I narrow my eyes and pull over to park the car. I glance up and see a coffee shop. Before I open the email, I decide to make my way inside. I order a coffee and take a seat, eventually opening the email.
From: Julian.
To: Bree.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnson
Occasion: Situation inspection.
Date: 31st May
Time: 1pm
Place: Room 612: Rosewood London
Dress code: Secretary
I narrow my eyes. Of all the nerve.
Is his fucking girlfriend busy?
I type back.
From: Bree
To: Julian
Bree wishes to inform you that she is busy washing her hair and will not be attending the secretarial conference.
Yours Sincerely,
Bree
I smirk and hit send. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
A reply bounces back immediately.
From: Julian
To: Bree
What?
A prompt reply is required.
Julian.
I narrow my eyes. Conceited prick.
I type.
From: Bree
To: Julian
I am not interested in a rematch. Find another candidate.
Yours Sincerely,
Bree.
My phone instantly rings, the name Mr. Masters lighting up the screen.
Shit.
“Hello,” I answer.
“What do you mean you’re not interested?”
“It means what it means. I’m not interested.”
“You enjoyed yourself the other night. I know you did.”
“Not as much as you, it seems.”
He stays silent, and I smirk as I imagine his angry face.
“Don’t play games with me.” He growls.
“I’m not.”
“Is this about Bernadette?”
“Are you deaf, dumb, or just plain stupid?” I snap. “Of course this is about Bernadette.”
“I broke up with her last night.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s not you.”
I bite my bottom lip as I listen.
“Meet with me today, give me another chance. I won’t be so hard on you, I promise.”
I give him the chance to talk me into it. “Why should I?”
“Because you’re all I’ve fucking thought about since Friday night and I’m slipping into a lust-induced stupor here.”
I smile. “On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to see me?”
“Are you coming or not?” he snaps, unwilling to play my games.
“Yes, Julian, I will come.” “Good.” He sighs, relieved. “I’ll… I’ll see you then.”
I hang up and smile. Well, well, well. I do believe I just gained the upper hand.
I sit and stare out the window. I wonder… what the hell does a secretary wear?
I stand outside the door marked number 612. My heart is hammering wildly in my chest. I’m wearing a black skirt, a white business shirt, and one of his ties wrapped around my neck. My hair is up in a bun, and I’m even wearing tortoiseshell glasses to complete my secretarial look.
Underneath, though, I’m wearing my white suspender belt and lacy underwear, with black sheer stockings hugging my legs. I guess I’m a slutty secretary-the kind you have long lunches with. I did end up charging this outfit to his credit card. I felt guilty at first, but screw it, he did say that’s what it was for.
What are you doing here, Brielle? I ask myself.
I didn’t like the way I felt the other night when I got home, but the masochist in me wants to see him again, and I know this is the only way it’s going to happen. I’ve been thinking about him constantly. I hate that every time he’s in the room with me I can feel his body talking to mine. I’m in a constant state of arousal, and I feel like I was a little boring the other night. I was so overwhelmed with his power, I became a shrinking violet.
I want to blow his mind tonight. I want to leave him begging for more, and then some.
And I’ll do what any slutty secretary would do: I’ll fuck him out of my system once and for all.
This is it. It’s the last time. One for the road.
Just fuck him, blow his fucking mind, and then leave. No strings, no feelings, and no bullshit. I can do this.
I want to really play the part, but I can’t imagine myself saying any of the filthy shit I’ve been thinking of saying. This man makes me feel so naughty.
I knock on the door and exhale heavily as my heart races faster.
The door opens in a rush and there he stands. All 6ft 3inches of gorgeous man. He smiles sexily when he sees me in my outfit, and I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Hello, Mr. Masters. I believe you wanted to see me, sir.”
He smirks. “I did. Please, come in.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile and walk past him into the room. He closes the door behind me.
I turn to him as I continue in my role. “Please don’t fire me, sir. I promise I won’t do it again.”
He lifts his chin, his eyes alight with mischief. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t. Disobedient secretaries need to be punished.”
“Please, no,” I beg. “I’ll do anything to keep my job.”
He licks his lips as his hungry eyes drop to my breasts. “Define anything.”
I move closer to him. “There must be something I can do for you, sir,” I whisper in his ear.
“I’m not that kind of man,” he says calmly.
I lean forward and grab his hard dick in my hand, pushing him back against the wall. “But I’m that kind of woman.” I drop to my knees and undo his belt,
sliding his pants down swiftly. That beautiful, big cock springs free, and I take it into my mouth.
He inhales sharply, his hands moving to the back of my head.
I look up and smile at him. He frowns down at me, obviously surprised and confused. He was not expecting this, I can tell.
“Fuck my mouth. Punish me, Mr. Masters,” I beg around his cock.
He closes his eyes, lost somewhere between pleasure and disbelief, and then he grabs my hands in his hair as he begins to slide in and out of my mouth.
I look up with wide eyes, watching him come undone.
“Fuck,” he moans. I bare my teeth and he hisses, “Fuck.”
This is hot-stupid hot-and I know I’m meant to be doing this for him, but it’s turning me on big time.
His suit pants drop to his knees, and I get a rush of moisture in my sex. He’s lost control.
I stop at once and stand, and all he can do is pant as he watches me, breathless and confused.
“Tell me my job is safe and you can have more.” His eyes darken.
“Your job is safe.”
I unbutton his shirt and slide it over his shoulders. I take off his pants, and then his jocks before I push him back onto the bed. He’s submissive and naked, his cock lying up against his stomach. I stand on the bed over him, making sure he’s watching me intently. I slowly begin to take my shirt off, throwing it onto the floor, and then I slide my skirt down my legs and dramatically kick it off.
He’s on his back looking up at me with fire dancing deep in his eyes and his stomach. He reaches out for me, but I move away so he can’t touch me.
I take off my bra and my panties, so I’m wearing nothing more than his blue tie, my suspender belt, and my stockings.
“What do you want, Judge Masters?” I whisper as I run my fingers over my nipples.
“Get on me,” he growls.
I kneel beside him and take his cock into my mouth again. “Not so fast,” I breathe on the upstroke.” I turn my behind towards him as I bend over, allowing his two fingers to slide inside me.
He moans and his legs open automatically.
I go up onto my knees and circle my hips to ride his fingers. I play with my nipples, and my eyes hold his. “Oh, you feel so good,” I whisper. “I need you,” I moan. “You can’t ever tell my husband about this.”
His fingers pump me aggressively. I can tell he’s losing control and it makes me smile down on him. “You’re a very naughty boy, Judge Masters. Do you like fucking other men’s wives?” I whisper as I roll my hips.
Oh, man, I feel like I’m in a bad porno here, but who cares? He seems to love it.
“I need a real man to fill me up. A man with a big hard cock,” I moan as I arch my back onto his fingers. Perspiration beads on his forehead. His mouth is hanging open as he watches me, completely in awe.
He’s about to lose it.