Page 27 of Objection
Posey was an incredible paralegal. And she could type nearly one hundred words per minute. Nearly as quickly as she pushed my buttons. But she wasn’t just pushing my buttons. No, it was like she had the secret combination. I had been a Dominant for far longer than I had been a lawyer and I was always drawn to the same type of woman. Taller, lithe, and, above all else, obedient. Everything that Posey Adams was not.
Yesterday was a prime example. Whatever had made her decide to push me like that, to act the way she had, it was… it was… Who the hell was I kidding? It had me riled up, pissed off, and hard as hell. I had spent the better portion of the evening avoiding her, sequestered in my room, pretending to work on anything and everything I could think of. In reality, I spent half the night making a list on why pursuing Ms. Adams was, in fact, the worst idea imaginable.
Of course, Samantha had more than a few things to say about the matter. When I had called her and relayed what had happened, I swear she had peed her pants laughing so hard. It was ridiculous.
“Get your head out of your ass and go get that pretty little redhead.”
“Sam, it’s not that easy,” I grumbled with a heavy sigh.
“Oh, but it is, Ren! Negotiations are what you do best, Mr. Hot-Shot-Lawyer! Get it in writing and cover your ass!” She fired right back.
“I don’t want to be ‘that boss.’ I won’t.” I told her for what seemed like the fourteenth time in our conversation.
“Ren,” she sighed, “She’s under your skin so bad. If you really want her, you’ll find a way to make it work. Hire another girl and fire her so you’re -”
“Not a chance,” I cut her off. “She’s damned good at what she does, and I need her doing her job.”
“Suit yourself then, Ren. But you know damned well what’s going to happen right? You’re going to go through sub after sub, none of them scratching that itch in any meaningful or satisfying way until they either leave or she catches you. I mean you two are cohabitating and working together, inyour home, where you have a Dungeon of Debauchery! Either go for it with this little fireball, or suffer the unscratchable itch!” Her words made me want to laugh and want throttle her all at the same time.
“Sam, she is my employee!”
“Yeah! So?! There are plenty of Doms and subs that work together, and they make it work! Why? Negotiations! Now stop being a fraidy-cat and go tame that little brat!” With that she hung up the phone, cackling.
“I am not afraid,” I mused out loud to myself. “Just prudent, and professional.” But, good Lord, it would be interesting to find out what she would sound like as I paddled her...
I shook my head at the thought. Going after Ms. Adams was a disaster in the making. First, there was the fact that she was my employee. Definitely not above-board behavior. Second, she had just experienced something traumatic. What kind of man would I be if I pushed her into a situation like this? Not some mere relationship, but a full-blown Dominant/submissive power exchange? Talk about ways to scare a woman off in a hurry!
Still, thoughts of her in a myriad of positions had me hard, needy, and wanting to put her in her place. A cold shower was necessary. I turned the shower on, taking my clothes off as the water ran. With my hands on the counter, I looked at myself in the mirror. What the hell was this girl doing to me? My hair was a mess from running my fingers through it, my breathing was erratic, and my cock was hard enough to break concrete.
Even a cold shower might not do it tonight. Instead, I flipped the water to hot and let it warm up before stepping inside. I imagined one of my favorite scenes with Samantha. She was a great submissive and we understood each other’s needs. It wasn’t romantic, it was scratching an itch and mutual respect in doing so. I lathered up my soap, letting the suds run over my hands as I imagined securing rope around her wrists and ankles and tying her to the bed.
I could see the way she would writhe and struggle as I held a vibrator to her clit, making her endure the intense and almost painful pleasure at my whim.
I ran the loofah over my arms and torso, imagining my hands running over her body to titillate and stimulate more of her body, perhaps after tying the Hitachi vibrator to her leg where it would stay firmly against her clit without my hands.
My own hands moved down my body, the suds dripping down my body as I imagined her face, those green eyes wide with wonder, her red hair fanned out around her – Wait.
Red hair?
Suddenly it wasn’t Samantha in my little fantasy. It was Posey. Her voluptuous curves, her pale skin, likely freckled lightly. Her thick thighs and – I couldn’t take it. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I used the suds to make my motions smooth, and gave into the fantasy.
Posey’s sassy little fucking mouth open on a whimper of a plea, begging me to give her more, to stop, to just give her fucking everything. My hand moved faster, imagining her breasts jiggling as she bucked and begged and fuck –
My back arched as my orgasm hit, taking me fully by surprise and erupting over my hands.
With one hand holding myself stationary against the shower wall, I caught my breath, the steaming water washing all evidence of my inappropriate fantasies down the drain along with the soap suds. Fuck, I needed to get a grip. And not on my cock.
The next day was hardly any better as I sat there at my desk watching her under the guise of reading an article in the latest lawyer magazine, I could not help my thoughts from running away from me. She bent over her desk to retrieve a folder, and I immediately imagined her held down by rope as I paddled her rounded ass. When she stretched just before digging into her lunch, I imagined her spread wide on the St. Andrew’s cross, shackled down as I teased and tormented her.
What sounds would she make?
How would her body react to my touch?
No, I couldn’t give into thoughts like that.
As the day progressed, so did her pushing. Little snippy comments here and there, most of which I ignored. But as the sunlight started to fade, so did my patience.
I found her eyes watching me, much more than normal. I found myself reacting to her without thinking, more than once.
