11 comments/ 10420 views/ 9 favorites Breaking Jane By: Lizzie_Erotica "Can I help you?" Those words startled out of the trance I was in after walking into the most elaborate lobby I had ever stepped in to in one of the tallest skyscrapers I have ever seen. I'm from a small town in Pennsylvania where the biggest thing around is Walmart. Everything was glass, steel and marble; shiny enough that I could see my reflection in it and get a good hard look at frump queen extraordinaire Jane Lambert. I decided I was gonna give it a go moving to New York City after graduating with a double major in finance and business management. I wanted to rule the world or more like get the hell out of Stroudsburg Pennsylvania. So with my 4.0 and my double major the best I could do was get a temp job working for an employment agency that I'm pretty sure cuts corners with the IRS, but it landed me here in the lobby of this immaculate building in the finance district of New York City so not complaining. After all my mother did wants me to marry my high school boyfriend and have babies and get married just like every other girl I went to school with, but that wasn't for me I wanted out. So I answered answered a roommate wanted add and got landed with Dominick who by day is an investment banker and on nights and weekends and goes by the name Stardust and works at an upscale drag club. "I'm the new temp at Garrison and Caldwell." I tell the receptionist in the lobby trying to act like I belong there. She give me the once over, cocks and eyebrow at me and says "Oh so you're covering for Diana while she's out on maternity leave. Go around the corner and take the elevator on the right hand side up to the 59th floor. I'll call up and let them know you're coming." "Thank you!" I smile kindly at her and all I get is an "Mmmmhmmm" for my efforts. Running back to Pennsylvania is starting to look really good right about now. As I walk toward the elevator I recite my mantra "you can do this Janey" just like my dad used to tell me every time I went out for sports. More often then not is end up in the ER afterwards but he'd always say "at least you tried". The elevator comes almost instantly and I hear the ping as the doors open and I step in. The butterflies in my stomach are making me feel like I'm gonna hurl and my hands shake as I reach for the button that says 59. "First day?" A smooth velvety voice with the sexiest British accent I have ever heard says from just over my shoulder. I have a habit of walking with me eyes to floor and I didn't see him get on with me. "Yyyeah," I stutter, "what floor?" "Same." Is all he says. I'm too nervous to turn and look at him but I can see his blurry reflection is the metal of the elevator doors. Tall and muscular in a tailored suit, I bet he's gorgeous. I can tell he's tan with blonde hair and he's leaning against the back of the elevator with his arms across his chest. I can feel him studying me and my spine is tingling as he eyes me. I don't think of myself as attractive. I'm average height and too curvy to be considered skinny. My long auburn hair a up on a tight chignon and I'm wearing a modest skirt suit that I got on sale at Macy's. There is nothing eye catching about me so I can't imagine why he is examining me so intensely but I can feel his eyes traveling over my body. Im about to turn around and ask him what he's looking at when it pings at our floor. As soon as the doors open he brushes past me with a polite "excuse me" as he heads right for the sandblasted glass door that read Garrison and Caldwell. I follow after him at a slower pace and watch as he walks head held high with confidence and a swagger to his step that seems arrogant, if a walk can be arrogant that it. The first thought that comes to mind is i really hope I'm not working anywhere near him. It's a big company and they handle the finances of many wealthy people all over the world. As I walk through the door. There is yet another snotty receptionist who gives me the once over and immediately dismisses me as not worth her time. I stand there for a full 5 minutes for I discreetly clear my throat and she looks at me. "Ugh can I help you?" She's got lipstick on her teeth but I don't tell her that I just give her look back to her and say "I'm the new temp." "Oh. Let me call Mr. Caldwell office and let Diana know you're here so someone can escort you back." She sounds like Fran Drescher, I bet she laughs like her too. I take a seat in the lobby and wait a small eternity before a very pregnant woman with kind eyes and big smile greets me. I like her instantly. "You must be Jane. It's nice to meet you, you came highly recommended. It's not often that we get a temp with background in finance." "Yes, I graduated top of my class from Rutgers." I say and smile politely. "That's wonderful and while your degree will help you understand your job you won't be dealing with accounts or clients very often. You'll be replacing me as Mr. Caldwell's receptionist." A receptionist job! She has got to shitting me! When they told me I would be temping at one of the leading finance firms in New York I couldn't wait to rub it in everyone's face back home and now I find out I'm a glorified temporary secretary to probably some fat balding partner of a company who's handled accounts for companies all over the world. Noticing the look on my face she smiles kindly at me and I see the pity in her eyes. "Mr. Caldwell is a great boss. He's very fair as far as salary. Which he will discuss with you when he's done with his meeting." "I thought the agency pays me?" "No honey, they just give your name to the companies that you're qualified to work for and they pay you. This job is a lot of paper pushing and typing notes and memos to clients. You will answer phones of course and there is a list of people who you must transfer to Mr. Caldwell immediately and the rest you take messages for. You're responsible for out of office errands as well." "Out of office errands?" "Picking up dry cleaning, getting him lunch, coffee and whatever else he needs." "I thought you said I'd be his receptionist?" "Well yes, but more like a personal assistant. I'll give you the job description to read over and you can go ahead and sign if you agree to the terms. Once you agree Mr. Caldwell will talk shop with you and we'll begin training. Today is gonna be a lot of boring HR stuff, but tomorrow will be the fun part. Ready?" As I'll ever be, but I don't say that instead I smile kindly and follow her in. Mr. Caldwell's office is all the way in the back through a sea of cubicles, flying papers and ringing phones. Diana opens the door to his domain which is separated by the main room by a wall of glass. Her desk is to the left and another waiting area is to the right. Everything is done on dark wood and burgundy and there are fresh plants everywhere. It's all very warm and inviting. The couches a velvet plush with a beautiful Persian rug to complete the look a cherry coffee table sits in the middle of the waiting area with all the latest magazines laid out in a neat pile. Diana's desk is a rounded L shaped with the usual phone and computer, a Mac if course, and an incoming and outgoing bin at one end that at 9am both are already full. She has pictures of her family and little knock knacks decorating her desk, but it's her huge plush office chair that really gets my attention. It looks amazingly comfortable and I cannot wait to sit in it. I am a sucker for comfort any way I can get it. I hate heels and when I go home at night I put on my tshirt and sweats. So far the cushy office chair is the only thing I like about taking this job. "Here's the new employment packet." Diana says breaking me out of my fantasy of curling up on her chair, "Read through it and sign and initial the highlighted areas." The thing is about 25 pages and of blah and I time out about 5 pages in and just sign and initial where indicates. The last page however catches my eye. "Is this a nondisclosure agreement?" "Yes, Mr. Caldwell requires all employees to sign one. We have a lot of high profile clients that come in and out of this office regularly. He doesn't want the staff blabbing about it." "Oh." Is all I can say. I don't have anyone to tell anyway other than Dom so I just sign without reading it and hand the packet back to her. She smiles at me and hits a button on the intercom of her phone. "Yes Diana?" A smooth accented voice says from the speaker. "Jane Lambert to see you Mr. Caldwell." "Send her in." "Go ahead in Jane. No need to knock." I'm speechless. The sex god from the elevator is my new boss? Holy fucking shit! I can't get my feet to move but somehow I'm at the door. I turn the handle and push open the door. The office smells of leather and expensive cologne, it is the most intoxicating thing I have smelled in my life. I'm getting turned on by then smell of his office? Get a grip Jane. His back is to me when I enter his office he's standing at the wall of windows with his hands in his pockets looking out over New York the view is breath taking. "Have a seat Jane." The way his accent caresses name is like chocolate melting on your tongue. I walk toward his desk with shakes legs but he stops me with a gesture of his hand and point to the lovely seating area off to the right. It's in a cozy little nook of his office away from the area where he conducts business. It's very inviting with it brown leather couches with matching cream and brown throw pillows and cream carpet. As I move to take a seat he turns from the window to face me and I get my first real look at him. He is the type of guy romance novels are written about but without the romance just raw inhibited sex. Dirty, filthy nasty sex. I feel my nipples tingling as they harden and my panties getting wet. I'm a make love kind of girl but right at that moment I am was ready to fuck and I had no idea where those feelings were coming from. I've never been that girl. I've had one partner and that was my high school boyfriend. We lost out virginity to each other in my bed on prom night. My devirginizing was one big cliche. Our sex life was simple. No experimenting other than switching between missionary and me on top. No mind blowing orgasms and a lot of fumbling around. I gave him a blow job once and he was too grossed out by the idea of going down on me so we never did it end of story. We broke up at the end of summer before college and I never dated again after that period. Too busy trying to graduate, get a job and get the hell out of dodge. But right now my hormones were on overdrive and he was staring at me like he knew. I watched him as he took in a deep breath almost like he could smell my arousal and began walking toward me. I was frozen. Stuck like I statue where I stood just staring as the most gorgeous creature my eyes had ever seen. When he reached me he held out his hand for me to shake and my brain kicked back on. As soon as out hands touched it felt like a thousand volts of electricity we're shooting through my body and almost came right there. How embarrassing would that have been? After another small eternity he finally spoke. "Jane Lambert? I presume? I'm James Caldwell. You may call me James in private but in front of clients and in this office I am Mr. Caldwell of Sir, is that clear?" "Yes. " It can out as barely a whisper, but he gave his head a sharp nod so I assumed he heard me." "Have a seat. Would like me to have Diana get you anything?" "No I'm fine." Which came our as squeak. Jesus Jane get your life together. "Let's cut to the chase. Do I intimidate you, Ms. Lambert?" I hate it when people ask me that! Just because I'm a nerdy girl with glasses and come off as meek does not mean I am easily intimidated. "No, Mr. Caldwell, you don't. " I said with a lot more confidence then it could ever hope to have. He just looked at me, cocked his head to the side and the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly before he resumed his mask. He was laughing at me the bastard! "Very well then. I run a tight ship Ms. Lambert and I expect you to be prompt is that clear?" "Yes." "You will train with Diana and she will educate you on what I expect. We will be working closely together you and I. I expect you to be available to me at all hours of the day is that clear?" "All hours?" "Yes. You will be given a company phone, car and a key to my flat. Your duties for the day will be in your desk daily and I reserve the right to add to that list as need be." "Can I ask a question? Why do I need a key to your apartment?" "There may be days when I work from home and some of my more upscale clients prefer to meet at my home office. There may also be other reasons that I may need to be there if I'm away on business for any reason. Providing that you are not with me." "I don't really need a company car. I'm ok with public transportation. It a generous offer though." "It's nonnegotiable. Now as for your salary," he picked up the notepad and pen, I hadn't even seen sitting in the table enthralled as I was by him, and write down an figure and handed it to me. "Will that suffice?" My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw the number. That can't possibly be a starting salary for a temp receptionist/personal assistant. "Well..." "Ok I'll raise it and include another week of vacation. Medical benefits are included as well and paid for by the company. How's this?" I was speechless $75,000 a year plus 4 weeks vacation and full medical? Someone pinch me. "Surely this is a little high for an assistant?" "Assistant?" he laughed. His laugh is the stuff of fairy tales. Melodic, rich and sexy as hell, " yes you'll be taking over for Diana while she's away, but you'll be much more than an assistant to me. I can assure you of that." I didn't know it yet but the amount of meaning behind that statement should've had me running out of that office screaming. Breaking Jane Ch. 02 "Jane." Hearing my name over the intercom for the past 2 weeks in that sexy British accent had me in a permanent state of arousal. I couldn't deny it to myself anymore how much I wanted to fuck my boss. James Caldwell is the stuff of legends if I were Shakespearean at all I would compose sonnets to his perfection. It's bad enough I started keeping a journal on my encounters with him. Pathetic I know. "Yes, Mr. Caldwell?" "Come in here, now!" I didn't even bother to answer with a quick yes sir. I was up, out my seat and at his office door before I even took my next breath. He'd never used that tone with me before and it had me wondering what I had done to upset him. Talk around the office was he wasn't one for hearing excuses if you messed up you were gone. It's a miracle Diana has been with him for the past 2 years. I turned the handle and inhaled the aroma of his office as the door opened cologne and leather as man. God I was becoming addicted. "Yes sir?" I tried my best to keep my voice from shaking but it was hard. I was intimidated by him and he knew it, but I would never admit it. He liked to stand in my personal space as often as possible. Thinking back on it I think he got off on watching me quiver. "I asked you to dress appropriately today for the meeting you will be attending with me, did I not?" "Yes sir." What the fuck! I had my hair styled, makeup done and chiffon shift dress on that was on the clearance rack at Sears. I thought I looked good. Sure it's not Armani or whatever the fuck he wears but it was comfortable and I felt pretty in it. "Then why are you dressed like that?" "With all due respect, Sir, this is the nicest dress I've got." "I didn't ask you to dress for dinner or a night on the town Ms. Lambert. I asked you to dress for a business meeting with a bunch of sharks. That dress won't do." He stood and walked up to me and began circling me. He was in my personal space again and I involuntarily started to shake goosebumps breaking out all over my body. Why do I have such a strong reaction to him? He reached up fingered the fabric at my shoulder and his skin grazed my shoulder. It was like getting struck by lightning I jumped. "Do I intimidate you Ms. Lambert?" I was getting really tired of him asking me that question. "No." I growled through gritted teeth and he sniggered. "You've a smart mouth, don't you Jane? I'd love to show you what I do to women with smart mouths." I just stared at him mouth gapping open like a damn fish. What the hell did he mean by that? Before I had time to really think about it he walked back to his desk and grabbed his suit jacket, shrugged it on and was back in front of me. "I'm going to dress you Jane and this better be the last time we have this conversation. I expect you to dress like you belong here and if means replacing your entire wardrobe so be it." He said as he grabbed my arm and led me out of his office toward the elevators. I sat in the back of his chauffeured town car trying my best to melt into the paneling of the door. He sat next to me again invading my personal space. The seat was big enough for three ppl and yet he sat next to me suit jacket to bare skin. I could feel the electricity of his skin through it. "Take us to Neiman Marcus, Stefan." Stefan just tipped his hat and navigated in to the busy New York City streets bobbing and weaving through the endless throng of taxies, commuters and tourists. I stared out the window at my surrogate city. I really was starting to love it here. "I took the liberty of calling ahead. You will be meeting with Sylvia the manager and a personal friend of mine. She knows what I expect of my associates. She will take your measurements and dress you accordingly for the meeting. Then she will have a personal shopper select items for you to wear according to my preferences and have them delivered to your home tomorrow. Is that clear?" "Crystal." I muttered. I hated being told what to do. I would've stayed with my family in Pennsylvania if I wanted to be bossed around. "I'm going to fuck that smart mouth one of these days." "What?" He said it just low enough that I couldn't be sure what he said but the meaning came across loud and clear. James Caldwell does not like to be trifled with. I smiled I can sass with the best of them and I would sass him as often and I could. I was curious to see if he'd follow through with that statement.We rode the rest of the way in silence, but the tension was thick in the air. 20 minutes later I was standing in the lobby of the most fancy store I had ever stepped into. It was floor after floor of beautiful clothing, hand bags, shoes all name brands and all way out of my budget. Mr. Caldwell strolled next me like he owned the place and the buxom plastic botoxed half to death beauty next to us who didn't say word one let alone look at me was Sylvia. Tall and dangerously thin in heels that made her about a foot taller than me I felt like the frump queen again. Every word she spoke was addressed to Mr. Caldwell only. So I did what I do best I tuned out and followed. "Jane." His accent caressed my name. "Hmmm?" "Were you listening to a thing I've said in the last 5 minutes." "No. Sorry I didn't know you were talking to me." The look he gave would've had a lesser woman quivering in her boots and being the lesser but stubborn woman that I am I held his gaze and even glared a little. I was awarded a smirk for my efforts and a look that promised retribution. The private dressing rooms were all silk, satin and velvet; plush chairs that you can sink into like a fluffy cloud and unlimited champagne while you wait and try on clothes that cost more than I make in a month and Mr. Caldwell was planning on buying a new wardrobe. I'd seen his accounts and knew he was loaded, but the thought of having him spend money on me made me feel cheap. "It's part of the incentive. I need you to look a certain way and I supply the means to do so." He said almost as if reading my mind. "I'm only a temp. I don't need such lavish things. I'll only be an associate of yours for another few weeks until Diana comes back." "Yes." Was all he said but that one word was loaded with more meaning then I cared to think about. It wasn't an answer it was a promise of things to come. I waited in uncomfortable silence until Sylvia came back into the room with a clothing rack and an assistant. "Please strip down to your undergarments and step up on the pedestal." Figures the bitch is French. "Excuse me?" "I need to take your measurement madamoiselle. I cannot do that with your clothes on." She sneered the words clothes as she looked at mine almost as if I were dressed in nothing but a burlap sack. "If you'll excuse us Mr. Caldwell." I said over my shoulder as I stood. "You've nothing that I haven't seen before Jane and I said it's James outside of the office." "Well, James," I said mockingly, " I am not comfortable with my boss seeing me in my skivvies!" "There's that smart mouth again. Very well, I'll step outside." He took his glass of champagne and walked out the door leaving me with the evil bitch monster from hell. I have never been more poked, prodded or violated in my life stripped down to my underwear in front of the French poodle and her assistant who was either mute or really good at acting like a mute but she didn't need to talk for me to see the blatant disapproval of me and my curves on her face. "Please remove your undergarments Mr. Caldwell has requested that lingerie is ordered for you as well." "Excuse me?" Why the hell does he care what kind of panties I have on? "I am doing my job now please." She said as she practically shoved me off the pedestal. I wanted to scratch her face off, but I was too mortified about standing in front of this stick figure of a woman naked. She led me off the pedestal and pulled back a curtain I hadn't even noticed before and gestured for me to enter. So I wouldn't have to be naked in front of her after all thank The Lord for small blessings. Inside was an assortment if lingerie in different colors. My underwear were simple black lace boy shorts with pink trim and a pretty bow and my bra matched. This stuff was porn star wear; half cup push up bras and thongs, I hate thongs. I picked out a simple black pair of panties and matching bra to change into and stepped back out dropping my panties and bra on the pile that was my chiffon dress. Sylvia nodded her approval and handed me a gorgeous cream colored suit that fit like a glove and made me look sophisticated and sexy. As I was admiring my sexy Armani suit with its thigh length skirt and long sleeve peplum top. I heard "Much better." In that sexy deep accent that made my new thong panties wet. "I'm glad you approve Sir, especially since this top alone might break your bank." "Trust me Jane I can afford it. Are we almost done here Sylvia?" "Nearly she said handing me a pair of 5 inch cream colored peep toe louboutin pumps with a red spike heel that looked like they were made more for fucking then office wear. I nearly threw a fit over the shoes they were a hard limit for me I absolutely hate heels! I wear sneakers and flats all the time. I don't even own heels, but these were sexy. I looked over at James as Sylvia held the shoes out to me and saw a glimmer in his eyes I had never seen before. He liked the shoes; more than liked them if the way he blatantly adjusted his crotch was any indication. My eyes followed his hand as he readjusted his very obvious erection. He caught me looking and gave me the first genuine smile I had ever seen cross his face; I swallowed, hard. Damn he's beautiful and I was rendered speechless. "Put them on Ms. Lambert. I want to see the finished look." I complied robotically. I just couldn't get his smile out of my head even with mask back in place. I put the shoes on and walked up to him. I felt like a teeter totter but I managed. The shoes were surprisingly comfortable and I felt good in them. "Very nice. Now let's get going before we're late for the meeting." He turned on his heel and walked toward the door and I followed. Before I reached the door I remembered my pile of discarded clothes and bent to pick them up. I folded the dress and picked up my bra, but couldn't find my panties. I looked around the immediate area and would've searched longer if given the time but when a very annoyed "I don't like to be kept waiting" came from behind me I turned and left without my favorite pair of panties. Breaking Jane Ch. 03 I thought about my missing panties the entire way back to the office. I was certain I dropped them and my bra on my pile of clothes together. I chanced a sideways glance at James noting the smirk he had on his face. "Something funny, James?" I asked with a little more disdain in my voice then I meant. "My aren't we touchy today? What's the matter Jane?" He said mockingly. He knew! The fucker had my panties! I had half a mind but not enough nerve to confront him about it, so I just turned and looked out the window. He chuckled under his breath before turning to stare out his own window. The rest of the drive commenced in silence. I didn't want to talk to him unless I had to and all I could think about was getting my panties back so I could slip out of this atomic wedgie device and back into comfort. But how to get them from him? I certainly wasn't going to ask him, although I would bet my next paycheck that was what he wanted. James is all about control and making sure that lesser beings know that they're lesser. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of appearing weak. Fuck that noise! Stefan double parked and was out of the car and around to my side almost instantly. He tipped his hat to me and smiled as I stepped out. "Very nice Miss." "Thank you Stefan!" I said beaming. The man never spoke, but it was nice for the first words I heard him say to be a compliment about my new attire. I walked into the building for like I belonged there for the first time since I was hired and got second glances from every person who was loitering around the lobby. "It feels nice doesn't it?" "What?" "Being noticed. You play it like you like being in the background, but you my dear were born to be the center of attention." I almost tripped over my $1200 shoes. James had just complimented me, what was the world coming to. I couldn't help, but smile though because I could feel his eyes on my ass when he said it. Looks like Mr. Caldwell was as affected by me as I was by him. I put a little more pep in my step and a sway in my hips as I walked. I was awarded with a sharp intake of breath and a strained grown. He couldn't see me, so I wore the smile proud on my face as I used my more than generous assets to my advantage. It was all too short lived, as we had reached the elevators. As I leaned over to press the call button James took the opportunity to wrap his arm around my waist and step in to me, I could feel the imprint of his hard cock right in the crack of my ass, as he leaned down and growled in my ear. "Don't tease me Ms. Lambert. Never tease me. I am a man of means but more importantly if I can't have what I want I take it. Don't ever forget that. You may be under contract while you're here as my employee, but make no mistake, that does not make you safe from me. You have a spirit that was meant to be broken Jane." And with that he stepped back. I let out the breath I was holding. I was shaking, with fear or anticipation, I had no idea. Maybe it was both, but the only thought in my head was "bring it on!" The elevator chose that moment to ding and I jumped, stepped back and nearly lost my balance. James caught me by the arm and I turned just enough to see those yellow/green eyes of his blazing, his pupils were dilated and he took in a sharp breath when my hand grazed his crotch. "Sorry." I said apologetically. He just shook his head once sharply as if to say not here not now. We let the other people exit the elevator before we stepped on. There were other people waiting, but for some reason no one stepped on with us. As the doors slid closed with a hiss I felt the atmosphere charge and I didn't so much as feel, but rather sensed him move toward me. Before I could even think to move he barreled into me and pinned me to the wall of the elevator. "You. Smell. Delicious." He said his voice roughened by lust. I couldn't respond so I just stood there with his front pressed to my back as he ran his hands down my arms, over my hips and down my thighs to the hem of my skirt. "Do you want me to fuck you, Jane? I've seen the way you look at me. You think I don't notice?" He said into my ear as his fingers slid under the hem of my skirt. I was helpless to stop him. God I wanted this, but my pride wouldn't allow me to let a pompous prick like James Caldwell feel me up in an elevator. "Get the fuck off me! Now!" I growled at him and he just laughed. A soft chuckle right in my ear that sent a shiver down my spine and wet my panties even more. I felt my nipples harden and my clit swell. Oh God did I want this. "Tell you what, I'm gonna stick a finger in your juicy little cunt and if you're wet I'm going to fuck you and if not, I'm going to make you wet and then fuck you." My breasts were getting fuller and heavier with each word and if he touched me, even grazed my pussy I'd cum. His hand slid up my thigh and I stood stock still. I couldn't move, couldn't think about anything other than his touch and the trail of fire it was leaving on my bare skin. His fingertip grazed the front of my panties and I unconsciously arched into his hand, my brain had shut down and my body was driving. He traced the line of my panties along my waistline and slipped his hand in as he used his knee to part my legs. He growled his approval when he touched my pussy and discovered how wet I was. He didn't waste time either. He tore through the sheer fabric with his finger at the same time I heard his other hand unzipping his pants and releasing himself. He entered me with the force of a man starved for the feel of a woman. I inhaled sharply at the pleasure/pain of him entering me so forcefully. He was pounding in to me before I could take in another breath and I moaned my pleasure at how full I was. James was a big man in all the ways that mattered and I had to brace my hands against the wall as he drove in to me over and over again. He lifted my right leg over his arm bending it at the knee while he grabbed a fistful of my hair and bent my head back so he could fuck my mouth with his tongue. I knew he only kissed me to keep me quiet but the sensation of him in my mouth and fucking my pussy was too much and I came violently, a whole body orgasm, the kind that shakes you to your soul. As I was coming down from my high he pumped in to me a few more times as hard as he could as he found his own release. The feeling if his cock spurting hot warm cum into me sent me over the edge again and I nearly blacked out from the force of 2 intense orgasms back to back. We stood like that for a moment his forehead on my shoulder. No basking in the afterglow with this one as soon as he caught his breath he slid out of me and released my leg, steadying me went I almost tipped over. I stayed there facing the corner while he readjusted himself and pushed in the emergency stop to reactivate the elevator. I hadn't even seen or felt him stop it. We rode up to our floor in silence, him on one side me on the other. When the elevator doors opened on our floor I let him step out first. He was looking a little flushed but gorgeous as ever. I on the other hand looked like I'd been raped. My hair was a disaster, lipstick smeared on the side of my mouth and my skirt seam was off center. Thank heavens no one was in the lobby I hightailed it to the bathroom to clean myself up. 20 minutes later I stepped out fresh and clean thanks to my "hoe" bag that I keep in my purse. Dom calls it the essential one night stand morning after kit and gave me one as a house warming gift when I moved in. It's a small clutch with tissues, make up and hooha wipes, toothbrush and toothpaste, perfume and fresh panties (which I had already used and didn't replace dammit). I took all my makeup off, reapplied it and freshened up my downstairs. James ripped my panties and currently had my other ones somewhere on his person, so I was going commando. I could smell him all over me it was a shame to mask it with perfume, but I had a meeting to attend in 30 minutes and the just fucked look is not sexy on everyone. I spent the majority of the time fixing my hair. My long curly auburn hair was unruly at best but after having James use it as a handle it was impossible. I combed through it the best I could with the travel brush in my purse and swept it up into a ponytail and twisted it into an intricate twist at my nape. I stepped out of the ladies room fresh and clean still sporting that just fucked glow. I threw my shredded thong in the trash and walked toward the door to Garrison and Caldwell. I walked right passed Fran aka Denise and right into the lobby outside James's office to my desk. His line was lit up on the phone so I knew he was on it. I grabbed the copies of the proposal and set off toward the conference room to set up. "Jane." James said as a passed his open office door. "Yes, Sir?" He didn't answer just beckoned me with his fingers. As I stepped into his office he gestured for me to close the door and I obeyed. He leaned in his chair, elbows resting on the armrests and fingers steepled in front of his face as he watched me walk up to his desk. He reached over and hit the mute button on the speaker. "Hike up your skirt and sit your pretty little ass on my desk." He said pointing to the spot just I'm front of him. "Excuse me?" "Don't make me ask you twice or I'll bend you over the desk and spank you." He was serious I could tell by the way he said it and I was turned on. What was wrong with me? I walked around his desk hiking my skirt up as I went. I had it around my hips when I stepped up to his chair and he turned toward me. He managed to keep the conversation going with the man on the phone as he watched me. He rolled his chair away so I could sit in front of him on his desk, as I lifted myself on to the smooth cool wood he grasped first my left ankle and then my right and propped my heels on the armrests of his chair. "Drop your knees and spread your legs." He mouthed to me. I hesitated just a fraction and he slapped my ass cheek, hard. "Do as your told." I let my knees drop to either side. I sat up straight and watched him as he watched me. He was completely entranced by the sight of my exposed flesh all out and on display for his viewing pleasure. I watched as he licked his lips and palmed himself through his pants. He was really getting turned on. "Touch yourself. I want to watch you. " he whispered. I didn't hesitate this time, having him watch me was hot. I spread my lips and started rubbing my clit feeling it elongate and harden under my touch, watching James's reactions to me the entire time. He was seriously turned on, his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was heavy. "Don't cum." What? It felt so good how could I not? "If you cum I will punish you." Holy shit? Was he for real? I continued rubbing myself while he carried on his conversation, with whoever was on the phone, trying to stop the orgasm that was building deep in me. Part of me wanted to please him by not cummimg, but there was also a sick and twisted part of me daring me to climax so he could punish me. I kept my eyes on him and watched him watching me. He carried on his conversation,the person on the other end of the line completely oblivious to what was going on. His eyes were transfixed on the movement of my hand. I slipped my a finger inside me and was rewarded with a sharp intake from James. His eyes were on fire when they met mine and his pupils were so dilated his eyes looked black. "Alan." He said sharply cutting off the other persons tyraid. "Yes sir?" "Just get it done." And with that he hit the end button, stood up and positioned himself between my legs. He reached between us, grabbed my wrist and removed my finger from inside me, brought them to his mouth and replaced them with his. His first push inside me forced me to let out a long drawn out moan. "That's right Jane let it out. No one can hear you in here." He said as he pushed a second finger into me and I moaned louder. He brought his lips down to my neck and kissed my pulse point, then traced the vein with his tongue and bit down on the muscle between my neck and shoulder. The small sting of pain I felt in my neck only heightened the pleasure I was getting from his fingers fucking me. I couldn't hold it back anymore I was going to cum and he was going to punish me. I began shaking with the effort it was taking to stave off my impending orgasm. I threw my head back and bit down on my bottom lip when he added a third finger and began rubbing my clit with his thumb in slow agonizing circles. I couldn't help myself I rocked my hips in rhythm with his has hand and moaned unabashedly, I probably sounded like a wounded animal. "That's it let me feel you. Cum Jane now!" He growled into my ear I screamed my release and came violently for the third time in less than an hour. The last thing I remember was James beautiful face with smug smile on it. My last thought was " I bet the bastard is pretty pleased with himself." Then everything went black. Breaking Jane Ch. 04 My head was spinning as my eyes came back into focus. "What happened?" I said as I sat up on the couch in James's office. How the hell did I get on the couch? "Le petit mort." "Le petit what?" "It means the little death. The French believe your heart stops beating at the peak orgasm and can cause black outs. As you have just experienced Ms. Lambert. Hence the reason I brought you to the couch. You've been out for about 5 minutes. Orgasm control can be extremely pleasurable once your Master gives you permission to climax." "Master? Wanna run that by me again?" He just chuckled as he knelt down in front of me. "You're a submissive Jane. You may not realize it, but you're a natural born submissive. You do as you're told and you never make eye contact. You can be a bit of brat but I have no problem whipping that out of you." "You mean like BDSM?" "Bondage does nothing for me, but I do like to be obeyed. I also enjoy doling out punishment, when it's warranted." "Ok you're losing me." "I want you to be my slave." "Like a love slave or a sex slave?" "Don't be do naive Jane. I mean a Master/slave relationship. I will train you to behave as I expect and I will punish you when you do not." "Ok you're crazy? Who would actually agree to something like that? Slavery was abolished a long time ago buddy. Did England not get the memo?" He turned away and let out a long aggravated sigh. I was pissing him off, good. "I have warned you repeatedly about your smart mouth and I think now is a good time to teach you a lesson. On your knees NOW!" His tone of voice was affecting something deep inside me, I wanted to obey him, I needed to obey him. I was on my knees, with his crotch at eye level, before I could even think to smart mouth him again. "I am going to teach you what I do to women with smart mouths. Open!" He said as he reached up to cup my chin in his right hand; I dropped my jaw without a second thought. He pressed his pointer finger and thumb into my cheeks to keep my mouth open and lifted his palm to tilt my head back. My eyes followed his hand as he slid his zipper down and reached in and freed himself. He was already semi hard. I knew he was big when he was pile driving me in the elevator but now actually seeing his cock with its large swollen head and protruding veins made my heart rate speed up. Holy shit! Seeing the trace of fear in my eyes at his size he smiled down at me and placed the engorged purple head on my lower lip. I went to reach for his shaft with my hand and he tsked at me. "I did not give you permission to touch me. Hands behind your back. Stick out your tongue and lick off that bead of precum." My tongue darted out and traced the underside of his cock along the vein, licking off the salty sweet drop that had run down his shaft. He hissed out a breath and gripped my chin harder forcing my mouth wider. "Wrap your lips around my shaft." He was thick and my mouth was already open wider then I ever thought possible, but I obeyed and he began feeding me his cock inch by deeply veined inch. I gagged when his bellend hit my throat he pulled head back further and shoved his cock straight down my throat. He began to move rhythmically sliding in and out slowly to get me used to the length and girth of his cock. "Time to teach that smart mouth a lesson." He said between clenched teeth. He repositioned his hands to the sides of my head and began his assault on my mouth with a hard thrust of his hips. I moaned deeply in the back of throat before he silenced me by making me swallow his cock again. My eyes began watering as he pumped into me, each pump stealing what little breath I had. "Remove your top and bra." He commanded me as he released my head and pulled his cock from my mouth. I was gasping for air trying desperately to catch my breath. I stared up at him, beautiful powerful man, sweat glistening around his hair line from exertion and his beautiful cock glistening with my saliva. I removed my shirt and bra as quickly as I could desperate to have him inside me again. "Stick out your tongue." He said as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth in one smooth thrust of his hips and began fucking me again rougher this time. He used my hair as a handle to guide my head, setting the pace. I couldn't breath and he made sure I knew I could only take a breath when he let me. He started a pattern, forcing himself as far down my throat as he could, my nose buried in his pubes, rocking his hips into my face then pulling out so I could take a breath, over and over. I was wet, swollen and achy loving every minute as he fucked my face listening to the wet slide of his cock in and out of my mouth and watching my spit drip on to his balls and my breasts. My teeth were cutting into my lips, my nose felt bruised and I was in heaven. With one final thrust he out a long strangled moan as he buried his cock down my throat and came in long hot spurts. I nearly choked and what I couldn't swallow leaked out of the sides of my mouth and dripped onto my breasts. He pulled out of my mouth, released my hair and went in to the washroom off of his office, leaving me half naked horny and a mess again. "Get yourself cleaned up and meet me in the conference room in 5 minutes." He said as he, looking no worse for the wear, grabbed the stack of proposals off of his desk and walk toward the door. "And don't finish yourself off in the bathroom. I'll know." Were his last words before closing the door behind him. Would he really know if I made myself come? I was painfully aroused and had planned on it once he left, but I hesitated. How would he know? I was tempted to do it anyway, if his punishments were all like that who was I to complain? I stood up grabbed my shirt and bra and walk into the bathroom. As soon as I looked in the mirror I cringed, I had makeup all over my face again, spit and cum all over my chest, but I was glowing. I folded my shirt and bra and placed them on the marble counter top and looked around for something to clean myself up with. There was a warmer full of towels, so I grabbed one wet it and wiped first my face and then my chest. I didn't have time to reapply my makeup so I salvaged it a best as I could, neatened my hair and reapplied lipstick to my now swollen lips. Angelina Jolie had nothing on me right now. I put my bra and shirt back on and stepped out of a bathroom postcoital for the second time that day. I exited James's office and made the short walk to the conference room. I walked in wearing my confidence like a second skin, head held high and was rewarded with 3 open mouthed stares from our client and his 2 lawyers. I shifted my gaze over to James to find him with a raised eyebrow and his arms crossed over his chest wearing a look that spoke volumes. It said "I own you Ms. Lambert, you are mine." I shot him back a look that said "we'll see about that." He simply smirked and turned to our guests as I took a seat to his left at the long oval oak table. Our client Noah Buchanan is what financiers would call "new money" his granddaddy had some oil stock that he turned into millions with a chain or hardware stores and Noah, his only heir, inherited it and invested well. Unfortunately, he was also impulsive and careless with his fortune and squandered away about $2 billion in the last year on poor choices. So he wanted to hire us to manage his accounts and make him more money. "Why should Mr. Buchanan trust you with his money Mr. Caldwell." One of his lawyers said once we were all seated. A short fat balding man in a suit much too small for him sweating like a pig on a slaughter line. "He shouldn't." James said cooly. "What?" The other lawyer said. This one a skinny man with a wicked mustache and mousy brown hair the same color as his eyes. "Well, we're the best in the business that is clear, but it is also clear that Mr. Buchanan does not trust easily seeing as how he has tried to handle his own finances and failed miserably. I have no interest in being his financial advisor. However, my protege Ms. Lambert will be handling Mr. Buchanan's account should he choose to sign with Garrison and Caldwell." What the fuck? Me? I was just his fucking receptionist. I stared dumbfounded at James not saying a word as he handed the proposal folders over to the lawyers and Mr. Buchanan who was staring at me like a kid on Christmas morning. "Mr. Caldwell a word please while our client and his attorneys look over the proposal." I said sweet as sugar laced with arsenic. "Very well." He said as he stood and gestured toward the door. We walked in silence to the door and once it shut behind us I turned on him like Benedict Arnold did on America. "What the hell was that in there?" "We need Buchanan's business and he is a sucker for beautiful women. I read your proposal and it's brilliant. He and his lawyers will be thrilled with it. I planned to keep you on once Diana returned anyway. You'll be working under me as my protege." "When were you planning to tell me this?" "I thought I just did." "So you want me as your protege and your slave?" "You are an asset to this company and I will teach you everything that I know. As for being my slave that is your choice but just know I will not entertain any other type of relationship with you. I have no desire to be committed, I am not looking for a girlfriend or a wife and I certainly have no desire for children. I need control in all things. I desire you sexually and that is as far as our relationship will go. If you agree, I will open your eyes to a world of pleasures you have never experienced or even dreamed of, but you must obey me in all things. You must do as I say with no hesitation or I will punish you." "When you say 'you will punish me' what do you mean exactly?" "It will vary the punishment must fit the crime Jane." "Why did you take my panties?" "Because you wore an outfit I did not approve of." "So it was a punishment?" "Yes." "But I haven't agreed to anything." "You agreed the day you walked into my office. I take what I want and my cock has been hard for you since the moment I saw you." "Can I have them back?" I was still on the panty topic and I was so not going to acknowledge what he just said. "No I quite like the idea of you being naked under your skirt. Speaking of which when we go back inside pull your skirt up when you sit down." And without another word he opened the door and went inside. I let out a hefty frustrated sigh and followed him. Before I could even sit down the two lawyers started firing questions at me about my proposal and I explained how basically giving Mr. Buchanan an allowance and putting him on a strict budget would benefit him. I also proposed selling some of his more lucrative assets while they were still doing well in the market to increase his net worth. While I talked and they listened I felt James's hand fluttering light touches up and down my thigh, it was very distracting, but I tried to remain focused only getting a little tongue tied when he grabbed my inner thigh, eased my legs open and began tracing light barely there circles around my clit. While I was discussing how to get his chain of hardware stores out of the red, James spread my lips and increased the pressure on my clit, forcing me to mask a moan with a cough. When I was discussing the sale of some of the properties he owns and barely uses, James slipped two fingers in me and started waggling them in a come hither motion stimulating my gspot while his palm rubbed my clit. As I was discussing how my proposal can make Mr. Buchanan an even richer man by increasing his income by 30% in 6 months, James increased his assault on my gspot. As the 3 men stood to step out and discuss their options I started coming apart at the seams. The pressure was building and holding it all in while maintaining my composure, when I wanted to scream, was taking it's toll and intensifying every sensation. I looked at James and he gave me an imperceptible nod giving me the ok to cum. A few more strokes of his finger and my whole body started to shake with my orgasm, I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out and leaned my head back against my chair working my hips against James fingers as he continued to rub my sweet spot, dragging out my orgasm. I felt fluid running on to the chair and down my legs on to the floor. I had never squirted before but James had made me squirt right here in his conference room with three other people right outside who had no idea what was going on. He removed his fingers and another gush of fluid followed them out. I watched as he placed his fingers in his mouth and closed his eyes in a show of silent pleasure. It's a turn on to know he likes the way I taste. I was coming down off of my high when Mr. Buchanan and his lawyers walked back into the room and agreed to my proposal. He decided to hire me as his financial advisor, sending me on a high of a completely different kind. I had client and one of the best in the business offered to teach me what he knows. I was on cloud 9. Now to deal with James and his proposal because apparently I had no choice where he was concerned. Did I want to be his slave? Fuck no! Did I want to have sex with him? Hell yes! I was stuck between a rock and a hard place with this. He said he would punish me if I didn't obey him, but how can I know he won't make me do something I don't want to do? I needed to discuss terms with him, let him know where I stand. With my mind made up I stood adjusted my clothing and walked out of the conference room straight for James's office. He was already seated behind his massive desk typing away on the computer. I blushed at the sight of his desk, just knowing that less than an hour ago I had such an intense orgasm on top of it that I passed out. "Can I help you Jane?" James's voice brought me back to reality. I must have been standing in his doorway for a few minutes lost in thought "Sorry. I wanted to discuss the terms of my impending slavery." "Very well." He said exasperated gesturing for me to take a seat opposite him. I walked into his office and watched him watching me. He was in tune with every part of me and reacted to even my most subtle movements. He had just had me and he was desperate for me again. It was intoxicating. As I walked his eyes shifted to my heels then up my legs making the journey to my face as I reached the chair. When I sat he leaned forward and when I crossed my legs he reached down and adjusted himself. If I exhaled he inhaled it was like he wanted to consume me. "What is it you wanted to discuss?" He said in a hushed tone so filled with lust that it washed over me and caused me to shiver from head to toe. "Terms." "Such as?" "What do you want from me?" "Your body and your obedience." "Will you hurt me?" "Sometimes the things I will want to do to you may hurt, but there will always be pleasure." "I don't want you to hurt me." "Do you enjoy pain?" "What kind of question is that? No one enjoys pain." He chuckled. "There are those who enjoy pain, crave it even. I don't think you know whether or not you enjoy pain. I plan to test your limits and push them. To be honest Jane I want to break you." "Break me?" "Yes. I want to break your spirit and bend you to my will. I want you to crave the things I'm going to do to you. I want you to be mine in every way mind, body and soul." "And when you're sick of me what will you do? Toss me out like trash? Is that what you did to your last slave?" "My last slave found a new master. She claimed I was too soft. She craved intense pain and I am not one to give the kind of pain she craved. I don't like to leave marks." "What about me?" "This is not a life style that you are used to so I will take the time to train you. If at any time the terms we agree to aren't being met you are free to go." "What terms?" "To allow me to do as I please with your body. You were receptive today Jane and I'm very pleased with you. Your hesitancy needs works and so does your attitude, at work I will tolerate it, but on the nights and weekends you belong to me. Is that clear?" "I...I don't know if I can do this." "You can and you will. I see it in your eyes." Was he right did I want this? "Let me show you, this evening. I will send a car for you and you will be picked up at 8. Wear your hair down and dress appropriately." "Appropriately how?" "Expect a package around 7." And with that he looked from me to the door and resumed his work on the computer. I stood silently and walked to the door closing it behind me. My head was reeling. Could I do this? Could I give myself to this man who wanted to, for all intents and purposes , "break" me? The more I thought about it the more hesitant I became, but I had already made my decision and was going to stick to it no matter what.