Chapter 9
Geneva
Iwasn’t sure what to expect for my first real day of my internship, but the word I would have used for at least the start of the day was… anticlimactic.
I’d lost count of the number of cups of coffee I’d fetched, the amount of filing I’d done, and how many times I’d remarked in my head what a shithole his office was.
Something didn’t add up.
The building itself was a depressingly drab structure. The place was so run down, even the plastic kickboards were beginning to peel away from the base of the walls, the adhesive failing in numerous places. Some of the outlets didn’t work; there was a daisy chain of dusty, tangled extension cords plugged into the outlets that weren’t broken, the mess probably constituting a dozen fire code violations all by itself.
At least the bathroom was spotless.
I’d shown up to the office that morning wearing my new attire—a knee-length navy pleated skirt, thigh highs with four-inch heels, and a sleeveless cream sweater that made my breasts look two cup sizes larger than they actually were—but what I’d expected didn’t really come to pass.
What I’d assumed was that I’d be doing general office grunt work—which I had been right about. But I’d also half-dreaded, half-anticipated Rick would be out regularly to leer at me and comment on what he saw; I didn’t want to think about how much I hoped that he liked and approved of how I looked.
What the hell has gotten into you?
I worried I was beginning to lose my sense of shame, that modesty had largely deserted me. But that wasn’t quite right either. I still felt those things keenly, but they’d begun to sort of reorient themselves toward being seen through the filter of his approval or disapproval. It was truly messed up, but there was no doubt I was beginning to think of him in those terms, wrong and fucked-up though it may have been.
Rather than have to deal with Rick perving over me—or worse—what I’d had to contend with instead was largely… boredom.
I’d been there for hours, and Rick still hadn’t so much as left his office. Did the man ever have to at least take a piss? All of that coffee I’d been making—which Chloe dutifully delivered to him—had to be going somewhere, didn’t it?
The deep bass of his voice could occasionally be heard through his door, and now and then, Chloe’s phone would ring at her desk—situated just outside that same door—but otherwise one would scarcely be faulted for concluding Rick wasn’t even in the office.
So it was that I was hard at work, increasingly lamenting that the frustratingly contradictory man appeared to have forgotten I existed when Chloe’s phone rang once more. I blew my bangs away from my eyes, careful to scratch the itch at my nose with the back of my hand. My fingers were already beginning to darken with ink residue from the old filing I’d gone through, the vast majority of which seemed to be generated by a company called ‘RST Group Limited.’ I’d made a note an hour before to check if I could find any information about the company.
My initial assumption was that it had to be one of Rick’s biggest clients, but I really had nothing else to go on, the numerous invoices, statements, and work orders so shot through with abbreviations, code, and corporate gibberish that I couldn’t hope to make any cogent sense out of it. What little I did know about Rick’s particular pursuits led me to suspect that that level of inscrutability was probably intentional.
“He wants you in his office,” Chloe said, her voice hushed, her hand over the receiver. “Now.”
“Me?” I set down my stack of invoices on her little desk, rubbing my hands together to try to get some of the ink residue off my fingertips. “Um, what about this…?”
“Just go in.” Chloe hung up her phone, waving me in. “Don’t keep him waiting. Trust me, that won’t help your cause.”
“My cause?” But I was already moving, my heart beginning to beat at a considerably elevated clip.
Here goes nothing.
Then I found myself in Rick’s office once more, my eyes immediately zeroing in on that desktop, the place I’d spent several painful, humiliating minutes a day before.
I should have been mortified, even angry. But instead, I was more curious than anything else. Nothing had gone as planned, so I genuinely wondered what he might have in store for me. After the day before, how bad could it be?
And why is your pussy clenching at the thought?
He was sitting behind his desk, the huge dark brown leather chair rocking slowly as he finished up a call, his cell to his ear. He turned just enough to peer back at me, his hand rising. His extended finger jabbed toward someplace vaguely in front of his desk.
I gulped as I did as he ordered, standing where he’d directed me. A sense of deep foolishness consumed me as I waited there for him, wringing my ink-stained hands before me as he finished up.
“…and move the Friday meeting to Monday. I’ve got too much shit to work on this week, and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it in. Yes. I mean it.” He paused. “Well, I don’t really give a shit how many board members flew in for it. Can’t be helped.” He spun in his chair, facing me, his elbows planted on the desk, his dark, intense eyes boring into me. “Yes… yes. No—it’s the other one. What else?” Another pause had Rick rubbing the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger while he listened. “Yes, but I can’t remember—you’ll need to check the account. Probably one of Darby’s. Okay… yeah, that should do it. I have to go. Got a girl here I need to give a little talking to.”
Oh, shit.
I was definitely in trouble for something. And yet, my nipples instantly grew tight. My only saving grace was that the thick fabric of the top might not have made that fact totally obvious.
“All right, all right. Bye… bye.”
He slipped his cell into the pocket of his slate-colored slacks. I made sure my gaze didn’t follow, for fear it would linger on his crotch.
For perhaps as long as a minute, he simply stared at me, then finally, he sighed, his eyes glittering. “You made my coffee wrong—twice. I like three sugars and two creams. You gave me two of each.”
“But Chloe didn’t?—”
He held up his huge hand. “I recognize she might not have told you exactly how I like it. That’s irrelevant. My coffee wasn’t how I prefer it, and since you are the one who prepared it, it’s ultimately your fault.”
I tried not to whine, but the injustice of what he was saying made it impossible for me not to comment. “That’s not fair!”
That’s not going to help you, idiot.
His fingers tapped upon his desk. “Quiet.”
My words died on my tongue, my heart in my throat.
And yet, here you are so wet you should probably ask the man for a mop.
I closed my eyes for a second, unable to help the flood of warmth on my cheeks.
“Look at me, you silly girl.”
My eyes snapped open, my breath catching in my throat.
“I want you standing at attention.” His gaze was fiery, the heat of it almost a physical thing. “Shoulders straight. No—more than that. Better.”
I flushed anew, knowing how the enforced position pushed my breasts into even greater prominence. The snug sleeveless top already left little to the imagination, forming my figure in a way that displayed it without being completely over the top. My breasts were practically on offer to him after I’d been ordered to attention like some army recruit before her cruel, barking drill sergeant.
That imagery isn’t going to help your flooding pussy, Gen.
It wasn’t that I liked being berated—especially in a way that was clearly capricious and uncalled for—but there was no denying his words were having an effect on me, regardless of how much that realization embarrassed and confused me. My nipples were steel-hard points, and the gusset of my panties was stuck to my labia, the fabric completely soaked through already.
While part of me wanted to kill him because he was being such a dick, that still hadn’t prevented my pussy from getting very, very wet.
But there was more. “You’ve been filing the invoices wrong as well. They’re supposed to be filed by purchase order, not by date. But I’m guessing you’re going to blame Chloe for not telling you about that, too.”
Though I had to almost bite my tongue off to do it, I avoided replying. I knew then that it was a futile endeavor, sure to only get me into further hot water.
“Good,” he said softly. “The girl can learn, after all.”
I blushed to the roots of my hair. I’d never been dressed down like that in my life… and I could scarcely recall ever being so physically aroused either.
It was incredibly confusing.
You getting off on being verbally abused now?
But it wasn’t that, at all. It was, well, it was Rick showing me, telling me, what he expected of me. While it was embarrassing, at least it was something. Learning wasn’t usually easy, and while I didn’t at all like his methods, I had some idea what he might have been up to. So, I went along with it as best I could, understanding that what was most likely to get me back on something passably resembling the good side of the taciturn, very intimidating, very large man was my best course of action.
I’d figure out what it all might mean some other time.
Yeah, sure you will. In your bed tonight. With your fingers in your cunt.
“But you are trying—which is more than I can say for most interns I’ve had over the years.”
I hated the bloom of pride in my chest at the words. They were barely a compliment. Weren’t they? With Rick, I really had no hope of knowing. But my body’s instant reaction seemed unambiguous.
Yes, the man was grumpy, unfair, and probably the epitome of what every workplace harassment course told men not to behave like. But there was one other truth that overshadowed that completely.
That I had some sort of strange need to obtain the man’s approval.
Holy shit, you’ve lost your mind.
“You’re doing… okay. For your first day. Keep it up.”
“I-I am?” I thrilled at it, even as it threw me completely off balance. A minute before, I’d feared he might be throwing me out. But it appeared I’d completely misread him.
He watched me for a moment, his mouth quirking at the corners. “Show me you can keep learning. A girl that can do that pleases me because it shows she’s trying. That she cares. Do you care, Geneva?”
“Um, yes. Of course I do.”
“Good. That’s good to hear.” He slid back from his desk, his legs spread somewhat.
My mouth went instantly dry. The outline of his cock—a huge,thick cock—was clearly delineated, running down one of the legs of his slacks.
Oh, my God.
“Something the matter, girl?”
“Uh, n-no. S-sir.”
Be calm. Be calm! And stop looking!
“Good.” He stood then, and walked slowly around his desk until he loomed over me, his monumental form dwarfing mine. He was a handsbreadth away from me, and though I didn’t understand it at all, I wanted to touch him, to hug him. To feel his massive body against mine just like I had the previous day.
“I have a question for you, and I want an honest answer to it.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, not daring to look up at him.
In that moment as I stood there, like a helpless creature before an angry giant, I realized something. There was a spin to his grumpiness that wasn’t actually cruel or particularly mean. But the vibe it had to it was almost… paternal.
Jesus, what has gotten into you?
Maybe it was just an artifact of being extremely horny—which I was—but I didn’t think that explained all of it. Uncle Chest was never, ever mean with me, or even mildly cross. He’d always taken care of me, in his way, making sure I was safe.
So why had I had such a reaction to an older man treating me like I was a stupid, misbehaving girl?
Then I finally had it. My desire to avoid disappointing him was what drove my reaction. Whether said disappointment was with my job performance, or something much more personal, I hadn’t yet figured out.
You’re worried about not sufficiently impressing a guy who’s been a total prick to you?
It was true. It made no sense, of course, but I was already trying to make peace with the fact that not much of anything made sense when it came to my reactions to Rick.
“I want to know why you… hugged me. After I punished you yesterday. Why, Geneva?”
“I… I still don’t really know.”
But it was a lie.
I barely knew the man. I was nearly half his age. He was my boss. He’d actually spanked and fondled me!
And yet… still, I wanted to please him.
“Tell me the truth. That’s the only way I’m going to allow you to stay on.”
Don’t do this. Don’t say it.
Of course, the man was definitely all wrong for me. Having anything remotely like sexual feelings for him was, well, it was crazy. I knew that.
But what if, against all odds—even though it made zero sense—there was something there?
How much of an idiot would I really be for just walking away from what might be? Something was happening, something I couldn’t understand. Something visceral, and powerful—and dangerous.
“I expect an answer, girl.” He drew nearer, and it was all I could do not to hug myself, or hide my face in my hands. With him so very close, I was trembling, though I didn’t know if it was with fright or need.
What if it was both? What if the two fed each other? Then I really would be a very screwed-up young woman.
Which is exactly why you can’t tell him.
So, reflexively, I punted. “Just because you’re my boss… doesn’t mean you can do what you did yesterday. I’m not just some stupid bitch you can push around.”
“Don’t use that language. I won’t tolerate it from you.”
The barked command was so surprising, I was momentarily speechless. Then I rallied, realizing that if I was going to have any hope of influencing wherever things might go, I had to speak up.
But just when I thought I’d found my footing, he did something else I didn’t expect. His fingertips touched just under my chin, and he gently raised it until I was looking up into his pale blue eyes.
His intense gaze searched mine, the crags of his face lending it an almost monumental gravitas. He was still handsome in a rugged way—and must have been quite stunning in his youth—but as he looked at me, what I saw in that visage was someone utterly assured, confident, powerful. Rick was deceptively magnetic in the way that only hard, determined men could be.
I swallowed, wringing my hands together.
“Hands at your sides, girl,” he said softly.
Though I didn’t know why, I complied.
“Good.” His thumb coursed along the line of my jaw, his touch shockingly tender. “I like it very much when you do as you’re told.”
I nodded haltingly, my heart in my throat. Though I desperately wanted to, I couldn’t form the words for the confusing storm of emotions flooding through me.
“Now, answer my question.” His lips curved in a half smile.
“I just… I don’t know. I needed to… to know it was okay?”
I tried to drop my gaze, but he shook his head, giving my chin an admonishing squeeze. “Go on.”
“I’ve never had anyone do that to me before. I… I don’t understand. Any of it.”
Then he did something that left me completely reeling. He drew close and pressed a long, soft kiss to my forehead. I closed my eyes tight, a lump in my throat, a sigh escaping me.
I was lost and confused, my deep, trembling excitement as profoundly irrational as it was inexplicable.
He spoke the words to me in a rumbling murmur, his lips whispering against my skin. “You don’t need to understand. You just need to obey.”
I said the words not only out of confusion, or arousal-driven rashness.
I said them because they felt… right.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“My, my, how I love the sound of that.” His smile then was bright and broad, and it had my heart thumping madly in my chest, my clit throbbing, my pussy gushing.
In that brief instant in time, I thought I’d do nearly anything to see that beautiful smile. “What h-happens now?” I didn’t even know why I asked it.
His eyes searched my face. “You should be punished, of course. Nothing can ever be let off when you disobey me.” His other hand settled upon my shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze that only hinted at his immense, bone-crushing strength. “But I think something else is called for today.”
“I don’t?—”
He shook his head, his smile fading. Then he stepped back, guiding me against the front of his desk, my thighs pressed to the hard, cold wood of the edge. “Present yourself, girl.”
“I—what do you mean?”
“Oh, I think you know.” His long finger tapped the desktop. “I’m waiting.”
What have you gotten yourself into, Gen?