Sons of Flame MC - Redemption (17 page)

"Oh, really? And here I thought a strange woman had just burst into my office to stare at me."

Annette blushed, embarrassed, her crimson colouring only deepening as she saw him notice her discomfort.

"Well? What do you think? It's no fun if you look and don't tell me."

He stood and turned slowly on the spot, allowing Annette to sneak a glance at his tight butt. He finished his little pirouette and sat back down again, leaning back and crossing his arms, waiting for her response.

Annette shuffled on the spot uncomfortably, unsure what to say.

"Er.....very nice." she mumbled lamely, hating that he'd been able to so easily make her feel so small.

He put on an air of disappointment at her words.

"Nice? That's it? I thought I'd chosen one of this company's best and brightest. Maybe I need to adjust my expectations of you, Miss White."

Annette felt a flare of anger race through her at his words, a determination to prove him wrong. She began to defend herself.

"I guarantee you that you won't need -"

He cut in, interrupting her.

"I'll be the judge of that. Now, a few ground rules before we get started. First, you call me 'Sir'. Second, you do as I say without arguments or questions. Third, I need you to be available 24/7. Give me your cell number and your home number."

He pushed a small notepad across the table.

"Write them on here. Finally, you answer to me, and only to me.
I
have the final say in anything that happens in my company."

He took a breath, and fixed her with those eyes again.

"Any questions?"

Annette had about a dozen, but his expression told her that it wouldn't be a good idea to ask them.

"None. Sir."

He looked satisfied at her words, and watched her as she wrote her telephone numbers down on the pad. When she had finished, he gestured over to a small side-room attached to the office.

"Your first task as my assistant is over there. I have a meeting later this morning. My suit is in there, and it needs pressing. Quickly please."

Hearing his request, Annette could only stop and look at him. He sat, waiting for her to obey his command.

Was this some sort of test? He didn't actually need her to press his suit, she knew. He probably had all of his clothes prepared at home by professional dry-cleaners.

No, Annette decided. He
was
testing her. Gauging her willingness to obey him. She could see it in his eyes as he silently watched her, waiting for her to obey. A fierce determination welled up inside Annette as she realised what he was doing, and that he had probably done it many times before. She would not fail as all the others before her had.

She finished deliberating and met his eyes. Whatever he saw in them obviously pleased him, because he smiled in satisfaction.

"Yes Sir" Annette said, and made her way to the side office where the already-pristine suit waited.

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T
he tests of her loyalty started innocuously enough. Mr White would set Annette small and trivial tasks, far beneath her abilities. One day he asked her to remove all the staples from a huge stack of paperwork. The onerous task took hours, and Annette's hands were clawed and cramped by the time she'd finished. She took the stack of papers and set them on his desk, pronouncing, "I've finished, sir." She couldn't help but allow a measure of relief to enter her voice.

He looked up, hearing her tone, and frowned at her. Annette marvelled for the hundredth time at his extraordinary good-looks; even something as innocuous as a frown was made sublime by the set of his features.

"Glad to be finished are you? Well, don't celebrate just yet."

He paused to let her stew.

"I want fresh staples in every sheet. And I want it done by the end of the day."

Annette wanted to grab him by the tie and yank him towards her over the desk. She wanted to yell in his face and slap him.

But she didn't. He'd win if she did that.

"Yes Sir."

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A
fter a few weeks of this, when he seemed satisfied that she was obedient to him, he stepped up the game.

Every morning when Annette arrived in his office, she'd find Mr White already there, sitting at his desk. He'd greet her, and before long would set her that day's task.

One morning however, a month or so after becoming his assistant, Annette opened the door to find him standing just inside the threshold. She nearly cried out when she opened the door to find him looming over her.

With a start, Annette realised that she'd never been this physically close to him in all the time she'd been working in his office. She could smell the scent he'd chosen that morning - no doubt fabulously expensive, but it was spicy and musky.

He had almost a foot of height over her, and they were stood so close that Annette could simply lean a little bit forward and nestle her head in his chest. She was surprised at the strength of her compulsion to do exactly that, but thankfully resisted.

She looked up, and was immediately overwhelmed by his intense eyes. She was in his thrall, and she couldn't help it.

He spoke, and his words commanded her.

"I want to have a look at you. Turn around, slowly."

Annette found herself complying automatically, powerless to resist him. She began to turn, and when her back was facing him, she felt his hands clasp her shoulders to bring her to a stop. The contact sent a thrill through her, and she trembled under his touch. If he noticed, he did not let her know.

Annette did not know how long they stood there like that, his hands resting on her. It could have been seconds, or minutes, but she was completely absorbed in his smell and his touch.

Eventually, his voice broke the spell.

"Tomorrow, I want you to wear a shorter skirt. Much shorter."

His hands left her shoulders, and then one came suddenly to rest on her upper thigh. A tingling sensation appeared in Annette's lower belly, leaving her breathless.

"About here should be fine."

And with that, his hands left her body and he walked away. He didn't seem to be aware of his effect on her - or, more likely, he was used to it.

Annette was left standing there, wondering what the hell had just happened. She could still feel exactly where he'd touched her leg. Nobody had ever been able to so effortlessly strip away her defences like that, to leave her so helpless and compliant.

And he'd done with only a light touch and a few words.

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A
nnette felt extremely self-conscious as she walked into the lobby the next morning. After a despairing look at her wardrobe the night before, she'd had to go out and buy a skirt short enough to comply with Mr White's demand.

It barely covered her ass, and she constantly felt as if she needed to tug it down to preserve her modesty. She could feel the stares as people tracked her progress, and she tried to ignore them, walking purposefully with her head held high.

When she reached his office, Conrad White was sat in his usual position behind his desk. He smiled as he saw the skirt.

"Good. I like that skirt. Wear it every day from now on."

"Yes Sir." Annette replied, still feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

He had her run a few errands in the morning that involved visiting various employees throughout the building. Nobody said anything, but Annette could see the burning questions behind their eyes as she spoke with them. She didn't offer any explanation as to her sudden change in attire, and by the end of the morning even began to enjoy the attention that the skirt was getting her. She felt sexy and empowered, while everyone around her seemed to look dreary and drab in comparison.

Eventually, she'd seen everyone that she needed to, and returned to find Mr White waiting for her.

Annette could see that the large bookcase against one wall had been upset, with dozens of books lying in an untidy heap on the floor.

She was puzzled as to what had happened, but did not ask. Mr White did not look angry or ruffled, as he might have if he'd swept the books onto the floor in a fit of anger. He looked as calm and in control as ever, in fact.

"There has been an accident with the bookshelf, Annette. Tidy it up."

"Yes Sir."

As she went to the pile of books and leant down to retrieve the first heavy tome, Annette realised that she was going to find it very difficult to complete this task in such a short skirt.

No matter how delicately or elegantly she leaned down, she'd be exposing her underwear. At first, she tried her best to preserve her modesty, by holding one hand behind her as she leant down, but this made the task all the more awkward and onerous.

A few times, she peeked behind her to check if he was watching, and each time his attention seemed firmly fixed on the work he was doing at his desk.

After a minute or two of awkward and slow progress, Annette heard Mr White's impatient voice ring out from behind her.

"Hurry up Annette. You're being horrendously inefficient. Get on your hands and knees and do it
faster.
"

Annette took a breath, contemplated, and decided to throw caution to the wind. If that's what he wanted, that's exactly what she'd give him.

She dropped to her knees, and deliberately faced away from him, then leaned forward and began to gather the books. The skirt had rucked up, not entirely accidentally, and Annette knew that Mr White would be able to see her lacy white panties. She made a point of spreading her legs just slightly, to offer him a better view.

She worked in earnest, leaning forwards to grab handfuls of books, so that the skirt was forced ever higher. Annette discovered that she was actually getting quite a sexual thrill from exposing herself to Mr White in this way. She could feel just a little dampness beginning to appear between her legs as she worked, and she spread them just a little further apart.

Annette did not dare to look round and see what Mr White was doing. Her mind was filled with raunchy images of him staring, unable to take his eyes off the private show that she was giving him.

Finally, all the books were stacked neatly once more on the bookshelf, and with one last stretch Annette rose to her feet once more and smoothed down the skirt.

She turned to face him, half hoping and half expecting to see him with his mouth agape, his beautiful eyes caressing her body.

Instead, he still appeared completely focused on his work. Annette didn't even know if he'd noticed. If he had, he was putting on a great show of not being even remotely interested.

An unexpected wave of frustration rose within her. Why had he asked her to do such a silly task if he wasn't going to take any pleasure from it? From her? She wanted to go over and grab him by the shoulders and shake him.

But she didn't.

"Well done Annette." He said, without even looking up from the sheet of paper he appeared to be studying intensely. "You can go home early today. I don't require your services for the rest of the afternoon."

Through gritted teeth, Annette forced out her customary "Yes Sir" before quickly leaving the room.

She was in such a hurry that she didn't notice his eyes tracking her every movement, a small smile playing across his perfect lips.

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