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  For the final day of the holiday, I had something in mind but I needed her father’s permission.

  He was adamantly opposed.

  There was no point in filling him in on how I knew I had to possess his daughter forever, the instant she shouted at me at the lunch counter place in front of a whole store-load of office workers. I could not stop thinking about her the entire afternoon. I gave up on work.

  The staff were all busy trashing my office for their annual debauchery anyway. I reclined in my chair and put my feet up to allow the images of the sexiest woman I'd ever seen float across my mind while I stroked my thick dick and pictured her lips wrapping it in their fiercesome heat.

  I did explain to him that there is always a power imbalance between me and any woman. His Georgia was the first one to level that despite her age. Still he refused my request, not on the grounds of years, but because we hadn’t known each other long enough. I totally respected that. I know what I want but I also needed to be sure that Georgia did. But I still went my own way and followed my plan.

  I sent the car to pick her up at her parent's house every day of her final week. Those last four business days were not without struggle.

  On Tuesday, the first day after we arrived back from our New Year idyll, she stormed into my office and informed me she was perfectly capable of taking the subway.

  I sent the car for her anyway.

  Wednesday I left a box on the back seat.

  On the Twelfth Day of Christmas….

  She stormed into my office waggling the box.

  “What the hell is this?”

  “It's not what you think, unless you want it to be.”

  “That's how you ask?”

  “Who says I'm asking?”

  “You leave a five carat pink diamond lying around for whoever might happen along?”

  “I left eleven other gifts lying around for you.”

  “They weren’t engagement rings.”

  “Neither is that.”

  “Oh.”

  Her cheeks got that adorable blush and I knew I was going to have to tell her to take her panties off in about two minutes so I could match the bright hue across her ass. She might refuse, at first, judging by the rage she'd worked up. But that would only make her surrender that much sweeter.

  “It's a promise ring, baby.” I told her. “It means I'm convinced you're my true love and I commit myself to you while we develop our relationship. I can wait as long as you like. But you are mine and I intend for you to stay mine forever.”

  “Oh,” she squeaked and gulped.

  I will never stop deriving pleasure from stalling her assumptions about me. I love her spirit and I love her submission. There can't be one without the other.

  “You will move into my condo here in the city,” I informed her.

  “I've never even seen it,” she protested.

  “What's to see? You don't like it, we'll buy a new one.”

  “No, no, no. I'm not going to be a sex slave trophy woman. I want to work before I become a partner to a man.”

  “You can work. Take any job you want here in my company.”

  “I'm not working in the same office with you either. How can I focus for two minutes waiting on tenterhooks for you to arrive and throw me across the desk?”

  “Don't you want to stay close to me? Tied up naked in my closet where I can visit you at will and often?”

  She gulped harder and her breathing turned to heaving. I know she loves being restrained and helpless for my whim. She may try to deny it but it's written all over her body, the juices that pour onto my lips when I strap her arms above her head and kneel at her feet. She's going to look forward to receiving a lot of that.

  I don't like the idea of not having her close but she has a point. She has a seriously distracting body. I'd be calling her in constantly and thinking about her tight wet little pussy the rest of the time.

  I beckon her to come to me and she does as I tell her.

  I take the box from her hand and open it to reveal the pink diamond.

  “Will you accept my promise, Georgia Jury.”

  She nodded her head. Tears threatened to spill over as I took her small hand and slipped the ring on her finger. Perfect size of course. I kissed her cheeks where the small precious drops of her emotion had escaped and she wrapped her arms around my neck. When she daggered her fingers into the back of my hair and moaned, I whispered in her ear.

  “Now bend over the desk.”

  *

  We used the afternoon in my office in fucking incredible ways. When my four o'clock arrived, I buzzed Andrea back and told her I'm busy. She knows not to ask.

  I'm always occupied with the most unbelievably perfect woman. Her body laps up everything I give her and craves more. I cannot wait to get her home with me so I can look at her, touch her and taste her whenever I want.

  When I'm finished with her and she's limp and panting with that sweet smile of surrender on her lips, I take her hand and lead her out of the office past the stunned faces of my staff. I don't care. I want everyone to know this is the woman the boss is taking as his. They may as well get used to seeing her because she's not going anywhere.

  Thursday, I called her in and told her she has a job with the Governor.

  “Doing what?” She looked at me confused, like what am I up to.

  “Political analyst.”

  “No, no, no. I am not going to be placed in an advanced position I'm not qualified for because you pull some strings.”

  She is such a fireball every day, she drives me wild with frustration and ravening fucking desire. As she lectured me on nepotism, my cock struggled in my pants until I had to silence her by taking her face in my palms and covering her mouth with mine until her body went limp.

  “Fine, go be an intern and work your way up. But you're going to be exhausted taking that on, along with everything I'm going to give you.”

  She whimpered and clasped my neck but came right back.

  “I'm young. I've got boundless energy.”

  Then she flew at me with her feisty little hands, clawing my jacket off, my belt, yanking my solid iron from my pants like she hadn't been fucked for a decade.

  She smiled as she climbed onto my desk on all fours and waited patiently for me to tug the skirt up her thighs.

  Insatiable fire and lust in little Miss Jury, soon to be Mrs Wellman.

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