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His head dipped toward hers, his mouth
disappointing her and moving past hers, past her cheek, to rest against her ear. “Pull your skirt up.”

Heidi did as she was told, willing, as ever. She didn’t bend over—he hadn’t asked her that much—just gathered the black pleats in her hands
until her hemline inched up over her bottom, which was bare, of course. No panties, just garters and stockings, black, with a hint of lace.

“You see?” Her bare skin touched the cold edge of the desk as he pressed against her, his knee moving between hers, his
lips hot against the shell of her ear, making her shiver as he spoke. “Willing. Obedient.”

Heidi gasped when
he turned her around, using his hands on her hips to complete the motion. She nearly lost her grip on her skirt, but managed to hang on as he then bent her head with the palm of his hand until her cheek rested against the desk blotter.

“I lived on a farm when I was a child, you know.” Kaiser’s hand moved along the back of her sweater, over her spine. Heidi wanted to turn and look at him, her face showing her surprise, but she didn’t move. He chuckled, using his knee between hers to force her thighs further apart and she obliged. “Surprised? It was a long time ago. My father was a rancher. A real Texas rancher.” His voice dipped quickly into a rich Texan accent and Heidi blinked, shocked, but remained both unmoving and silent.

“We had horses. My father caught wild Mustangs, broke them and then sold them. Have you ever seen someone break a horse?” Kaiser’s voice had moved further away and she wanted to look, to see what the noise was, but she remained as he’d left her, cheek-against-blotter, her arms trembling as she held her skirt up for him.

“No, sir,” she replied, realizing that he’d asked her a question.

“It’s brutal.” Kaiser was close again and took her hands in his, moving her skirt higher up over her hips so it would stay by itself. “Savage. Horses that have lived in the wild their whole lives know nothing of bits and bridles and saddles. My father called it ‘learnin.’ As in—‘We’re learnin’ these here horses to be right.’ He was definitely no horse-whisperer.” The Texas accent was back, briefly, and Kaiser laughed, but it was a humorless thing, and Heidi found herself blinking back tears.

“Some horses break easy.” Kaiser stretched
one of her arms out with his as he pressed against her from behind. “Some don’t.” He did the same with her other arm, and she spread her fingers out on the blotter, her hands disappearing under his. “When a horse has too much spirit, breaking it turns quite cruel. It’s a horrible struggle between human and beast.”

His cheek found hers, resting there as he spoke. She was transfixed, trembling beneath him.

“I don’t want a woman I have to break.” His voice was soft, urgent, and she wished she could see his face. “I want a woman who’s willing to bend.”

His words thrilled her even as he stood up and stepped back, bringing a hand down hard against the swell of her behind. She didn’t do it, but she wanted to arch her back like a cat, begging for more. This is what she wanted, had always wanted, would forever want.

He might have been right about breaking horses, she mused, biting her lip to keep from crying out as his hand came down again, but there was something she thought he didn’t know. That kind of surrender of the spirit required trust—a great deal of trust. Perhaps some horses refused to submit because they were worldly cynics, too cautious and suspicious to give in. To them, man was just another dangerously cruel faction of an already dangerous universe. Those horses that were easier to break—she wondered if their spirits were just as strong as the others. Maybe even stronger.

“Eeee!” she squealed as his hand found the sweet spot again, again, picking up rhythm. She breathed a sigh of relief when he switched cheeks, but she knew that one would soon be red and stinging, too.

Heidi closed her eyes and thought about horses, wild-eyed ones running free, and tame ones, sweet as the sugar-cubes they nuzzled from your hand. Were those captive horses broken, then? Was it so wrong to trust? To want someone to guide you, shape you, give you exactly what you needed?

A tame horse adored
its master, and wanted nothing more than to please him. An obedient horse was loved—and it loved.

His punishment was the sweetest thing she’d ever known and she
took it with a grateful sort of grace, her little body twisting, not sure if she was trying to wriggle away or arching to beg for more. He was focused completely on the task at hand, warming her bottom to a steady, red heat and then, abruptly, he stopped, making her moan out loud.

“
I don’t have a limp.” He was slightly breathless—just slightly. “But I use a cane. Have you ever wondered why?”

Fashion statement?
She thought, but bit her tongue. There was no good answer to that question and she was glad it was rhetorical, because he continued talking, moving around the desk so she could see him holding it. He began to unscrew the handle, which was probably ivory, she mused, carved long before it was politically incorrect.

“My father used this to break horses.” Kaiser tipped the ca
ne forward and something fell out of its hollow recesses. Heidi recognized it immediately—a riding crop. “He was cruel and everything he accomplished was done by force.”

Kaiser picked up the crop. “I will never force you, Heidi.”

She shivered as the leather end of the crop met her behind—just a tickle. Kaiser was stroking the reddened skin of her bottom with it.

“
I don’t want to break you.” His words were hypnotic and she closed her eyes again in anticipation as he moved fully behind her. “I want to guide you…”

His voice was soft, almost a murmur, and she felt it like velvet over her burning skin.
“Everything we do is a communication. Everything we say. Everything we don’t say.”

The crop caught her off-guard, the sharpness of it like a bite across the back of her thigh and she yelped, wincing.

“That,” he said firmly, “is communication. Hands and legs apart, Heidi.”

She whimpered and complied, realizing she had forgotten her form. She splayed her fingers again, and spread her thighs further.

“Have I been fair to you, Heidi?” The crop teased her, moving down the bare crack of her ass. It made her blush.

“Yes, sir.”

“Have I corrected you when you didn’t deserve it?”

“No, sir.”

“This won’t ever be about violence.” The crop met her behind, quickly but without malice. She gasped, winced and spread her fingers again on the desk. She had curled them reflexively into fists at the tender, probing touch of the crop to her asshole. “It’s about control. I can’t allow the balance of power to be tipped. Someone must lead and someone must follow.
I
will lead.” Kaiser pressed against her from behind and she stifled a moan when she felt him, thick and hard through his trousers. “
You
will follow.”

“Yes, sir.”

“My father knew how to break horses.” He put the crop down on the desk and held her hips still in his hands when she began to rock back against him. “But he never did learn how to train them. It takes a great deal of knowledge and skill to do so effectively.”

Heidi’s eyes flew wide when he slid an arm across her front, bringing her up against him in one swift motion, her back to his front, their bodies fitted together like puzzle pieces.

“You’d snap like a twig,” he whispered into her ear, holding her writhing body still with his. “But I don’t want to break you.”

“You want me to bend,” Heidi agreed, molding herself to him like liquid, tilting her head back so she could see his fa
ce, meet his eyes.

“Yes.”
He sat back in his chair, pulling her with him, cradling her now, and she blinked in surprise but settled her head comfortably and happily against his chest, wondering if that was it, if her punishment was over. “You don’t just need a firm hand, you need a steady one, don’t you? You want someone to guide you… give you direction...” he mused, pulling the hem of her skirt down primly to her knees. “You crave it.”

Covered now, she had never felt m
ore naked.

“I’m always listening.
” His whispered words made her shiver. “I’m always paying attention.”

She couldn’t help the slight, slow grind she was doing in his lap—it was nothing compared to what she really wanted to do. The hardness of his cock against her behind
even through his trousers made her crazy—she wanted to get down on her knees and worship it, she wanted him to bend her over the desk and fuck her, she wanted him to use her, take her, fill her, push her, pull her…

But Kaiser was the picture of self-restraint. He held her still until she finally submitted to his will, relaxing against him, sighing deeply as he cradled her in his arms. If someone had told her a month ago that she would be sitting in Warren Kaiser’s lap, in Warren Kaiser’s office, after having been
spanked by that same man, she would have told them they were a few stitches short of a seam, but here she was.

Here she was.
And there was nowhere else she would rather be.

Chapter Five

Heidi had never felt more glamo
rous, thanks to a twenty-two-hundred dollar Versace black sleeveless corset-back dress, her hair newly cut, highlighted and styled, and her makeup professionally applied for the first time in her life. Aside from the outfit—something a little more day-to-evening than usual that she’d picked from the closet that morning in anticipation of her afternoon appointment—it was an incredible lunch-time transformation, and she couldn’t wait for Kaiser to see it when she swept off the elevator with her bag full of creams and lipsticks and hair conditioners and styling products.

T
he bubble of her enthusiasm popped almost immediately when she saw Kaiser’s door open and heard the high, light laugh of a woman coming from his office. Heidi’s knees felt suddenly weak and she stopped, heart hammering, face flushed, blinking in the direction of the sound—a low murmur now, and yes, again, the laugh. It was an intimate laugh, a
sexy
laugh, intentionally so, Heidi mused. She continued to her desk, her wobbly legs just barely getting her to her chair, and she stashed her shopping bag underneath.

“Oh Warren, don’t be such a boy scout!”
the woman pouted, and Heidi moved her computer mouse, ending the screen saver—Kaiser’s 2008 runway show in Paris, a breathtaking loop she watched daily as they were now heavily preparing for the 2009 version which she hoped to see “live” in just a few weeks—and peeking around the monitor in an attempt to see without being too obvious.

“Can we focus
here, Andrea?”

Andrea.
She knew immediately, before she ever saw her, that it was Andrea Paxton’s arm she glimpsed snaking around Kaiser’s neck from behind, her blonde head dipping down to murmur into his ear.

“I
am
focused, Warren darling.” Andrea tugged gently at his tie before her fingers followed it like an arrow down his chest, heading for his lap. Heidi sat frozen, furious, sure she was about to witness an afternoon quickie she didn’t want to know about, let alone see.

“Your dresses
will be completed this week.” Kaiser stood, moving away from the table where Andrea’s designs—
not hers, mine!
Heidi fumed—were spread out. “We’ll meet downtown this weekend for the pre-show. I think we’re almost done here for the day.”

Surprised by his obvious rebuff, Heidi watched, unnoticed, as he moved to his desk to pick up the phone. Andrea stood near the window, her back turned, a woman clearly unaccustomed to not getting what she wanted.

Heidi decided she didn’t want to see any more, getting up quietly from her desk and heading down the hall to the kitchen. It would be best not to have any confrontations, she thought, pouring a cup of coffee—exactly why, she didn’t know, since she didn’t drink it—and standing there with the warm mug cupped in her hands. All the mugs were the same, with the Kaiser logo and his signature curlicue K.

She stood there, how long she didn’t know, wondering what to do. Was she going to hide in the kitchen all afternoon? It was already five minutes past the time she should have been sitting
at her desk, waiting to do Kaiser’s bidding and if he discovered this fact, she knew she was going to be in trouble. Why was she risking it? Because she didn’t want to see Andrea Paxton again, after all this time?

Because she stole my designs!

But, w
hile that was true, Heidi knew she couldn’t prove it. Her sketchbook was long gone, and how could she possibly convince Kaiser that she, a lowly secretary, had designed something that Andrea Paxton—
the
Andrea Paxton—claimed was her own creation? It was an impossible situation, and Heidi had already decided, without really deciding anything at all, to do what she always did. She followed the path of least resistance.

I bend
, she thought, looking at her distorted reflection on the dark, rippled surface of the rich, aromatic coffee, the cup shaking in her hand.

“Oh my god! Heidi Bauer!” Andrea gasped, looking truly surprised and, Heidi noted with some satisfaction, actually a little frightened. It was an expression she probably wasn’t used to conveying, but Andrea looked as if someone had just walked in on her while she was going to the bathroom. She also looked unbelievably beautiful—her dress was short and stylish, a sexy green velour just
low-cut enough to avoid being inappropriate. She was perfectly made up and coiffed, her honey-blonde hair like spun gold falling around her shoulders.

Heidi remembered her own afternoon in the s
alon, touching her usually-mousy locks with a smoothing hand, and was glad she looked at least a little more presentable than usual.

“Hi, Andrea.”

“What are you doing here?” Andrea looked terrified, and she also looked like she was trying to cover that fact. The irony of their meeting here, now, obviously wasn’t lost on her.

“
I work here,” Heidi replied simply.

“With Kaiser?”

With Kaiser. For Kaiser. Was there a difference? Heidi just nodded.

“Are you part of the show?”

Was she part of the show? She had helped plan it down to the last button and bow. Did that make her part of it? Sadly, she knew it didn’t, and for the first time, she felt a deep, sharp pain in her side when she drew a shaky breath. She wasn’t part of the show, not really. She would be on the sidelines, watching models flaunt other designers’ clothing. She would be in Paris in a few weeks, watching Andrea Paxton receiving accolades for designs that she, Heidi, had created.

Just how many designs had she dared to copy, Heidi wondered, giving Andrea a long, cool look. She had seen at least four on Kaiser’s desk that belonged to her that day. Her sketchbook had been full of them. Something felt lodged in her throat, burning there, something old and stuck and impossibly huge.

“I know what you did.” The words were out of her mouth before Heidi could stop them, as if the stuck thing had suddenly been liberated.

Andrea glanced over her shoulder as if she were being followed, and then narrowed her eyes at Heidi. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve seen the designs,” Heidi went on, her voice growing louder even as Andrea shushed her. “They’re mine and you know it.”

“Prove it,” Andrea hissed, her already rosily made-up cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

And there it was. Heidi couldn’t prove anything, and they both knew it. At least,
Heidi
knew it. But
Andrea
might not, Heidi mused, the thought just occurring to her. Maybe, just maybe…

“I intend to,” Heidi bluffed, her spine straightening
. The look of fear in Andrea’s eyes was the sweetest thing she’d ever seen.

“Did you find the coffee, Andrea?” Kaiser’s voice coming down the hall startled them both. “I don’t know where my secretary has gotten off to, she—oh. There she is. Heidi,
get Andrea some coffee and come to my office.”

He stood in the doorway, looking between the two women, a frown Heidi knew well starting at the corners of his mouth.

“Secretary…?” Andrea’s mouth curled into a slow, Cheshire-cat smile. The smug look in her eyes was enough to turn Heidi’s stomach. So much for her bluff. Now Andrea knew—Heidi wasn’t a designer. She wasn’t anything—just a secretary.

“Heidi?” Kaiser inclined his head, his frown
deepening as he stepped further into the kitchen and Heidi knew she was a secretary in big trouble. Exasperated, he motioned between Andrea and the cup in Heidi’s hand. “Coffee?”

Like the thing that had been stuck in her throat
flying free, it all happened very quickly. Heidi’s trembling hand jerked impulsively, the spontaneous movement splashing dark brown liquid down the front of Andrea’s four-thousand-dollar Armani dress. Andrea yelped, more in surprise than from pain—the coffee was now just lukewarm—and swore loudly, glaring at Heidi and pulling her wet dress away from her skin with thumb and forefinger.

“Enjoy your coffee.” Heidi swept past a stunned Kaiser, not glancing up to even meet his eyes. She knew they were angry and disapproving underneath his surprise and she couldn’t bear to look.

“What the hell?” Kaiser’s voice was soft, incredulous, and disappearing behind her as Heidi slipped her heels off and sprinted for her desk. She grabbed her purse and shopping bag and didn’t even wait for the elevator. She straight-armed the door to the stairwell and ran down, shredding the feet of her stockings on the cement stairs after just the first flight.

“Heidi!” It was Kaiser’s voice,
calling from far above her, but she ran faster, heart hammering, a stitch growing in her side. She opened the door three flights down, surprising someone with a cart from the mailroom and making him drop a package.

She apologized reflexively, poking the “down” button on the elevator a
gain and again until the doors opened, ignoring the puzzled looks on the secretaries’ faces and the whispers back and forth behind her as she slipped in and pressed the “door close” button—hard.

She leaned back against the wall, her legs trembling, closing her eyes and drawing long, deep, ragged breaths. What had she done? Oh god, what had she done? The feeling was unbearable. She wanted to sink into the floor, crawl under a desk, hide her shame
in some palpable darkness.

The elevator slowed and stopped and she opened her eyes, slipping her shoes back on, noting her ruined stockings, straightening her dress as the doors of the
elevator opened. A man in the business suit gave her an appraising look, smiling as he stepped in and pressed the number thirty.

“
Hi, I’m Brian,” he said, giving her a sidelong glance. “Haven’t seen you around.”

“I’m new.” She sounded like she was apologizing—and she was.

“You sure brighten up the place.” Brian gave her a wider smile, his eyes dipping quickly to her hemline and back up again.

Heidi stared at him. Was he hitting on her? Men never hit on her. She was like a glass of lukewarm water in a
wine cellar of women in this industry. No one ever noticed her.

“I—” Heidi started to reply—she had no idea what she was going to say—when her cell phone vibrated in her purse. She wasn’t allowed to set it to ring. “Excuse me,” she murmured, turning away and digging through her purse in search of her phone. She flipped it open when she found it to see who was c
alling, sure it would be Kaiser insisting she come back and take her punishment. Part of her, in fact, was hoping it was Kaiser, because what if…what if he
didn’t
call? What would she do then?

“Lenny?” Heidi sounded genuinely surprised when she answered, and she was.

“Hey, girl!” He laughed—he had such a warm laugh, and it made her instantly nostalgic for her other, easier, job. “You miss me yet?”

“Hi, Lenny,” she said, smiling, sounding happy and realizing it was true, for the moment. She’d never been happier to hear his voice. “How are you?”

“I’m fantastic, still keeping my head down and my mouth shut. You?”

She swallowed, closing her eyes. “Me, too.”

Well…mostly…

The door behind her opened and the guy—Brian—got off. She didn’t turn around as the doors closed again and the elevator began to move.

“So, I was calling to see if you wanted to do dinner and a video. Me and takeout and a chick flick. How could you resist?”

Heidi laughed.
“Lenny, are you sure you aren’t gay?”

“How many times do I have to tell you
?” Lenny feigned offense. “I’ve just been in this business so long, I’m very in touch with my inner feminine.”

“I’d love to.” She smiled, surprised her face would oblige while the heavy leaden feeling still lingered in her belly.

“Say seven?”

“Seven,” she agreed, and
she managed to exchange a few more casual-seeming pleasantries before hanging up. Anxiously, Heidi flipped through her missed calls—none of them Kaiser. He hadn’t called. And what if he didn’t? What if she didn’t have a job in the morning? He had every right to fire her—
should
fire her. He had no idea why she had done what she’d done, and she was sure Andrea was preemptively giving him all sorts of false information. Or maybe she was distracting him with a blowjob.

Heidi swallowed hard at that, dropping her phone back in her purse and considering her options. She could go back, crawling on her knees—perhaps literally. She could wait for Kaiser to call—if he called. Or she could go back to work in the morning and see what happened. None of them w
as very appealing, but the alternative—never seeing Kaiser again—was unthinkable.

The problem was, she didn’t know if Kaiser felt the same. Was she just his pliable
, expendable secretary…or something more? She didn’t know, and she was truly afraid to find out.

* * * *

“I’m hungry.” Lenny stood up and stretched, grabbing the remote to pause
Julie and Julia—
Meryl Streep as Julia Childs filled the screen, mouth half-open, eyes half-closed, ridiculously frozen.

“You’re just hungry because we’re watching a movie about food.” Heidi smiled.
“Besides, we just ate an hour ago.”