She lowered her head and nodded. He wasn’t fooled. He could guess she was thinking: How will he know what I do at home alone?
“Very well. See you then.” He picked up his briefcase and left her standing there.
That night, he called her at home. She sounded startled to hear his voice. “Mr. Caudry!” she said. “What ... what...”
“I’m calling to check on you, my dear. Have you been good?”
“What? Oh, yes...” She seemed flustered.
“You haven’t allowed yourself to touch your wet pussy?” he pressed.
“No! Uh, no sir...”
“I would be very disappointed if you did.”
“Yes sir! I haven’t, sir!”
He wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth but it really didn’t matter. He wanted to let her know he was thinking about her. It was his way of telling her how much she meant to him. He hoped she’d understand that. “Good girl. See you tomorrow.” He hung up.
The next morning, he invited Emily into his office and made her lift her dark blue skirt. She wore no panties this time.
“Good,” he said, pleased. He motioned her forward and ran a finger along her cleft. She jumped. She was wet already—or maybe she was still wet from yesterday. Either way, it was a good sign.
“Now the blouse.”
Her fingers fumbled with her buttons and as they parted, Edward could see her cotton bra underneath. He shook his head and pointed to the pile of her undergarments on the corner of the desk. Her mouth opened and closed and he thought she might protest. She shrugged off her blouse and unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms onto the desk. Quickly she buttoned up her light blue blouse and stood there, her eyes on the rug.
He could see just a pale outline of her nipples through the material. “Do we understand each other now?”
She nodded.
“You may go.”
She fled, hunching her shoulders. Edward smiled and swept the pile of undergarments into a drawer. He would give those back to her later, once she had been thoroughly conditioned. Emily was already well on the way. He expected no more mistakes, but secretly hoped she would make some, just so he could push her further into the mindset he desired for her: Unquestioned obedience.
Emily came in with two letters, her shoulders still hunched, and he scanned them carefully. No mistakes. He nodded his acceptance and she started to leave.
“Emily.”
She turned, expectantly.
“Don’t hunch. Put your shoulders back.”
She straightened up and he could see her nipples pressing against the material like headlights. He smiled and nodded. “Better.”
She left quickly, her eyes downcast.
Edward had several appointments out of the office that afternoon and wasn’t able to return until nearly five. He had done well and felt randy. He nodded at Emily and she came in behind him.
“Clothes,” he said.
She stripped. There wasn’t much covering her now—just a blouse and skirt. She kicked off her shoes and stood naked and flatfooted in front of the desk.
“I need a quick blowjob,” he said.
She came around and dropped to her knees. She eased his cock out and dove on it. By now, she knew what he liked and he sat back and allowed it to happen. When he came inside her throat, she swallowed, never allowing a drop to escape. She peered up at him, waiting.
“Good girl,” he said. “You’ve become an excellent secretary. Now, as I promised, you may come. Here, lean against my desk.”
She stood there, expectantly. He knew she assumed he would touch her or fuck her, but he said nothing for a few seconds. Then: “You may begin.”
Emily’s mouth dropped open. “Sir?”
“I said, you may begin. You wanted to come, didn’t you?”
“Uh, yes, sir, but—”
“You’d prefer not to come?”
“No! I want to, but...”
He shook his head and said, “Very well. If you’re too embarrassed, then you may go. Just don’t touch yourself this evening.”
“No! I want to!” Her hand went to her pussy and began to rub. He sat and watched her. Under his gaze, she had trouble reaching that tipping point. He wasn’t going to let her off the hook. Then he saw something change in her eyes and they seemed to glaze over. That was good, for it showed she could let herself go. Within a minute, she was shaking with her release.
“Good girl,” he said when she was done.
She sagged against his desk, her pussy and fingers wet. She sucked in a breath and tipped her head at her clothes. He nodded and she put them back on. She headed for the door.
“Emily.”
She turned, her mouth half opened.
“Tonight, just before you eat, I want you to call and tell me what you’re having.”
Emily’s face registered her confusion. “Sir?”
“You have my cell phone number, right?”
“Uh, yes, sir.”
“Good.” He turned to his computer, dismissing her. He did not look up when she left.
At home, while he was sipping a cocktail, his phone rang. He picked it up. “Yes?”
“Uh, Mr. Caudry, sir. I’m about to have, uh, a salad and a TV dinner.”
“Really? A TV dinner? That’s not acceptable.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Those things are full of fat and salt. I want you to take better care of your body, all right?”
“But sir! It’s a low-cal dinner!”
“Are you arguing with me?”
“No, sir.”
“Eat the salad. Throw away the dinner. Start to eat more healthy foods. Oh, you’d better not masturbate tonight.” He hung up before she could protest. He sipped his drink, imagining Emily at home, staring at her TV dinner. Would she eat it in defiance of him? Would she touch herself, later in bed? He’d never know either way. He just wanted her to feel his presence in her life away from the office.
He wanted to own her.
Wednesday morning, Emily stood in front of his desk, her dark brown dress unbuttoned all the way down, showing that she was wearing no underwear. He nodded and yet he wasn’t pleased. “I don’t like those dark colors.”
“Sir?” She looked down at her dress.
“I prefer lighter colors. Summer colors, if you will.”
Emily stared at him and he knew what she was thinking: Lighter colors would show everyone she was naked underneath. She began to shake.
“Sir...”
“Are you questioning me?”
“No, sir, it’s just that...”
“I’d like my blowjob now.”
She came around his desk, confusion on her face, and yet he noted how quick she had been to obey. “Wait,” he said. He pointed to her dress.
She blushed and stood. In one movement, she pulled it off her body and tossed it to the side. She bent down and unzipped him and soon was sucking eagerly on his cock. He came in her mouth and she stood. It had become routine now.
Emily waited, her eyes on his.
“Very well,” he said. It was time for a reward. “Come here.”
She stepped forward and he pushed her back until her hips met his desk. He helped her up until she was sitting, naked, her legs splayed out. He stroked her breasts and her head tipped back. She gave a low moan in her throat. His hand went to her bare pussy and felt the wetness within. He wondered if she had masturbated again last night. He rubbed her gently, stopping now and then to allow her orgasm to build within her.
“You’ve been a good girl,” he whispered. “I’m very pleased.”
She groaned and her hips began to shake. He watched as she climbed higher and higher toward her release and suddenly she grabbed at his arms and closed her legs against his hand. He enjoyed seeing her climax. Emily fell forward and rested her head on his shoulder.
“That will be all for now,” he said.
She got to her feet and slipped on her dress. Her eyes were glazed and she moved in slow motion to the door.
“Emily.”
She turned, blinking.
“I’d like a cup of coffee please.”
She nodded and was gone. When she returned, he pretended nothing had happened between them. He was simply her boss, nothing more. She put his coffee down and waited for some sign from him, some acknowledgement of her existence. He glanced up. “That will be all.”