Page 57 of His Private Assistant

"The same as you," I answered truthfully. At that moment, when I’d signed our agreement, I didn’t care about the day or time.

"Then, it started yesterday," he announced, and a sincere, wide smile beautified his naturally handsome face. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was so rare to see him expressing happiness. "Here." He handed me the box with a mischievous glint in his blue orbs, and I sniggered.

I carefully took off the bow because I didn’t want to destroy it. With the paper, I wasn’t so gentle, and I uncovered a dark wooden box with the word "Princess" and a small tiara carved on it. Tears welled in my eyes, and my heart almost jumped out my chest. I definitely felt butterflies in my stomach. I hadn’t even opened the box yet, and I was already sobbing. It was the sweetest thing someone had ever done for me.

Yeah, Dad had bought me a very expensive bonsai which I’d wanted for years, and with Mom, they’d sent me on a vacation to Ibiza after my graduation. However, they were my parents. They were meant to love me. But Mr Thorn? I knew that, for him, it was one phone call, and he could have my whole biography carved somewhere. Still, I was very touched by it.

"Will you open it?" he asked, patiently watching me while I traced my fingers down the perfect lines of the letters. It was stunning work.

"Should I be scared?" I teased, trying to mask my emotional state.

"No," he whispered, and I drifted my gaze to his face. His low voice made my knees tremble. "I’m sure you’ll love it." He playfully wiggled his eyebrows, and I blinked a few times, confused. Instantly, the picture of a huge dildo appeared in my brain. Mr Thorn had literally screwed up my inner good girl. I saw sex everywhere!

I opened the wooden box and gasped, instantly closing it. My eyes almost felt out of my sockets, and Mr Thorn burst into laughter. When I said it was the sweetest thing ever, I was wrong. This man was crazy!

"Do you like the present?" he asked, flirtatiously winking at me, and I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I was too shocked to comment.

I opened the box again, and I stared at the content, absolutely flabbergasted. Five butt plugs were placed on the red velvet, lined up from the smallest one to the biggest. With my index finger, I touched the one on the left side, which was maybe two inches long, testing its smooth surface. Every plug had the word “Princess” written on it, and the heart-shaped base was decorated with pink gems. Two of them also had bells attached to the stones, and a chain, which looked like a leash, was also part of the package.

I felt my crazy heart thundering in my chest with excitement and my sore pussy clenched. I truly didn’t expect that kind of gift.

"It’s weird to say it out loud." I giggled and raised my eyes to look at Mr Thorn. "But they are very beautiful." They were stunning, actually; shining, cold, and small for my tight, inexperienced hole. I couldn’t help but feel thrilled about trying one of them after work.

"I’m glad you like them." Mr Torn smiled, standing up behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. "I want you to start training your ass for me," he whispered into my ear, and a wave of strong pleasure travelled into every cell in my body. "This morning, you wanted me to lose control," he continued, brushing his lips along my neck. "Be happy it didn’t happen." He cupped my breast with his huge palm, gently massaging it, and I leaned into his chest. Again, I was completely under his spell. "Do you know if I lost control, we would have had a totally different afternoon?" he asked, nibbling my earlobe.

"What do you mean?" I tilted my head to the side, grabbing the table for support because my legs felt like jello. My body hadn’t recovered from its morning adventure, and yet, it wanted another round with this beast of a man.

"Well." He stopped his kissing session, resting his chin on my shoulder. "You would have been in the hospital with a torn asshole," he started, and I turned my head to look to see if he was serious. "And I would have been at the police station, paying the bail because of the sexual attack on my PA," he finished with a grimace, and I started laughing. "No team could have stopped that news from hitting the front page," he sighed, while I still giggled.

"Your flawless reputation would be destroyed," I joked, and he wrinkled his nose.

"Yes. And then, they would have found these." He motioned for the butt plugs in the box. "They would have known I was the owner of a BDSM club." He gave me a sideways glance while my eyes widened. I didn’t know that. "You, princess, you would be the end of me." He slightly shook his head, and I put my palm on his cheek.

"I'm so happy you didn’t tear my almost-virgin ass in two," I whispered, and he pecked my cheek.

"Yeah, me too. But I’m not very patient," he stated, pulling away from me. He picked the smaller piece, playing with it between his fingers, before his mischievous crystal-blue eyes met mine. "We’ll start right away. Bend over," he commanded, and I gasped.

I wasn’t ready for that development in our conversation. And I so wasn’t ready to have a butt plug in my ass while I was at work. Yet, knowing Mr Thorn, I didn’t have a choice. So, I slowly bent over the table, grabbing it with both hands.

I felt Mr Thorn’s huge hands on my thighs, rolling up my dress. He pulled down my panties and caressed my ass while I heard him opening something. I looked over my shoulder to see he had a small plastic bottle in his other hand.

"Lubricant," he answered my silent question. "I don’t want to hurt you, princess."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, trying to calm down my erratic heartbeat. I was torn between excitement and fear, and I didn’t understand why. Maybe because when I’d experienced it for the first time, I was drunk, so I didn’t care, but this time, absolutely sober, I was exceptionally nervous.

"Relax, princess." I felt Mr Thorn's breath on my left butt cheek, and instantly, goosebumps appeared on my naked skin. "I forgot to ask you, how is your pussy?" I heard his deep voice coming from between my legs. He wasn’t touching me. He was probably studying my most private areas, and I experienced even more confusion when I was aroused by being exposed for him to admire me and, at the same time, I was blushing like a virgin.

"It’s fine, sir," I whispered, resting half of my face against the cold surface of his desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him as he stood up to his full height, put the metal butt plug on the desk next to my mouth, and took off his jacket. He loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt to his elbows. He looked like he was preparing for something monumental, and I was expectantly watching his every move.

He took the bottle of lube again and moistened his index and middle fingers before he put it on the butt plug, and I was slightly perplexed about what he was going to do. But he answered my questioning glance when he touched my exposed sex with his wet fingers and entered my body.

I whimpered, squeezing the table with my hands, because the first thing I experienced was pain. My sore pussy needed time to recover.

"You said everything is fine." Mr Thorn’s voice cut through my ears, and I sighed heavily, raising my head a little.

"I am fine," I groaned, and he gave me one pump, which made my body twitch. Okay, maybe I wasn’t so okay, after all.

"You’re a notorious liar, princess," he stated, taking his fingers out of my pussy, and I released a deep breath.

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