The Surrender

“It's the book where a billionaire boss discovers that his new personal assistant lied on her resume.” Alison starts shyly and I recognize it as the one with a pretty young blonde pressed down on a great four-poster bed by a handsome Alpha male on the cover. “The girl is swept along by her boss like a dry leaf caught up in a spring flood.” I smile a little as her Southern twang comes out a little with what I imagine must be a colloquial saying back in her small town, but Alison doesn't seem to notice and goes on without missing a beat. “I like the way her boss decides he's going to have her and is willing to use any tactic to get what he wants.”

“That sounds pretty intense, how does he finally convince her to sleep with him?” I ask innocently. If I am remembering the right book, the secretary's boss basically blackmails the confused woman up to his suite where he overwhelms her with his virile maleness. In fact, I'm pretty sure this is the book where the man pretty much forces the innocent secretary onto her back and just doesn't take 'no' for an answer until he has popped her cherry and made her climax again and again as he fucks her. Alison's take on the book is a little more PC, but it is clear that she likes the helplessness of the heroine and the dominance of the older alpha male.

“He threatens to fire her if she doesn't agree to go out with him.” Alison doesn't seem too perturbed by the what many would see as a sexual predator's **** of his naïve victim. “So there's really nothing she can do. They end up back at his penthouse, and start kissing.” She brushes a lock of her blonde hair back behind her ear and I notice a decided flush to her cheeks as she goes on. “The kisses get pretty heated and the assistant ends up on her boss' bed. When she feels her dress pulled off, she starts to panic but by then it is too late and the billionaire can't stop himself.”

“That sounds pretty intense.” I try to keep my expression neutral, but Alison is getting pretty good at reading me.

“You like the idea of an older man taking advantage of an innocent young girl,” she smiles knowingly, “that's why you got me those books, all three of them involve powerful men seducing naïve beauties. Just like you seduced me.”

“Maybe,” I shrug, not comfortable with examining my true intentions too carefully. “Is that what you want, Angel?” My eyes lock hers in a long stare, “Do you want to be the **** secretary who has no real choice but to let her older boss spread her legs?” The color in her face intensifies, and I see the knuckles of her hand whiten but in a soft whisper she tells me what I want to hear.

“Yes Sir,” her eyes drop to where her hands are clenched tightly together. “She has ****, she tries to resist his advances, but demands her complete surrender. He suspects that she's a virgin and when she confirms that she's never been with a man he takes her.” She looks up at me again, “I can't stop thinking about what that must have been like for her, to have her virtue claimed a man who could do whatever he wanted to her.”

Alison did not sit with me that evening, and although I miss her quiet company, I download an e-version of the book and read through it again, this time paying much more attention to every detail.

The next morning after Alison leaves for her classes I make a trip to Macy's and found a Calvin Klein pencil skirt in charcoal grey and complimentary tailored white blouse that had a perfect blend of professional and feminine. To complete the outfit, I find a pair of back-seam stockings that will look great on Alison's long shapely legs. I leave the boxes at the top of the stairs just outside Alison's bedroom door with a handwritten note that says simply.

I know you lied on your resume. There will have to be consequences; you have until Friday evening to prepare.

As I wait for my tenant to return from her classes, I make a series of phone calls setting up my surprise for her the next day. I start by calling my broker who in addition to being a friend of mine also had me to thank for helping his boy get into college after a rough start to high school - and he knew it. After I called in the favor, I made reservations for the next night smiling with anticipation as I pictured Alison wearing the outfit I bought for her.

Alison's squeak of surprise later that afternoon is the only immediate indication that she's found my presents, but as we eat dinner that night, she is far less talkative than usual. She does however sit with me on the couch as I flip back and forth between a really bad Thursday Night Football game between the Bucs and the Bears and equally depressing news about the sudden spread of Covid into the heartland.

“Thank-you for the clothes, Mr. P.” She seems genuinely pleased so I guess I did alright. “They fit perfectly, how did you know my size?”

“I took an educated guess, Angel.” I smile at her “You're a little slimmer than Fran, so I got a couple sizes smaller.” More time was spent sitting together in silence until with a coy smile, Alison stretches like a cat and climbs off the couch. “I have to get ready for tomorrow, so have a good night, Mr. P.” She pauses at the foot of the stairs, and there is a subtle change in her demeanor.

“Sir, I know what I did was wrong, but it doesn't mean you own me.” Her deep breath lifts her breasts enticingly and she puts her hands on her hips. “I'm not going to let things get out of hand like they did the other day in your office.”

“You'll do exactly as I say, young lady,” I reply sternly, playing the roll of her demanding boss, “or your career in the big city will be over before it even starts.” With a delightful gulp, Alison flees up the stairs leaving me to decide between the Tampa Bay - Chicago game and Cuomo ranting about Trump's latest lie-filled rally. In spite of my best efforts, more than once my mind wanders to the office scene that Alison referred to and try to picture what she'd look like face down on a desk with her skirt lifted up over her hips.

I don't sleep particularly well that night, but I am still up in the morning when my tenant walks silently into the kitchen. She's wearing her usual tight-fitting jeans and a sweater that hugs her tits like a tight glove. There is not as much skin showing on this chilly October mornings but she is still as sexy as fuck and I pity the boys in her class who will are trying to pay attention to the lecture while looking at her.

“Is there anything special you'll need from me today, Sir?” The question is loaded with sexual tension and excitement. “I have classes, but you're the boss so if you need me to I can stay...”

“Not until this evening,” I do my best to hide my anticipation, “When you get back you can change into something more appropriate, then I have a surprise for you.” I am rewarded with the sight of her eyes widening, but I shoo her away before she can pester me with questions.