Chapter Thirty-Four: Overreacting

I am working in my office when something outside catches my eye. I see Alyssa, but she isn't alone. She is talking to one of my other employees, Xzavier. He has worked for me for a few years. He's an asshole; I only keep him on because he's good at his job. I don't like him. He's a manwhore. I know I'm one to talk, but I treat women better than he does. I don't like him near Alyssa, never mind talking to her. He is being a little too friendly.

I grip the edge of my desk as I watch. I need to calm down before I make a scene. She doesn't want anyone to know about us. I understand; I do. I continue to watch, and when he touches her, I lose it. My jealousy and possessiveness are taking over. He is not allowed to touch her. I hiss and jump to my feet, heading straight towards them.

“Don’t you have work to do, Xzavier?” I snarl.

Alyssa jumps the second she hears my voice. Xzavier turns to face me. “I am on my way to do so,” he says nervously.

“Then get on your way. I don’t pay you to stand around all day,” I snap.

He rushes off, and I focus my attention on Alyssa. She looks at the ground. I step in closer to her. “Eyes on me, now.”

She whimpers but looks back up at me. “Yes, Sir?”

“My office, now,” I demand.

She nods. I motion for her to follow me. I step into my office, waiting for her to come in before I close and lock the door behind me. I press her back against the door, trapping her between it and my body.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Nothing. We were talking, is all,” she whispers.

I grasp her face in my hands. “Talking? Why was he touching you then?”

“It was nothing. You are overreacting. He is a colleague. What do you expect me to do? Ignore him?”

“Yes. He is a fucking asshole, and you need to stay away from him,” I warn, my hand resting on the door at the side of her head.

She rolls her eyes at me. “You can’t tell me who I can and can’t talk to.”

I laugh darkly and move my hand to her throat. “Are you sure about that? You are mine, and when it comes to assholes like him, I can tell you who you should stay away from.”

I tighten my hand slightly. She gasps, familiar darkness pooling in her eyes.

“Jealous much?” she breathes out.

I thought she told me she would behave today. This isn’t her behavior. I run my hand up her thighs and under her dress. I grope her pussy in my hand. “Yes. I don’t like to share. I don’t like anyone touching what is mine. Am I clear?”

She nods. “Yes, Sir. Yours. Only yours.”

She whimpers louder, her hips jerking. “He put his hand on my arm, that was all.”

“He still touched you, and you didn’t try to stop him.”

“I am not interested in him.”

I slip my hand into her panties, brushing my thumb over her clit. “Yes, well, make sure he knows that. You are mine. This pussy is mine. Do we have an understanding?”

She gasps loudly and closes her eyes. I dance my fingers down her folds, and she is already aroused. I press two fingers inside of her and suck on her neck, leaving a hickey.

I work my fingers roughly. Her head falls back, and she works her hips to my fingers, panting and moaning. I crash my lips to hers and force my tongue into her mouth. She needs a reminder of who she belongs to. I thrust my fingers deeper, picking up my speed.

“Fuck, yes,” she mumbles into the kiss, and her pussy tightens around my fingers.

I smirk, pulling back from the kiss. I knew it wouldn’t take long. Her body is already craving me constantly. I rest my lips at her ear. “Come for me, kitten. I know you are ready,” I rasp, biting on her ear.

Her entire body shudders, and her breathing becomes erratic. My name slips from her lips as her orgasm shakes through her, and she pours over my fingers, her legs shaking. I remove my fingers once she comes to a stop. I watch what is mine in a state of pleasure. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed, and her mouth ajar.

I pop my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them. “Mmm, so good.”

Her eyes open and fall on me. I keep our eyes locked as I suck my fingers clean. She moans softly, her legs nearly buckling. I press my body to hers, her back tightly against the wall to keep her upright.

“If I see him talk to you again or touch you, I will fire his fucking ass,” I snarl.

“What? You can’t do that.”

I grab her face roughly. “I can do whatever I want. I am the boss. So remember that the next time you decide to talk to him or let him touch you,” I say smugly.

Alyssa glares at me. She opens her mouth to speak, and I wait to hear what she has to say. I am expecting a smartass response or an attitude. She closes her mouth and sighs. She is learning.

I kiss her softly. “You should go clean up, beautiful. We have a lot of work to do,” I say and tuck the hair behind her ear.

She nods. “Yes, Sir.”

I step away from her. She fixes her dress and gathers herself. I open the office door for her, and she rushes out to the bathroom. I glance around, making sure Xzavier is working, and he is. I head over to his desk, standing in front of him.

He glances up at me. “Can I get you something, Sir?”

“Stay away from Alyssa. I know your reputation, but you aren’t adding my assistant to your list. She is off-limits, and you know my thoughts about in-office relationships. Do I make myself clear?” I say firmly.

He swallows hard, obviously nervous. “Yes, Sir. You have made yourself clear.”

“Good. Now, back to work.”

I walk away and head back to my office to wait for Alyssa to return. She may not want anyone to know about us, but I will always ensure that any men who work for me stay away. They are all scared of me. They know I won’t hesitate to fire them if they do something wrong. If I need to tell every single man in here the same thing, I will.

I rest back in my chair and sigh. I am now horny after getting her off. I groan in frustration. If I didn’t have so much work, I would let Alyssa help me out. Oh, I can’t wait until I get her to suck my cock in my office and let me fuck her over my desk. Those things will happen. Maybe not today, but soon.