Kitty Silbeau had a strange feeling as she stepped out of the shower that morning. There was a heat low in her body which was usually reserved for other times, but there was also a distinct feeling that the day was going to be different in a good way. But there wasn’t much that could be better than what she had at this time, was there? Nothing that didn’t go beyond her wildest dreams, anyway
As she left the car park of the Renforth Publishing Company offices, there was more than work on her mind. Kitty’s job was as the receptionist, seated cosily behind a low counter, with a slightly raised seat. Meeting and directing visitors was an undemanding job which she quite enjoyed.
But what she really craved, when she arrived that morning, were the demands of Kane Layton, her managing director, her mentor, her lover, her dom. It took quite a man to fill all those roles and Kane was quite a man, in her view.
Settling behind the reception desk, she greeted other members of staff as they arrived. Being receptionist had helped her get to know most of the staff in various offices. Helen, one of her closer friends, stopped to tell about her escape from a crude date on the previous night. Helen was often curious about why Kitty rarely spoke of her love life. Kitty guessed her friend might faint if she ever made the revelation, “Oh, I’m expected to take the boss’s gorgeous rod, wherever he wants to put it.” The secrecy of the situation delighted her almost as much as the joy of the actual act.
Helen had just walked away, and Kitty’s erotic thoughts were still alive in her head, when the main doors opened, and he walked in. Kane Layton. Heartbeat quickening, hot blood pouring into her loins, Kitty watched his approach.
At least fifteen inches taller than her own four feet, nine inches, she loved the way he had to bend to kiss her when they were alone. With his easy stride, and his wide smile as he greeted the two cleaners working near the entrance, he had Kitty holding her breath, as always, as he approached her counter. So smart and handsome in his dark blue suit.
“Good morning, Miss Silbeau,” he said formally, giving her that cool smile before moving on.
“Good morning, sir,” she said quietly. When anyone asked why she showed such respect when they all called him Mr Layton, Kitty would only smile and shrug. It was their secret.
Watching his broad back as he walked toward his office, Kitty could not prevent dwelling on the past eleven months, starting with her interview by Linda Thorn, a rather severe, grey-haired, tight-lipped lady, who rather intimidated Kitty, and a man introduced as the managing director, a Mr Kane Layton. From him, Kitty had no intimidation at all, other than a moistening that really shocked her.
All the way through the interview her eyes were drawn to his handsome face and blue eyes that, she was sure, occasionally lowered to where her thin blouse was billowed by her 32C breasts. Surely, a brief glance like that had not made her nipples harden. But she wasn’t sure.
During the interview, Linda Thorn stated, “You seem rather short for this post, Miss Silbeau.”
Kitty was delighted when Kane Layton cut in, “We’re not looking for an Amazon, Linda.” He shrugged at Linda Thorn’s frosty frown.
Linda had another petty question, “Do you need to wear your hair up in a severe bun like that? Visitors prefer being greeted by some relaxed vivacity.”
“Released, it reaches down to my waist,” Kitty informed her.
“Vivacity comes in many forms,” Mr Layton observed, adding, “I imagine your red hair down will be most attractive, but you’re right to have it under control in this job.” It was a comment which earned him a look of pure disdain from Linda Thorn, but gratitude from Kitty.
The upshot was that he eventually told her that he was happy to appoint her, and she would start on the following Monday.
Kitty’s reminiscences were broken by the tuneful sound of her iPhone. A fluttering started in her chest as she knew exactly who would be calling. Was relief close at hand? She quickly pressed the receiver and was greeted by his warm, strong voice.
“Hello, Little Missy. You look ravishing. Want to let your hair down?”
Would he be aware of her quickened breathing? “Now, sir?”
“No. Lunch hour will give us more time. There’s something special I want you to do for me.”
“How special, sir?” Kitty never forgot her agreed place in this.
“Very special – for me — but I hope you will agree to my request.”
“Don’t I always, sir?”
“You do. But this is — well, different.”
“With my pussy?”
“No.”
“My hand?
“No.”
“My mouth?”
His laugh was so teasing. “No. There is no touching involved.”
“Please, sir, tell me what it is?”
Another laugh. “There is also something I want to use on you. Until lunch time, Little Missy”
Then he was gone, leaving Kitty all pent up with curiosity, yet moistening and trembling with the anticipation of what lunch time promised.
Not unusually, her mind was full of him, her ‘sir’. After directing two visitors to the correct department, Kitty sat back and contemplated how her life had changed since that interview.
From the beginning, although greeting so many others, it had been the morning arrival of Kane Layton that always stirred her. Before their arrangement, she would watch him striding towards the reception desk, where he always gave Kitty a warm, “Good morning, Miss Silbeau.”
She had to advise herself that her imagination had him slowing his pace as he came close, and those blue eyes lingered over her face. Wishful thinking. Yet there was always that familiar stirring low down whenever he passed.
Then, after three weeks, came that fateful evening when the company held a party to celebrate thirty years of successful publishing. The whole staff were invited, balloons and paper decorations festooned the dining hall, and Kitty shared much laughter and careless wine consuming with new friends. She had noticed Kane Layton across the room a couple of times, and always kept an eye out just to catch a glimpse of him.
Late in the evening, feeling delightfully giddy, Kitty heard an announcement of the ‘Crazy Chain dance’. Participants had to line up in alternate man woman formation, hands on the hips of the one in front. As the line jigged through the building, occasionally they stopped to perform some crazy action.
The man in front of Kitty was rather elderly, but he had a pleased smile as they obeyed the instruction: ‘Ladies. Dance with the man in front of you!’ The moment they began swinging together, Kitty was able to see that the hands that had clutched her hips so firmly belonged to Kane Layton, who was dancing a kind of jig with a bright-eyed blonde. Kitty was in awe of the fact that Kane Layton had laid hands on her, no matter how innocuously.
When the line began trucking along a corridor she was able, despite her spinning, wine-fused head, to savour the fact of those hands, now heating her hips. But the next stoppage sent the blood racing through her veins, as the order came, “Ladies, turn and kiss the man immediately behind you. Put some verve into it.”
Kitty was turning before the order was completed. Oh, yes, she had plenty of verve to put into this one. Kane Layton, a cool smile on his lips, leaned down toward her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, frantically killing that cool smile with her parted eager lips. Her tongue probed for his and, finding it, she heard her own moan of pleasure.
Her head was spinning madly as his arms drew her close, and she recognised a real hardness pressed against her belly. Oh, how she wanted that inside her. In her haze, she became aware that the music had started up and the line was moving away. Let it go, she was telling herself, as she squirmed against that delightful hardness.
Next second, the kiss was broken as Kane Layton lifted his head away and, at the same, put his hands on her shoulders so that those eyes could look into hers. “Much promise there, Miss Silbeau," he said, "but I think we have both had a little too much to drink. I could easily take advantage of a situation like this. But, tomorrow, we would be regretting it. Drink paints the wrong picture at times. Maybe when the time is right. Until then let’s call it unfinished business.”
‘The time is right now,’ Kitty wanted to scream, but had to admit that the spinning in her head and the unsteadiness of her legs were caused by more than that kiss. Desperately, she tried to disguise her disappointment.
Kitty’s utter despair of that moment trailed her all the way home. Although she didn’t weep into her pillow, she briefly considered touching herself, while thinking of that kiss, but she quickly fell asleep.
Next morning, she awoke wondering whether she should think of Kane Layton as a true gentleman for holding back because of the drink, or as a sadist for depriving her of what she had longed for.
For the next few days her time at reception was normal. There weren’t any comments about the party evening. Kane Layton, as he arrived each morning, gave a nod of his head and a curt, “Miss Silbeau.” Each time that happened Kitty gave a loud sigh for chances lost.
During the morning, three days after the party, the internal phone at her left hand buzzed. Internal calls were usual trivial things, so Kitty didn't rush to pick it up. When she did say, “Reception,” the male voice at the other end had her heart instantly pounding. The deep voice that she would recognise anywhere — Kane Layton.
“Miss Silbeau? Mr Layton here.” When she'd made her stuttering response, he went on, “I wonder if you would mind stepping into my office early lunchtime?”
After she had muttered a meek, “Of course,” and put the phone down, she began worrying. His secretary did most of the internal requests. Did his involvement indicate something more serious? Did he intend to terminate her employment? Was it because of that kiss?
Her nervousness lasted through the morning and, at precisely three minutes past noon, trembling slightly, she gave a tentative knock at his office door. On his command to enter, she nervously stepped inside.
Several things struck Kitty at the same time. First was the dimness in the room as the horizontal blinds had been closed. Next was Kane Layton leaning back against his desk. He had his jacket off and the sleeves of his blue shirt were lightly rolled up. But, surely, his wide smile was hardly the look of a boss about to sack her.
Kane Layton had taken three steps towards her. Kitty, so lost, looked up into that handsome face as he said in a low voice, “If I mention unfinished business, would you recall what that meant?”
Kitty was hearing his words, understood exactly what he was saying, but could not believe what her brain was telling her. Her breathing quickened and a definite moistening between her thighs signalled a momentous moment was on its way.
She nodded dumbly as he went on, “Would you have any objection to finishing that business?"
“Here?”
“Why not?” His face was already moving down towards her.
“Now?” Kitty was wishing her legs would stop shaking. This couldn’t be true.
“What better time?” Kane Layton asked. “May I kiss you?”
Nodding her unbelieving head seemed juvenile, but his parted lips were suddenly on hers, and her response had her up on her toes as her mouth and tongue responded. Automatically, her arms were around him, and she was blissfully aware of his hand travelling over the curve of her waist and hovering around her left breast.
The hand only lingered there for a few seconds before moving behind her and she heard the distinct sound of a key being turned.
He broke the kiss, but clutching her close, his blue eyes looked down into hers. “Privacy is called for. And you need to know I’ve been wanting that kiss for quite some time. Long before the party.”
Kitty’s heart was pounding. She wanted words to respond but could not find any that would express the wild desire that stirred inside her. Once again Kane Layton gave her the encouragement, when he asked, “You’d permit me to take this a stage further.”
At last, her need burst from her lips, “Oh, yes, many stages further. Everything.”
He stepped back a slightly surprised look on his face. “You sound just as eager as I am.”
His fingers began to loosen the buttons on her blouse. Kitty’s fumbled at his shirt front. Within seconds he had pushed her blouse off her shoulders and moving Kitty’s hands he unbuttoned his shirt, telling her, “It would be good to take our time undressing, but time we don’t have. Could you remove your things?”
He had already begun to unbuckle his belt, and, watching him, Kelly saw the bulge that promised so much.
When they were both naked and she gazed at his rock hard cock, he held her at arm’s length and, in a voice that was almost a sigh, he murmured, “So that lovely hair is really natural. Such a neat bush.”
He held out a hand to take hers and led her to the soft cosy sofa near the window. “I have a feeling that foreplay will be unnecessary. You agree?”
She agreed avidly and clutching for his hardness as she lay back into the comfort of the sofa, she guided it eagerly. It was only after his almost desperate ploughing and thrusting into her deepest parts had given her two wild orgasms, that he had opened out his offer as Kitty lay snugly against him, her loosened, red curly hair spread warmly across his bare chest.
“Did that please you?” he asked.
“I think you know it did.” Kitty’s breath was still an effort.
“Then I have to ask whether you would like it repeated on a regular basis?”
Kitty had raised her head to look into those wide, honest blue eyes, and all she could fervently say was, “Would I.” It wasn’t a question.
His face was serious as he looked at her, “Don’t get too excited until I outline what I have in mind.”
Kitty had no idea what could be on his mind. She only knew at this point that what he had just given her far outweighed any intimate experience she'd known. She sat up and listened.
Kane Layton’s voice was solemn as he began, “Eighteen months ago I ended a rather cold marriage. Always she had tried to rule and direct me, and I swore that if I ever took up with another woman I would be in charge. No one appealed, until you appeared. Petite, and, as I’ve just discovered, with a neat bush indicating that these flowing locks are genuine, and a bosom that has globes that fit nicely into my hand.”
Kelly had thrilled as his sweet words flowed and was compelled to return a complement. “You have lovely blue eyes.”
He smiled. “So have you, but there’s just that subtle tinge of green in them.” He paused before going on, “Anyway, if we were to go on, I would expect you to service me in any way I demanded. You up for that?”
Kelly hardly needed to think. The only sexual position she hadn’t experienced was anal, and she was curious to know what that would be like, especially if it was Kane Layton. “Anything you say, Mr Layton,” she had replied.
“That’s another thing. At all times you will call me, ‘sir’. I am going to be your master, your dom, so I think that is fitting.”
“So, I will be your sub.” Kitty had read about these things, and to have access to his lovely cock she could accept that. “And you will call me?”
He had thought about that for a moment, then, giving a slight squeeze to her right breast, he' declared, “At work you are, of course, Miss Silbeau, but in my arms, you will be – yes, with those freckles, delicate build, you’ll be my Little Missy.”
“Will it always be here?”
“As often as possible. My house is too far away, but I have an apartment very near. You’ll have that address.”
It would be through their mobile phones that they would make contact. So, had begun the most exciting, most sensuous period of Kitty’s life. There was always that frisson of uncertainty as she waited to discover what his demands would be. If he wanted to start with her giving him a blowjob it was always when there was time for him to recover and give her some hot satisfaction.
The wonder was that as time went on, although sometimes delightfully aggressive, he became more and more attentive to her needs. Yes, he made demands, yet, when he knew that anal was a new experience for her, his approach had been so considerate. Kitty had been fearful of this intrusion but, after he'd made her lie buttocks up over the sofa arm, his finger working a cool lubricant into her tightest orifice, had been gradually most pleasant. Yes, the introduction of his hardness into her anus had stretched her and was initially painful. He had been so careful that, once he had gained full entry, Kitty found that she was afforded more pleasure than she might have expected.
They had performed that act several times since. That, and so many wild games which always ended with her capitulation to his needs while, she realised, also fulfilling most of her desires. One late evening, having ensured that they had the office building to themselves, he had ordered her to remove her clothing and run naked into the various connecting office rooms and hide. She had hidden in a large cupboard and knew he was baffled when he heard her calling her name.
When his voice, not far away, called, “If I find you I will bite your clit,” she just could not resist and revealed, “I’m in the cupboard.”
Laughing, he had dragged her from her hiding place, laid her over a desk and did exactly what he had promised. With all the action that went with that, Kitty was soon screaming her release.
His apartment was something else, an immaculate single-bedroom delight on the second floor. The bedroom was en-suite and there was a sitting room with lavish furnishings, and a kitchen -- all so spacious, allowing her dom to exalt over her body in all spaces. Pure heaven.
Sitting behind her counter, reviewing the encounters that had gone before, Kitty was impatient for the promise of lunchtime. What had he in mind?
When, at eleven thirty, the main doors opened and a tall, elegant white-haired gentleman in a smart grey suit entered followed by two other solemn faced men, Kitty’s heart sank. The promise that had been so close was now in tatters. The man, Kitty knew well, was the company owner, Oswald Patten, who paid monthly surprise visits to the offices, and she had never seen him leave before the end of a working day, spending all his time with Kane Layton.