FORCED TO BE MY BOSS'S SIDE PIECE.

Punishment for Disobeying

Well's POV

I buzzed her desk phone four times. No answer. Five. Still nothing. By the sixth ring my jaw was locked so tight it could explode.

The little red light on my console kept blinking like it was mocking me. I had given her clear instructions less than two hours ago. The Meridian package. The private board meeting. Simple tasks for someone who claimed she could handle the pressure.

Apparently not.

I shoved my chair back hard enough that it hit the wall and strode out of my office. Her door was cracked open. I pushed it wider without knocking.

She was slumped in the chair behind her desk, snoring lightly. Her wavy blonde hair spilled over one shoulder, catching the morning light that came through the window. It looked soft and healthy. The kind of hair a man might want to fist while he—

I stopped in the doorway and just watched her for a long minute. Or maybe two.

Yesterday I had f****d her fat ass in my office like she was nothing more than a convenient hole. I could still picture the recoils on her ass, and the sound of my thighs slapping her butt still echoed in my ears.

I came inside her and ordered her to leave. I had told her it meant nothing. And truly, it hadn’t.

But looking at her now…exhausted, vulnerable, obviously knocked out from all the stress I'd put her through between yesterday and today…guilt tried to surface.

I had pushed her hard. Harder than necessary. The memory of her tight p***y clamping around me made my c**k twitch against my zipper. I crushed the feeling immediately.

I did not hire a secretary so I could feel sorry for her. I hired her to work.

I walked over, planted my right hand on the edge of her desk, and slammed my left down beside her head.

She jerked upright so hard the chair rolled back. Her eyes flew open, unfocused, still half-trapped in whatever dream she was having. Her voice came out small and terrified, cracked with sleep.

“Please don’t slap me, Peter—I’ll do the dishes, please—I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

I froze.

Peter.

Whoever the f**k Peter was, the pure fear in her voice made something dark and protective flare in my chest. I wanted to find the bastard and pin him to a wall by his throat. The image of anyone putting hands on her in anger—anyone who wasn’t me—didn’t sit right with me at all.

She blinked rapidly, still disoriented, chest rising and falling too fast. Then recognition slid into her eyes. The color drained from her face as she realized where she was and who was standing over her.

“Mr. Kylo—” She scrambled to smooth her skirt down, stood up too quickly, and almost knocked the chair over. “I’m—I must have—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep—”

“Sit down.”

She sat.

I stared down at her. “I called you six times. You ignored every single one.”

“I didn’t hear—”

“You were asleep at your desk during work hours. Do you have any idea how unacceptable that is?”

She swallowed. “Yes, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“The Meridian report.” I held out my hand. “Give it to me.”

Her eyes flicked to the dark computer screen, then back to my face. The fear that flooded them was instant. My c**k hardened so fast it almost hurt.

“I… I don’t have it ready yet.”

Silence stretched. I let it.

“You don’t have it.”

“I tried. After I left your office this morning—”

“I don’t want another excuse about whatever reason you have.” I stepped around the desk until I was standing directly in front of her chair. She had to tip her head back to meet my eyes. “I gave you an order. You failed. Again. And instead of working, you decided to take a nap.”

Her lower lip trembled once before she pressed it flat. “I’m sorry.”

The apology did nothing for me. The fear in her eyes, though—that did everything. Heat pooled low in my gut. I reached down and cupped her chin, forcing her to keep looking at me.

“You need a reminder of what happens when you disappoint me.”

Her breath hitched. “Mr. Kylo—”

“On your knees.”

She stared at me for one stunned second. I saw the exact moment she understood I was serious. The fight drained out of her posture. Slowly, she slid out of the chair and sank to the carpet in front of me.

I unzipped my pants and freed my c**k. It was already thick and hard. I wrapped my hand around the base and tapped it once on her bottom lip.

“Open.”

She parted her lips. I pushed in immediately, sliding over her tongue until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away.

Good.

I fisted a handful of that shiny blonde hair and held her still.

“This is what happens when you ignore me,” I said gruffly. “When you fall asleep on the job I assigned to you. When you fail to deliver what I asked for.” I pulled back and thrust in deeper again. “You take this c**k in your f*****g mouth to get rid of those one thousand excuses.”

Tears spilled over her lashes. She made a small, choked sound around my c**k. I f****d her mouth relentlessly, watching the way her lips stretched, the way saliva began to drip down her chin. Every time she tried to pull back for air I tightened my grip and pushed deeper.

“Look at me while you suck.”

Her watery eyes lifted to mine. The submission in them made my balls draw up so tight. I could still feel the grip of her cunt from yesterday as her wet, warm mouth worked on me.

Now I was going to paint her throat.

“You’re going to swallow my c*m,” I told her. “And then you’re going to get back to work and finish that f*****g report before I have to ask for it again. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded as best she could with my c**k buried in her mouth.

I lost the last of my restraint. Both hands in her hair, I f****d her face harder, chasing my release. The wet sounds, the way her throat convulsed around me, the helpless little noises she made—it all slammed into me at once.

I came with a low groan, pulsing thick spurts of c*m straight down her throat. She swallowed convulsively, her eyes squeezed shut, until I finally pulled free.

A thin string of saliva and c*m still connected her bottom lip to the head of my c**k. I wiped it away with my thumb and put in my mouth, tucking myself back into my pants.

She stayed on her knees, breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shiny.

I looked down at her and felt nothing but cold satisfaction.

“Get up. Fix your face. And have that report on my desk within the hour. If it’s late again, the next punishment won’t be this gentle.”

I turned and walked out of her office without another word, high on control.