The Boss's One Condition - A Sexy Alpha Male Dominance/Submission Short Story From Steam Books by Steam Books, Crystal White Page B
Authors: Steam Books, Crystal White
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agreed upon. Due to this, you shall follow my every word to the letter or there will be consequences. I will train you on your job tomorrow, although I am confident you will fulfill those duties with no problems. So tonight in this letter I will instead give you the instructions you will be following tonight and tomorrow, and more will follow for the rest of the week.
Tomorrow you are to wear the shortest skirt that you own. I do not know what kind of clothing you wear, so I have no way of knowing how short this is. But it should be at least shorter than knee length, preferably much more so. It should be semi-professional, a black or gray or brown in shade. You will wear high heels with no tights. You will wear a white button down blouse that will be unbuttoned enough for me to see your cleavage. Your hair will be down. Your make-up will be minimal.
As for tonight, I know that today and this letter has turned you on. You are not allowed to pleasure yourself – at all. Good night and I will see you at 8.
Darcy’s mouth dropped open as she read the last line once, then twice, and a third time.
“Are you serious?” she asked aloud. She stared down at the vibrator longingly before blowing out a sigh and tossing it to the floor.
The next morning, Darcy dressed to her new boss’s requirements. She had to admit that she looked pretty sexy. She felt sexy, too. She was about ready to head out the door when she got a text from Aaron.
I forgot to mention – no panties.
Darcy’s pulse leapt. Slowly, she removed her panties. She felt very exposed as she walked to her car. Driving, she could feel the air rushing between her thighs. As she walked up the steps toward the skyscraper, she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone knew she was going commando.
“Good morning,” Aaron said as she walked into his office.
“Morning.”
“Come here.”
She walked up to him. Her face heated up as he scrutinized her, looking at every detail to make sure she had followed it. Then he stepped forward and stuck his hand up her skirt, letting two fingers brush against the pussy. She gasped at the jolt of electricity that shuddered through her veins.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her on the rump. He handed her some folders. “Type up these affidavits, upload them to the link as explained in the handout in folder #1, and come see me when you’re finished.”
Darcy did as she was told. Sitting at her desk without panties on made her feel naughty, and she got hornier as the day wore on.
She maybe took a little longer than necessary typing up the affidavits, but she didn’t think much of it. Walking into Aaron’s office, she said, “I’m all done.”
“Did you upload them to the drop box as requested?”
“Yes, sir.”
Aaron got on his computer. He was silent save for the tapping of his fingers on his keyboard. Darcy fidgeted, unsure of whether she should speak or leave. Since he hadn’t dismissed her and he seemed busy, she simply stood there in silence.
Fifteen minutes later, he clicked his mouse and stood. Circling his desk, he looked at her with his big arms crossed. “Explain to me why it took you two hours to accomplish that and you failed to use spell check.”
Darcy’s heart sank. “Did I make a typo?”
“Yes.”
“Um…I’m really sorry.”
“Two hours, Darcy. It took you two hours. What were you doing for two hours? I have a secretary who plays on Facebook all day. Is that what you were doing?”
“No! No, sir. I just…I was taking my time.”
“Obviously not enough, since you made typos. Would you need three hours to not make typos?”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, Darcy.”
She swallowed hard, holding her breath, expecting to be fired on her first day of work.
“Bend over the desk,” he said.
She blinked a few times. “I’m sorry?”
“I said bend over the desk.”
Darcy slowly stepped forward and leaned her elbows against the desk, gripping the opposite
Tomorrow you are to wear the shortest skirt that you own. I do not know what kind of clothing you wear, so I have no way of knowing how short this is. But it should be at least shorter than knee length, preferably much more so. It should be semi-professional, a black or gray or brown in shade. You will wear high heels with no tights. You will wear a white button down blouse that will be unbuttoned enough for me to see your cleavage. Your hair will be down. Your make-up will be minimal.
As for tonight, I know that today and this letter has turned you on. You are not allowed to pleasure yourself – at all. Good night and I will see you at 8.
Darcy’s mouth dropped open as she read the last line once, then twice, and a third time.
“Are you serious?” she asked aloud. She stared down at the vibrator longingly before blowing out a sigh and tossing it to the floor.
The next morning, Darcy dressed to her new boss’s requirements. She had to admit that she looked pretty sexy. She felt sexy, too. She was about ready to head out the door when she got a text from Aaron.
I forgot to mention – no panties.
Darcy’s pulse leapt. Slowly, she removed her panties. She felt very exposed as she walked to her car. Driving, she could feel the air rushing between her thighs. As she walked up the steps toward the skyscraper, she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone knew she was going commando.
“Good morning,” Aaron said as she walked into his office.
“Morning.”
“Come here.”
She walked up to him. Her face heated up as he scrutinized her, looking at every detail to make sure she had followed it. Then he stepped forward and stuck his hand up her skirt, letting two fingers brush against the pussy. She gasped at the jolt of electricity that shuddered through her veins.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her on the rump. He handed her some folders. “Type up these affidavits, upload them to the link as explained in the handout in folder #1, and come see me when you’re finished.”
Darcy did as she was told. Sitting at her desk without panties on made her feel naughty, and she got hornier as the day wore on.
She maybe took a little longer than necessary typing up the affidavits, but she didn’t think much of it. Walking into Aaron’s office, she said, “I’m all done.”
“Did you upload them to the drop box as requested?”
“Yes, sir.”
Aaron got on his computer. He was silent save for the tapping of his fingers on his keyboard. Darcy fidgeted, unsure of whether she should speak or leave. Since he hadn’t dismissed her and he seemed busy, she simply stood there in silence.
Fifteen minutes later, he clicked his mouse and stood. Circling his desk, he looked at her with his big arms crossed. “Explain to me why it took you two hours to accomplish that and you failed to use spell check.”
Darcy’s heart sank. “Did I make a typo?”
“Yes.”
“Um…I’m really sorry.”
“Two hours, Darcy. It took you two hours. What were you doing for two hours? I have a secretary who plays on Facebook all day. Is that what you were doing?”
“No! No, sir. I just…I was taking my time.”
“Obviously not enough, since you made typos. Would you need three hours to not make typos?”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, Darcy.”
She swallowed hard, holding her breath, expecting to be fired on her first day of work.
“Bend over the desk,” he said.
She blinked a few times. “I’m sorry?”
“I said bend over the desk.”
Darcy slowly stepped forward and leaned her elbows against the desk, gripping the opposite
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