Armand's Assistant

Thursday

 9:30 AM

Damn, I’m late, I thought punching the elevator button, and of course, it had to be today of all days. Thursday was the day when the partners met to discuss the cases they were currently working on. There won’t be any surprise today; Calderon hated tardiness, by anyone and especially on Thursday. My not being on time meant he would not have his updates in front of him. I could blame it on him, but that would be lame, after all, he didn’t keep me up late last night, on the other hand, if it hadn’t been for our little web conference yesterday, I would have had to pull out the rabbit. The elevator door to open, the first person I saw was Julia, the firm secretary sitting at my desk, going through my files, not a pleasant sight, especially considering that the woman and I didn’t get along.

‘Your late” she said without looking up.

No s**t, I thought to move behind my desk “Traffic” I lied opening the bottom drawer of my desk dropping my purse inside before closing it. “What are you looking for?”

“Mr. Calderon needs this week’s updates… staff meeting remember” she said dryly          “Here they are,” I told her retrieving a pile from the top drawer of my desk

“Good, he’s waiting…” In other words, take them to him yourself; it wasn’t her job. 

“No problem,” I said, forcing a small smile, “don’t forget to log off my computer, I’m here now.”

“Trust me, and I will, I have my job to do.”

Without another word, files in hand, I walked down the hallway toward the conference room. Stopping outside momentarily, reminding myself to breathe before pushing the door open and walking in. No one looked up; I don’t expect them to, not with Calderon in the office. I walked over to the head of the large conference table and took the empty seat next to Mr. Calderon. He didn’t even look over at me…that meant only one thing he was angry “great” I thought, this was going to be a long-ass meeting and an even longer day.

“You were late,” Calderon said once the meeting was over, and everyone but us had left the conference room

“I’m sorry…” I began trying to explain why I was late, only for Calderon to interrupt me abruptly

“Stop,” he said holding up a hand “I’m not looking for excuses… let’s not make it a habit.”

“Of course not sir… is there’s anything else I need to get back to my desk,” I replied as professionally as I could, wanting nothing more than to slap the s**t out of him? I was late because he decided he needed a show and now he was angry because I was a few minutes late, the bastard.

“I will call you if I need you,” he said, dismissing me.         

“You do that, sir” I mumble walking away, making sure he hadn’t heard me.

“Ms. Morgan,” he called out when I reached the door.

“Yes, sir,” I said without looking back at him.

“You still owe me a date.”

You got to be f*****g kidding me I thought, after that little episode, he still wanted a date “really, try collecting it” I replied sharply wanting him to know I was my pissed. That was the second mistake, the first was not looking back, he was right behind me, suddenly, I felt the weight of his body pressing against mine, pushing me up against the door, and my hands flew up against the wall seeking support he crushed me against the door.

“f****d” I cursed

“Not yet…” he whispered, his breath scorching my ear.

Instantly I felt the hot liquid rush out of my p***y. I bent my head, looked down on the floor expecting to see my juices pouring out of me, the stop beneath me was dry, not for long I thought, feeling every inch of me coming alive

“You were saying?” he demanded, his hand between my legs, moving up, under my skirt “that sounded like a dare to me, was it, Ms. Morgan.”

I pushed my ass out, wanting to feel him, wanting him to touch me, “Sir…” I

began 

“Armand…” he reminded me, “say it.”

“Hmmm…what?”

“My name is Armand…” he repeated, “I want to hear you say my name.”

“I can’t…” I said hoarsely pressing my hands against the wall “I won’t.”

“You will…” he said as the hand between my legs palm my wet p***y and squeezed, almost lifting me off the floor. “You will say my name and not just once but over and over and over again, I promise you” his voice was firm, threatening, intoxicating, like well-aged wine, I felt drunk.

 “No,” I said, moving my head from side to side, “I won’t.”

“Defiant till the end… I like that but you Ms. Morgan know me better than anyone, and I always win” he teased, inserting a finger into my aching hole, moving it in and out slowly driving me insane with need. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes”

“Then say it, tell me what you want Jade.”

“Do it,” I whispered leaning my upper body against the wall and pushing my ass out “f**k me now” not caring what he may have thought of me at this point.

“My name,” he said, this time removing his hand from between my legs “not until you call me my name.”

“f**k it” I hissed turning around to face him “f**k me, Armand… f**k me now,” I pleaded as I reach out to put him closer.

“No,” He said calmly stepping out of my reach and adjusting his the tie around his neck.

“No,” I huffed, unable to believe what had just come out of his mouth. It was as if he had just slapped me in the face “What the… but I said your name”

“Yes, you did, I told you, you would; however, I don’t reward tardiness or excuse them, what I do expect is compensation,” he said pulling down the zipper of his pants

“Compensation, the f**k… no” I snapped it was my turn to be difficult; he wanted to play a game, fine, let’s play.

“You’re mistaken Ms. Morgan, and it’s not a request, it’s an order …you own me thirty-five minutes… time to pay up.”

Who was I kidding, suddenly my lips went dry. I wanted him, more and importantly, I wanted his c**k inside my throbbing p***y, f*****g me and yes, I’m going to scream his name over and over and over again, until I lose my voice. I want him.  Kneeling in front of Calderon, I undid his belt buckle, and then pulled pants, and drawers down his legs, to his ankle. His c**k out stood erect was already swollen hard begging to be touched. I wrap my fingers around his c**k; it was warm, smooth, and big. Wow! I thought slowly moving my hand up and down the length of his c**k, smiling with great satisfaction when I heard him moan. Drops of pre-c*m, leaked out from the tip of the head, moving my mouth forward, I licked the liquid off and swallowed, running my tongue over my lips and looking up at him at the same time, his eyes were closed, he was enjoying this, good I thought the perfect time for an exit.  

“Don’t even think about it” he grunted somehow reading my thoughts, “finish” he commanded, burying his fingers in my hair. 

“It was just a thought,” I mumbled. Hell, there was no way I was going to deny myself this treat, and I had other plans for that gorgeous c**k. Opening my mouth, I slowly ran my tongue up, and down the length of his c**k, I would feel the muscles moving I could hear him moaning, sweet music to my ears. I pulled back a little before taking the head of his c**k into my mouth, sucking, circling the tip with my tongue, teasing the fingers gripping my hair became tighter I could feel his growing in my fingers. 

“All of it Jade” Calderon moaned pushing his hip forward “all the way.”

“As you wish” I purred opening wide, taking his hard swollen c**k inside my warm mouth, down my throat, wrapping one hand around his leg for support I began to move back and forth keeping a steady rhythm with my fingers, slow, in and out faster and faster, until I felt the hot liquid rush down my throat. 

“Was that enough compensation for you?” I asked smiling

“It will have to do for now,” he said, adjusting his clothes “will consider it an appetizer.”

“Just an appetizer” fixing my clothes, “what would you consider a full course.”

“My office at five for a full demonstration.”

“You are the boss.” 

“That I am” he replied, smiling mischievously.

“What?” I asked, “do I have something on my face?” 

“I can’t think of anything hotter than you walking around with my c*m on your face, “however” wiping the liquid off my face “I don’t think it matches office décor.”

“I know another place that needs cleaning.” 

“My office at five.”

4:45 PM

Precisely at 4:45 PM, I reached for the phone on my desk, called Human Recourse complaining of a headache. Ten minutes later, I was on my way home to a long warm bath getting f****d by Calderon in his office would no doubt be the highlight of my day, however after his little performance that morning, I believe it was time for some payback.