched but I didn’t move away, his touch sent tingles throughout my lower half.

“I may need you to stay late this evening,” he murmured.

This can’t be real.“That’s fine with me,” I replied with a slight gasp as he squeezed.

He chuckled and the doors opened, instantly he stepped forward ahead of me, his hands in his pockets and no sign that he had just groped me at work. I followed quickly behind him to the conference room, laughter and shouting emanated from it and I cringed internally. I hated these meetings; they were always an obnoxious boys club. Today was no different as I scanned the room of men in their late twenties to mid-thirties cheering and jostling each other. Mr. Harris took his spot at the head of the table and I suppressed my shock as he slid the chair beside him out for me. I sat beside him quietly; setting up the program on my laptop and waiting for the meeting to start.

He stood and greeted everyone before giving a brief rundown of the monthly reports we would be discussing. As he sat back down, he slouched back in the chair and his hand immediately went to my thigh. I kept my face blank, staring intently at the screen as his fingers massaged my leg and worked the hem of my skirt higher. I waited until there was enough commotion that nobody would notice me adjusting myself and spreading my legs wider under the table. Suddenly I wished I had gone commando as his hand reached my panties. I licked my lips unconsciously, squirming back in my seat so he could get a better feel.

His hand stayed there for the rest of the meeting until he got ballsier and he pushed the fabric out of the way, his fingers stroking my slit. My eyes fluttered shut for a brief second before I remembered where I was and who I was with. No matter how well I could see all the men around me, no matter how close they were, I couldn’t will myself to push Mr. Harris’ hand away. I liked it where it was.

“You alright, Morrison?” the man across from me asked.

I couldn’t remember his name; I had seen him plenty of times, but he wasn’t memorable. “Just a bit warm,” I said reassuringly.

My face was burning, Mr. Harris’ fingertip was now circling my clit in slow, controlled motions. Someone made a joke I didn’t catch, and everyone laughed, things moved quickly after that - my orgasm getting dangerously close as they went over stats and every other mind-numbing thing they could. My every nerve was on fire, my pussy leaking copiously and my thighs quivering. When he called the meeting to a close, I almost jumped out of my chair with excitement, he couldn’t possibly leave me like this, right?

“Miss Morrison collect everything and meet me back upstairs,” he said calmly. I nodded and stood up shakily, the last of the men cleared out and he stepped close to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “Take the panties off and hand them over.”

I brew in a ragged breath and shimmied out of them, I pressed the white lace into his palm before I left, he lagged behind, but I didn’t draw attention to it. Back in his office I wiped my sweaty palms and reached for water out of the minibar, he couldn’t exactly say no to me having one after that stunt. I opened up the camera on my phone to check my makeup; the swooping black liner perfectly accented my cool gray eyes, and the whore red lipstick stood out vibrantly against my porcelain skin. I really needed a tan, I hated being this pale in the winter. I spun around as the door opened behind me, immediately I put my phone down and greeted Mr. Harris again. He didn’t even acknowledge my presence as he walked around to his chair and relaxed again.

His eyes pinned me to my spot and my heart started pounding again. “Please lock the door, Miss Morrison.” I nodded and locked the large wooden door, as I turned back around, I saw him undo his belt. “Now get your ass over here,” he ordered.

Oh, fuck.I walked carefully toward him, my knees threatening to give out with every step. He gestured for me to stand between him and the desk before he forced my skirt up over my hips. Cool air greeted my pussy as it was exposed to him, I was extremely grateful for the recent wax I had gotten but had wanted to cancel. He hoisted me up on the desk and pushed my legs wide apart as he leaned in. I gasped and clutched his hair as his mouth met my clit, sucking hard on the sensitive nub. I braced my feet on his armrests and moaned loudly as his tongue probed my sex.

He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and I squealed as he jerked me closer to him, I fell back against the desk and gripped it as he dove back between my legs. I was writhing against his mouth; his stubble tickling my thighs, two fingers teasing my entrance and his tongue flicking my clit over and over. The waves of pleasure that radiated from my groin had me moaning wantonly. As his fingers suddenly plunged deep inside me I cried out, and my hips jerked up, my orgasm rocking through me while fireworks blossomed behind my eyelids.

He sat back and I pushed myself up as I panted, suddenly coming to my senses and wonderingwhat the fuckI had just done. Movement caught my eye and my mouth fell open as he freed his cock; it was massive, way bigger than anything I had imagined, thick and long, the head a deep red, and decorated in several raised veins that emphasized the upward curve. I gawked openly at it as he stood up, his fist stroking up and down the length, his knuckles flexing with his obviously tight grip.

“Stand up and turn around Miss Morrison,” he growled.

Mr. Harris’ glacial eyes stared me down, I did as he said despite the half of my brain screaming that this was a terrible idea. As soon as I was facing the door he pushed me down and pinned me to the desk, his arm braced across my shoulders as his cock teased my entrance.

He’s not wearing a condom.“Wait--”

My protest was cut off as he slammed into me, his groin hitting my ass hard as he bottomed out against me. It burned and stung, my pussy was stretched more than it had ever been, and I had no warning before he did it. My mouth hung open and my eyes rolled back as he hit my cervix. Every thrust raked against my g-spot and my body was on fire all over again. Tears burned in my eyes even as the pressure in me started to build again. He grunted and pressed his chest into my back, making breathing difficult as it was knocked out of me every time he pushed in again.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said with a groan. “I didn’t think you’d be this easy.”

Embarrassment made my face burn as my nails dug into the hardwood beneath me. “I’m not easy,” I gasped out.

He barked a nasty laugh and twisted my hair around his fist before he jerked me back to him. “Your cunt is dripping, you let me finger you in front of twenty people, and now you’re letting me fuck you on my desk and it isn’t even noon,” he snarled. “You’re a fucking slut, Miss Morrison.”

Ohmigod.The electric current his words sent to my clit was almost more embarrassing than his words. My pussy clenched on his length and I cried out as I came. My shout was cut off as he pushed his fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them eagerly, tasting my fluid.

“Say it,” he snapped. “Tell me what a fucking slut you are!”

“I’m a filthy slut!” I cried. His fingers trailing my saliva down my chin. “I’m a filthy fucking slut, Mr. Harris!”

His movement sped up and he panted as his hands moved to grip my hips, his fingers digging into my skin so hard I had to wonder if there would be bruises later. With a loud groan he pushed into me completely and I grit my teeth at the uncomfortable pressure. The sudden flood of warmth inside me was foreign, no one had come inside me before and I had no idea what it would’ve felt like, but certainly not like this. There was an obscene splattering sound as he pulled out and his release dripped from me onto the floor.

I pushed myself up after a moment, breathing rapidly and my hands shaking. I slid my skirt back down and fixed my rumpled shirt, I could feel the rest of his fluid leaking down my thigh and my face burned as I turned to him.

“Can I have my underwear back?” My voice was barely a whisper and I couldn’t meet his eyes as I held out my hand.

He smiled affectionately back at me. “No, I don’t think so.” He reached out and stroked my cheek as he spoke.