My Boss Knew My Secret and Made Me Her Slave

The message reached her at ten past six in the evening, when the rest of the floor was already gathering their things. “Come up to my office when everyone’s gone. We need to talk about petty cash.” Renata read those two sentences five times in a row, and by the fifth her stomach had knotted completely shut.

She had spent months waiting for that message without wanting to admit it. Every time she balanced the department’s expenses she knew exactly how much was missing, and every time she promised herself it would be the last. First it was forty dollars to make it to the end of the month. Then a little more, because nobody checked, because Daniela trusted her, because it was so easy it seemed almost stupid not to do it.

She went up in the elevator with cold hands. The twentieth floor was empty, the office lights off, only the city glow coming through the windows. The private office door was ajar. Daniela was waiting for her standing by the desk, perfect as always, her tailored suit immaculate at that hour when anyone else would already be rumpled.

—Close the door —she said, without looking up from the open folder in front of her.

Renata obeyed. And when she turned around, she understood everything at once.

***

Renata was trembling when Daniela shoved her against the leather sofa in the private office. The air conditioner hummed low, almost inaudible, but her skin was burning. The folder was still open on the desk, all the evidence on display: nine months of small diversions, amounts that added up to more than eleven thousand dollars from petty cash. Nothing that would keep her in prison too long. But enough to destroy her name, her marriage, and any career she might hope to have afterward.

Daniela leaned over her. One hand on her throat —not squeezing, just asserting control—, the other sliding under her straight skirt to brush the already wet fabric of her underwear.

—Take off your blouse, Reni. Slowly. I want to finally see those tits Hugo likes so much.

Renata shook her head. Tears were running hot down her cheeks.

—Daniela… please… I’m not like this. I’ve never been with a woman. I can’t… this isn’t right.

Daniela let out a short laugh, with not a trace of warmth, and closed her fingers a little tighter around her throat to force her to hold her gaze.

—Do you know exactly how much you stole? Eleven thousand two hundred and forty. In nine months. I caught it in your second week. And do you know why I kept quiet? Because I wanted you right here. In my hands. Shaking, wet, begging not to end up in a police station. And because Hugo has been looking at you since the day you walked through that door. He says you’ve got the kind of body that doesn’t get forgotten.

Renata sobbed, but her body betrayed her without permission. Her nipples had hardened against her blouse and between her legs she felt a pulse she refused to acknowledge.

Hugo came in at that instant and turned the key behind him. He wore his shirt open halfway, his chest marked by a fine sheen of sweat. Beneath his trousers, his erection was already visible, a thick curve straining the fabric.

—Take your clothes off —Daniela ordered, letting go of Renata to fold her arms and watch—. Or I call the police and HR right now. Your choice.

With clumsy fingers, Renata unbuttoned her blouse. The bra gave way and her breasts spilled free, heavy, the dark nipples already taut. Hugo growled something of approval and stepped closer. He took her breasts in both hands, squeezed them, pinched her nipples until she let out a moan in which pain and pleasure could no longer be told apart.

—Look at this —he told Daniela without taking his hands off her—. Worth the wait.

Renata kept her eyes fixed on some arbitrary spot in the carpet, as if not looking might give her back some control. It didn’t work. Every pinch sent a jolt straight to her belly, and she hated that her body responded so clearly, without asking her, in front of the two people with the most power over her life at that moment.

—You’re blushing —Daniela observed, amused, slowly circling the sofa—. Is it because you’re embarrassed, or for another reason? Because from here it doesn’t look like embarrassment.

Renata didn’t answer. She didn’t trust her voice.

Daniela undressed at her leisure, like someone who had all the time in the world. Her body was firm, her waist narrow, her pussy shaved and already gleaming. She sat on the edge of the sofa, spread her legs, and pointed to herself with two fingers.

—Kneel here, Reni. You’re going to use your tongue until I let you stop. And in the meantime, Hugo is going to remind you why no one is ever going to believe you if you ever open your mouth about anything else.

Renata shook her head again. Her voice was breaking.

—No… Daniela… I’ve never done this… I don’t know how.

Daniela grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down until she was kneeling between her open thighs. The smell reached her thick, intimate, impossible to ignore at that distance.

—I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Open your mouth and start. Or tomorrow at this time you’ll be leaving this building in handcuffs.

Renata closed her eyes. She stuck out her tongue, trembling, and the first contact went through her like a current. Warm flesh, soft, against her mouth. Daniela let out a deep moan and pushed her hips forward.

—Like that. Harder. Don’t play innocent now.

Renata obeyed. Flat tongue, tracing her from bottom to top, then slow circles where the other woman reacted most. Daniela moaned louder and louder, holding her head with both hands to guide her, setting the rhythm against her own face. The wetness spread over Renata’s chin and dripped down.

Hugo positioned himself behind her and pulled his trousers down. He slid the tip between Renata’s thighs, parting her, checking how wet she was despite everything.

—She’s dripping —he said, almost amused—. So much drama and look at her.

He shoved in at once, all the way to the hilt. Renata screamed against Daniela’s sex, her body yielding to a stretch that bent her from the inside. Hugo drove into her with long, deep thrusts, and each one threw her harder against Daniela, so that her own muffled cries became vibration on the other woman.

The sound in the office was obscene. The wet slap of Hugo entering and leaving, Renata’s stifled gasps, Daniela’s broken breathing above, the smack of skin against skin.

—Don’t stop —Daniela panted, tugging her hair—. You’re close to making this stop being a punishment.

Daniela came first. She arched over the sofa, dug her fingers into Renata’s nape and pressed her against her while she trembled, repeating her name between curses. Renata kept obeying with her tongue until the other woman pulled her head away, too sensitive to take any more.

Hugo sped up. He dropped one hand to Renata’s clit and began to rub with firm fingers.

—Finish already —he ordered in her ear—. I want your boss to see you come.

And Renata came, against her will, her whole body shaking around him in waves she couldn’t hold back. Hugo didn’t stop. He kept going until a rough grunt broke his voice and he buried himself to the hilt, emptying inside her with a series of thrusts that grew slower and slower.

He withdrew slowly. Renata remained on her knees, her breathing shattered, sweat sticking her hair to her forehead.

Daniela got down from the sofa and knelt in front of her. She took Renata’s face in one hand, almost tenderly, and wiped a tear away with her thumb.

—Look at you —she murmured—. You’ve spent months pretending you didn’t want this.

She kissed her. A long, deep kiss that Renata wasn’t sure whether to return or endure, and in the end she returned it. When they parted, Daniela was smiling at her with a calm that was more frightening than any shout.

—This is only the beginning, Reni. From now on you stay after hours whenever I say so. You come to my house on the days I decide. You belong to us, to both of us, until I decide otherwise. Do you understand?

Renata nodded in silence, unable to look her in the eyes.

—And if one day you get the idea of saying no —Daniela went on, picking up the folder from the desk and tapping it against the palm of her hand—, this goes straight to the police. And to your husband. One call. That’s all.

Renata remained sprawled on the sofa when the two of them finished dressing and went back out into the world as if nothing had happened. Her body ached in places she hadn’t known existed. Her skin was marked, her clothes a heap on the floor, her makeup smeared.

She should have felt ashamed. She should have felt panic. And partly, she did.

But between her legs, something darker was throbbing too, something she didn’t dare name. Anticipation.

Friday.

She dressed slowly, put herself back together as best she could in the private bathroom mirror, and went down to the parking garage with her head bowed. In the elevator, her reflection looked back at her like a woman who was no longer exactly the same as the one who had walked in that morning.

She knew she would come back. And not just because of the folder.

That was the part she found hardest to forgive herself for.