Richard was a man who got what he wanted, and he was not above taking it. His secretary, Emily, was an intelligent, ambitious woman who had been the target of his attentions since the day she began working for him. Richard was obscene, rude, and occasionally inappropriate, but his power at the company ensured no one could touch him. Emily hated him for it, and their relationship was usually tense and adversarial.
One afternoon, as Emily was typing a report, Richard appeared and stood behind her, his warm breath on the back of her neck. “What’s this word here?” he asked, pointing to a word that was spelled adequately on the screen. Emily swung around to face him, her expression puzzled. “That’s spelled correctly, sir,” she replied, trying to keep irritation out of her voice.
Richard scoffed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s not. You’ve made an error, and you know what you do when you make an error, don’t you?” He did not pause for an answer before he pulled her onto his lap and flipped her skirt up. Emily cried out as his hand came down on her ass with a sharp report that echoed in the quiet office. “Ow! That hurts!” she complained, squirming in his lap.
“Good,” Richard muttered, his voice low and threatening. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before making such a careless error.” He spanked her again, his hand cracking loudly against her flesh. Emily cried out, her body tensing as she tried to escape him. Richard held her fast in place, his other hand clamping onto her thigh as he continued to spank her, each slap harder than the last.
“You need to learn your lesson, you naughty girl,” he taunted, his voice a low growl. “Your butt is mine to spank when I want. Maybe if I spank you hard enough, you will learn to type correctly.”
He paused for a moment before unleashing a flurry of rapid, stinging smacks, each one harder than the last. Emily’s face flushed, and she could feel the heat radiating from her ass. Her eyes stung with tears, but she bit her lip to keep quiet. Richard’s breathing was in sharp bursts, and he eventually stopped, his chest rising and falling as he rubbed his hardness into her ass.
“That’s a good girl,” he muttered, before stepping back and straightening his clothing. Emily quickly smoothed her skirt, face aflame and heart pounding. She hated him, and the humiliation angered her all the more.
Days turned into weeks, and Richard seized every excuse to spank Emily. A misplaced comma, a smudge on a report, a misspelling in an email—anything was an excuse for him to bend her over his desk or pull her onto his lap and administer his “punishment.” Emily’s bottom was often sore, a reminder of Richard’s dominance and her own helplessness. He would mark her white skin with red handprints, a stamp of his ownership and dominance. Emily would glare at him, her eyes flashing with resentment and anger, but Richard seemed only to enjoy her defiance all the more.
One evening, after a particularly trying day, Richard asked Emily to stay late for a “special project.” As they worked, Richard’s hands began to roam. He traced the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Emily tried to focus on her work, but that was impossible when Richard’s touch sent shivers down her spine. She could feel herself growing wet, her body betraying her even though she hated him.
Richard noticed her reaction, and a wicked smile spread across his lips. “You like that, don’t you?” he snarled, his voice low and husky. Emily did not have time to answer before he swung her chair around so that she faced him. He unzipped his pants, his erection springing out.
“Suck it,” he commanded, his voice not allowing any argument.
Emily hesitated for a moment before taking him in her mouth. She savored the salt of his pre-cum, and she began to bob her head up and down, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage. Richard’s hands clenched in her hair, guiding her movements as he groaned in ecstasy.
“That’s a good girl,” he breathed, his hips thrusting to meet her mouth. “You’re such a good little assistant, aren’t you? Always so eager to please. You love taking my cock in your mouth, don’t you? Admit it.”
Emily jerked back, her eyes flashing with anger.
“I hate you,” she spat.
Richard just laughed, a dark, mocking sound. “You can hate me all you want, but your body tells a different story.” He pushed her head back down, making her resume. “Now, be a good girl and finish the job.”
Suddenly, Richard pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk. He flung her skirt up and tore her thong off, his searing breath scorching the nape of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you now, Emily,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. He entered her with one forceful thrust, his hands on her hips as he pounded into her.
Emily cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her. Richard’s thrusts were relentless, his body slamming against hers as he took what he wanted. He reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles as he continued to fuck her.
“You’re mine, Emily,” he snarled, his voice low and raspy. “Every part of you is mine. Your pussy is mine to fuck when I please. You may hate me, but you cannot deny the feel of this being good.”
Emily’s body clenched, and she came with a scream, her orgasm ripping through her so hard that her legs nearly collapsed. Richard soon followed, his body shuddering as he poured into her. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Emily felt his heart pounding against her back, and she took a deep breath, trying to rein in her runaway thoughts. She hated him, but her body lied, craving more of his touch.
A few days later, they were at an upscale dinner with a potential client. The restaurant was elegant, the food heavenly, but Emily couldn’t manage to unwind and enjoy any of it. Throughout dinner, Richard’s hand would wander, groping her thigh under the table or brushing against her breast. She would shift uncomfortably, trying to hide her discomfort, but Richard seemed to enjoy pushing her boundaries.
As dinner wore on, Richard’s touches became more insistent. He leaned in, his voice a low whisper in her ear, “You know what I want, Emily. You know what I’m thinking about right now.” His hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers tracing the edge of her thong. Emily tensed, her breath catching as she tried to maintain a polite smile for the client, who was oblivious to the drama between them.
Richard’s hand dipped lower, and he discovered her wet and ready beneath her shame. He taunted her, his fingers drawing circles around her clit as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Such a good girl, Emily. So wet for me. I’ll bet you’re thinking about my cock, aren’t you? About how it feels to be filled by me. You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you? In the bathroom, quick and dirty.”
Emily’s face reddened, and she wriggled in her seat, trying to hide her growing arousal. Richard’s touch was persistent, his fingers penetrating her, curving to hit that sensitive place. She bit her lip to muffle the moan, her body clenching as she fought to maintain her dignity. The client seated opposite them was in his own little world, unaware of the sexual contact being made beneath the tablecloth.
Richard continued to finger her, his thumb pressing into her clit in a persistent rhythm that had her teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Come for me, Emily,” he whispered, his voice a low command. “Let me feel that tight pussy come all over my fingers.”
Emily’s body obeyed, her orgasm washing over her with a power that had her gasping. She had to clench her teeth on a moan, her fingers digging into the edge of the table as she rode the waves of pleasure. Richard withdrew his hand from her slowly, a smug grin twisting his features as he brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them with a lick, his eyes never leaving hers.
Later that evening, in the office, Emily was still reeling from the intensity of their encounter. She was at her desk, trying to focus on work, when she felt a presence behind her. Richard’s hands were on her shoulders, massaging gently before wandering down to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them through her blouse.
Emily leaned back in her chair, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the sensation. Richard’s hands moved lower, under her skirt and into her panties, his fingers searching for her clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.
“You’re so wet again, Emily,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire. “I love how your body responds to me.”
Emily groaned, her hips lifting slightly to give him better access. Richard’s hand slipped into her, his fingers curving to find that sensitive spot while his thumb continued to stroke her clit.
“That’s it, Emily,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. Then he removed his hand. “Finish that file,” he commanded. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said to Emily, who was left reeling.
The next morning, as Emily was settling into her desk, Richard walked in and stood behind her, his breath warm on the back of her neck.
“What is this sentence here?” he asked, pointing to a sentence on the screen, which, in her haste to finish the night before, was poorly written. Emily turned around, her puzzlement on her face. “I’m sorry, sir,” she replied, trying to keep the quake from her voice.
Richard shook his head. “You’ve made a grammatical error, and you know what you get when you make a mistake, don’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he dragged her onto his lap and flipped up her skirt.
Emily cried out as his hand descended across her ass, the slap echoing in the quiet office. “Ow! That hurts!” she yelped, squirming in his lap.
“Good,” Richard muttered, his voice low and menacing. “This is what happens when you’re not careful.”
He spanked her again, his palm cracking against her skin with a loud slap. Emily cried out, her body tensing as she tried to wrestle out of his grip. Richard held her fast, his other hand tight on her thigh as he continued to spank her, each slap harder than the last.
“You need to learn your lesson, you naughty girl,” he taunted, his voice a low growl. “I thought you were learning, my little assistant. We both know you enjoy what I do to you, but letting it interfere with your job? Naughty girl.”
He paused for a moment before raining down a series of fast, stinging smacks, each one harder than the last. Emily’s skin was a bright red, and she could feel the heat radiating from her ass. Her eyes teared up, but she bit her lip to keep from making a sound. Richard’s breathing was in rough bursts, and he eventually stopped, his chest heaving as he rubbed his hardness against her ass. He whispered, “That’s a good girl,” then moved back and rearranged his clothing.
Emily quickly smoothed her skirt, her face aflame and her heart pounding. Just as Emily was trying to compose herself, Richard’s hand slipped under her skirt again, his fingers finding her wet and ready despite her humiliation. He started to finger her, his fingers slipping inside of her, curving to strike that sensitive spot. Emily tried to hold it together, but it was hard with Richard’s skilled fingers striving to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
There was a quick knock at the door. Richard quickly withdrew his hand and, with a wicked smile, ducked under Emily’s desk, making his movements swift and silent. He positioned himself between her legs just as Mr. Thompson entered.
“Good morning, Emily,” Mr. Thompson said as he entered the room with a friendly smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
Emily forced a smile, her voice barely steady. “Not at all, Mr. Thompson. What can I do for you today?” she asked, her mind racing to compose herself, her face aflame as she felt Richard’s tongue begin to lick and suck at her pussy, his actions hidden from Mr. Thompson’s view.
Mr. Thompson handed her a folder. “I just want you to review these documents and let me know if everything is in order. It’s a bit urgent, so in case you could respond by the end of the day, that would be great.”
Emily took the folder, nodding enthusiastically. “Of course, Mr. Thompson. I’ll put this first and get it back to you as soon as possible.”
“Is everything okay, Emily?” Mr. Thompson asked, noticing her subtle flurry. “You seem a bit. distracted.”
Emily forced a smile, her voice a bit unsteady. “Oh, yes, everything is fine. I’m just a bit tired, that’s all. I’ll make sure to review these documents thoroughly and get back to you in good time.”
Richard, out of sight, continued his oral assault, his fingers slipping in her, curving to hit that sensitive spot. Emily had to bite her lip to keep herself from audibly moaning, her body trembling with the effort of maintaining professional demeanor.
Mr. Thompson nodded, his eyes still looking at her with interest. “Alright, well, I’ll leave you to it. End of the day.”
“Yes, Mr. Thompson. Thank you,” Emily replied, her voice a little breathless.
As soon as Mr. Thompson had left the room, Emily let out a low moan, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. Richard’s tongue was relentless, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, only to continue again. Emily’s breath came in short pants, and she could feel her body tensing, ready to explode.
“Come for me, Emily,” Richard snarled from under the desk, his voice husky. “Let me feel that sweet pussy come all over my tongue.”
Emily’s body obeyed, her orgasm sweeping over her with such force that she had to bite back a cry, her hands tightening on the edge of her desk as she struggled to ride out the pleasure waves. Richard withdrew slowly from under the desk, a satisfied smile on his face as he wiped her juices from his chin.
“That was close,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “But you took it like a pro.”
Emily could only nod, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She hated Richard, but her body betrayed her, craving more of his touch.
As the weeks passed, Emily found that her loathing of Richard was slowly transforming.
She still detested his coarse behavior and unwelcome groping, but some part of her looked forward to their encounters, craved the pleasure he could give. One night, when they were late in the office, Richard pulled her into his arms, his lips descending on hers. Emily melted into him, her body responding to his touch as he sat her on his desk, hiking up her skirt and sliding into her in the same movement. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips battering hers as he slammed into her.
Emily’s legs wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back as she met his thrusts with her own. Their breathing was in ragged gasps, their skin slick with sweat as they rocked together, the desk creaking under their weight. Richard’s hand slid between them, his fingers wrapping around her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Emily’s body clenched, and she shrieked as she came, her orgasm ripping through her with such force that she saw stars. Richard wasn’t far behind, his body bucking as he came inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. Emily threaded her fingers through his hair, smiling softly as she stared up at the ceiling, her head reeling with mixed emotions. She still hated him, but she also. Didn’t. It was a confused mess of loathing and longing, and she had no clue what to do with it. Their dynamic continued to evolve, a complex dance of power and pure lust. Emily learned to navigate Richard’s advances, accepting them at times and deflecting them at others. She discovered that she had more power than she thought, and Richard, for all his rough exterior, wasn’t averse to allowing her the power to set the terms.
In the end, Emily’s journey with Richard was one of self-discovery and empowerment. She learned to take control of her urges and utilize them to her advantage, turning a situation that once made her nervous into one that made her feel powerful and, dare she say, happy. The enemies-to-lovers transition was intense and passionate, making their connection all the stronger.
