Page 69 of Dominion
He breathed in the scent of her hair and wrapped his arms around her.
She opened her laptop and he looked over her shoulder as she pulled up her report. “This is the list. I put them in order of salaries, highest to lowest, then it lists their name, title, and the reason I think they aren’t performing or should be cut.”
He scrolled through the list, skimming. It appeared she based the decisions on missed performance targets, lagging sales, over-budget spending, and turnover within their department.
“How long did it take you to put this together?”
“Well, I worked on it all last week, so about thirty hours to gather and analyze all the necessary data.”
“Okay. Send the report to Beth in human resources and ask her to make the cuts.”
Ashley tensed. “Wait—you’re just going to make the cuts? Based solely on my opinion?”
“Yes. Why shouldn’t I?”
“Well, we’re talking about people’s livelihoods here. I’m not sure I’m really qualified to make these final decisions. I was just making a recommendation for you to review and make up your own mind.”
“And I trust your recommendation. Do you need to revise it now that you know that you’re making the final call?”
She looked at him with her eyes wide, then began to scroll through her report with a frantic air. After a moment, she looked back up. “No.”
He smiled. “So you gave me your best recommendation the first time?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
She flushed, looking pleased.
“Now, Ashley, we need to discuss something.”
“Yes, sir?”
“One of your most important jobs, as my assistant and as my fiancée, is to protect me from my own mistakes. So if I do something dumb like ask you to bring me a report when I ought to know that you can’t possibly bring your laptop and use your crutches, it’s your job to let me know that so I don’t feel like an ass when I figure it out for myself.”
She smiled and dropped her eyes. “I’m feeling very unsexy with these stupid things,” she said.
He lifted her off his lap and turned her to fold over his desk. Pulling up her skirt, he slowly slid her silky pink panties down to her thighs. “Let me just show you what will happen if I catch you walking without them again,” he said, standing and opening his desk drawer, where he found an eighteen-inch wooden ruler, two inches wide and one-eighth inch thick.
He brought it down smartly across her exposed buttocks.
She gasped, squeezing her cheeks together. “Ben,” she whispered. “Karen will hear.”
“Hmm,” he said, pulling her panties back up and trying again. The sound was slightly more muffled.
She gasped again, lurching forward.
He tapped the ruler on her bottom. “I may have to find something to make an impression that’s quieter to keep here in my office for when you misbehave.”
Ashley moaned and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.
“Because I want to be able to provide you with instant feedback on your performance here in the office,” he said, smacking her once more, much harder this time.
Ashley squeaked.
He peeled her panties back down, dragging them off over her bulky cast. “Spread your legs, Ash,” he murmured.
Her intake of breath excited him. He dug a condom out of his pocket and unzipped his pants, sheathing his eager cock. He rubbed the head of his penis over her pussy, teasing her clit and spreading her moisture up and down. “I’m going to use a condom today, but there may be times I choose to fill you with my seed,” he warned.