MY PERVERT BOSS

Shreya stood in the doorway of her boss's office, her heart racing. The dim light made the room feel heavier, adding to her nervousness. Her palms were sweaty, and a mix of fear and excitement coursed through her, making her feel both tense and thrilled.

"Come in, Shreya," he called from behind his desk, his voice low and commanding. "Close the door."

She paused for a moment before stepping inside, her heels tapping softly on the wooden floor. The door closed behind her with a quiet click, making the room feel even more private. She walked towards him slowly, her eyes fixed on his. He looked sharp in his tailored suit, but there was a wildness in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

Mr. Kapoor, her boss, didn't speak much and rarely smiled. Everyone in the office knew him as strict and tough. Shreya had heard rumors about how harsh he was with people who made mistakes, but she had never faced it—until now.

"Take a seat," he said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk. His eyes stayed locked on hers as she sat down, her hands nervously twisting in her lap. The silence felt heavy, with every tick of the clock sounding louder, like a warning. Shreya swallowed, her throat dry and tight.

Mr. Kapoor finally spoke, his voice low and controlled. "Do you know why you're here?"

Shreya nodded, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, sir."

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled, his gaze never leaving hers. "Good. Then you know what's expected of you." He let the silence stretch, his words hanging in the air. "You've been warned about your punctuality before, Shreya. This is the third time you've been late this week." His tone was calm, but the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes.

Shreya's heart raced as she struggled to find the right words. "I know, sir. It won't happen again. I've been dealing with some personal stuff-"

"Excuses don't matter," Mr. Kapoor cut her off, his voice suddenly cold, sharp. "You're a professional. Time management is your responsibility."

He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, and Shreya could feel the weight of his gaze as it seemed to pierce right through her. "I expect my employees to be punctual, dedicated. If you can't meet these basic expectations, maybe this isn't the right place for you."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she struggled to find the words. The thought of losing her job terrified her, but she knew she had to take responsibility. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking voice. "I understand, sir. I'm really sorry for all the mistakes. What can I do to make up for it?"

Mr. Kapoor's gaze was intense, unwavering. "You'll stay back and finish the report you missed. I want it on my desk till 8:00 PM ." He paused, letting the seriousness of his words settle in. "And after that, we'll discuss what further steps need to be taken."

The room felt suffocating as Shreya nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Mr. Kapoor didn't make empty threats. Her stomach twisted with anxiety as she imagined the possible consequences.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Shreya felt a flush spread across her face, a wave of nervousness rushing over her. She searched his face, hoping for any sign of mercy. "I just… I'm really sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Your apology is heard, but it doesn't change the fact that you've been careless." His voice softened just a bit, a small, almost teasing smirk playing on his lips. "But maybe, there's another way for you to make it up to me."

Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she realized where the conversation was heading With her boss? She had never expected this, but something deep within her responded to the challenge. "What do you mean, sir?" she asked, her voice a coy whisper.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in closer, his eyes darkening. "I'm sure there's something you've been holding back, something you've been dying to say to me," he said, his tone low and seductive. "Something... desirable."

Shreya felt a warm sensation spread through her, not sure if it was fear or something else. She had never mixed work with anything personal, but there was something about Mr. Kapoor's confidence that caught her attention. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with nervous excitement. "I... I'm not sure what you mean, sir."

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew wider. "You're so innocent," he said, his voice soft and playful. "Tell me, Shreya, what do you think I want to hear?"

Shreya's cheeks turned red as she tried to steady herself. She knew she was in dangerous territory, but the thrill of it was undeniable. "Well... I could say that I've always admired your... your leadership," she said, her voice holding a touch of longing.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Leadership? That's all?" He moved in closer, his breath warm on her ear. "Tell me, Shreya, what kind of leadership do you like?"

Shreya's heart pounded in her chest, but she managed to speak, her voice soft and almost seductive. "I've thought about... how you could help me become better at my work," she said, her gaze falling on his tie. "How you could... train me to serve your every need , i mean expectations ."

Mr. Kapoor's gaze grew intense, a spark of desire in his eyes. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere," he whispered. "Tonight, I'll show you, Shreya. You'll learn what it really means to serve." He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. "But remember, this is about your lesson. You will do as I say, no matter how... unusual the ways may be."

Shreya felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. "I understand, sir," she breathed, her voice laced with the anticipation of what was to come. She knew that she was treading on thin ice, but she couldn't resist the allure of his power over her.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes traveled down her body, taking in every inch of her trembling form. "Good girl," he murmured, the endearment sending a thrill through her. "Now, let's see if you can be as good with your words as you are with your work." He took a step closer, his hand resting on the arm of her chair, his fingers brushing against her bare skin.

Shreya's breath hitched, and she leaned back slightly, her eyes never leaving his. "I'll do my best, sir," she replied, her voice a sultry purr.

Mr. Kapoor's hand moved from the chair to her chest, his thumb brushing against the peak of her nipple through the fabric of her top. She gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "And what about your body, Shreya?" he asked, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Can it handle the kind of training I have in mind?"

Her eyes widened as she felt her nipples tighten under his touch. "I... I'll try, sir," she managed to say, her voice a breathless whisper.

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew more intense, his eyes dark with lust. "Good," he said, his voice a gruff growl. "Because I expect nothing less than perfection." He leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear. "Now tell me, what dirty little things have you been dreaming about doing to me?"

Shreya felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the heat between her legs grew stronger. She took a deep breath and let the words spill from her mouth, the taboo nature of the conversation only fueling her desire. "I've thought about... your hands on....