Dirty Retaliation - C. P. Mandara

Adie

Bend over my desk. I’ve been desperate to say those words all morning, but so far, Elizabeth has been very careful to avoid me. Wouldn’t that be a shocking state of affairs? The woman has been relentlessly pursuing me from the second I started working here, and now, after a tame spanking session, my boss is nowhere to be found. She can’t elude me forever, though. There is nowhere to hide in this building, not even the ladies’ toilets, as she discovered to her chagrin the other day. Wherever she is, I will hunt her down, slam her against the wall, and then fuck her. Wall or desk? I tap my pen on the table, considering the merits of each. Hmm, it depends which room we’re in and what’s handy at the time. It’s good to keep things interesting.

As it is, I’ve had a very busy morning and it would be nice to let off some steam. Ione is now happily drugged up to her eyeballs and has been deposited to a safe place, where she can sleep off the effects of my chemical cocktail in peace. She’s not going to be any fun for at least the next eight hours, so I need to get my fix here first. That will tide me over until my little captive awakes. Thinking about that state of affairs almost has me rubbing my hands in glee. While I can’t fuck her up too badly, I have plans for her – lots of plans. My little princess is going to have a very exciting day. Let’s put it this way: she’s going to remember it for a few years to come. I would say I hope she plays nice, but that’d be a lie. I hope she fights me tooth and nail every step of the way. It’s nice to be presented with a challenge once in a while.

The telltale squeak of the door handle then alerts me to someone’s presence, and as it begins to move, I sit back in my chair. This had better be Elizabeth. She’s kept me waiting for an hour now, and I am not a patient man.

“Hello, Adrien.” Today, Elizabeth seems back to her old self. Her hair is expertly styled, her makeup is immaculate, her black pencil dress clings to every curve, and her stockings are once again where they’re supposed to be. If she’s foolish enough to be wearing panties, she’s going to regret it, because I’m going to rip them to shreds. She’ll learn.

“Why hello, Elizabeth. You look positively ravishing.” This is no word of a lie. She does.

Letting the door close quietly behind her, she looks at me and raises one very impervious eyebrow. Ahh, so she still thinks she’s the boss around these parts. Interesting.

“You wanted to see me?” Her mascara-laden eyelashes blink at me several times as she plays coy. She knows exactly why I want her here.

Standing up, I move towards her. If she intends to run, she won’t get far.

“Bend over my desk, Elizabeth. I don’t like to be kept waiting any more than you do. Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Elizabeth steps backwards as I walk forward, her hand closing on the door handle. I don’t think so. Placing my hand on her wrist, my eyes glower in warning.

“The desk, Elizabeth,” I say in a low growl as my grip tightens around her hand. “Don’t be shy. You do remember our agreement?” I know damn well she does, but I’ll happily spell it out again if she needs a reminder.

“Actually, our agreement is now null and void,” she says, straightening up to her full height. She does her best to look as imposing as possible, think eighties-style shoulder pads, but it’s not going to work with me.

“The one where you promised to do everything I said for a month? How is it null and void?” Bringing her body up close to mine, I press the full length of my arousal into her crotch and watch her sharp intake of breath. As my lips get to within millimeters of hers, her eyes flutter up to mine nervously, while she licks her bottom lip.

“It is null and void because you no longer have your cellphone. I stole it.”

I press up a little closer to the boss lady, until our bodies are actually touching, and release a killer grin when Elizabeth gasps. Yep. I’ve still got it.

“Hmm. About that. You’ve been a very naughty girl, Elizabeth. Tell me, what do you