Page 68 of Dominion

About forty minutes later, Ben called. “Come into my office.”

She picked up her laptop but quickly realized she couldn’t carry it and use her crutches. Abandoning the laptop, she hobbled over to his office.

“Shut the door, Ashley,” he said.

She swung it shut.

“You’re too far away over there,” he said, lifting his chin in the direction of her office.

She did her best to saunter with the crutches and dropped into his lap. “Is this close enough?” she asked, pitching her voice to a low and seductive note.

“Not quite.”

She leaned over and kissed his neck. “How about this?”

“Mmm, I’m not sure.”

She sank to her knees at his feet and bit his trousers at the crotch, hoping her hot, moist breath reached his cock through the fabric. “How about this?”

His manhood strained against his pants. He groaned. “That might be too close,” he said in a strangled voice. Grasping her forearms, he lifted her back onto his lap.

She faked a pout.

“Don’t worry, my little assistant. I will be demanding all kinds of service like that from you.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “In fact, just this morning I resolved to have you in every single room of this building. That means every floor, every cubicle, every bathroom, every conference room, maybe even the closets, too. How long do you think that will take us?”

Her pussy pulsed, already readying for his suggested activity.

“I-I’m not sure,” she managed to say.

“Well, I’d like you to calculate it, Ashley. I need a checklist to work from. On my desk by close of business, understand?”

Her pelvic floor lifted as the walls of her vagina fluttered. “Yes, sir,” she breathed.

“But right now, I had the other sort of work on my mind.”

She straightened up. “What can I do for you, Mr. Stone?” she asked, still using her sultry tone.

“Did you ever put together that report on who I need to cut from middle management?”

“Yes, sir, would you like me to go get it?”

“Please,” he said, keeping his hands on her hips as she stood. “And then come back righthere,” he said, pulling her back to sit on his lap momentarily.

She giggled.

“Oh, I have all kinds of plans for you right here in this office,” he said wickedly. “I seem to recall you were asking whether you’d be spanked on the job?”

Her grin stretched even wider, lust flaming hotter.

He waggled his eyebrows. “You’d better dot your i’s and cross your t’s, Ms. Bell, or I’ll have you bent over this desk with your panties down before you can say ‘yes, sir,’ and you know Karen would hear everything.”

Her face grew warm, pulse racing. “I’ll be right back with that report, Mr. Stone,” she said, abandoning the crutches in favor of covering her ass and shooting him a look of pure heat over her shoulder.

Ben shiftedin his seat to accommodate his hardened cock. Working with Ashley was going to make every day torturous pleasure. It seemed strange how different he felt about working at Stone that day. He was a completely different person now. He was finally not just ready, but enthusiastic to do right by his brother’s company.

Ashley returned, carrying her laptop and he realized she wasn’t using her crutches. He shouldn’t have sent her running back and forth—he should have just gone into her office, but he knew she loved the boss/assistant dynamic.

She dropped back into his lap.