Serving Mr. Stevens, Part Two: Lover's Complaint -- An Erotic Romance (Part 2 of 5) by Nathan Stratton

Chapter 1: Green-Eyed Serpent
     
    …Guiding me by the hand, he led me to the door of his office. He kissed me hard on the mouth, just once. I tried to steal another kiss, but he turned away.
     
    “That will be all for now, Candace. Thank you. This will be a very demanding job, but I trust that you won’t disappoint me. And believe me, you’d better go home and get some rest. You start tomorrow.”
     
    As soon as I was alone in the entryway, all my emotions came flooding out at once. I’d found out what the proposition was, but now I had even more questions than before. And if Mr. Stevens was meeting the President, then just how powerful was he?
     
    One thing’s for sure, though, I thought to myself. No matter what happens now, my life is never going to be the same.
     
    If only I knew how just true that statement would turn out to be…
     
    ***
     
    Still standing in the entryway to Mr. Stevens’ office, I took a moment to collect myself as best I could. I looked down at my ripped-up clothes, running my finger along a torn piece of my blouse. It was a visual reminder of what Mr. Stevens had just done to me, the way he’d tossed me around and used me for his pleasure. I’d gone out and bought this outfit solely for the job interview, and now it was completely ruined; the rough sex we’d had made sure of that quickly enough.
     
    Was it worth it? I mused to myself. I rubbed my backside, which was still throbbing from the hard slaps he’d given me. It hurt – quite a bit, in fact. But I didn’t mind the pain. It was a delicious kind of hurt, and just like my torn blouse, it was a reminder of Mr. Stevens, and of the contract I’d just signed with him. I grinned, closing my eyes and visualizing the heat of the previous moment. Him in his business suit, pounding me from behind against his executive desk. My hands bound tightly behind my back, rendering me absolutely powerless to resist him. My orgasm… and his.
     
    Oh, yeah, I thought to myself. It was worth it, all right.
     
    Just then, a sharp knock rang out on the exterior doorway, chasing all those pleasant memories out of my head. My eyes sprang open, and I stiffened in place as if I’d been caught doing something wrong.
     
    A clipped, high-pitched voice came from the other end. “Candace?”
     
    It was Katarina, the receptionist. The realization put me even more on edge. She’d acted like such a bitch to me earlier; I could only imagine what she was going to say to me now.
     
    I hesitated, perking my ear towards the door. “Yes?” I called out.
     
    “Oh, so you are in there,” she said. “I just wanted to let you know that I’ve got a change of clothes for you out here... Mr. Stevens asked me to get them for you. Would you like them now?”
     
    I took a tentative step towards the door. “Um, all right,” I said. I cracked the door open slightly, suddenly too shy to let her see me like this. I peeked out with one eye to see Katarina standing there with a bundle of clothing in her hand.
     
    “Thanks,” I said, grabbing the bundle from her and shutting the door again. I quickly changed, casting off my torn items and pulling on a pair of loose-fitting gray slacks and a dark red top. They were beautiful pieces, and they fit perfectly. It was though Mr. Stevens, somehow, had known exactly my size.
     
    I smiled, looking back towards the inner door towards his office. Is he still in there? I wondered. He’d said he had to run off right away – for a meeting with the President, no less, although I wasn’t yet sure I believed that. But I took pleasure in imagining him sitting there at his big oaken desk, pen in hand, sending off the order to make sure I was dressed in only the best clothing money could buy. I had no idea if that was what happened, of course – but the uncertainty of it made the gesture all the sweeter. He was keeping his motives a mystery, leaving me to fill in the blanks for myself. I shook my head, still smiling. This guy