You reached out to him

Your colleagues have already left the building but you didn't. You decided to talk to him after work to see if he is okay. But you suddenly got nervous.

It is because the moment you look at him, it weakens your knees in an instant. His smoldering gaze like a beast out in for hunt for his prey. You feel **** whenever he gazes at you. But you told yourself not to get affected.

Before entering the room, you knocked on the door, letting him know of your presence. He looks up at you and softens. "Mr. Grayson? What are you doing here?"

Oh God. You try not to get weak immediately. "Well, you see, I was worried about you."

He raise his eyebrow. "Worried? About me?" He chuckles. "Mr. Grayson, I can take care of myself fine. But thank you for your gesture."

"It's not about that. It's about your conversation earlier... with your father earlier."

He looks at you, like as if analyzing you. Then he sighs. "Mr. Grayson, this none of your concern. Whatever happens in this room, stays in this room. Surely, you know that already that by know. Given how many times I have fucked you in this office."

You looked away, not wanting to see him that you are blushing.

"I appreciate your concern, Mr. Grayson. But please, forget whatever happened this morning. This has nothing to do with you, to be honest." He continues.

As he is about to speak, you cut him off. "No offense, sir, but you are putting on walls and blocking on people trying to reach out to you."

Your boss widened his eyes in shock. "I beg your pardon?! What did you just said to me?"

You flinched but you don't back down. "With all due respect, sir, I don't wish to offend you but you are pushing those people who cares about you and you just shrugged it off. And it is very concerning."

His face is now stormier than ever. "Mr. Grayson, this is a personal matter. Matter that you shouldn't step on and mind on. You are my secretary. This is not part of your job."

That hurts. But you continue to speak. "But what about fucking me? Is that part of the job?"

His face is now thunderous as ever. He slowly walks towards you and you walk backwards. "Who told you to talk back to me, hmm?" He asks, angrily.

You don't know what to say. You look at him, angrier than he ever is and now he is angry at you.

"Sir, I didn't mean to upset you. It's just I am worried about you."

Still walking, he cocks his head sideways. "Is that right? You were just worried about me?"

You nodded. "I was just concerned, that's all. I did not mean to-"

"-overstep you boundaries. But you see, David, you have."

He called your name. He always referred to you as, Mr. Grayson. But now he is calling you by your first name. Oh god, this is making you weak. Then suddenly, you feel the wall behind you. You're cornered.

He places his arms above you and looks down on you. "Must I remember where your place is, David?"

There it is again. You whimper. You suddenly feel your hair being pulled back. He licks your neck then kisses you hard. Then, he bites your lips and kisses you once more.

He suddenly turns you around and pulls your pants down. "I'm afraid that I have to fuck you raw tonight, Mr. Grayson."

Oh shit. You suddenly got nervous. You hear him pulling his zipper down and then pulled his cock out. He then fucks you and you gasp.

He enters you back and forth and you whimper and moan like a dog. He kisses your neck as his quickens his pace. Then he lets out a huge grunt as he comes inside you.

You lie on the wall and rest. He looks at you and kisses you, this time, with compassion. Moments later, he helps you stand up and walks you out.