The Boss's Demands

Blurb

Lisa Shawl knew her new job would be
demanding. She just didn’t understand how much. After being given her boss’
little sister’s wedding to plan, she’s given an opportunity she never thought
possible.
To be his submissive for a weekend.

Roland Valdez has wanted his new secretary
from the moment he hired her. He explains that he needs her to be his date to
the wedding. After learning that a Dom/sub relationship intrigues and turns her
on, he tells her to give him the weekend. Will she submit to his every need or
will he lose her forever?

The Boss’s Demands

By: Alyssa Fox

Copyright©
2013 Alyssa Fox

Cover Artist:
Clarissa Yeo

Alyssa
Fox

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The Boss’s Demands

By: Alyssa Fox

Chapter One

"Lisa, I need to see you in my office now."

Lisa Shawl jumped at her boss's voice, but recovered quickly
as she pressed the button on the intercom. "Yes, sir."

She stood, smoothed a hand down her gray pencil shirt, and
took a breath in, before she gathered the note pad and pencil from her desk. What
did he want so late in afternoon? He usually only asked her to come into his
office in the mornings to go over his schedule for the day. Most of the time he
worked outside the office anyway. There wasn't much need to be there, with this
being a security firm. That's one reason she liked the job. No one around to
have to make small talk with.

Her job in itself was a lonesome one. Most days she didn't
see anyone in person, except on the rare occasion when he met with a client
there. Lisa enjoyed the quietness of the work she did. The other employees came
in from time to time to get work tags for the jobs, but most of the time she
texted them all they needed to know. Except she didn't mind when Roland Valdez came
into the office. Yeah, like he'd look at her as anything else but his secretary.

She turned and walked to her boss’s door and knocked. Three
weeks into her new job and she still had trouble with focus when he came into
the office. The confident way he carried himself and how he held her attention
when they spoke, made her heart race. Lisa shook her head. She had to stop
thinking of him in a sexual way. It would serve her of no good to keep thinking
of ways she’d like him to fuck her.

“Come in.” His deep voice boomed from behind the door. She
wondered if his voice would sound that way in the bedroom as he fucked her.

She slipped in, shut the door, and made her way over to his
desk. “You needed to see me, sir?”

“Yes.” Roland pointed to the chair across
from him. “Sit down, please.” The white dress shirt clung to his chest, paired
with the red tie contrasted with his dark skin. His grey suit jacket hung on
the back of his chair. Yum! She wondered if had a bare chest or full of dark
hair. The thought had her burning to run her hands through his dark brown hair.
To be seated in his lap and under his touch. He’d be the dominant type. That
much she knew from the erotic books she had read.

Those long dark fingers made her mouth
water. She bet he'd used them to bring a lot of women pleasure. Deep down she
wanted to be one of those women. A shiver raced down her body at the thought.
Lisa crossed her ankles and waited for him. Who was she kidding? Of course he
had. He went through woman like people went through clothes.

Most nights he had a date with a
different woman. He always had her set up the dates and then at least twice
she'd been the person to deal with the women afterwards. The constant phone
calls of women who wanted to talk to him, and she'd have to come up with some
sort of excuse. Roland was the kind of man parents warned their daughters not
to date. Not that she listened anyway. Lisa pulled her thoughts back to the
present.

"How are the plans for my sister's
wedding coming along?"

She mentally went over the checklist in
her head before she responded, "Everything is going like it should. The
cake will be delivered Saturday morning, along with the flowers, food, and a
few other things." His dark-as-fudge eyes studied her. Her panties became
wet under his attention. Damn him and the way he made whoever he spoke to feel
like they were the only person in the room. This time she was the only person
in the room. She tried hard to concentrate on the business at hand and not the
erotic thoughts that floated around in her mind.

"Good. I really appreciate you doing
this for me." He leaned back in his chair before he went on. "You
have an eye for detail and I knew you were the best person for the job, even
though it’s more work for you in the long run." He smiled at her and it
made his eyes sparkle.

"Thank you, sir. I enjoyed doing
this for you."

Lisa needed this job and had hoped her
work would impress her boss, after her ex-boyfriend had thrown her out on her
ass. Not only that, he took all the money in her savings account. She hadn't
been sure what she'd do. She couldn’t call her parents for help, only to hear
them say we told you so. She had responded to an ad in the paper for this job.
It had been the last interview of the day for her. She’d all but given up on
finding something and then he’d hired her.

"In truth, I wasn't sure about
hiring you, but you've shown your loyalty and you’re a hard worker." He
smiled at her as he unbuttoned his sleeves and pushed them up his forearm. The
muscles in his arms bunched with the movement. She tried not to stare, really
she did, but it became no use. “
Stop,”
she
scolded herself.

He had to know his smile would make any
women do anything he asked. Maybe he used it to keep women under his spell,
cause it sure as hell worked for her. If not, he really should figure it out,
so he could get it under control. Or before long he’d have a long line of women
at his call.

"I'm glad you took a chance on me."
More than he would ever know. She'd do almost anything to keep him happy to
keep her job. Lisa loved what she did.

"As I said, you've done a good job.
I do have one more request of you before you'll be done with my sister's
wedding."

She mentally went over the list in her
mind of what else needed to be done and couldn’t place anything out of place. "What
do you need?" The hot look in his gaze seared straight through her body.
Her thong became even wetter.

"For you to be my date for the
weekend."

Had she heard him right? Her hot Cuban
boss needed her. No. He could have any woman he wanted; he surely didn't need
her to do this. "Sir, I don't think I heard what you said correctly. You
don't need any help in that department." He dated skinny women, not
someone with curves—ever. Ever since she’d worked there, she’d noticed
Roland’s
 
fetish
for the model type. She definitely didn't fit the mold and never would.

"That's what I said. I need a date
and well, I want you."

"You can have anyone you want. I
don't understand. Why me?"

Chapter Two

Her pupils dilated as she asked the
question. He suppressed a smile at her response. From the moment she had walked
in he’d had trouble. The way her hips had swayed as she walked to the chair and
took a seat. He wanted to reach across his desk, grab the clip in her hair, and
let down her brown locks. Her blue eyes danced in the lighting in his office
and he wanted to see them with lust burning deep within.

Roland had started to work outside the
office more than normal, all because he wanted to fuck her. He worried if he
stayed in-house that he'd have her bent over his desk in no time. She uncrossed
and crossed her legs again. His cock tightened against his pants as he watched
the movement. To have those legs wrapped around him. He pushed the thought away
quickly to answer her question.

"Why not?" He countered with a
shrug of his shoulders.

"No disrespect, sir, but you date
women who look like they might break at any moment. I'm not sure if you've
noticed or not…I'm not skinny by any means." He tried not to laugh at her
response.

His palm itched to spank her ass for the
comment. The way she talked down about herself made him want to show her how
desirable he found her. He sat up and leaned forward. "Is that what you
think?"
Roland quirked a brow.

"It's not what I think. I
know."

He chuckled. She had no clue what he did
with those women, but she would soon. He would give her a private lesson. Most
of them were
submissives
who
wanted what he could give them. They wanted the pain mixed with pleasure. Around
the local BDSM club he’d become known for being
a no
nonsense type of a Dom. Women flocked to him for the firm hand he delivered. He
didn't date them. They weren’t his type. The women weren’t the kind he wanted
to have as a man. They were only interested in the next hottest or toughest
Dom. Once the newness of the one they were with wore off they moved on—a
week or two at the tops.

Too many people thought of him as a
playboy, and nothing could be farther from the truth.
His own
family plagued him as that as well. If they only knew what he really did. So,
he decided to give them a glimpse of the man he had become. He wanted Lisa on
his arm for the wedding. She was his type. Lisa is who he wanted in his life,
under his hand, to guide, love and care for. Deep down inside he understand she
would bring out the best in him as a Dom, lover and a man. Isn’t that what all
dominates wanted? The one.

He was a Dom who commanded a room and a
woman's body. He stood and walked to where she sat. The top two buttons on her
blouse were unbuttoned and the creamy skin beneath peaked out. His cock stirred
again. He wanted to slip his hand into the opening and play with her nipples.
Who by the looks of it were already hard as they pressed against her
blouse.
He bet they’d taste like sugar against his tongue.

He pulled her to her feet. The notepad
and pencil fell from her hands as she braced her small fingers against his shirt.
Damn. They scorched him. The room became hotter than a few moments again. Her
skin against his clothes burned like a three alarm fire. She gasped as their
bodies molded together. He wondered if she’d made that sweet sound as he thrust
deep inside of her wet channel. She pulled her lush bottom lip between her
teeth as she looked up at him.
That’s
it,
bite your lip for me.
He saw the way that her chest
rose
and fell as she waited to see what he would do next.
Keep them waiting and guessing had always been his way of operating with a sub.
He wouldn’t let them know what he had planned. With Lisa in his arms he didn’t
even know, he only wanted to bend her over and fuck her. He wanted to see her
skin turn a rosy color as he teased and took her. Except right now he needed to
do something else.

With a gentle hand to the small of her
back, he guided her to his office door. A mirror hung on the back. He'd make
her see what he saw when he looked at her. He never wanted to hear her speak that
way about herself again. Roland's protective side came out with her. He wanted
to guide and show her what she could be under his care. How she could soar with
his help. In his heart he already thought of her as his…but she had to make the
choice to be his submissive. He ached for her to gift him with it.

The sexy way she said sir had his cock
hard, and she had no clue. Just like she didn't know she had a submissive side,
but he planned to show her this weekend.

She looked over her shoulder with
confusion in her blue eyes.

"Look at yourself in the
mirror."

"Really? Like I don't see myself
every day in one. I'd rather not, sir."

Yeah, she would be a lot of work and one
he wanted to tame. Never before had he wanted to guide a woman the way he
wanted to with Lisa. The feisty ones were always the hardest to submit. Roland
liked that about her and he ached to be the one to show her the lifestyle. He
didn't want to think about that at the moment and shoved the thought away.
"Humor me. Please."

Lisa rolled her eyes, "Fine."

"What do you see?" He needed to
know this to have a starting point to help her. Her body stiffened at his
words.

After a few moments she spoke. "I
see someone who needs to lose at least thirty pounds, huge thighs and hips. Are
you satisfied now?" Her defenses had come out. Whoever told her she needed
to do any of this
needed to be pounded
into the
ground. She was beautiful just the way she was. He wouldn’t change a thing
about her.

"That's not what I see." He
spoke gently to her.

She spun around on her heels and jabbed a
finger into his chest. Anger flared in her eyes as she started to speak, but he
placed a finger against her lips. She angled away, and cocked her head to the
side and began. "Let me guess. You see someone who needs to lose more and
who repulses you in the worst way. It wouldn't be the first time I heard this
from a man.” He loved her spunk. Roland smiled at her. "Lovely, so now
you're going to laugh at me."

" No,
tu
,
mujer
loca
.”

“I haven't got a clue what you said, but
let me tell you if it’s about my weight, I'm going to string you up by your
balls." When she got pissed off he wanted to fuck her even harder. He spun
her around, pressed his front into her back.

“Does this feel like I have a problem with
how you look?” His hard dick poked against her ass. She wouldn’t be able to
miss it. He pressed his hips against her to make sure that there’d be no doubt
with how bad he wanted her. She relaxed against him a little.

“N-No.”

Roland trailed a hand down her stomach,
her muscles bunched against his touch. He brushed against her sex and came back
up. Her skin turned a rosy color under his fingertips. With his other hand he
released the clip that held her brown hair back. Her wavy hair flowed over her
shoulders. She kept her attention on the interaction in the mirror. Her gaze
had turned dark with lust. When she bit down on her lush lips, he wished they
were wrapped around his shaft.

“Do you know what I see when I look at
you?”

She stiffened in his embrace again. “No.”

“I see a sexy woman. A woman who since
I’ve hired you, I’ve wanted to fuck.” He continued to lazily draw lines on her
body and enjoy the way her body responded with goose pimples. He bunched her
skirt up around her waist and pushed her thong to the side. Her mouth opened on
a sigh as he slid two fingers deep into her wet pussy. Lisa pushed her hips
forward as she grinded against him.

The way her muscles milked his fingers
had him wanting to spread her against desk and get deep inside of her. To see
the way her face became flush with need and the soft sounds she’d make, that
already had his dick hard as nails. She laid her head on his chest and closed
her eyes as he circled his fingers around her wet pussy.

The only sounds in the room were their
breathing as it became choppy, and the sounds of her juices as he continued to
finger fuck her. The sweet smell of her arousal filled his nostrils and he
ached to know what she tasted like. He wanted her orgasm.

 
He pulled out and fixed her skirt. She
whimpered from the loss of contact. Lisa lifted her head and tried to move away
but he didn’t let go. But first she needed to know one thing. He would want
full control. He’d demand it.

“I’m not your type,” she countered as if
to change the subject that he’d just had his fingers deep inside of her. This
time when she moved away he let go. She turned around to face him and tried to
look stern. It didn’t work. Her cheeks were still flushed with desire.

“You don’t know my type.” He raised a
brow at her. This woman thought she had a clue as to what he liked, but she
didn’t.

“I’ve seen the women that show up here
and you leave with.”

He hesitated before deciding to respond
with total honesty. She needed to learn sooner or later. “Those women are
submissives
I’ve been training.”

Confusion marred her face. “You order
them around and beat them if they don’t obey?” She took a step back away from him.
He missed the contact of her silky body against his. Long moments passed before
either of them moved or spoke. Finally, Lisa said, “You’re a control freak and
want to hurt women.” He didn’t miss the hurt in her voice. Something had for
sure happened with her in this department and he’d find out.

He strolled over to her, lifted her chin
until she looked at him. “Sort of. I do love to be in control, but listen to me
and really hear me. I don’t abuse women.” Roland tried to will her to
understand what he’d told her.

“What would you call hitting a woman then?”

“I would call it a power exchange
relationship. Yes, I hit them with my hands, flogger, paddle or a belt, but I
don’t beat them.” Her breath hitched as he spoke. The thought of being spanked
excited her. A sweet blush flushed across her body.

“It’s all the same.” Lisa pushed his hand
away but he didn’t let her go.

“
Mi
princesa
, you wouldn’t be turned on by the idea if it
repulsed you so much. I bet your ass would turn a nice red color under my
hand.”

She shook her head. “Never. A—” She
closed her eyes as if she’d said too much. But not before he saw the hurt she
wanted to mask.

“Give me the weekend to show you what a dominant/submissive
relationship should be like. If after Sunday you don’t want to go any farther,
I’ll never touch you again.” This could backfire on him and he fully knew it
when he said the words. But, he also had seen the way her body responded to
what they’d talked about. Lisa, a natural submissive, needed someone who knew
what they were doing to guide her.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you have to lose?”

“Everything.”

“Or you have everything to gain.” He
countered and raised a brow at her.

She took a ragged breath in, and then
looked him square in the eyes. “Fine. You get the weekend and that’s it.” Of
course she didn’t address what he had said. He smiled to himself knowing that
he’d gotten to her. Roland planned on making this a weekend she wouldn’t ever
forget.