I sat down on the corner of Mr Bennet’s large oak desk, slightly opening my legs to expose my shaved clean cunt to him.
I wanted to feel his hands on my body again. To feel his feel his strength and confidence as used me as he pleased. I longed for it.
I didn’t have to wait long before he extended his hand towards my knee, softly tracing a finger over it before quickly moving his hand onto my exposed inner thigh. His touch was electric and sent a small shiver of anticipation over my entire body. I arched my hips slightly, pushing open my legs a little more trying to entice him to arrive at my cunt quicker. His hand slowed, grasping roughly at my thigh. I closed my eyes and thought back to how quickly this situation with Mr Bennet had a risen over the last few weeks.
It started with a simple mistake, my simple mistake. A mistake that cost the business…
“Tiffany, can you come in here please.” Mr Bennet calmly, but loudly said through the door.
“Yes, Mr Bennet.” I replied, quickly heading into his office. “How can I help you?” I asked.
“Please shut the door and take a seat.” He motioned me towards one of the large chairs in front of his large oak desk. I sat down, crossing my legs slightly with my notepad and pen in hand ready to take down the mornings tasks, or so I thought. I wasn’t ready for what happened next.
“Tiffany, it has come to my attention that the report for the Goldstein account went out uncorrected.” He stated in a deep stern voice staring directly at me from across the desk. “I have just got off the phone with Frank Goldstein and he is furious. He is threatening to leave us and sue the company.” He paused for a second.
“Mr Bennet, I” I started to comment.
“Tiffany, did you know its a god damn multi-million dollar account for the company?” He questioned me.
“Yes Mr Ben..”
“I know that I marked the report up with the changes. How could you have been so incompetent to miss them?” His tone had changed. He was visible angry and upset by this. “Well? What have you go to say for yourself?” He asked.
“Umm … I… I… I guess, ” I stuttered.
“You what?” He boomed back at me. “You fucked up. That’s it plain and simple. Now I have to fix this problem, if I can.”
“Yes Mr Bennet, I … I … ” I stuttered again.
“Tiffany, I don’t want to hear it. No excuses. You have greatly disappointed me.” He said in a more calm tone. “Please leave now.” He returned his focus to his computer and began typing away at it. Leaving my stunned. I didn’t move fore a moment, but thought better to leave than stay for a second berating.
I quietly go up from the chair, turned and made my way to the door. I was shattered, holding back tears.
Not only shattered by my mistake, but shattered that I had let Mr Bennet down so much. His words “Tiffany you have greatly disappointed me”, as he stared at me and shook his head, echoed over and over in my head walked back to my desk outside his office. I sat down at my desk and stared at my computer screen. I could see my reflection in my screen. I started to sob. I covered my eyes with my hands and sobbed uncontrollably into them.
As I sat there sobbing into my hands, I felt a firm hand grasp my shoulder from behind.
“Tiffany, I am sorry for scolding you in there.” Mr Bennet said in a soft whisper. “It has been a tough week, and,” he paused briefly before continuing, “well, it wasn’t your fault the report went out uncorrected. It was mine.”.
I turned around towards him, he still had a stern look on his face.
“Oh Mr Bennet, thank-you.” I sobbed. “But I didn’t make the changes as you requested.” I sobbed again. “So, I know its my fault.”
“How about we agree to disagree?”
“That sounds good Mr Bennet.” I murmured through my sobs as a small smile came over my face. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
“Well…” he paused again before continuing his statement “how about you go and freshen up and then we go and get a bite to eat?”
Lunch was pleasant, Mr Bennet again profusely apologies for berating me and explained that he was under significant pressure at work and had just lost it over this. After explained the situation, we moved past the issue and we both relaxed. For an hour and a half, we actually seemed to forget about work. In fact , it was one of the few times that I had actually seen Mr Bennet slow down from work and interact with me on a personal level. Which given the circumstances was a great distraction given that not more than an hour ago I was being berated.
At the end of lunch, as we started to walk back to the office, he again grabbed my shoulder with his firm hand and told me not to worry about the situation – he would handle it.
A few hour later he called me into his office.
“Tiffany, I have a solution for the Goldstein account.” He exclaimed. “But…” he paused briefly, “… I need you to stay back late tonight to work on the proposal with me. If we can get this finished by tomorrow, then we might be able to save the account.”
Now, I sat on his desk totally exposed to him, waiting for him to use me.
In just over three weeks I had gone from being his Executive Assistant to his little fuck toy – ready to be used as he pleased – and I couldn’t get enough of it. His dark eyes stared intensely into mine. His eyes were so mesmerising and I dared not turn away from his stare. As he continued to stare into my eyes, he slowly leaned in closer to me, and his hand edged closer to my cunt. It took all my strength to not put my hand on his and direct it straight to my cunt.