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'What the hell am I doing here...' Sam thought to himself, firmly gripping the clipboard in his hand, paperwork attached to it. The building itself was menacing, stretching 80 stories up, and home to some of the most notorious bosses of mainstream companies. This morning the boy had even forced himself into a white dress shirt with a black tie to better fit in. Though he looked professional, Sam hardly felt comfortable around these aliens.

'Just call me in already so you can reject me.' Thoughts clouded Sam's mind as he nervously leaned up against the large glass windows in the waiting room of the office. "Samuel Golbach." A woman spoke with a smile plastered onto her face, peeking out from a doorway. He took a deep breath, starting over to the door. "Good luck." She spoke, closing the door behind Sam and leaving him alone in a hallway.

'Okay, you'll be fine...' Sam told himself, walking over to that terrifying door, knocking on it. "Come in!" A female voice mused from the other side, muffled a bit by the thick walls. He opened the door, light from the windows flooding into his eyes. Once they adjusted, he stepped in, closing the door behind him. "You must be Sam, come take a seat." The woman spoke, this time Sam could hear her more clearly, and also see her. She sat upon her office chair, in front of her desk, legs crossed with piercing green eyes and long black hair neatly tucked behind one of her ears.

"Hello." Sam managed to say, approaching the chair on the other side as he sat down. He gazed at her nameplate which read 'Ms.Black.' It was infused with gold, which seemed fitting for this place. Sam realized he was staring and quickly snapped his attention back to Ms.Black. "Let me see your credentials." She spoke, reaching her hand out. Sam quickly handed her the clipboard he'd been holding. There was a few awkwardly silent moments as she scanned over the paperwork. "Mmmm, I see.... Okay Sam, so what brings you here today?" She spoke up, putting the paper down on the desk as she leaned into her hand.

"Well, I was hoping for a job. I've had some experience in sales, and also I.T." Sam was more than nervous right now, especially since she was the CEO. He was of course confident in his work skills, but was unsure if SHE was. "Alright... So I think you'd be a good fit. What are your thoughts on being my personal assistant, Samuel?" She leaned in a bit. Sam inhaled deeply, a bit taken aback by this. After thinking about it for a few moments he responded with, "What would that entail?"

She smiled, seeming amused by his stubbornness. "Well, it pays good, and you get to be with me all day..." The last part seemed almost lustful as she crossed her arms and eyed him up and down. 'This is a good opportunity...' He thought to himself. "Alright, that sounds good to me." The blonde boy gave a friendly smile. "Perfect! So you start tomorrow, report to my office by 8am." Her voice was dangerous.

"Will do, Ms.Black." Sam stood up, pushing the chair in. He walked over to the door and opened it but before he left she said, "Oh, and Sam! Eight O' clock sharp." The last part sounded intimidating. Sam nodded in agreement, leaving the office and closing the door.

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God, Sam felt even more nervous coming into work today than the interview...

He'd actually gotten the job, in retrospect it wasn't the job he'd applied for... Personal assistant? It seemed simple enough, though this wasn't really the career Sam had been looking for. Hell, he was twenty five now, he couldn't sit on his ass for the rest of his life. Of course, he'd gone to college for a few years, but ended up dropping out.

Sam felt blood rush to his cock as a pressure was felt in his skinny jeans. "No, not now..." Sam said aloud, sighing in frustration. Ever since highschool this had been a problem whenever he got nervous. It was as if his body was against him. Sam remembered when he'd get called up to do a presentation, and the same thing would happen. It was humiliating... And now of all times? He'd already gone through puberty, Sam hated how his hormones reacted to anxiety...

"Shit!" The blonde realized he'd been daydreaming, as his watch now read '8:03'. The worst part was he had a twenty minute drive to work. 'Fuck! I can't believe I'm late on the first day! I'm the worst assistant ever.' Sam thought, heart pounding anxiously as he slipped his work shoes on. His outfit was the same as it had been during the interview, but he'd made sure to wash and iron it carefully.

After the most stressful twenty minutes in his life, the male had finally arrived to work. The elevator ride up was absolutely dreadful, his mind creating scenarios of being fired in his head the whole time.

"Mr. Golbach, you're here." The receptionist spoke, giving a judgmental glare in his direction. "I know, I got caught in traffic." A lie. It was clear the woman didn't care for him at all.

Sam knocked on his new boss' door, anxiety worse than ever. 'Focus, dude... You're fine. If you get fired, it's not the end of the world.' He told himself. Obviously it wouldn't be the 'end of the world' however, Sam finally built up motivation to apply for a good paying job for the first time in years. He couldn't fuck it up now...

"Come in!" The same voice...

Sam's stomach turned as he opened the door, feeling ashamed.

"I'm so sorry Ms. Black, I got caught in traffic. It won't happen again."

She was silent, eyeing him for a moment, looking at his mannerisms...

The way he breathed...

Then, she smiled. It was a flirtatious smile, Sam tried not to think of it that way, though. "Samuel, if you're going to make up a lie at least sell it. I've heard that one a million times. We could talk all day about why you were ACTUALLY late..." She started.

Sam had been covering himself up with a notepad he'd brought in, hoping his boner wasn't noticeable. His cheeks turned red as she spoke. Did she know...? 'Please, no... this is so embarrassing...' He thought.

"But we won't. Instead, you can start by getting me a coffee from the Starbucks on the third floor. I like the nitro cold brew. Grande." She leaned back in her chair, as it felt like a pressure had been lifted off of his chest. He smiled friendlily in return. "Yes ma'am." Sam responded.

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The third floor... God, this place was huge, had so many different companies in one building. Everything looked so modern and expensive, and Sam couldn't help but think of getting his first paycheck, knowing it would be more than what he was used to getting.

"Next." Sam stepped forward in line, getting up to the counter. "What can I get for you today?" The barista asked. He had brunette hair that fell messily into his face, along with a necklace that sat atop his uniform, it was a simple key. His nametag read Colby.

"I'm gonna do a grande nitro cold brew, please." As Sam spoke, Colby seemed to look at him for a moment in disbelief. "Is something wrong?..." Sam asked, gripping the notepad tightly. "Um... uh... no... it's just that... are you working for Ms-... Um... Are you working for Blair?" Colby anxiously fiddled with his necklace, silver rings lining the fingers on his veiny hands.

"Eh?" Sam didn't really recognize the name, but the more he thought about it he realized that was Ms. Black's first name. "Oh, uh yes. Yes I am. I'm her assistant." Sam smiled.

Colby nodded, now seeming a bit peeved rather than anxious. "Okay... alright. Your total is six dollars and seventy five cents." The man wouldn't make eye contact with Sam, and after handing back his credit card walked back into the kitchen.

The interaction was odd... Sam would have to ask Ms. Black about it later.

One of the other baristas handed the male the drink after a few moments, wishing him a good day.

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"One nitro cold brew." Sam spoke, handing his new boss her drink. For the small moment he bent towards her she inhaled his scent.

Laundry... it smelled so fresh.

"Thank you."

After a few minutes Sam broke the silence. "So uh... sorry to intrude but the barista down there, Colby I think it was... Do you know him or something?"

She inhaled deeply, taking a sip of her drink.

"Oh, if I told you it'd scare you off. So for now... let's just say he was a past lover." She made eye contact with Sam. God, the eye contact made him practically melt. He didn't like her that way but there was something about her gaze that could make a man submit to her...

"Scare me off...? Ms. Black what do you mean?" He didn't want to pry too much, so he left it at that.

"You'll know in due time, Samuel."

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It'd been around a week or so of Sam's new job. Compared to people he'd worked for in the past, Ms. Black had been the most lenient. Sam would use that word to describe her.

Lenient.

A few days prior when he'd started prying about Colby when it was none of his business, she simply let it go. The young assistant was grateful for that; because he reflected back on it often, and realized he would have gotten a bit peeved if his brand new assistant was asking about his personal life. Since then, he'd been a bit careful about what he asked her, after all she was his boss, not his friend.

Sam never was one to believe in sensing someone's vibes, in fact he'd call bullshit on anyone who told him that they COULD. However whenever the blonde stepped foot into Ms. Black's office, she gave off an alluring aura. When she spoke, she had a way of doing so where her words would flow, and Sam was sure she could ask him to do just about anything and he'd say yes. Her words were...

hypnotic.

It scared him, but made him want more. What was she hiding from him?

Of course... That'd be stupid to say aloud. As if she was hiding something. And even if she was, Sam had secrets of his own he wouldn't want anyone he worked with to find out. And then one day, something absolutely exhilarating happened...

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Every morning, Ms. Black would expect Sam to arrive in her office at eight am with her normal nitro cold brew from Starbucks in hand. And every morning, Sam would see Colby working at the counter of the place. He was distant though, didn't even smile at the boy. Part of Sam wanted to ask what his issue was, or if he just hated Ms. Black. He figured the pair must've been together and had a bad breakup, but it didn't matter too much...

Today when Sam entered into the CEO's office, she had the same smirk she always did. Something was different though, and Sam couldn't tell if his mind had wandered or what... But his boss' shirt had the top few buttons undone.

"Thank you, Samuel."

Sam placed the drink on her coaster sat upon her desk, wondering if she knew her shirt wasn't properly covering her cleavage. Should he say something? No, that'd be too awkward. Plus, she normally took bathroom breaks throughout the day so if it was an accident she'd eventually notice. And if it wasn't an accident... Shit, what did that mean then? Was she into Sam...?

'God, get your mind out of the gutter, dude.' He thought, scolding himself mentally for having such lude thoughts.

"Sweetie, can you go grab me that stack of documents from over there?" She points to a stack on the bottom shelf of her small decorative table in the corner.

It was subtle, but she'd never called him that before. It was okay though, right? Sweetie was just a nickname, that's all...

"Of course." Sam smiled, heading over to the other side of the room. From the day he'd interviewed here, he'd been impressed by the size of her office. Then again, she was rich.

Sam bent down to grab the papers, feeling a presence behind him suddenly. Before he had time to react, he felt fingers tracing up his spine... then neck... They found his hair, stroking it softly, playing with it.

"Good boy." A familiar voice praised. Ms. Black...

Her tone was different, filled with lust...

"M-Ms. Black, what are you..." Sam stammered, chills running up and down his spine as he pulled away, taking a few steps back in confusion, rubbing the back of his head.

Her mouth stretched into a smirk, eyes darkening. "Get on your knees." She demanded.

At first, he wasn't going to listen. But then Sam realized this was his job, and he didn't want to get fired. But bosses don't toy with their assistants, right? What was the worst that could happen if he obeyed? If he didn't listen however, his job would be on the line... Fuck...

Sam sank to his knees slowly, his bosses hand grabbing his chin and forcing his face up to look her in the eyes. "So good for me, so obedient..." Sam was speechless, unsure what to say in a situation like this.

"Ms... Ms. Black... Please, what is this?" He finally managed to ask. She crouched down to his level, never letting go of his jaw.

"Samuel, what I'm about to tell you is going to be very unprofessional. But I'm going to need you to listen closely, can you do that for me?"

Sam nodded in agreement. "Yes"

"You see, I'm a dominatrix, meaning I dominate. Men, exclusively. The day you arrived to apply for this job, I knew you were perfect. Too perfect, in fact. I was never looking for an assistant, Samuel... I was just looking for a man to submit to me; to tend to my every need... And you... Well, you're just the cutest thing... Samuel, you would be well suited as my pet... I don't need an answer now, and if you say no this will not affect your job, I will simply give you one in the IT department, with the same pay. Now, if you say yes... Let's just say your workday will become a bit more interesting." She got close to his face as she spoke.

Sam felt blood rush to his cheeks, and his dick.

'Shit, am I into this...?' Sam questioned in his head.

"Well I- uh... BDSM is sorta new to me..." Sam gulped.

Sam had never experimented with kinks before, the farthest he'd ever gone was handcuffing a girl, but that didn't do much for him, he had to admit. Though he'd always thought of himself as a switch.

"Honey, I could train you into the perfect submissive." Her hand moved from his chin to his ear and jawline, as she stroked his earlobe softly.

Sam let out a soft moan. He was a sucker for his earlobes being bitten or touched in a sexual way. Oh, he moaned. He felt himself lean in a bit to her touch. His cock stiffened. She seemed pleased, smile growing wider.

"I could try, Ms. Black." Sam muttered quietly.

"Perfect... As our first order of business, how about we fix that little problem of yours?"