Caught watching porn

“I need to speak with Mr. Young immediately. This is Richmond from Gucci. He’ll want to take this call.”

I gulped and looked over toward Mr. Pompous-Sexy-Asshole’s door and pegged him to be the type of boss who didn’t want to be bothered, but I patched him through anyway.

“I’ll transfer you now,” I said as I pressed the top button with the initials W.Y. next to it. Then I hung up the phone and blew out a breath. This was not the best start to my first day. Fuck me.

The end of the day was finally nearing and I had answered more phone calls in an eight-hour day than I had in an entire year combined. Who were all those people? And if Mr. Pompous-Sexy-Asshole had me running on one more stupid, petty errand, I was going to pull my hair out.

First, he had me run to grab his dry cleaning. Then I had to run and get his lunch which he didn’t want by the time I returned. And let’s not forget about the errand that consisted of me running paperwork down to the basement where this department didn’t even exist. What. An. Asshole.

I noticed a lot of people were closing up their offices and desks and the entire floor was clearing out. Should I also leave? Nobody was looking over at me and something told me that I should wait until the boss told me that it was okay to do so. I felt like I couldn’t breathe without permission, so there was no way I was leaving until he gave the go-ahead. How am I ever going to make it through the entire three months under this man’s power?

I was bored nearly to tears waiting for the okay to leave and every soul I had once seen buzzing through the office was now gone. I was the only one left. The phone had finally stopped ringing an hour ago so I leaned back in my chair and pulled out my cell phone. It probably wasn’t professional to do this, but I searched my favorite porn site, anticipating the moment I could go home and pleasure myself. It had been a long day and after a year of boring sex, I felt like I deserved a good orgasm.

As I scrolled through the site, I found a few that I was interested in and saved them for later. A lot of them involved BDSM, and I secretly wished I could find a man to be comfortable enough to do these things to me, but as it was looking, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Most men weren’t that comfortable with themselves to explore such things.

Then someone cleared their throat behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. My phone went flying and I sat straight up before I looked over my shoulder to find none other than Mr. Pompous-Sexy-Asshole standing there. How long had he been there? How did I not see or hear him? Oh my God. How red are my cheeks right now?

The look on his face told me he had seen what I was looking at on my phone and now I didn’t think I’d ever be able to look him in the eyes again.

But his expression surprised me. He looked pleased while a grin tugged on his lips and a flash of desire sparkled in his gaze when he looked down at me.

“Is your job boring you, Millie?” He asked with an aroused rasp in his tone. It sent chills straight down between my legs as I pictured what it might feel like to have his face there while he rambled dirty things to me; the vibration of his deep voice sending me over the edge.

Holy shit, Millie, get your head out of the gutter!

“I...” I had no idea what to say.

He rounded the desk and picked my phone up from the floor, but before giving it back to me, he looked down at the screen as he scrolled with his thumb. His eyebrow arched in surprise as he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“There are pretty naughty videos for a sweet girl like you,” he rasped as he finally handed me my phone.

Sweet girl? I mentally snorted. This man has no idea how not sweet I am.

I took the phone from him, but he kept his hand on it as he glared down at me.

“You should be careful who you let see that.” He released my phone before he turned and walked back into his office, shutting the door behind him.

Holy shit. My new and very temporary boss just caught me looking at porn. And not just any porn... BDSM, choke you and whip you porn. This was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t think I can ever face that man again

Instead of watching the saved porn videos, as soon I walked to my home, i ended up searching for videos with men that looked like my new boss. I’m not even a little ashamed. I just couldn’t help it and finding a man that looked like him while I used my new purple vibrating dildo, I had one of the best orgasms I’d had in months. So, as you can imagine, I woke up feeling like I was on top of the world the next morning.

After putting on a tight black pencil skirt and a tight grey blouse that showed a bit of my cleavage, I slid into my expensive Louis Vuitton’s and headed for the door. I was feeling feisty today and wanted to show my new boss just how good I could be. All while feeling and looking like a million bucks.

The office was milling with people again as I exited the elevator and headed toward my desk, or rather, my prison, and took a seat. I turned on the computer and started getting ready for the day, but it was short-lived when Mr. Pompous-Sexy-Asshole came barreling down the hallway, exuberating strong energy that sent a chill down my spine. He was sporting his normal asshole glare at anyone who passed by him and then his glare landed on me. Shit.

“Ms. Knight, if I could have a word with you.” He motioned toward his office and I quickly stood and rounded the desk, not wanting to piss him off this early in the morning on my second day on the job.

“Good morning, Mr. Pom... Young.” I almost made a fool of myself but recovered quickly. He shot me a questioning glare, though. “Wh-what can I d-do for you?” I stuttered. This man had a habit of making me more nervous than anyone I’d ever met before.

He cocked an eyebrow as a wicked smile spread across his face while his eyes slid over me like I was dessert. Or perhaps I was just imagining that.

“I have a meeting in the city today and would like you to join me. I’ll need you to take notes as I speak. Do you think you can handle that?” He asked, never taking his eyes from mine.

I slowly nodded. “Yeah. I mean... yes, sir.” He let out a small groan and really cocked a brow at me. Wait, did he just groan at me? What the hell was that all about?

“Good.” He picked up his phone and began dialing before he glared over at me, standing there like an idiot. “We’re done here, Ms. Knight.”

“Right.” I spun on my Louis Vuitton’s and nearly tripped due to my shaky legs and quickly left his office before I closed the door behind me.