Bound by the Boardroom Contract Part 1

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I walked into my boss's office, nervous yet excited. I'd worked hard to impress him, and this was the moment I'd been waiting for. He looked up from his desk and motioned for me to sit down.

Jessica, he said, his voice deep and authoritative, I have been very impressed with your work lately. You have proven yourself to be a valuable asset to this company. I blushed at his compliment, feeling a surge of pride.

As a reward, he continued, I would like to offer you a promotion. You will now be in charge of managing our largest account. My heart skipped a beat at his words.

This was more than I could have ever hoped for. Oh my God, thank you so much, I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. He smiled at my reaction, clearly pleased with himself.

There is one condition, though, he said, his expression becoming more serious. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I waited for him to continue. You will need to sign these contracts, he said, sliding a stack of papers across the desk towards me.

They outline your new responsibilities and the terms of your promotion. I picked up the papers and began flipping through them nervously. They were filled with legal jargon that made my head spin.

I don't really understand all of this, I admitted, feeling embarrassed. He chuckled softly at my confession, that's okay, he said reassuringly. I can explain it all to you if you'd like.

I nodded eagerly, grateful for his offer. As he started going through each section of the contract, I couldn't help but get lost in his voice. It was smooth and confident, sending shivers down my spine with every word he spoke.

His cologne filled the air around us, intoxicating me even further. Before I knew it, we were nearing the end of the contract. My mind was a blur, completely overwhelmed by his presence.

And finally, he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. There is one more personal condition. I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

There was a hunger in his eyes that I couldn't ignore. What do you mean? I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He stood up and walked around the desk towards me. Every step he took sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I have been watching you, he said, his voice dripping with desire.

You are so beautiful and ambitious, it's hard for me to resist. My breath caught in my throat as he reached out and gently traced his thumb along my jawline. I want you, he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust.

And if you sign these contracts, you will be mine. Without another word, he pressed his lips against mine in a hungry kiss. I melted into him, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection.

His hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire within me that I had never felt before. He lifted me up onto the desk and pulled off my clothes with an urgency that matched my own. As he buried himself inside me, we both moaned in ecstasy.

The pleasure was overwhelming as he thrust into me again and again, each movement bringing us closer to the edge. Finally, we both reached our climax at the same time. I cried out in pleasure as he released himself inside me, filling me with his seed.

We collapsed onto the desk in a sweaty pile of limbs and tangled sheets of paper. He kissed me softly on the lips before standing up and straightening his tie. Congratulations on your promotion, he said with a sly smile.

I watched him walk back around the desk and take a seat as if nothing had happened. I couldn't believe what I'd just experienced. I quickly gathered my clothes and got dressed, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

When I was presentable, I walked over to the desk and picked up the pen. Are you sure about this? he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. Yes, I said confidently. I'm sure.

With a steady hand, I signed my name on the dotted line, sealing our secret deal. As I handed the contracts back to him, he gave me a knowing smile. Welcome to the team, he said, his eyes filled with promise.

Little did he know that he had just unleashed a passion within me that could never be contained. From that day forward, I would always be his, in more ways than one. My promotion, my boss.

I was only a measly secretary, someone who fetched coffee and answered phone calls for the handsome man seated across from me. But now with the contract signed, I became something more. He looked at me in approval as I put my blouse back on.

His eyes followed the intricate pattern of my lingerie, clearly visible through the sheer fabric. The air around us was filled with tension and desire that had been released with our shared climax. Very well, he said, his voice still carrying traces of lust.

Now that we have put that out of the way, let's discuss your new responsibilities. I couldn't help but feel disappointed that he was so quick to move on. He had just fucked me senseless on his desk after propositioning me to be his personal plaything.

Wasn't it supposed to change everything between us? Wasn't I supposed to be special now? But as I watched him arrange some papers on his desk, it became clear that this was just another transaction for him, a business deal sealed with sex.

You will need to handle all of my personal affairs, he explained nonchalantly, scheduling appointments, running errands, and of course, taking care of my sexual needs whenever I desire. The words hit me like a punch in the gut. How could he be so cold and clinical about it? Did he not feel the same passion and connection that I did? But what about us? I asked tentatively.

I thought we had something. He looked at me with an amused glint in his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Darling, he said condescendingly, that was never about love or a relationship.

It was purely physical, a way for me to relieve stress while also satisfying your desperate need for validation and power. His words cut through me like a knife, leaving behind a trail of self-doubt and humiliation. But I thought, I stammered, struggling to find the right words.

I thought you wanted me. He let out a chuckle that sent shivers down my spine, but not in a good way. Oh, I do want you, he said with a smirk.

I want your body, your obedience, your complete subjugation. But make no mistake, my dear, it is just you that I want to fuck, not the person you are underneath all this desperation and delusion. Tears welled up in my eyes as the harsh reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks.

I had been nothing more than a plaything to him from the very beginning. You should consider yourself lucky, he continued, oblivious to my emotional turmoil. Not many women get the opportunity to be fucked by someone as powerful and successful as me.

His words made me sick to my stomach. How could he be so arrogant and dismissive? And how could I have fallen for his charm and manipulation? I think it's time for you to leave now, he said curtly, interrupting my thoughts.

I have work to do and other matters to attend to. I nodded silently and grabbed my purse off the couch where we had left it earlier. As I walked towards the door, he called out to me one last time.

Don't forget, he said with a smirk, you belong to me now. So don't even think about trying to back out of our little arrangement. A shiver ran down my spine at his possessive tone, but it wasn't one of desire or excitement.

It was one of fear and regret. As I stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the ground floor, I knew that my life would never be the same again. But whether it was for better or worse remained to be seen.

I sat in my car staring blankly at the steering wheel. The events of the past hour replayed in my mind like a broken record, each scene more painful than the last. How had everything gone so wrong? I had thought that accepting his proposition would lead to a new beginning, a life full of excitement and pleasure.

But instead it had become a one-way ticket to misery and humiliation. The sound of my phone ringing jolted me out of my thoughts. I fumbled in my purse for it and saw his name displayed on the screen.

Reluctantly, I answered the call. Jessica, he said briskly. I trust you're on your way back to the office.

I took a deep breath before responding, trying to steady my voice. Yes, Mr. Anderson.

Good, he replied. And remember, from now on you will address me as Sir, both inside and outside of the office. His words dripped with authority and superiority, further reminding me of the power dynamic that now governed our relationship.

Yes, sir, I said obediently. I expect you to be at my beck and call at all times. He continued.

And don't forget that your sexual services are part of your job description now. The thought made me cringe with disgust, but I knew there was no way out of this arrangement. Of course, sir, I replied softly.

Do not disappoint me again, he warned. You may have been promoted to a higher position, but that can easily be taken away if you fail to meet my expectations. His threat hung in the air like a dark cloud, sending a chill down my spine.

I understand, sir, I said quickly before ending the call. As I drove back to the office, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. Anger at myself for getting into this situation in the first place, resentment towards him for treating me like a disposable object, and a deep sense of shame that seemed to seep into my bones.

When I arrived, I made my way to his office, doing my best to put on a composed and professional facade. I knocked lightly on the door before entering. He looked up from his work and motioned for me to come closer.

I approached his desk cautiously, unsure of what he had in store for me now. Jessica, he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. I couldn't help but notice that you're still wearing the lingerie from earlier.

I felt a flush creeping up my neck at his observation, embarrassed by my own oversight. I. ..

I'm sorry, sir, I stammered. I must have forgotten to change. He leaned back in his chair, studying me with an appraising gaze.

Well, since you're already here, he said slowly. Why don't you give me a little preview of what's underneath that blouse? My heart skipped a beat at his suggestion.

Despite everything that had happened, there was still an undeniable attraction between us, a chemistry that neither of us could ignore. I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire to please him and the fear of being further objectified, but ultimately the need to reclaim some semblance of control won out. With trembling hands, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor.

His eyes roamed hungrily over my exposed body as I stood there in nothing but the lingerie that had captivated him earlier. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took in the sight before him. Very nice, he said approvingly.

Now turn around and give me a show. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I turned around slowly, letting him admire every curve and contour of my body. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin, igniting a fire within me that I thought had been extinguished.

Run your hands over your breasts, he commanded. Pinch your nipples and make them nice and hard for me. I obeyed without hesitation, teasing and pleasuring myself under his watchful eyes.

The air crackled with tension and desire as I lost myself in the moment, forgetting, at least temporarily, the complicated dynamics that defined our relationship. Good girl, he murmured. Now slide your hand down to that pretty little pussy of yours and show me how wet you are.

His words sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core, causing me to ache with need. I parted my legs slightly and slipped a finger between my folds, groaning softly as I discovered just how wet and ready I was for him. Fuck yourself, he commanded.

I want to see you come undone. With one hand still caressing my breast, I used the other to delve deeper, exploring every inch of my slick heat. Pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave as I worked myself into a frenzy, chasing that elusive release that only he could give me.

His eyes never wavered from mine as he watched me descend into blissful chaos. The intensity of his gaze only heightened the sensations coursing through my body until it felt like every nerve ending was on the brink of exploding. Come for me, he growled.

Let go and come all over those pretty fingers. The raw hunger in his voice pushed me over the edge, hurtling me towards an abyss of ecstasy. My walls clenched around my fingers as waves of pleasure washed over me, drowning out any coherent thought or rationality.

As I slowly came down from my high, I became acutely aware of the silence in the room, a silence broken only by the sound of my heavy breathing. I risked a glance in his direction, unsure of what to expect. To my surprise, there was a hint of something different in his expression, something that resembled desire mixed with a touch of vulnerability.

Put your clothes back on, he said finally, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. We have work to do, I nodded silently and hastily reassembled myself, still processing what had just transpired between us. As I took my seat on the couch opposite his desk, an unspoken understanding passed between us.

Despite our complicated history and the power dynamics at play, there was an undeniable connection that transcended it all. And as we delved into our respective tasks, I couldn't help but wonder if this arrangement could ever evolve into something more, something that went beyond the realms of physical pleasure and professional obligations. Only time would tell.

I sat there on the couch, trying to focus on the work in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to what had just happened. The raw intensity of our encounter was still coursing through my veins, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. I stole a glance at him from beneath my lashes, he was engrossed in his own work, a mask of professionalism firmly in place, but I knew that beneath that composed exterior, something had shifted between us.

After a few moments, he looked up from his papers and met my gaze. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, something that mirrored the turmoil within me. Jessica, he said, his voice low and husky.

Come here. My heart skipped a beat at his command, anticipation coursing through me once again. I rose from the couch and made my way over to him, my legs trembling with each step.

He stood up and pulled me into his arms, crushing his lips against mine in a searing kiss. Every ounce of restraint that had been holding us back evaporated in an instant as we gave in to the overwhelming desire that consumed us both. His hands roamed greedily over my body, exploring every curve and contour as if committing them to memory.

I moaned into his mouth as he cupped my breasts through the flimsy fabric of the lingerie, teasing and pleasuring me until I was panting with need. With one swift motion, he unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving me completely exposed before him. His eyes devoured me hungrily as he traced delicate circles around my hardened nipples before taking them into his mouth one by one.

I arched into his touch, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. The contrast between his commanding presence and tender ministrations only served to heighten my arousal until I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Sir," I gasped, my voice thick with desire, I need you.

He lifted his head and looked at me with a hunger that mirrored my own. Jessica," he said, his voice rough with need, I want to fuck you. I want to claim every inch of you as mine.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. I nodded wordlessly, surrendering myself completely to the pleasure and passion that awaited us. He quickly shed his clothes, revealing a body that was just as intoxicating as I had imagined.

Every sculpted muscle and chiseled lines spoke of strength and power, qualities that only served to amplify my desire for him. He sat back down in his chair and pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him, our bodies pressed tightly together. I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against my core, teasing and taunting me with every delicious movement.

Ride me," he growled, his voice thick with lust, I want to feel every inch of you. Without hesitation, I positioned myself over him and slowly sank down onto his cock, moaning loudly at the feeling of fullness that engulfed me. He filled me completely, stretching and stretching until it felt like we were merging into one.

I started to move my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, savoring every second of our connection. Pleasure surged through me like an electric current with each downward thrust, driving us both closer to the edge of oblivion. He gripped my hips tightly as he guided my movements, setting a faster pace that left us both breathless.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room along with our moans and cries of pleasure, an erotic symphony that echoed through the air. I could feel the tension building within me, coiling and coiling until it threatened to unravel completely. He knew I was close, so close, and he reached between us to tease my swollen clit, pushing me over the edge with a single, well-placed touch.

I shattered into a million pieces around him, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. He followed closely behind, his own release spilling into me as we rode out the aftershocks of our mutual climax. We sat there in silence for a moment, our bodies still intertwined as we caught our breath.