First Day on the New Job

Fred hadn't responded well the night prior. Chloe was dodgy with some of the finer details, especially since she wasn't sure on the specifics. Cassian had sent her home with her uniform for the day and she'd dreaded opening it. Fred assumed she would be walking around naked, his own ideas of calling his wife a slut stuck in his mind. But then...

"That's... not what I expected," her husband has said the morning before she went into work. To be completely honest, it's not quite what she expected either.

When she finally got into work, she joined Cassian in his office. Fred had said he would spend the day looking for jobs, so Chloe want too worried about him. What she was worried about were her new expectations. She had barely stepped a foot into the office before he sternly gave her his coffee order. She quickly heel-turned and went to go get it.

"Good girl," he said when she returned. "And you are wearing your uniform perfectly."

Chloe set his coffee down and looked at her own dress, "I feel like this is far more conservative than what I was wearing originally...*

"Of course it is. That's for several reasons. The first: this is a place of business. As someone coming in and out of meetings with me, it would look ridiculous for you to be dressed like you were. Second: Your body belongs to me and I decide who gets to see it. The men in this office are barely worthy of their positions, much less the sight of your chest." The way he sat at his desk calm and composed irked Chloe even more. He'd always been like this.

Cassian hadn't been the typical jock bully that picked on the nerds; he was their class leader. He constantly had the highest grades and exceeded at everything he did. It was from the pedestal he built for himself that he looked down at others. "When we attend more casual affairs—" he continued, bringing her back to the present. "—you will be wearing a fine dress and jewelry. But that will come later. I'll leave it to you to plan when our meetings and conferences are."

He kept his unwavering gaze focused on her, "your morning duties are as follows: you will bring me my coffee, brief me on the day, give me a morning blowjob, and then return to your duties."

"W-what?" There it was. All men were like this! Especially men in corporate positions!

"It would not do for me to go into work pent-up each day. Therefore, you will do that for me once in the morning and once in the afternoon." He was very flat about it. She searched his face for something of pleasure it sadistic merriment, but there was none. He finally sto
od from his desk and walked to Chloe, ended up in front of her. "Everything I do is to achieve the best results. I believe you are someone like me: someone who can do what needs to be done to improve this place. You have the highest productivity of anyone i inn this building and you are by far the most beautiful, so you were the natural fit to be my other half."

Other half? Productivity? ...beautiful? It had been a bit since she'd been called that. Sure, her husband would drop her the odd compliment here or there, but most of the men in the business world would sooner call her "a hot piece of ass" than "beautiful." Even more shocking was that he seemed completely serious. None of this was a joke. But was she really comfortable with... doing that for him?

"None of those were requests, Chloe. You are my property per our agreement. If you wish to be seen as something more than that, you will need to prove to me that you can rise above a secretarial role. For now, that is where you will begin. Is that understood?" He looked down at her as he waited for her compliance. She knew it wasn't an option. She was going to obey. Even if she hasn't signed that contract, the obedience that his very presence commanded was overwhelming.

It was intoxicating.

"You are too accustomed to weak men. Your former boss, your husband, the men in this office— they lack drive and ambition. They are content to sit and wait for opportunities to come to them; I grab ahold of these opportunities and make them mine." His hand slipped around her waist before pulling her up against him.

Her entire body was on fire. She was so aroused by him, as taboo as that was. He wasn't disrespectful... He wasn't lying... Everything he said was, in essence, true. She fidgeted slightly as the wetness between her legs only grew. He had read her like a book; he knew just what buttons to press.

Cassian let go of her and returned to his desk, leaving enough room in front of him. "It's time for you to take your place beneath a truly powerful man, Chloe."

"Yes, sir." Her response felt both foreign and natural at the same time. Chloe slowly came around to the front of his chair before sinking down to her knees. Her head was fuzzy with arousal, but she tried her best to convince herself that this was just a part of her job for now. In a year, they'd be living comfortably and she wouldn't have to worry about Cassian. She couldn't let his words get to her head. She needed to—

"Fuck," she gasped as Cassian's cock was freed from his pants. Any thoughts of purity left her mind as quickly as they came. She didn't even need to be guided; instead, she wrapped her lips around the delicious cock in front of her.

Cassian rested his hand on the back of her head as she slowly began to move. Chloe kept her gaze up, meeting his eyes, as she gracefully sucked on his cock. His scent was filling her nose, no... her entire mind. It was strong. Like him. Mahogany. Oak. He was a man. A real man. And she was servicing him.

"I wonder what form your subservience to me will take," he asked aloud as he helped guide her. Chloe struggled the deeper she went, gagging as she did her best to swallow his cock. She wanted so desperately to play with herself, too, but he hadn't given her permission for that yet. Wait? Why was she waiting? She wouldn't be doing that with her husband... but he was nothing like her husband. He didn't even warn her as he came down her throat, though she was more than happy to swallow it.

"Make sure to clean me up, Chloe." He commanded, earning not words, but action. She obediently lapped at his cock, cleaning it even if it made her messier.