Hi everyone!

I already posted this fic on Destined To, but I decided I could it here too. So I hope you'll enjoy it.

WARNING: Sexual Content, if you're under aged, don't read it!

English is not my first language so be understandable lol

The Fantasy Series: 1-The Secretary

Samantha looked up from her file and noticed that everyone had already left for the night. She was alone and the lights were dimmed. Not a sound could be heard. It was so unusual to see the office like this, it was almost as if the building was asleep. She frowned as she scanned the room. She thought Martin was still around but apparently she was wrong, he had left without saying anything. She sighed and looked at her watch: 10:17. Wow, she had worked three hours straight without any break, but now she was hungry and she needed coffee to finish her paperwork. At this rate, she would still be here tomorrow morning when the others would show up for work. She grabbed her cup and went to the break room.

As she went by the tech room, she noticed the lights were on. Did somebody forget to turn them off? But when she approached she smiled at what she saw: Martin was busily working on a computer.

"Hey!", she said as she entered the room

He looked up and smiled. "Hey yourself."

"What are you doing here?"

"I told you about an hour ago that my computer crashed and that I was going to finish my work here. Didn't you hear me?"

She smiled apologetically. "Sorry"

She sat next to him.

"Are you anywhere near done?"

His gaze fell upon the huge stack of papers next to him.

"Not really," he groaned. "If I still believed in Santa, you know what I'd ask for for Christmas?"

She chuckled and shook her head.

"My own personal secretary, paid by the Bureau to fill all my paperwork."

"You know, I could be your secretary for tonight if you want.", she said in a husky tone.

She knew she shouldn't do this because they had still work to do and they were at the office but she wanted to have fun and she knew Martin could use some fun too. She looked at him, to see his reaction and saw his lips turn up into a big smile. He knew she was playing and had every intention of playing along.

"Are you sure you want to be my secretary, Miss Spade? Because you know rumors around here. They say I'm a very demanding boss."

"You will see that I'm very adventurous, Mr Fitzgerald. I'm not afraid of a challenge."

"I need to ask you something first, Miss Spade. Do you have good references?"

"I don't like to brag but my typing skills are very impressive, I can make coffee..."

"I see, but most important, can you follow orders?"

She smiled sweetly at him.

"Oh yes Mr Fitzgerald, I aim to please, you can ask me anything you want."

"That answer does you credit, I have to admit. If you continue like that, your chances of getting a promotion will increase, I assure you."

"Thank you, Mr Fitzgerald. I also know, thanks to those rumors, that you are a real professional and I can't wait to work under you. Can I do something for you, sir?"

Damn her with those double meaning expressions! He was getting aroused and they hadn't even done anything yet.

"Well Miss Spade, since you asked, I have a task I need you to do. I didn't have time to type this letter, would you do it for me? I need it in less than five minutes."

"Of course, sir. Anything for you."

She took the paper from his hand and chose a computer across from his so she could watch him. She wouldn't admit it to him just yet, but this game was a major turn on for her. She loved seeing Martin all bossy. She typed the letter without paying attention to its content, catching a glimpse of him every now and then. He was observing her, her cheeks slightly flushed, trying to act professional but he knew this was getting to her. She didn't look like it, but she loved being dominated every once in a while and he knew it. She printed the letter and sat next to him, making sure her right leg brushed against his left.

"Here you go, Mr Fitzgerald."

He looked at it and suddenly slammed his fist on the table. Sam jumped at this unexpected outburst but said nothing.

"Miss Spade, you mentionned earlier my professionalism. And in order to have this reputaion, I work with people who are professional. Do you understand me?"

She nodded.

"Good, therefore, I don't think I can keep you as my secretary..."

She looked at him, astonished.

"Why? What did I do?"

"Stand up please, Miss Spade."

She stood and when he told her to read the letter she just typed, she did. And then she understood, she had made several typing mistakes.

"You understand now Miss Spade that I can't let these kinds of mistakes happen again in my office, I would lose my reputation."

"I'm so sorry, Mr Fitzgerald. I won't do it again I swear."

He sighed, acting as if he was really annoyed.

"Okay Miss Spade, you're lucky you look so damn hot in that skirt, otherwise, I would be looking for a new secretary right now. But I still have to punish you for your mistakes."

He grabbed the paper from Sam's hand and lay it down on the table.

"Would you please stand in front of this table and take a closer look at what you typed?"

Sam bent over and grabbed the edge of the table for leverage, giving Martin a very nice view of her ass. Suddenly she felt his presence behind her and her breathing quickened

"Read aloud please, Miss Spade."

His husky tone when he said her name, sent shivers all over her body. She tentatively began reading but when she read a word she had typed wrong, she felt Martin's hand slapped her ass quite noisily. She yelped and looked at him, astonished. What the fuck!

"Continue please."

He was so serious it surprised her, so she continued and each time she read a wrong word he spanked her, each time stronger. And strangely enough, the more it was painful, the more she moaned in pleasure. She had never experienced that before and she got to admit it, she loved it, especially with Martin. He pressed himself against her and she gasped when she felt his erection nestled against her ass. She knew she had started the game, but now she was so much aroused, she couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and turned around to face Martin. He seemed to be in perfect control of his emotions. God how could he do that?

"Now Miss Spade, I would like you to sit on the table."

She looked at him quizzically. What did he have in mind?

"I just want to perform a little test. You know Agent Malone wants every employee of this unit to be able to remain steady in a stressful situation. We don't know what can happen."

"Okay Mr Fitzgerald, you're the boss."

She sat on the table and crossed her legs.

"Take a pen and a notepad, please. And Miss Spade, this test won't be effective if you cross your legs.What kind of a secretary are you?", he said losing his patience.

She grabbed a pen and a notepad and uncrossed her legs, letting them dangle in the air.

"I want you to take notes on the procedure of this test, you understand me Miss Spade?"

"Yes sir."

"And if you fail, I will have to punish you again."

She swallowed her saliva and looked at him.

"Will the punishment be like the one before? Because I don't know if it was really a punishment, or just an excuse to grope my ass."

"Miss Spade, how can you question my working methods? I assure you that punishment was inflicted with professionalism. You'll never forget how to spell these words again."

He walked toward the table she was sitting on and laid a hand on her thigh.

"But now I'll have to punish you again for your insubordination. And believe me, I won't take pleasure in doing it but I don't want people to think I can't handle my secretary."

He grabbed her blouse and ripped it off, sending buttons flying everywhere in the room. Sam gasped.

"I really liked that blouse!"

"I don't care if you liked it, Miss Spade and I don't care how much it cost you. You're going to do what I say because I'm your boss and you are below me in the chain of command. Now let's go on with the test, shall we?"

Sam was there, sitting on a desk, her legs dangling and now Martin couldn't take his eyes off of her lacy-covered breasts. He had planned some little games before but he couldn't take it anymore, he had to have her now.

"Lay down.", he ordered.

He raked up her skirt until he saw something that made his cock twitch in his pants. She was wearing garters and stockings. How come he had never seen her wear that before?

"Miss Spade, don't you think these undergarments are against the regulation?", he asked in a rather squeaky voice.

Sam, hearing his tone, smiled to herself. She had always known she would have to wear this someday and she wasn't disappointed by his reaction.

"I told you Mr Fitzgerald that I was the adventurous kind of girl. I don't care about regulations. In fact, I think you don't care about them either. Otherwise we wouldn't be here right now."

"I don't see the point of this conversation since you seem to know me so well. So now please, Miss Spade, take off your blouse. I want to see you."

She sat up and let the material fall from her shoulders while Martin hiked up her shirt around her waist, seeing what she wore underneath. It took his breath away. There she was, lying on a desk, her cheeks flushed and she was wearing the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen. This was probably the most erotic thing she had done for him. And he was so grateful for that. He had finally found a woman ready to fulfill all his fantasies and right now she was. She was everything he could have dreamed of.

"God you're so beautiful.", he rasped, not taking his eyes off of her.

By his tone, she knew Martin was the one talking, not the bossy Mr Fitzgerald. She was surprised when suddenly he crushed his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. God his kiss was so passionate, she thought she would pass out. She crept up her hands in his short hair, spiking it up as she returned the kiss. An involutary moan escaped her lips when he stepped up between her legs, his arousal pressed up against her heat. His right hand went up to her thigh, gently kneading her where her stocking finished and her skin began, eliciting another moan from her. She wanted to take off his shirt to caress his muscular chest but he would have none of that for now. This was about her and he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could.

He took off her hair clip and let her beautiful hair fall over her shoulders while his hands ran over her torso, waking up all her senses. She was humming against his mouth and the vibration sent a rush of blood towards Martin's cock. God he wondered where he had all this will power because now all he wanted to do was to push her panties aside and fuck her till she screamed his name again and again. And when he looked at her, it seemed that it was what she wanted too: her breath was labored, her cheeks flushed, her eyes were hazed and she made those little whimpering-like sounds he loved so much indicating her impatience. He decided to be lenient with her as he pushed her thong a little aside and began playing with her clit. She was so wet and ready for him that he almost came right there in his pants. Plus her throaty moan that echoed in the room also didn't make it easy for him. He bent towards her to nibble her neck, applying, as he did so more pressure with his fingers making Sam pant his name. But since the game wasn't finished, he took off his hand and disengaged himself from her.

"I'm sorry Miss Spade, what name have you just said?"

Sam bit her lower lip. Damn, what have she done?

"Yours.", she wispered out of breath.

"You see, Miss Spade, I'm your boss and even if what we are doing right now isn't really professional, I still don't allow you to call me by my first name. From now on, I only want to hear pants, moans, groans or Mr Fitzgerald from your mouth, is that understood?"

She nodded, she just wanted his hand back where it was.

"Have I told you how much of a turn on you are right now?"

She whimpered slightly at his words, he was driving her mad.

"Nothing arouses me more than a beautiful woman in lingerie and high heels, waiting for me to fuck her brains out."

She moaned. If he kept that up, she would come before he even touched her.

"Please Mr Fitzgerald, fuck me now."

It only took a second for Martin to lower his zipper, reach for his erection and press it against her core, entering her in a swift thrust. He had enough games for tonight, he wanted her now. They both moaned loudly at the contact. Sam's inner muscles were already clenching around him and he had to slow his movements down to keep some control. She grabbed him behind his neck and crushed his lips to hers, while her hips met his with each stroke. They were both so close that it didn't take long for them to reach their climax. And sure enough when they came together, their mingled cries could be heard: "Miss Spade!" "Mr Fitzgerald!"

After a few minutes, they looked at each other and laughed.

"That was...", he began.

"Yep, we should do it again sometimes."

"Definetly, but we'll have to come up with another idea."

"Do you have one in mind?"

He smiled at her while he was helping her into her clothes.

"Maybe."

"Care to share?"

They made their way to the elevator. Paperwork could wait, they just wanted to go home right now.

"I'll give you a clue: do you believe in Santa?"

TBC