"Do you really want to be my secretary?" Higurumas voice was smooth, slow and deep. Dark, downturned eyes making direct contact with yours, as if asking you to make the biggest decision of your life.

"Yes, i do." The words slipped out of your mouth, like you had been waiting to say them to him ever since reading that job listing in the newspaper.

After that, you felt like you had always been working here, for him. Only for him.

It started off small, he would ask you to round his desk and lean down to speak to him while giving reports.

Hiromi would call your line, speaking in such a tone that would make you want to run to him, without him even asking you to.

His eyes grew bolder, words picked out to make you feel like he wanted to touch you.

You couldn't help yourself. You started doing it back. Bent over on a chair as you tried to reach for something on a higher shelf. For him to watch as your pencil skirt strained, your blouse lifting higher and higher...

While he made important calls, you'd linger around his office. Pick up an envelope and slide a signed paper in for him, bringing the seal up to your lips and licking it. Your eyes never leaving his.

He punished you for teasing him. 

He had you bring in a report on your hands and knees. He sat behind his desk, gaze never leaving the documents you held in your mouth while slowly crawling across the wood flooring.

You were timid. He made you take calls for him sometimes. You spoke quietly, unsure of yourself, as if not wanting to mess up in front of him. 

Higuruma didn't approve.

"You're a big girl. You can get a much bigger voice out of that tiny throat of yours."

It made you want to moan his name.

One day he snapped, bending you over his desk. But he didn't touch you, no. You faced forward, towards the door of his office. You could hear his belt unbuckling and fabric shifting.

Then lecherous, wet sounds came behind you. Oh my... was he jerking off?

You didn't dare turn your head, biting your lower lip as you stayed still, pretending to look over the documents on his desk. 

His breathing got deeper, harsher very quickly. The sounds sped up, you could hear him swallowing thick saliva. Until he stepped back, the sound of something dripping to the floor. He took a shallow breath.

"Clean it up."

You two were a match made in heaven.

You'd do anything for him, you liked it when he controlled what you did, what you saw, what you felt.

He liked it even more.

He'd feed you a mint from his palm.

Ask you to stay at his desk for hours on end. 

He found ways to make you feel things you hadn't before. Seen. Taken care of. Fulfilled. 

Loved. 

You found yourself bent over his desk again a different time, reading out a letter you wrote. 

A letter you wrote with typos. On purpose. To get disciplined. 

''Dear Mr. Garvey, I'm grateful to you for referring...''

Smack!

''Continue.''

''Um...''

"Read."

''For referring me to your case.''

Slap!

''The subject of animal captivity has been of interest to me for quite a while. And my secretary has prepared research material...''

Smacck!!

''That I think you'll find illuminating. If you would be so kind...''

Smack!

''As to send me the June 5th letter of which we spoke, my associates and I will review it immediately.''

Slap!!

''Please feel free to call me at your earliest convenience. Yours sincerely, H...''

Smack!

"H..Higuruma Hiromi.."   you managed to breathlessly get out. 

 ''Read it again.'' 

You hesitate, but start reading again. Your stinging skin behind your skirt and stockings starting to feel hot. 

''Dear Mr. Garvey... ''

It progressed as far as you visiting and staying at his house after work. 

Only god can tell what he did with you in the forest surrounding his home. Or the bedroom, his study, the patio, the balcony. 

Only for certain is one. 

You were ending up in a white wedding gown, held in his arms. 

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