My Secret Relationship

By Ellen Sara

The collection of Ellen Sara's short stories "My Secret Relationship," which includes sweet and enticing stories of love, secret relationships, or special bonds. The book is suitable for those who want to better understand the dark corner of their mind. Read books to escape boring reality, and indulge in passionate fantasies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louis Patrick
• Release date: May 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223269311

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Table of contents

My boss

At the rest stop

In revenge on a jealous friend

The mature stranger

Secret in the next room

My Secret Relationship

Author: Ellen Sara

My boss

H anna, to my office now!

That asshole. Why can't he just hang himself?

Right away, Mr. Friedrich, I'm coming. I answer in a cheerful, friendly voice.

Hurry up! He continues, as if his strict tone wasn't enough. No, it has to create pressure and I hate it when it causes goosebumps to spread down my neck and down my back.

Nevertheless, I interrupt my work to confront the monster, which must have misunderstood something again.

Idiot.

With slow steps I approach the imposing door behind which the boss is hiding. My high heels play the war drums, heralding the arrival of the mightiest warrior in this office. The eyes of my colleagues follow me with pity and I answer them with a wink.

My relationship with my boss is ambivalent. Actually I can't complain. We have a certain respect for each other even though I'm quite a bit younger than him.

I probably only owe that to the little argument where I was able to show him that he doesn't need to mess with me.

The most haunting, however, was something that happened at the end. As he stood in front of me, panting like an angry bull and staring at me with his brown eyes, the whites of which showed in an unusual amount. Our faces were only a few centimeters apart and to this day I can't explain why I would have liked to hug him at that moment.

Fortunately, the renovation of his office was still in full swing. On the other hand, everyone in the open-plan office could see us while we barked at each other.

We stayed in that position for seconds or even minutes and I would give my credit for him sharing the same kinky thought with me.

That day was the first time I went to the toilet with a purpose and it was the best orgasm I've ever had.

I miss this mixture of adrenaline, the bubbling volcano in my midst and the anger that was looking for a suitable outlet in vain.

You sit down. He says when I stop in the door frame and points to the chair in front of the huge desk. It likes to boast that it's made from the finest ash and the leather on the top costs as much as our coffee machine in the break room. A magnificent piece that goes well with the rest of the interior with its dark appearance. A modern, stylish piece of furniture whose value only I know.

I step through the door frame and head for the seating.

Do you have a stone in front of the cave at home? Close the door. He accompanies his words with a waving gesture of his hand. He doesn't think it's necessary to even look at me. Instead, he stares at the documents in front of his nose, which he quickly turns up.

I turn around and quietly close the door, even though I feel like slamming it.

We have had the task of correcting and updating the timesheets of all employees for the past two weeks. Why hasn't anything happened yet? He pushes the papers aside and takes the keyboard and mouse with him before clicking around like a monkey gone berserk. I finally sit down and, as is my habit, the hem of my black skirt slides up, which I use my fingers to keep from exposing too much of my thighs.

Mr. Friedrich, the databases are not yet up-to-date. I remark in a calm voice and just wait for him to ask me the right question.

And why not? Fix that, right now.

Because we won't update them until the programmers fix the bug. Otherwise there is a risk of losing some or even all of our data. I explain while hiding my hands in my lap. I don't want him to see me clench fists that I'd like to punch him in the face with.

I feel like he's missing my words and I'm about to repeat myself. Meanwhile, he fixes his eyes on me with a wondrous stern look that gives me a shallow shiver. Damn, it turns me on when he looks so serious. As if he were an unclimbable mountain of pure self-love, power and the need to bully his employees. A little love-hate relationship.

Shit, you always have the right answer, don't you? he asks, letting his words sound like an accusation.

A reproach that I answer him logically and truthfully.

That's how it's done, that's how our IT department justified it. Are we done here then?

We're done here when I say so! construction His hand lands on the table with a loud bang and I wince. I would have expected everything, but he has never become more than verbal so quickly.

Excuse my words, Mr. Friedrich. I pause for a moment, seeing in his eyes how elevated that must make him feel. But the bomb is ticking.

You should blow off some steam. Treat yourself to an early evening. Go home, fuck your wife and save the employees, and especially me, from your unspeakably bad mood lately.

Actually, I wanted to throw him a small bomb.

Somehow it turned into a hydrogen bomb.

I can see the blood rush to his head and thick veins fill, one of which snakes across his forehead.

The second hand lands loudly on the massive table, shaking everything on it. Then he hangs his head.

I strongly suspect that he doesn't do that because he suddenly became clear.

Mrs. Muller. He says succinctly and in a frighteningly calm tone. This time. It frightens me more than his short temper and somehow I feel every syllable between my thighs.

Leave my office immediately. If you don't leave right now you'll be the next one I fuck and God forbid I won't stop myself.

Invisible hands crawl over my skin and let every little hair stand up charged. I expected a threat... or a promise, but not one like that. One that makes my blood boil in my veins. It awakens a curiosity in me that I have nothing to counter and my center insists on venting the inner tension on it.

Mr. Friedrich... I breathe and lean forward. I rest my forearms on the edge of the table, which pushes my breasts together in a beautiful way. Then I try to catch a glimpse of his face, which is hiding in the shadow of itself.

I beg you not to restrain yourself.

The way he looks at me the next moment shakes me. A greed and a lust fill his eyes, which are haunted by disbelief. I haven't let him scare me away for a long time and I'm sadly sure that he doesn't live up to his words. Best time to pin my boundary with him.

You dare talk to your boss like that? He growls as he regains his composure and sits up. He slowly comes around the desk, keeping his hand on the wood and tracing the grain with his fingertips.

My heart slides down my throat, back between my legs and up again. I swallow as his imposing figure looms over me.

The broad shoulders, the expensive white shirt stretched over it and the unchanged expression on his face intimidate me. The deep furrows on his forehead show his displeasure, but the twinkle in his eyes something completely different. Like me, he seems ambivalent.

The square jaw, adorned with a shadow of his beard, crunches from left to