Assisting Mr. Cavill
by @mrscullisblog & me
I took a deep breath as I rode up the elevator. I applied for this job but I never really thought I’d get it. I had been junior assistant to some high up secretaries and when an opening came up for that unattainably handsome Mr. Cavill, of the Jersey Cavills, I had to try. I had seen him at company parties looking almost bored in his circle elite, sipping a martini and looking James Bond-ish. Once he even looked my way and it took everything to play cool. But I got the job. I was his next executive assistant. I heard his assistant got a car as a year end bonus. The elevator door to the executive floor opened and I was shocked to find none other than Mr. Cavill standing there looking at his watch.
I stood there, stifling a gasp. His blue eyes moved up to my brown ones. He was impeccably dressed as always, looking like some perfume ad, wearing a gray suit and burgundy tie. I straightened as he took in what I called my “I’m Woman, Hear Me Roar” outfit: a snow leopard print top, black slacks that hugged my curves and ankle boots, which flattered what some of my friends said was as shapely frame. I just thanked my neighborhood gym.
“Congratulations, Ms. Chand, on your promotion to executive assistant.” He looked me over again. “I know you were a junior assistant before, but it’s different here on the executive floors.”
I found myself putting my shoulders back and tilting my chin up at him. I knew this outfit was within standards, I frowned. What a--
His blue gaze took the breath out of me as he stepped forward, looking as if he knew what I was thinking. “Are you ready?”
We were literally inches apart, and I felt my body tingle at his broad shoulders and muscular body which blocked my path and view. I knew my eyes had grown large as I smelled aftershave and nodded yes.
“Follow me.” He leads you off the elevator. “I believe in reward and punishment. Do you know what that means?”
"That if I do good I get rewarded and if I don’t, I get punished?" I followed him to his office.
“Well, do well, Ms. Chand,” he corrected.
"Yes I am ready and thank you for this opportunity!" I said way too brightly, putting just enough sarcasm in it to make me feel better. Gorgeous..and difficult. Surprise, surprise.
“Good, I think we understand each other.”
I smiled up at him. "Good, I wouldn’t want it where we didn’t." I giggle. He turned quickly and bumped into him. Of course, I bounced back a step like he was a wall.
“Yes, so it would seem.” He said dryly, his eyes sparking humorously at my expense.
I lowered my gaze and looked around the office as I once again was subject to his perusal. “Is that me?” I asked after looking at the empty corner office with the door open and to the desk next to me which was closest to it.
“Yes,” he nodded curtly. “I need you to draft a letter for me to Mr. Smith regarding his project costs and an invitation to lunch tomorrow after you get settled in.”
I whipped my head into his direction, "Oh ok sure. Where would you like me to arrange lunch for you both?" I ask looking up at you.
"Yes, that would be nice," he nodded with approval, heading back to his office.
I blinked at him. "Uh, no sir I asked where ....? So do you have a place in mind?"
"There should be a listing of restaurants in Outlook," He threw over his shoulder as he went inside..
As he walked away I checked him out from his shoulders down to his shoes
"Ok sure I'll look!!" I smirked at my own double meaning. “Thank you.”
He surprised me and turned around. "And bring me a cup of coffee, Cream and sugar."
“How mu..." I groaned as he closed his door so I said to it, "Ok .... how much though?" I walked to my desk and put down my bag and walk towards the chair and sit.
He opened his door. “Oh, there is an executive kitchen on this floor," he tells you. "The maid in there will help you." He closed the door again.
As I sat and turned on the computer looking at the screen, I thought aloud, "Wait..... does he want it now or when I'm done letter?" Then he opens the door.
"Coffee. Now." He startled me, and showed impatience with a raise of his eyebrow.
I got up quickly and knocked over my chair, "Oh, shit sorry." I walked quickly toward the kitchen.
Mr. Cavill groaned. "My office?"
"......But your coffee?"
"Let me, let me get your coffee I'll be really quick I promise." I went to the kitchen and learned how he likes his coffee from the maid and came back with it in 5 min. I hear him growl as I open the door to his office. "Here!” I held the cup out to him.
“Thank you,” He took the coffee and sipped, then frowned. "This is half and half, not cream."
"They didn't have cream but I can get it tomorrow morning for sure.'
His jaw tightened and I inwardly cringed. He looks sexy when he’s angry. His gaze rose to mine. "You will make sure there is cream every morning.” He bit out. “understood?"
"Yes, yeah understood." I nodded, making eye contact to show I was listening.
"Yes, sir." he corrected. "We are not in high school. We do not say 'yeah' or use unladylike language, is that clear?"
I stood straight, almost feeling like I should salute. "Yes, sir."
He rose so quickly from his chair he startled me. He walked around the desk to me and again, we were inches apart. I began to suspect that he knew what his closeness did. "I hope you learn fast, little one. I would hate to start discipline today."
I stood, trapped by his gaze as it poured over me again, causing my body to flush.
His eyes finally rose to mine. "My letter?"
I got nervous as he looked me over. "I.... uh .... would you like me to get your cream now sir?” He smirked-smirked! He smirked like his mind turned dirty for a second, but I knew that couldn’t be.
“The letter.” The look hadn’t changed and was giving me goosebumps.
The letter! “OH !! yeah ... oh no sorry I mean yes sir it's at my desk let me grab it, I'll be right back sorry." I turned to go get his letter.
I came back with his letter and handed it to him.
He glanced over it. "Not bad." He handed the sheet back. "I want this sent bike messenger."
“You want me to deliver by bike, sir?"
He frowned at you, and almost laughed, another gift. "Look in contacts. There should be a messenger service that you can call for pickup."
I closed my eyes in shame and groaned at my stupidity. Of course!
"What?”
"Nothing sir." I say with my jaw clenched and my head down. I point behind me and put my arm down, "I'll go send this by bike messenger."
He shook his head at me, definitely chuckling. “You do that.”
I turned my body as I motioned towards my desk and turned fully to go out to my desk.
"Make sure you reprint that on my letterhead," he called after me.
“Yes sir." I say opening the door and walking out.
I did everything he asked for, I sent it and they picked it up and sent a copy to him and kept one on the computer files.
"Ms. Chandra?" He called a little later from his door.
"Yes sir?" I walked into his office.
"Did you send the letter?"
"Yes sir I have, and a copy to you and one on my computer."
His eyebrow raised and not in a good way. "Come in here, please”.
Uh oh. I walked inside feeling in trouble.
"Yes sir."
He is leaning against this desk casually, but I couldn’t seem to think of him as anything but a large cat about to pounce. I stopped, a body length from him, he picked up two sheets of paper, one in each hand. "Look at these letters." I stepped to the desk, and he stepped behind me...too close behind me. "Do you see the difference between these, little one?”
Little one? I turned slightly, realizing his head was almost next to mine as if looking on with me. I looked at them, and they seemed identical...till I get to the bottom. “One is signed and the other is not.” I said flatly. I rolled my eyes in disappointment and my head went down.
His breath was on my ear as he spoke softly. "Anything I send out of here to anyone must have my signature. Understood?"
"Yes sir. I understand sir." I looked down at my mistake and kicked myself for it. I kept looking at it turning moving towards the door but I stopped since he hadn’t moved. Again, so damned close and there goes my heart racing. I lowered my gaze. "Oh, sorry my I go sir?"
His hands moved on either side of me on the desk behind me. "I want you to remember that nothing here happens without my say so. I own everything.” He raised my chin, forcing our eyes to meet. “And as far as I'm concerned, I own you until I let you go everyday. Is that clear?"
I looked into his eyes and nodded my head, his point thrillingly clear. "yes sir." I brought the paper and held it to my chest like a barrier or additional clothing. His eyes stripped me of way too much.
He gives a small smile and snatches the sheet, riding the barrier between us. "Print another." He crumbled it with one hand and threw it into the garbage, still maintaining eye contact with me. He swallowed hard as if he is showing restraint. He took a deep breath and growled, "That will be all for now."
I nodded my head in shock, the little space between us electric. "Ye.... yes ... yes sir." I walked out.
When lunch time came, and I got up to leave for my break.
Finally, all is done to Mr. Ward's orders, his design and I wanted to get away from him. He is too close, and your heart is beating too fast when he is near.
"Where do you think you're going?" He called as I started making my way to the elevators.
I turned around. “I was going to lunch.... I'm all finished up here for now." I watched him narrow his eyes and I remembered how I am not supposed to leave without his permission .
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry sir, I just remembered that I cant leave without your permission, I'm not used to that. Please forgive me sir."
"In my office...now."
Not wanting to be fired, I whimpered, "Please sir, I'll do better I swear."
“Yes, you will," he grated out. He uses two fingers to gesture you to him, and the action looks... "Now, please."
I swallowed hard as he motioned his fingers as a come hither. My legs closed and I hesitated at first but walked towards him as he commanded it. I wanted those fingers inside of me, playing me like an instrument. "Yes sir," I walked into his office before he did as he the door opened for me.
He closed the door behind us both, and I heard a lock click, making my head snap up. He took off his jacket. "I think..." He took off his shirt revealing a tight t-shirt underneath that didn’t leave his muscular torso to imagination. "I think it's time we understand each other."
I looked at his body teasing me under his t-shirt and looked up to his eyes trying to keep them there. "Wha..... what do you mean sir?" I got nervous as I watched him massage his hand with the other looking down at them then at me.
"Let's go over some things," he purred. "What have we learned today?" He stood behind me and ran his hands over my shoulders. "Go on."
I swallowed hard. "That I don’t belong to me or anyone else when I am in your building but you. To say, yes sir, and to act and speak like lady." As he ran his hands down my shoulders I started to get hazy. My words get caught up in my throat. I was confused on what was happening but didn't want it to stop. "Mm… my .... uh ... how you like your coffee and that I need to get you cream. Also it's a delivery service, I don't have to do it myself." I looked over my shoulder watching his hands.
"Not bad," he whispered, his lips pressing on my neck and shoulder then his tongue slowly running over the shell of my ear. "Procedures for a letter?" He bent me over the desk and I felt my skirt rising. I instinctively arched, sucking in a breath that ended in a moan. He bit my ear gently, making me gasp softly. "Go on." He gently pulled my hips into his and I squirmed like I was in heat. "I grow...impatient." he growled, and another whimper escaped me as I felt the hardness against me. "I would rather release than discipline you..." His hand traveled up and into my underwear. I cried out softly as I felt his finger push inside me, feeling embarrassed because I knew I was wet for him. "Now, or so help me no one goes anywhere."
“Depends on the letter, sir,” I moaned softly. I gasped as I felt him stroke my gspot, "oh, sir." I leaned on the desk for support as his other hand explored the rest of my body.
“The ones,” he growled softly. “What you learned today.”
“All need to be saved in both our folders, and the printed copy must be signed!” I cried out, gripping the desk.
“Good girl,” he slapped my backside, and I moaned. He did a sharp intake of breath and bent over to murmur in my ear. “I chose well, didn’t I? How do I reward you, pet?” He pushed two of his middle fingers inside me, and my juices flowed over it. “Good?”
“Mmm, yes!” I cried out softly, tears in my eyes. And then he pulled out and spanked me again, his fingers stabbing my core. He did it over and over and I moaned and cried out.
He gently went to his executive bathroom and brought back a cloth to clean me. “You will do fine working for me, pet.” He said, gently stroking me through the towel. “Let’s see what tomorrow holds.” He finished, kissing my sweaty eyebrow and moving away. It turned to see him putting on his clothes. “Good night, sweet dreams.” He left me in the office, wanting him, and not forgetting the outline of his erection in his slacks cleverly covered by his suit jacket.
Yesterday was a lesson I won’t forget, I told myself as I hurried to work. My body kept reacting to the memory of being up against him, the feeling of his touch as I was bent over his desk. As I went to grab his cream and sugar for coffee at the grocery store, I wondered what today would hold. I made it to the office and headed to the kitchen to make his coffee. I did it quickly and walked in with a knock. "May i come in sir? I brought you your coffee sir."
“You’re a little late.” He slightly raised his eyebrow. “My coffee?” He puts out his hand.
I became wary and excited at the same time, slowly walking over to bring him his coffee. He took the coffee from me and set it on his desk. I turned to go and in one second he had risen and pulled me against him. “My coffee should be on that coaster, hot and ready for me when I come in.” I trembled and he smirks. “Wet is a given, wouldn’t you say?”
I could only nod.
He set me on his desk easily and I felt my stomach flip-flop feeling his biceps shift as he did it. “No slacks, Ms. Chand.” He licks your neck. “That will earn you a red bottom and a new skirt. Understood?”
I moaned involuntarily, hoping I didn’t bring him my caramel macchiato. As he held me on the desk I tried to look at his cup. He picked his up and took a sip, and I watched for his reaction.
"Caramel macchiato?" His eyes narrowed.
"I-I’m sorry, I brought the wrong cup of coffee--" I couldn’t seem to escape his embrace as I struggled to go and get the cup on my desk. "I-I can go get it, it's on my desk, honest mistake." I stopped resisting and looked into his eyes. “I can go grab your cup of coffee sir, just let me go and--"
"No," He shook his head, staring me down. He reached over and opened his desk drawer. "Here is what you will serve my coffee in. You will hand wash it every day. Clear?" The cup was a blend of ornate silver and glass, not looking like it should be in an office with its Celtic design. I watched him pour MY coffee into his cup and frown. What...? "This is yours," he pulled out another cup made of the same elements but my silver design was more floral. "If I see another cup on your desk, I will not...be...pleased." I watched him sip it. "Caramel...I like it." He licked his lips slowly. "So, I guess cream will no longer suffice. I want this every morning now."
He stared down at me as he moved aside. I got off the desk. “But that’s my—okay, sir.”
He poured the last of my coffee into the cup and smiled. I smiled back and took my new cup to my desk.
Suddenly I get a call on my desk phone. I saw it was him, and I picked up.
"What was one of our first lessons, pet?" He asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Everything here is yours." I said simply, licking my lips.
"Good girl."
I could hear him on the phone and from his office though his voice was low I realized he was watching me.
“Come here.” When I got up and went to him yet again, he smiled. "You want some of MY coffee? I'll share more today, if you like."
I smiled back, "No, I'm ok thanks." I moved back, "with your permission I'd like to start my day sir." My stomach growled and he frowned.
“You haven't eaten?" he asked incredulously. He held my hands in his and said with concern I couldn’t miss, "Just like getting dressed for work, a morning meal and coffee are also mandatory."
“Mine is at my desk, now if you’d be so kind as to let me go eat," Hearing that I said the last word too hard, I added, “I will be forever grateful l." I said in my airy low voice.
I watched a slow smile cross his lips as he turned me around and bent me over his desk. "You'll be starving by the time you will get back to it." He raked my thighs and pulled down my underwear. "Very nice." He purred, and then I felt his cock rub against me. "I knew it. You're hungry for more than just food." I moaned out loud as he shoves his cock deep inside me.
I gasped and then melted around him, my body welcoming him as I felt my juices flow over him. My mouth hung open at his size, and the ease of his entry, answering the questions the kept me up last night and making the one dream I had come true. I whimpered as I felt him twitch and pulse within me and then pound me mercilessly. This should hurt, I tell yourself, but as he said, I was hungry for more than just food.
I felt one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder. He growled and grunted as he moved back and forth and I bit my lip to try not to scream out loud The day has just begun and we knew we weren’t the only ones on that floor. I convulsed around him, squealing and squirming as he echoed me in low tones. You become embarrassed as I felt your juices flooding down your legs, and then the heat of his own precum coating over my walls as he stroked me hard and slow. He let out a low cry as his thrusts become hard, slow and almost brutal, rocking my body, which is once again throbbing and pulling him in as he claimed me like no other has. Finally he thrusted deeply and grinds, rotating his hips as I felt flooded with his essence, completing his claim of ownership. I slumped on the desk, exhausted and sated as he finished emptying into me, moaning softly and squeezing my hips as I moved and wriggled not so much to entice him as to enjoy more of him.
I wanted more, so much more but it was over. I could feel him inside me even if he pulled out, but after something like this I don’t even make eye contact with him. I walked towards the bathroom he had and closed the door placing my back against it I slide down keeping myself quiet as tears stream down my face. Is this what I signed up for ? Work for an executive but ...... be his .... I wiped my tears and stood up cleaning myself off.
He looked disheveled, undone when I saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "There is a reason I must be in control, why I need all this."
I washed my hands looking at myself then back down at my hands. "Yes sir." I said coldly. I walked out and passed him. "I'll be at my desk if you need me sir." I walked out his office to go to my desk.
I sit at my desk for a moment then go about my day, I start eating my food.
He walks out of the office. "I need to talk to you, now, please." When I didn’t react, he whispered urgently, “Please!”
I sit there stunned, realizing he didn't use protection ..... I can't take the morning after pill...... I'm not on birth control...... I got up and walked into his office. "Yes sir."
He closed the door. "I-I'm sorry, I lost control, that wasn't supposed to happen for weeks, but...but I could smell you." He took a deep breath. "You wanted me."
"I wanted you ? So you took that as a what ?? A yes ?!?!" I look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "For weeks ?? What you got this all timed ???" I stood there confused and all sorts of emotions going through me at once. Then I added, "Sir."
He collapsed in his chair, trembling.
He closed his eyes for a moment and looked up at me. I could see the tears glisten in them. "I am one of the two percent of all men on record who suffer from too much testosterone." He exhaled. "I...if you want to leave, you can, but I—” He shook his head. “I wish you wouldn't." He swallowed hard. "I know you have a condition."
I was in shock. "Wait what ??? You know what I have?" I went closer. "You know about PCOS ?"My eyes filled with tears. "So you thought.....omgosh so you thought having me here since I have an imbalance you could put it all on me?"
He looked pitiful. "I thought having you here we could help each other." He frowned. "I put nothing on you that your body didn't want. You only began to think after the fact."
“So you saw a weakness and you used me—”
"Not to use you..." his gaze lowers. "I just thought...it was stupid, I see that now. I wanted to meet your needs and you meet mine, simple as that. I wanted to work with you, get to know you, but then...I could smell you, and those low tones in your voice made me ache..." He rose from his chair so quickly it overturns, startling me. "You think I'm a monster, don't you?" He braced against the wall with his hands, his back to you. "Get out now if you want. I want you this second. I had a feeling I would be drawn to you like this." he shook his head. "but...just, just go."
I realized that the game he has been playing is a ruse. I realized that I wasn’t the prisoner, he was. I stood, bewildered. Despite his good looks, his broad shoulders, his muscular build, he was weak and fighting something, not sure how. I knew how that felt, but...what to do...As he spoke and said he wanted me ..... I couldn’t help but walk towards him and place my hands on his back, "Maybe we can work this out sir, if you want to... no, you are no monster I understand how you feel and no word of this will go out either." I stroked his back and took off his suit jacket, then placed it nicely on his desk.
He let out a hiss as your hands caress his back, but place his hands against the wall. "Then...then...I can have you?" He asks slowly. I could feel the coiled tension in him, like a lion about to strike.
I started to undress as his back was towards me and said in a low whisper, "I need you too sir. Yes you have my permission. I walked to his body and pressed my breasts against the back of his shirt.
He turned and drew me into his arms, kissing me passionately. My sounds of surprise turned into moans as his tongue licked my lips and then licked inside my mouth, moving like a cock, stabbing inside and stroking my mouth, moving and curling expertly. Barely breaking the kiss, he took off his vest and shirt, and sunk to his knees, lashing at my breasts, my stomach and finally inhales my scent. “Dear God.” He moans. He pushed his tongue between my legs and I gasped at the strength of it, parting them for him. I leaned against the desk and he surged forward, dipping his tongue inside thirstily and growling.
I panted, trying not to scream as he once again staked a claim on me, in me. I dazedly watch my legs straighten over his shoulders and then my toes curled as I wordlessly gushed my surrender. He wasn’t deterred, but slurped and lapped as if he was dehydrated. He finally rose over me, pushing me on the desk. I grabbed him by his neck and his eyes rolled closed. "I am yours, here, for twelve hours a day, but the other twelve-? You belong to me."
"Yes..." he agreed brokenly. "Yes." He hissed. "But you are mine, now?"
"Yes, think of your actions sir who knows what will happen when it's my turn." I said smiling up at him.
He smiled down at you. "Duly noted." He whispered, capturing my mouth again, but this time thrusting his tongue and cock into me at the same time. He rode me hard, gripping my hips to bounce me harder on him. His blue eyes almost look green in the light of the office as he panted and moaned. I raked his back and he moved harder, his muscles bunching and tightening, his long lashes glistening with unshed tears. "Ah...God, I need you...I need this so much!" His eyes opened and locked with mine. "Can't get enough, can't..."
I held onto him as he drove into me. My moans started to fall from my lips as I started to not care about those around me. "Oh, Mr. Cavill, yes sir!!!" I started to clench around him to give him all that he wanted so he can also experience what he'd been searching for. I watched him push my legs back from my inner thighs and sunk into me deeper as his head fell back at the sensation.
"God....uh...I'm coming...I'm coming...one more, love, one more!" He pleaded, thrusting into me hard. "Milk me, take it, take all of it..." He growled, his face one of agony. “Come with me.”
I touch my clit and find my spot as he drove into me. My pussy started to squirt at him hitting his body I was getting close. My legs went higher my pussy walls got tighter and my toes curled. As my head fell back he took over strumming and stroking me. He enjoyed playing with me-how fast and slow, how hard and how soft. He licked his lips as he found how to drive me wild, watching me for any signs of doing it wrong or ultimately right. His fingers worked wonders as he found the right spot on my clit, he could tell by how I moaned out into the room and I gripped his arm. "Right there, yes, yes, yes." The last one sounded like a hiss as lose control. “Ahhhh!"
His head fell back as he bucked hard,and I felt the hot juices pulse out of him into me and then I helplessly flow around him in response. He held me so tight I couldn’t move, grinding hard and grunting. He panted out his release, ending in a long moan of relief as he collapsed on me, finally spent, finally sated. He caught his breath and lifted his head. "I hope, I hope I pleased you?" He kissed my face-my forehead, my nose, my eyes, ,my lips. "Did I please you?"
Yes, sir, you did." I breathed out as I rubbed my nose against his. “Yes, sir, yes sir you did please me." I giggled afterwards, putting my arms around his neck.
