“Because I would like to be more resistant and put up a bit of a fight.” She looked as surprised by this realisation as Jon.
“Explain,” he demanded, his eyes clouding again, possibly with something akin to concern at what she was saying.
“Look, forget it. I already feel enough of a fool this morning without going into this too and we need to go to work and I haven’t had a shower yet.” She attempted to get up but Jon had adopted a vice like grip on her.
“So, we’ll be late. I am the boss which means that I can do what the fuck I want, and right now I want you to tell me what you mean, please,” he said firmly, but encouragingly.
Steph flushed further still as he watched her carefully. “I, oh shit, I may as well just say it. I like to be dominated by you and if I wasn’t so turned on by you maybe it wouldn’t be so easy. Shit this still doesn’t make sense, not even to me and I know what I mean,” she cried making him smile.
“Okay, maybe I can help you out. Are you trying to tell me that you would like to fend off my advances and for me to have to overpower you, not in an assaulting way or against your will, but a more resistant way? Maybe you were on the right track when you said about not being so turned on . . . that the fact that you do respond to me, that we respond to each other means that it’s inevitable that we are going to end up naked and panting.”
“Yes. Why couldn’t I put it like that? But not in a beat me around the head with a baseball bat and rape me way,” Steph added with a hard swallow as she guiltily thought that she trusted Jon to never hurt her like Simon sometimes had.
“No, obviously. We’re in this together, whatever we do we do because it’s what we both want. I am more than happy to try and make that particular fantasy come true, darling. I should probably admit at this point that the idea of you fighting me off turns me on too as does dominating you because I have always been the one ‘in charge’ as you put it.”
“Do you think I am weird for liking it though?” She still sounded worried.
“No, I love that you like it, but if you decide no more spanking that’s fine, although it wouldn’t be every time, like that, unless you are going to make a habit of trying to cop off with your friend off the tenth floor or generally piss me off. Sex, any sex should be a little more spontaneous than that I think.”
“Okay.”
“Darling, stop thinking about it. You’re making this more than it needs to be in your head. You are just a very sensual and sexual lady and fortunately you have met someone with tastes that compliment your own, but you are not weird,” he told her as he kissed her shoulder gently. “Now, get your pink arse and everything else in the shower before I throw you back onto the bed and shag you.”
She stared at him hopefully, making him laugh.
“You could join me in the shower,” she suggested as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“You are going to be very late for work, Miss Pryor,” Jon warned.
“I have ways of getting out of trouble with my new boss.” She grinned.
“Well in that case . . .” He pulled the towel from around his waist before carrying her into the bathroom.
Steph had puther still damp hair up into a bun and was standing in skin tone underwear comprising of a soft, cotton brief and a matching seamless, t-shirt bra. “I haven’t got anything to wear.”
“Put your suit on from yesterday,” suggested Jon as he laced his shoes up.
“I haven’t got a clean top to wear with it and the only other thing I have here is my wiggle dress.”
Jon was putting on a pair of plain silver cufflinks engraved with a J and frowned. “What the hell is a wiggle dress?”
She pulled out the 1950s secretary style black pencil dress that he’d liked so much when he’d found her wearing it in his conference room after returning from Geneva and held it up. “So named because it makes the wearer wiggle.”
“I remember you wiggling more on my desk after we’d discarded it,” he said salaciously.
“Put the suit on with the t-shirt you wore to Eddie’s house last night. My staff don’t need to see you in that dress, ever. I have to go, but I will see you in my office after H.R. have sorted your contract and everything out.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “And you will be on the parking list too,” he added as he left her to finish dressing.
Twenty-Six
Steph breathed a huge sigh of relief when the lift smoothly passed the tenth floor meaning she could avoid the embarrassment of coming face to face with Ade for a while longer, although she decided that she would go and seek him out at some point and apologise properly for her behaviour, but not today. Today she was heading to Brookers for her first day working there, working for Jon. She pressed the remote fob to open her car and threw her laptop and handbag into the boot before gently climbing in behind the steering wheel and wincing slightly as her sore behind pressed against the seat. She thought that maybe she should avoid last night’s activities on school nights in future.
Sitting opposite Grant in H.R.,Steph struggled to sit still because of the heat and soreness still radiating from her behind, unless she was just imagining it.
“Are you okay, Miss Pryor?” asked Grant sweetly. “You have no need to feel nervous, you obviously impressed Mr Cannon and Mr Brooker in your time here because they were both keenfor you to sign on the dotted line.” He passed her a temporary contract and a pen.
“Can I read through it and return it to you?”
“Of course, take it home and return it tomorrow. Now, you will have had our induction pack when you originally joined us, we have completed your payroll details, so we need to get you a new I.D. badge and a parking permit and then we are done and you can get to work,” he said excitedly.
