Page 7 of Leverage & Obedience

He’s silent while he dresses me, picking up each piece of clothing from the floor. My contribution to this operation is staying upright, which is more than my legs are committed to. He slides my panties up my legs, fingertips brushing my thighs. He hooks my bra, and his lips skim the pulse point on my neck before hefinishes buttoning my blouse. My throat tightens. Should I thank him? No, that seems weird.

He walks me around the desk to his chair and tugs me down into his lap. I don’t know what to do with this softness. But when I lean into him and rest my head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around me. The fit is so natural I almost forget we met today.

The fact this doesn’t scare me is what actually scares me.

Bren tucks me closer and kisses the top of my head. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I peek up at him, uncertain how to word my thoughts. “I like this part.”

The corner of his mouth quirks. “Me holding you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” I press my face against his neck so he can’t see the flush on my face. “I didn’t expect it.”

“Get used to it. I like this part too.”

Liking this part is going to be a problem. Everything about today is so damn unexpected. My new boss titty fucking me, spanking me, and then bending me over his desk wasn’t exactly on my Monday bingo card. Zero complaints to the bingo hall.

We sit like this long enough that the frantic energy drains and a quiet contentment settles in its place. If someone had told methis morning that I’d be sitting in my boss’s lap, I would have laughed in their face.

When I yawn against his neck, he chuckles. “Let’s get you back to your desk before you fall asleep on me. Blame it on a carb-heavy lunch if anyone asks.”

He gives my ass a final pat as I stand, then pulls a protein bar and a bottle of water from a desk drawer. “Eat. Drink. If you don’t, I’ll know.”

I open my mouth to ask how he’ll know, but when he raises an eyebrow, I clamp it shut.

“Yes, sir.”

I’m almost to the door when his voice stops me.

“Lily.”

I glance back. He’s leaning back in his chair, completely composed. The man who was buried inside me twenty minutes ago is gone.

“That was just one hole.”

My stomach flutters with lust and my brain scrambles.

“Come prepared for the next one tomorrow.”

A neediness builds in my core, and I have to swallow before I can answer. “Yes, sir.”

He gives me a wicked grin and turns his attention to his laptop like he didn’t just rearrange my entire nervous system.

My legs tremble the whole way back to my desk, his cum dripping out of me while I’m clutching a protein bar and a bottle of water.

I sit at my computer, the screen full of unread emails, as if this is just another ordinary Monday.

His cum is going to be inside me until I clean up tonight, and I’m in no hurry.

Tuesday, 9:47 a.m.

Bren buzzes my intercom, and I immediately know this is going to include something filthy.

“Lily, come here.”

“On my way.”

I spent the morning trying to forget about him saying, “Come prepared for the next one,” and failing. I actually brought spare panties to work in my purse. Who does that?