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  When Francine calls to tell me that Julia is in the waiting room, it’s all I can do not to rush over to the door and let her in. Instead, I sit back and take a sip of my coffee, closing my eyes so I can calm down. She isn’t going to have me at a disadvantage. I have every intention of showing her who’s boss.

  After a few minutes I push the button and say, “Send her in.”

  She walks into the room and my eyes immediately go to her shoes – she’s still wearing heels; not as high as the last pair but still. Disaster waiting to happen. What is wrong with this girl? Why can’t she take better care of herself?

  Just as I’m thinking this, karma checks in and disaster strikes - again. Julia’s heel-clad feet snag on the carpet. She trips and falls forward, a shocked look on her face. Flinging her hands out to stop her fall, her face twists with pain.

  Unfortunately, she connects with my hand that is currently clutching the coffee cup. My hand jerks and the coffee flies all over my desk and laptop. In an instant, I’m standing, glaring at my employee who is in a heap on the floor.

  "Fuck!"

  When Julia doesn’t immediately respond I look desperately to my desk where my laptop screen is now blank.

  "Julia. My laptop. You ruined it!"

  At first, I try to remain calm but I can’t help but explode. My laptop contains my whole life. If it’s fucked then so is my life and in turn, she is fucked. I can’t believe I was going to promote her. She’s a walking catastrophe.

  Julia lets out a whimper from the floor, slowly sitting up. She puts a hand to her hip and rubs, clearly in some level of pain. She must've banged it during the fall. I honestly can’t bring myself to care all that much at the moment.

  Talk about clumsy.

  "I… Mr. Mills, I'm sorry. It was an accident, I—"

  "Shut up! I don't want to hear your shit excuses," I yell in exasperation. In a couple of quick motions, I step around the desk, looming over Julia. She doesn’t meet my eyes, which for some reason infuriates me even more.

  "I can't believe you would choose now to fuck up so royally. Haven’t you learned your lesson? Did you really not see that coming? Fuck, this is so typical. I should've expected it."

  I don’t even care that I’m being unnecessarily harsh at this point, I’m so livid. Everything is ruined!

  "Derek, I’m sorry…if there’s anything I can d—"

  "Clearly you know nothing! You're a complete ditz, I have half a mind to fire you right now!"

  That is, of course, a lie. I am mad but I know that accidents happen to the best of us. Plus, I can’t stand the thought of not seeing her again. Which doesn’t mean I’m letting her off the hook though, I can’t just let Julia get away with it.

  "Derek, you can't fire me, please! You know I need this job. C'mon, there must be… something I can do to compensate you. I-I-I’ll buy you a new laptop?"

  “You can’t afford my laptop.”

  “Well, then…I…uhm, whatever you want.”

  The way Julia says it is undeniably sexy and I feel the ghost of a smirk growing on my face. Yeah, I can work with that.

  Definitely.

  "What would you suggest Julia?"

  My voice is a little less harsh now, a little more suggestive. Julia looks up at me from beneath her lashes. Her cheeks are tinged an attractive pink which makes her even more delicious-looking.

  "I see the way you look at me. What would you suggest? I mean, I’ll do anything."

  If anyone else had said it, I would've laughed out loud at the incredible cheesiness but the way Julia said it was so demure, it ended up being sexy. Yeah, this can definitely work.

  "Oh yeah? Lock the door. Then come over here and bend over this desk. Can you do that?"

  Julia immediately complies, and she looks like she’s into it. I find that I’m not really all that surprised though. I can spot a sub at thousand paces with my eyes blindfolded.

  "You are so lovely, you sexy little klutz. This is a bit cliché though, isn’t it? That's okay though. Lucky for you I like clichés. And I like you, Julia, very much. But you've been bad, haven’t you? You ruined all my very important stuff."

  I tsk, watching intently as Julia lays herself on the desk. She lets out a hiss as her bare arms come in contact with the hot, coffee covered desk. I chuckle at her unquestioning obedience. This is going to be fun.

  "I asked you a question baby. I expect you to answer me," I growl after a beat of silence, moving to lean over her body. I press my groin against her ass as I get closer, my hand moving to grip her hair tightly. She whimpers before deigning to reply.

  "Ye-yeah, been bad. Sorry Derek," she chokes out.

  I let go of her head, causing it to fall back to the desk with a small thunk. Nodding even though Julia can’t see, I straighten so that my chest no longer touches her back.

  "You know what I’ll do now, Julia? I’m gonna spank you, for being so, so bad. How many do you think you deserve?"

  I stare at the back of Julia's head, waiting for her answer. I’m hoping this is okay. This is the direction I'd imagined things going but maybe I’m wrong? Maybe this is taking things too far?

  "I… I deserve twenty. Please, I need it." Julia's voice is sinful; the way it comes out as practically a moan. I don’t even know why I was worried in the first place. Julia is clearly into this.

  "God, you’re just begging for it, aren't you? Don’t you worry, baby. I’ll give you what you need. Take off your panties." I can’t help how smug I sound.

  Julia complies, her hands shaking with clear arousal, probably because of my commanding tone. I am so turned on, my dick throbbing in my pants. Just watching Julia has me in a frenzy and she isn't even undressed yet. That isn't the case for long though. Julia quickly has her tight skirt down and around her ankles in no time.

  "Naked baby," I demand, staring appreciatively at the black thong that still clings to Julia's ass. It isn’t enough. I want all her skin laid bare before me. She easily obeys, sliding them shakily down her shapely legs. She kicks them away from her, leaving herself completely vulnerable.

  I love every second.

  She is gorgeous. Her skin is the color of honey and she has fine, blonde hairs laying against her legs. My cock hangs thickly between my legs, visibly pushed against the desk. Julia doesn’t seem to mind though.

  "I want you to stay quiet for me, baby. Can you do that? I don't want the other employees asking questions."

  Julia nods her submission and I’m so eager to get started that I’m vibrating a little. I raise my hand bit by bit, letting it hover over Julia's ass, building up the tension before letting loose.

  My hand smacks her ass, right in the center of her right cheek, with a loud thwack. Julia lets out a loud exhale, much to my displeasure. I bite back a groan, so turned on by her reddening skin and the faint outline of my hand that blooms on it.

  "I said be quiet Julia. Do you call that quiet? I don't think so. Since you can’t obey simple commands, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to take my tie and gag your pretty little mouth with it. Would you like that?"

  I’m already taking my tie off even before she answers me.

  "Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I want to be good for you," Julia whimpers, making my dick jerk as she lifts her head as if to offer herself to me. I nod in satisfaction, reaching forward to tug on her hair once more, pulling her to the right height. I take my tie in both hands, reaching around Julia's head to place it against her lips. Once it is in the proper position I pull tight, watching in fascination as it slips between her pretty pink lips. I knot it tightly, smiling once I’m done.

  It’s perfect.

  She’s perfect.

  "Do you feel good Julia? Because it looks great. Now, back to your punishment."

  I don’t wait for her to reply and it makes me smile when Julia lies back down. I reach out and give her ass a sharp squeeze, letting out a small chuckle when Julia jumps.

  I give her three spankings in quick succession, enjoying the t
ense whimper that makes its way through the gag. I let it slide, simply because it is such a nice sound.

  "Fuck, you look so beautiful spread out for me in this way." I smack her ass again, once on her left cheek and once on her left upper thigh. I can’t help but admire my handiwork, watching as Julia's skin turns bright pink, the hint of a bruise appearing.

  I continue to work her ass, all the while talking dirty to her.

  "Such a pretty little thing, huh? Wanted you as soon as I saw you, I’m gonna make you fall apart. You want that, don't you?"

  Julia nods frantically, whimpering the loudest she has yet to against my restraints. I respond by leaning forward, sucking a bruise into the skin below her ear.

  "Gonna make you feel so good," I punctuate my promise with another slap.

  According to my count, we’re on about fifteen. I make the last five count, focusing on the very center of her ass, my finger grazing her hole on the last one. Her skin is mottled red and bruised blue. Her pussy is dripping wet.

  I love it.

  I’m so pleased with my work so I turn her around, studying her face.

  If Julia's ass is ruined, I can’t even describe her face. She has tear tracks lining her cheeks and her eyes are red-rimmed. Her cheeks are still pleasantly flushed. Julia's teeth are clamped on the tie and her chin is covered in a thin layer of spit. She tries to move her mouth, but the binding is too tight. I sigh dramatically but move to untie her, anyway.

  "Was I—" Julia coughs before continuing, "was I good?" She speaks so earnestly I can’t tell if she is serious or just trying to keep up the act. I answer honestly anyway.

  "You were very good baby, the best."

  I lean in to give her a kiss. It strikes me as soon as our lips touch that this is our first kiss. I panic until she kisses me back. After that, I can’t really think about anything, because it’s perfect. Everything about her is perfect.

  "Thanks, Derek."

  Again I can’t tell if Julia is serious or not but it is a nice sentiment all the same.

  "No need to thank me yet Julia, the best is yet to come."

  I topped the cheesy statement with an over the top wink which makes Julia giggle a little.

  "Yeah? Wanna prove it?"

  "Absolutely."

  5

  Julia

  I don’t even know what happened. One minute I’m walking into Derek’s office to face what I’m sure is a reprimand, the next I’m bent over his desk as he spanks me wondering how the fuck I got there.

  Even crazier than that, after I’d come like a geyser from his hand on my ass, he offered me a new job as his assistant. I don’t know why I accepted it. Yeah, that’s a lie. I know why…

  As much as I’m attracted to his rude, jerky ass, offering my ass to Derek was fucking amazing. And what a surprise it was to me when he made me come like that.

  I’ve been dreaming about it. Daily.

  I’m on pins and needles waiting for him to do something. Something more. There is an upside though. The new job comes with a huge bump in pay and Skylar tells me that one of her neighbors is looking for a roommate. I can finally move out of the apartment. It’s embarrassing that I still live with my parents.

  I mean, obviously I’m still gonna help them out with the bills but it’s way past time for me to leave. Skylar told me she already spoke to the man, and he’s happy to have me room with him. He apparently works a lot and is just happy to have somebody in residence using the facilities.

  I’m packing my stuff while my mother watches me forlornly. “I can’t believe you’re going away,” she says.

  I cross the floor to hug her tight. “I’m not going far, mom. I’ll come for Sunday dinner every week, I promise.”

  I’m careful to specify dinner and not lunch in case I have a late Saturday night. I’m hoping I’ll have a lot more of those. The sound of the moving van in the driveway has us pulling apart.

  “Time to go,” I whisper feeling a little teary.

  Taking up my duffle, I walk out of the door without looking back. I have little furniture; just a bed, my favorite red beanbag chair, my clothes, shoes, toiletries, and my guitar. I like to strum it now and then; it calms me down. I started playing when I was thirteen – my puberty was hard. I had bad skin; my hair was always dry. I didn’t have money for new clothes and that was pretty obvious when I suddenly sprouted boobs and all my tops got too tight. I was walking around self-conscious for at least two years.

  My grandfather gave me the guitar and while I play it, I feel all right. So yeah, I’ve kept it all these years and it’s one of my most treasured possessions. I climb into the front seat of the moving van as they load my shit up. Then it’s time to go.

  I’m excited but also fearful.

  I really hope this works out.

  Skylar is waiting at the entrance when the van draws up. She’s smiling and waving, jumping up and down in excitement…it’s nice to be wanted.

  I smile at her as I get out of the van and she comes over and hugs me.

  “Hey girlfriend, how you doing?”

  I shrug and give her a half-smile. “About as well as can be expected. I can’t believe I’m putting on my big girl panties and moving out.”

  “I can hardly believe it either. Remember that time we were calculating how long it’d take us to afford an apartment?”

  I shudder. “Remember? It’s been haunting my nightmares ever since.”

  She put her arm around me and walked me to the door. “Well, guess what? Now we’re both living in condos.”

  “Yay for roommates! Speaking of, you’ve met mine right? How is he?”

  “Well, he seems sane otherwise I’d never have agreed to you moving in. Ayden knows him. He says the guy’s a bit of a loudmouth but his heart is in the right place – whatever that means. I don’t think he would put you with someone who can harm you.”

  “Okay mother hen calm down. I just meant, is he cute? Is he nice? Is he single…?”

  Skylar laughed. “Got it. Uhm, I guess yeah, he’s real cute. I wasn’t tryin’ to notice if you know what I mean. He seems nice and he’s definitely not married, don’t know if he’s single.”

  I sigh. “Well anyway, I guess we’ll see soon enough.”

  Skylar inputs her code into the elevator and then we’re climbing. “You’ll get your apartment code from your roommate, don’t worry.”

  “I’m not. I trust you.”

  We come to a stop on the twenty-ninth floor and get out. Skylar knocks on a door and then looks at me. “Do you want me to stay while you meet him or should I make myself scarce?”

  I ponder the question, deciding that I want Skylar to stay for a minute until the guy comes to the door. I tell her so and she readily agrees.

  The door opens, and I freeze.

  Is this some kind of joke? I think frantically.

  But how can it be? Skylar has never met Mr. Mills. She wouldn’t know who he was unless he told her. We three stand in awkward silence for a beat.

  “Hi.” He says.

  “Hi, Derek. This is my friend, Julie. Your new roommate.”

  Derek smirked. “We’ve met.”

  “Oh?” Skylar seemed sincerely surprised.

  “Hello, Julie.” He says to me as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

  I’m debating turning around and leaving but…damn, I really want to move out today. And double damn, he looks hot as fuck.

  “Hi, Derek.”

  He steps back from the doorway. “Please, come in.”

  I hesitate but, there really is no reason I shouldn’t come in – at least no reason I’m willing to share with either of these two people. Yeah, Skylar is my best friend, but it’s definitely too much information to tell her I had an orgasm from getting spanked by my asshole boss after offering him sex in return for keeping my job.

  And as for Derek, as far as he knows, I wanted it as much as he did.

  It’s confusing.

  I look to Skylar and nod, showing th
at yes, I see that he’s not a serial killer and she may safely leave me alone with him. Whatever is between Derek and me, Skylar doesn’t need to be in the middle of it – especially if Derek is Ayden’s friend.

  She plants an affectionate kiss on my cheek, waves cheerily to Derek and is on her way. I know she’s just one floor up in the penthouse if I need her. It’s comforting. I close my eyes and sigh, and then step into the apartment.

  “I’m getting that you didn’t know who your roommate was gonna be.”

  “You did?”

  Derek shrugs which says a lot and not nearly enough.

  I drift into the apartment and a thrill runs through me at the sheer size of it. I head straight to the porch which had a comfortable-looking wicker L-shaped sofa and a glass-topped table overlooking the pool.

  I lean on the guardrail and look out at the city laid out before me. Derek comes to stand directly behind me, so close I can feel his heat all down my back. I tense up, practically stop breathing. He puts his hands on the guardrail on either side of me, hemming me in.

  “Welcome home,” he whispers in my ear which is just all kinds of wrong.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him, my eyes closed.

  “I’m trying to make you feel at home in your new place.”

  “By trapping me in your arms?”

  Immediately, his hands disappear. “I thought you enjoyed being in my arms.”

  “N-not like this.”

  He circles around me so he can look in my eye. “You’re lying to me.”

  I avoid his eye feeling caught out. “I uh…”

  He leaned closer, peering intently into my eyes. “Julia?”

  I look away, my hands shaking.

  “Did you…did I…did you not want…?”

  I almost make a joke about if you can’t say the name you shouldn’t be doing it but reading the tension between us, I decide that would be a mistake. I exhale sharply and turn to face him. “Sex in exchange for not losing my job isn’t actually a thing anyone is interested in doing.”

  “Your job was never in any danger, Julia.”

  “Well…I didn’t know that.”

  “You should have. I would never do such a thing. And you’re the one who offered.”