ANNA JAYE WILDE

Bossed

 

22/04/2016

 

As I stumbled yet again on my heels, I questioned my decision to wear them to work. I was temping in a busy Solicitor’s office for the summer and had sensibly blown my first wage packet on a pair of sky high red soled beauties that were much better suited to posing in than actually walking. Still, I looked fucking fabulous.

 

My temp role was pretty mundane, admin and tea-making mostly just to gain some spends for university. I had been here two weeks and had been warned the big boss and senior partner Jared Huntley was returning from his holiday today. He was known as a bit of a tyrant and didn’t suffer fools gladly, firing people on the spot if they fucked up. I knew these heels were a mistake when I was told I would be looking after him today. I could just picture it…walking in, falling arse over tits, burning him with his tea, it didn’t bear thinking about.

 

I was getting on with some work when a bell rang in the office. Julie, my sour faced supervisor, jumped out of her skin and called me over.

“Okay, Megan. That’s Jared, he’ll be wanting a strong coffee with cream and brown sugar. It’s all in the kitchen, just get it together and take it to him, will you, I’m busy.” Sure she was fucking busy, the weasly bitch did fuck all but paint her nails all day. Right, suck it up, Megan, who knows, he might like you, stranger things have happened! I put together a tray of coffee and even added a few biscuits, straightened myself up and took it to Jared’s office.

 

Knocking was a challenge while trying not to drop everything but I managed it and the door clicked open for me. Jared Huntley was facing away from me as I walked in, talking on his hands-free and looking out of his floor to ceiling window. I kept my eyes firmly on my coffee tray and didn’t look towards the tall man. I figured I would lay down his tray, smile politely and leave. I knew nothing about him, had never met him before but figured he would be way older than me, probably wouldn’t even give me the time of day. But from the back view I got as I glanced up at him, I clocked broad shoulders, thick, muscled arms beneath his rolled up sleeves, and a seriously tight ass. Fuck, stop, Megan, I bet he’s in his fifties, you filthy slut!

 

At that point, he turned around, a look of thunder on his face that quickly softened to a friendly, flirty smile as our eyes met. He wasn’t in his fifties, he was late twenties at the most and was fucking gorgeous. Nobody told me that! He wore his dark blond hair a little long, grown out but oh so sexy. His eyes were a dark emerald green that seemed to get darker the longer I stared at him. He was smooth shaven, professional of course and his lips were perfect, full and luscious. As he faced me I also saw a tattoo peeking up under his collar and another on his upper arm just creeping into view under his shirt sleeve. This was SO not what I was expecting!

 

He watched me intently as I carefully and very slowly placed the tray on his desk.

 

“I’ll call you back, Steve.” Jared hung up. A broad smile filled his face and his eyes lit up as he held his hand to me. “I’m Jared, I don’t think we’ve met? I’m sure I would have remembered someone like you…”

 

Fuck, what the hell?

 

“No, I’m Megan, I’m temping here for the summer.”

 

“Just the summer, that’s a shame.” Did he just wink at me? “Well, I guess I should make the most of you then.” His eyes rolled shamefully over my body and damn if he didn’t make me wet. He licked his lips as his gaze dropped to my chest, down my legs and to my heels. “Nice shoes, very sexy legs. You know where they would look good?”

 

I took a sharp breath in.

 

“No, where?”

 

“Wrapped around me while I fuck you right over my desk.”

 

Fuck.

 

“I’m not entirely sure it’s part of my job description, Mr Huntley.” Two can fucking play at that game! I smiled back at him to let him know I was on the same page, holy fuck was I on the same page…the man was sex on legs and the faster I got him inside me, the better.

“I can assure you it is…” Jared walked around to my side of the desk and pulled me close to him, leaning into my neck. “There’s a clause for ‘any other duties’ which should cover just about anything I want it to.”

 

Cocky! But oh so smoking hot, the words left his mouth and melted down my skin, his breath warm by my ear and his hand snaking up the inside of my blouse.

 

“You’re probably right…” I breathed, “I should have read it more clearly…” another hand slid up my thigh, pulling up my skirt, “Yes, this definitely feels right.” Fuck me. He had my skirt around my waist and my blouse undone in a split second. Carefully avoiding the tray of hot coffee he pushed me back on his desk, ripped away my flimsy panties, pushed open my thighs and took a long slow lick up my skin, stopping right by my wet clit. His finger joined his mouth and began tracing soft circles around my clit, exactly where I needed pressure. He licked over my wet pussy and dipped his tongue inside, causing me to buck a little on the large wooden desk.

 

“Do I need to tie you down, Megan?”

 

“Only if you want to, but trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

 

“Good girl.” He slid two fingers into me and God it felt good. I looked down at him, so confident, so fucking sexy, so unexpected. He looked back at me and smiled his cocky but hot grin. He loved to be in control and fuck, did I love it too. His fingers rolled over my clit in just the right spot and before long I was convulsing on his hand and coming hard. Fucking hell. Whoever said you shouldn’t fuck the boss was clearly mistaken, fucking the boss was definitely a VERY good idea indeed!

 

Jared stood with that smart grin and locked onto my eyes as he unzipped to reveal a very hard dick, firm and ready. It was long and thick and just what I needed after my orgasm.

 

“Turn over, Megan.” He pulled me up and twisted me over, spreading my legs wide as I pressed my chest into the wood. “Are you comfortable?”

 

“Shit yes, I’ll be even more comfortable when you fuck me.”

 

“Oh, you are a good girl, you make me so fucking hard.” He slid into me, no more warning, no more talk. He moaned as he filled me up and so did I, he felt so thick and beautiful inside me. I wanted to watch his gorgeous face but had to settle for his reflection in the window. His eyes were closed and he was deep in concentration while he was deep in me. God it was incredible.

 

“Fuck, Megan, you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you hard now, honey. Are you okay with that?”

 

“Do what you want to me, I’ll take whatever you want to give me, the more the better. You’re the boss.”

 

With that he thrust in so deep I thought his cock might come back out of my mouth. In total ecstasy, I gripped the desk for support as Jared fucked me, over and over until his breathing accelerated and he jerked inside me, filling me with his hot come as he was satisfied and spent. Holy hell. After a short while he pulled that big cock out of me and we got dressed. Well I did, it seemed Jared had kept most of his clothes on.

 

He took my hand and we sat on the desk together, smiling stupidly.

 

“So, Megan, just the summer eh? Well there are a few weeks left. How do feel about being my PA?”

 

“What would that involve, Jared?”

 

“It’s a varied role.” He looked at me and his eyes sparkled with a filthy, knowing twinkle. “I can’t be too specific. You’ll need to wear those heels though. And stockings next time. Definitely stockings. And panties, they won’t be necessary at all. Bare under your skirt, please.”

 

“That’s essential to the role, is it?”

 

“Abso – fucking – lutely!”