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  Blurb

  Lisa Shawl knew her new job would be demanding. She just didn’t understand how much. After being given her boss’ little sister’s wedding to plan, she’s given an opportunity she never thought possible. To be his submissive for a weekend.

  Roland Valdez has wanted his new secretary from the moment he hired her. He explains that he needs her to be his date to the wedding. After learning that a Dom/sub relationship intrigues and turns her on, he tells her to give him the weekend. Will she submit to his every need or will he lose her forever?

  The Boss’s Demands

  By: Alyssa Fox

  Copyright© 2013 Alyssa Fox

  Cover Artist: Clarissa Yeo

  Alyssa Fox

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  The Boss’s Demands

  By: Alyssa Fox

  Chapter One

  "Lisa, I need to see you in my office now."

  Lisa Shawl jumped at her boss's voice, but recovered quickly as she pressed the button on the intercom. "Yes, sir."

  She stood, smoothed a hand down her gray pencil shirt, and took a breath in, before she gathered the note pad and pencil from her desk. What did he want so late in afternoon? He usually only asked her to come into his office in the mornings to go over his schedule for the day. Most of the time he worked outside the office anyway. There wasn't much need to be there, with this being a security firm. That's one reason she liked the job. No one around to have to make small talk with.

  Her job in itself was a lonesome one. Most days she didn't see anyone in person, except on the rare occasion when he met with a client there. Lisa enjoyed the quietness of the work she did. The other employees came in from time to time to get work tags for the jobs, but most of the time she texted them all they needed to know. Except she didn't mind when Roland Valdez came into the office. Yeah, like he'd look at her as anything else but his secretary.

  She turned and walked to her boss’s door and knocked. Three weeks into her new job and she still had trouble with focus when he came into the office. The confident way he carried himself and how he held her attention when they spoke, made her heart race. Lisa shook her head. She had to stop thinking of him in a sexual way. It would serve her of no good to keep thinking of ways she’d like him to fuck her.

  “Come in.” His deep voice boomed from behind the door. She wondered if his voice would sound that way in the bedroom as he fucked her.

  She slipped in, shut the door, and made her way over to his desk. “You needed to see me, sir?”

  “Yes.” Roland pointed to the chair across from him. “Sit down, please.” The white dress shirt clung to his chest, paired with the red tie contrasted with his dark skin. His grey suit jacket hung on the back of his chair. Yum! She wondered if had a bare chest or full of dark hair. The thought had her burning to run her hands through his dark brown hair. To be seated in his lap and under his touch. He’d be the dominant type. That much she knew from the erotic books she had read.

  Those long dark fingers made her mouth water. She bet he'd used them to bring a lot of women pleasure. Deep down she wanted to be one of those women. A shiver raced down her body at the thought. Lisa crossed her ankles and waited for him. Who was she kidding? Of course he had. He went through woman like people went through clothes.

  Most nights he had a date with a different woman. He always had her set up the dates and then at least twice she'd been the person to deal with the women afterwards. The constant phone calls of women who wanted to talk to him, and she'd have to come up with some sort of excuse. Roland was the kind of man parents warned their daughters not to date. Not that she listened anyway. Lisa pulled her thoughts back to the present.

  "How are the plans for my sister's wedding coming along?"

  She mentally went over the checklist in her head before she responded, "Everything is going like it should. The cake will be delivered Saturday morning, along with the flowers, food, and a few other things." His dark-as-fudge eyes studied her. Her panties became wet under his attention. Damn him and the way he made whoever he spoke to feel like they were the only person in the room. This time she was the only person in the room. She tried hard to concentrate on the business at hand and not the erotic thoughts that floated around in her mind.

  "Good. I really appreciate you doing this for me." He leaned back in his chair before he went on. "You have an eye for detail and I knew you were the best person for the job, even though it’s more work for you in the long run." He smiled at her and it made his eyes sparkle.

  "Thank you, sir. I enjoyed doing this for you."

  Lisa needed this job and had hoped her work would impress her boss, after her ex-boyfriend had thrown her out on her ass. Not only that, he took all the money in her savings account. She hadn't been sure what she'd do. She couldn’t call her parents for help, only to hear them say we told you so. She had responded to an ad in the paper for this job. It had been the last interview of the day for her. She’d all but given up on finding something and then he’d hired her.

  "In truth, I wasn't sure about hiring you, but you've shown your loyalty and you’re a hard worker." He smiled at her as he unbuttoned his sleeves and pushed them up his forearm. The muscles in his arms bunched with the movement. She tried not to stare, really she did, but it became no use. “Stop,” she scolded herself.

  He had to know his smile would make any women do anything he asked. Maybe he used it to keep women under his spell, cause it sure as hell worked for her. If not, he really should figure it out, so he could get it under control. Or before long he’d have a long line of women at his call.

  "I'm glad you took a chance on me." More than he would ever know. She'd do almost anything to keep him happy to keep her job. Lisa loved what she did.

  "As I said, you've done a good job. I do have one more request of you before you'll be done with my sister's wedding."

  She mentally went over the list in her mind of what else needed to be done and couldn’t place anything out of place. "What do you need?" The hot look in his gaze seared straight through her body. Her thong became even wetter.

  "For you to be my date for the weekend."

  Had she heard him right? Her hot Cuban boss needed her. No. He could have any woman he wanted; he surely didn't need her to do this. "Sir, I don't think I heard what you said correctly. You don't need any help in that department." He dated skinny women, not someone with curves—ever. Ever since she’d worked there, she’d noticed Roland’s fetish for the model type. She definitely didn't fit the mold and never would.

  "That's what I said. I need a date and well, I want you."

  "You can have anyone you want. I don't understand. Why me?"

  Chapter Two

  Her pupils dilated as she asked the question. He suppressed a smile at her response. From the moment she had walked in he’d had trouble. The way her hips had swayed as she walked to the chair and took a seat. He wanted to reach across his desk, grab the clip in her hair, and let down her brown locks. Her blue eyes danced in the lighting in his office and he wanted to see them with lust burning deep within.

  Roland had started to work outside the office more than normal, all because he wanted to fuck her. He worried if he stayed in-house that he'd have her bent over his desk in no time. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again. His cock tightened agains
t his pants as he watched the movement. To have those legs wrapped around him. He pushed the thought away quickly to answer her question.

  "Why not?" He countered with a shrug of his shoulders.

  "No disrespect, sir, but you date women who look like they might break at any moment. I'm not sure if you've noticed or not…I'm not skinny by any means." He tried not to laugh at her response.

  His palm itched to spank her ass for the comment. The way she talked down about herself made him want to show her how desirable he found her. He sat up and leaned forward. "Is that what you think?" Roland quirked a brow.

  "It's not what I think. I know."

  He chuckled. She had no clue what he did with those women, but she would soon. He would give her a private lesson. Most of them were submissives who wanted what he could give them. They wanted the pain mixed with pleasure. Around the local BDSM club he’d become known for being a no nonsense type of a Dom. Women flocked to him for the firm hand he delivered. He didn't date them. They weren’t his type. The women weren’t the kind he wanted to have as a man. They were only interested in the next hottest or toughest Dom. Once the newness of the one they were with wore off they moved on—a week or two at the tops.

  Too many people thought of him as a playboy, and nothing could be farther from the truth. His own family plagued him as that as well. If they only knew what he really did. So, he decided to give them a glimpse of the man he had become. He wanted Lisa on his arm for the wedding. She was his type. Lisa is who he wanted in his life, under his hand, to guide, love and care for. Deep down inside he understand she would bring out the best in him as a Dom, lover and a man. Isn’t that what all dominates wanted? The one.

  He was a Dom who commanded a room and a woman's body. He stood and walked to where she sat. The top two buttons on her blouse were unbuttoned and the creamy skin beneath peaked out. His cock stirred again. He wanted to slip his hand into the opening and play with her nipples. Who by the looks of it were already hard as they pressed against her blouse. He bet they’d taste like sugar against his tongue.

  He pulled her to her feet. The notepad and pencil fell from her hands as she braced her small fingers against his shirt. Damn. They scorched him. The room became hotter than a few moments again. Her skin against his clothes burned like a three alarm fire. She gasped as their bodies molded together. He wondered if she’d made that sweet sound as he thrust deep inside of her wet channel. She pulled her lush bottom lip between her teeth as she looked up at him. That’s it, bite your lip for me. He saw the way that her chest rose and fell as she waited to see what he would do next. Keep them waiting and guessing had always been his way of operating with a sub. He wouldn’t let them know what he had planned. With Lisa in his arms he didn’t even know, he only wanted to bend her over and fuck her. He wanted to see her skin turn a rosy color as he teased and took her. Except right now he needed to do something else.

  With a gentle hand to the small of her back, he guided her to his office door. A mirror hung on the back. He'd make her see what he saw when he looked at her. He never wanted to hear her speak that way about herself again. Roland's protective side came out with her. He wanted to guide and show her what she could be under his care. How she could soar with his help. In his heart he already thought of her as his…but she had to make the choice to be his submissive. He ached for her to gift him with it.

  The sexy way she said sir had his cock hard, and she had no clue. Just like she didn't know she had a submissive side, but he planned to show her this weekend.

  She looked over her shoulder with confusion in her blue eyes.

  "Look at yourself in the mirror."

  "Really? Like I don't see myself every day in one. I'd rather not, sir."

  Yeah, she would be a lot of work and one he wanted to tame. Never before had he wanted to guide a woman the way he wanted to with Lisa. The feisty ones were always the hardest to submit. Roland liked that about her and he ached to be the one to show her the lifestyle. He didn't want to think about that at the moment and shoved the thought away. "Humor me. Please."

  Lisa rolled her eyes, "Fine."

  "What do you see?" He needed to know this to have a starting point to help her. Her body stiffened at his words.

  After a few moments she spoke. "I see someone who needs to lose at least thirty pounds, huge thighs and hips. Are you satisfied now?" Her defenses had come out. Whoever told her she needed to do any of this needed to be pounded into the ground. She was beautiful just the way she was. He wouldn’t change a thing about her.

  "That's not what I see." He spoke gently to her.

  She spun around on her heels and jabbed a finger into his chest. Anger flared in her eyes as she started to speak, but he placed a finger against her lips. She angled away, and cocked her head to the side and began. "Let me guess. You see someone who needs to lose more and who repulses you in the worst way. It wouldn't be the first time I heard this from a man.” He loved her spunk. Roland smiled at her. "Lovely, so now you're going to laugh at me."

  " No, tu, mujer loca.”

  “I haven't got a clue what you said, but let me tell you if it’s about my weight, I'm going to string you up by your balls." When she got pissed off he wanted to fuck her even harder. He spun her around, pressed his front into her back.

  “Does this feel like I have a problem with how you look?” His hard dick poked against her ass. She wouldn’t be able to miss it. He pressed his hips against her to make sure that there’d be no doubt with how bad he wanted her. She relaxed against him a little.

  “N-No.”

  Roland trailed a hand down her stomach, her muscles bunched against his touch. He brushed against her sex and came back up. Her skin turned a rosy color under his fingertips. With his other hand he released the clip that held her brown hair back. Her wavy hair flowed over her shoulders. She kept her attention on the interaction in the mirror. Her gaze had turned dark with lust. When she bit down on her lush lips, he wished they were wrapped around his shaft.

  “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”

  She stiffened in his embrace again. “No.”

  “I see a sexy woman. A woman who since I’ve hired you, I’ve wanted to fuck.” He continued to lazily draw lines on her body and enjoy the way her body responded with goose pimples. He bunched her skirt up around her waist and pushed her thong to the side. Her mouth opened on a sigh as he slid two fingers deep into her wet pussy. Lisa pushed her hips forward as she grinded against him.

  The way her muscles milked his fingers had him wanting to spread her against desk and get deep inside of her. To see the way her face became flush with need and the soft sounds she’d make, that already had his dick hard as nails. She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes as he circled his fingers around her wet pussy.

  The only sounds in the room were their breathing as it became choppy, and the sounds of her juices as he continued to finger fuck her. The sweet smell of her arousal filled his nostrils and he ached to know what she tasted like. He wanted her orgasm.

  He pulled out and fixed her skirt. She whimpered from the loss of contact. Lisa lifted her head and tried to move away but he didn’t let go. But first she needed to know one thing. He would want full control. He’d demand it.

  “I’m not your type,” she countered as if to change the subject that he’d just had his fingers deep inside of her. This time when she moved away he let go. She turned around to face him and tried to look stern. It didn’t work. Her cheeks were still flushed with desire.

  “You don’t know my type.” He raised a brow at her. This woman thought she had a clue as to what he liked, but she didn’t.

  “I’ve seen the women that show up here and you leave with.”

  He hesitated before deciding to respond with total honesty. She needed to learn sooner or later. “Those women are submissives I’ve been training.”

  Confusion marred her face. “You order them around and beat them if they don’t obey?” She took a st
ep back away from him. He missed the contact of her silky body against his. Long moments passed before either of them moved or spoke. Finally, Lisa said, “You’re a control freak and want to hurt women.” He didn’t miss the hurt in her voice. Something had for sure happened with her in this department and he’d find out.

  He strolled over to her, lifted her chin until she looked at him. “Sort of. I do love to be in control, but listen to me and really hear me. I don’t abuse women.” Roland tried to will her to understand what he’d told her.

  “What would you call hitting a woman then?”

  “I would call it a power exchange relationship. Yes, I hit them with my hands, flogger, paddle or a belt, but I don’t beat them.” Her breath hitched as he spoke. The thought of being spanked excited her. A sweet blush flushed across her body.

  “It’s all the same.” Lisa pushed his hand away but he didn’t let her go.

  “Mi princesa, you wouldn’t be turned on by the idea if it repulsed you so much. I bet your ass would turn a nice red color under my hand.”

  She shook her head. “Never. A—” She closed her eyes as if she’d said too much. But not before he saw the hurt she wanted to mask.

  “Give me the weekend to show you what a dominant/submissive relationship should be like. If after Sunday you don’t want to go any farther, I’ll never touch you again.” This could backfire on him and he fully knew it when he said the words. But, he also had seen the way her body responded to what they’d talked about. Lisa, a natural submissive, needed someone who knew what they were doing to guide her.

  “I don’t know.”

  “What do you have to lose?”

  “Everything.”

  “Or you have everything to gain.” He countered and raised a brow at her.

  She took a ragged breath in, and then looked him square in the eyes. “Fine. You get the weekend and that’s it.” Of course she didn’t address what he had said. He smiled to himself knowing that he’d gotten to her. Roland planned on making this a weekend she wouldn’t ever forget.