Damn it Layla

Author's Note: More watersports fetish ahead! If that's not your thing but you still want to follow the storyline, I've marked the (3)shortparts where they start and finish so the chapter can still be read for the tasty plot tidbits. Enjoy!

"Damn it Layla!"

Jenna's voice cut through the silence of the office. It immediately caught my attention as it occurred to me that she had been absent from her desk for quite some time.

"Jenna?" I called out for the woman.

"Oh hey Adam, sorry I thought you'd be gone already." She replied, peeking around the half-closed door of my office.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing. Well, maybe it's something. Fuck I don't know!" Jenna sighed, concentrating on her phone as she walked towards my desk, a look of anguish on her face while she sipped on an overly-large, overly-expensive iced coffee, her French-tipped fingers gripping it like it was her giving her life.

"Talk to me Jenns." I paused what I was doing, rolling back from my desk as she came around, leaning back against it.

"It's just...Layla. She does all these sweet things for me and I... I'm just not used to that you know? I mean I don't want to be a bad influence in her life but I feel like I'm going to screw things up."

"Screw things up? Have you met her mother?" I couldn't help throwing some shade at my wife.

I'd never known my take-charge office assistant to harbour any self-doubt so this was a new side of Jenna that I was seeing. Truth was, it had been a week of adjustments since Layla asked, well more so demanded, that Jenna stay with us at our home. The two women had become inseparable, always sneaking off to Layla's room or cuddling up on the sofa like two teenagers in a newfound relationship.

Jenna and Staci however had a totally different dynamic, as the two of them seemed to mix as well as vinegar and oil, like they were competing for Layla's affections, which in a way was exactly what they were doing. Staci had maintained her protective stance, not wanting to see her sister hurt again, no matter how much Jenna showered my blonde daughter with love and affection. It had given me no indication that Jenna's feelings were nothing but genuine.

"By the way, where have you been? I need some help with the Sandusky numbers. The math isn't mathing." I pondered while looking my beautiful office assistant over. Jenna was wearing her typical teasing office attire; a short, red skirt with splits up the sides that stopped just below her ass, showcasing her lean, tanned legs and a white ruffled blouse, unbuttoned down the front enough to show off her deep, tanned cleavage almost to the point that her firm breasts spilled out. As always, she wore her most expensive black Louboutin's, a wardrobe staple in her world.

"Oh I wanted to surprise Layla with some flowers so I dropped them off at the house." Jenna replied, intently scanning through her phone while she talked, although it seemed like she was holding part of the story back.

"Okay..." I toned flatly, feeling like I should pursue more but letting the comment slide. "So what's going on with my daughter?"

"This." Jenna shoved her phone at me, a picture of my gorgeous princess leaning back on her bed with two fingers buried deep in her sweet little pussy with the caption 'miss you mommy' below it.

"Yeah, that's definitely Layla," I chuckled, thinking back to all of the times she teased me with the same type of poses. "But I don't see a problem?"

"Oh shit no not that!" Jenna stammered, swiping at the screen to show a string of texts between her and Lisa.

"So I did what you said, texted her and said that I'd talked to the police. Then like we talked about I told her that they needed her back her to help authenticate the picture of you and Layla before they could build a case. She told me that she would talk to Phillipe and see if she could take a break from the expedition. But then today I get this text from her."

Jenna turned the phone towards me, her hands shaking nervously as I read what Lisa had written;

'So Natalie tells me that your car has been parked out front of the house all week. What the fuck is up with that Jenns? I send you over there to do me one little favor and now you're staying at my house? I sure as fuck hope you're not sleeping with Adam!'

"Fucking Natalie!" I growled, the adrenaline beginning to surge through my veins.

"She has that bitch spying on us!"

"I know right? It's like Lisa doesn't trust me..." Jenna started back anxiously, "But I think I smoothed things over when I wrote back telling her that Layla was really sick and you had asked me to look after her. I told her that it was completely innocent and that it would give me a chance to 'get more dirt' on you and Layla's relationship for the police."

"What did she say to that?"

"I think she bought it Adam, I mean she thought it was a good idea and she didn't tell me to stop coming over, so I think we're good. She even said she was looking at flights so I'm going to keep trying to feed her the story that the police need her back here and see what happens but..."

Jenna's voice trailed off, like she wanted to say something else but was having a tough time choosing her words.

"But what?" I pursued, seeing the concerned look on my office assistant's face.

"Ugh. I don't know Adam. I mean staying with you guys this week has been fun and I love Layla with all my heart. Hell I'm even cool with the whole incest thing..." Jenna spoke with a serious tone; her eyes locked on mine like she was looking for a response.

"Why do I feel like there's a 'but' coming?" I lowered my eyebrows, waiting for some sort of devastating news.

"But sometimes I wonder where do I fit in with your family? Like...don't you feel like you're...cheating on Lisa? With your daughters? Hell even with me?" Jenna spoke softly; her deep brown eyes filled with anxious confusion.

"Pffft and what the hell do you think she's doing right now with Phillipe?" I spat defensively, the venom in my words becoming evident. "I think any loyalty she may have had for us is long gone so why don't you let me worry about my wife?"

"But what happens if she comes back? Adam I just don't want to feel like a temporary replacement for her or just a fling to you guys."

"Do you feel like Layla's love and admiration for you is just a fling?" I shot back, my adrenaline starting to surge from the way Jenna was uncharacteristically doubting herself.

"I don't know, I just feel like sometimes my mommy fetish clouds my judgement."

"Or is it revealing your true feelings?" I countered, watching her face scrunch up in deep thought.

"You think so?"

"You're one hell of an awesome woman Jenns. My daughter thinks the world of you and I wouldn't have let you anywhere near my princess if I'd thought you were anything other than genuine with her. So do you really need any more reassurance than that?"

Somewhere in the back of my mind I was beginning to think that this wasn't all about her and Layla, that there was something more to Jenna's words bubbling just below the surface. After all, the way that she'd demonstrated her love for my daughter right in front of us last weekend was no small gesture of appreciation, but more of a full-blown confession of her true feelings.

So I pressed her a little.

"I can't help but think there's more to it."

"What do you mean?" Jenna's eyes flicked up at me, like she knew I was starting to figure things out with her.

"I mean there's got to be another reason why you're acting this way, why you're second-guessing yourself. I just want to know what that's all about."

"Okay Adam, you really want to know what scares me?" Jenna started, sounding like she was choosing her words carefully.

"Most men that I've dated say that I'm...intimidating...like I'm trying to steal their masculinity. So I play it safe by dating other women, mostly one-night stands. But with Layla it's different, like I feel a real connection to her, probably because I've known her for so long. But it also scares me to think that one day Layla's going to wake up and not feel the same way about me because I maybe come across too...strong?"

I laughed. Probably not the moment for it judging by Jenna's defiant reaction as she crossed her arms.

"What's so funny?" My lovely office assistant shot back defensively.

"Jenna, do you really think that she's going to change her mind?"

"Well, yeah, no, maybe...I mean...oh fuck I don't know!"

Her words and her body language didn't seem to mesh. Here she was, pouring her heart out in my office, to me of all people, about her relationship with my own daughter, knowing that I would take Layla's side every single time. It was like she wanted me to make the decision for her.

But I knew her better than that.

"You know what I think Jenna?" I started, looking her in the eye. "I think this is all just a smoke screen for something else. You wanted my daughter and now you have her full attention, then you want to break up with her? Make it make sense Jenns."

Her eyes lowered.

"But...I..."

"But what? There's something else bothering you, isn't there?"

I could tell she was lost in her own mind. I just had to bring her back to reality.

"Tell me Jenna, do you really and truly love Layla?"

"I do, Adam, really, I do. But this whole thing..." She started, waving her arms around, "This whole thing with Layla, with you, hell even with Staci, would be so much easier if you weren't...married. I've tried hold back my true feelings but...it's just so frustrating sometimes."

"True feelings?"

"Yes. About you."

"Me? Jenna we've worked together for what, ten years? And you're telling me this now?" As much as I was shocked by her admission, I was beginning to put all of the other pieces together. The long, dreamy looks. The way she licked her lips when we talked. Hell even the way she would bend over at the filing cabinet on purpose, showing me her gorgeous ass and long, firm legs in those expensive designer dresses. I'd never considered the fact that as much as she loved Layla, as much as she wanted a family, she also wanted a man in her life, someone who didn't find her intimidating.

It just so happened that man was me.

"Yes, I am," Jenna continued, her face flush as she poured her heart out. "I'm tired of hiding my true feelings for you. You know what I really love about you Adam? You're not like the other guys in the office. You've always been a gentleman and treated me with respect and that means a lot to me. You've never made me feel uncomfortable; you've never made a move on me the whole time we've worked together. Everyday I watch you take control of situations, make big decisions without batting an eye. To me that's kind of...hot."

Well score one for the good guys. Other than being married, I knew there was a reason why I had never made so much as an inappropriate comment towards my sexy office assistant and now karma was paying me back in spades. While I liked where this was headed, I maintained my composure, trying not to get ahead of myself.

"It is?" I played dumb because I knew what she wanted, and if her feelings were as genuine as what she was saying I wanted her to come to me.

"Yes Adam. You know me. Better than anyone." Jenna almost purred her words, the yearning fire in her eyes becoming more and more evident.

"Oh I know exactly what you like Jenna...You like to feel wanted, desired...you make your own tough decisions all day but when it comes to sex you just want someone to...take charge."

Jenna's demeanour immediately changed as she lowered her eyes, biting her lip while squirming against the desk. No matter how you looked at it, Jenna was nothing short of hot. The woman just oozed sex but the men that she'd been with previously never caught on to the fact that underneath her brash, polished exterior was a submissive little slut just waiting to come out. I just so happened to have the advantage of knowing exactly what buttons to push.

"But you're always so prim and proper, always doing things within your comfort zone. You make men think that they have to be gentle with you, like you're a delicate piece of fine china," I started, pulling my chair closer towards the woman before lowering my voice;

"When all you really want is agood...hard...fuck."

Jenna swallowed hard.

"Tell me Jenns, have you ever really had a man that understood you enough to give you that? Someone who knew you well enough to know that sometimes you just want to be used like a cheap slut?"

She just shook her head before quietly responding.

"Layla's told me about all the stuff you and her do...The restraints, the canes and floggers...all of the kinky shit you guys have done..."

"And?"

"I want that, Adam, I want all of it," Jenna took a deep breath before continuing,

"And, I...want...you."

Her commitment was unwavering. In all the years I'd known her I'd never heard her speak with as much resolve as she did in that moment. My own heart was pounding through my chest as it seemed like things were coming around full circle. It almost seemed to good to be true.

"Are you sure Jenna? Because if you commit to what you're saying there's no going back. Ever."

"Yes, Adam, I'm sure. Hell I've never been so sure of something in my entire life." Jenna responded, her tone purely submissive. The sexual tension in the room was becoming palpable and it was written all over Jenna's face, the way her eyes burned, the way she struggled with her words.

"So what you're telling me is that you're ready to step out of your comfort zone...Experience new things that I know for a fact you've never done before?"

Jenna lowered her head, biting her lip as she nodded ever-so-slightly. As much as she tried to hide it the way she shifted uncomfortably in front of me told a different story.

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"I have to use the bathroom." Jenna turned, breaking out of her trance like she was having second thoughts and needed to get away from what she knew was going to happen next.

I grabbed her arm.

"Stay right there."

"But Adam I need to pee!"

"I know." I responded, holding her in place.

"Well I can't when you're holding my arm. Let go!" Jenna protested, her legs buckling a little.

"It's time to step out of your comfort zone, Jenns." I toned flatly, holding her by both arms and standing her up straight. She looked back at me with a mix of confusion and angst, the remaining walls of resistance falling away.

"You're going to pee don't worry. And you're going to do it right...here."

"What? No Adam! We'll get caught!" Jenna whined, looking back at the half-open door.

The more excuses she made the more determined it made me to continue.

"See, that's what your problem is Jenna. You always want to play things safe. Stop overthinking it and just let yourself go, figuratively and well, literally."

Jenna struggled against my grip, her head turning to look at the door once more before returning to my face, her desperate eyes meeting mine. I just nodded, letting her know that this was going to happen, one way or another.

"Fuck me..." She sighed in surrender, spreading her legs a little as my hands made their way to the bottom of her skirt, inching it up over her hips, her already soaked red panties coming into view. I smirked at how wet she was, knowing that all of the protests she had given me were being overridden by her traitorous body. She wanted to be controlled and I was going to do exactly that.

"You're fucking soaked you little slut!" I observed, running my finger along the damp patch of her panties. "You want this. You want me to tell you what to do don't you?"

"Y-yes?"

"Yes what?" I calmly pursued.

"Yes, Sir. I want you. I want you to...take control." Jenna breathed her words, voice thick with desire.

"Do you need to pee?"

"Yes, Sir."

"How bad?" I teased, already knowing that the extra-large-mocha-Frappuccino-whatever was pushing her bladder to the limit.

"Really...fucking...bad." Jenna chanted, trying to control her facial expressions that were giving her frantic state away.

"Then pee. Show me how much you want it. To be controlled, to be humiliated. Piss yourself right here, right in front of your boss. You said yourself that you're sick and tired of playing things safe so show me."

Jenna closed her eyes, lifting her hands to cover her embarrassed face as the first dribbles of piss started soaking the material of her panties, spreading out before it overwhelmed the fabric, a cascade of droplets falling to the carpeted floor.

"Oh fuck!" Jenna squeaked as the dribble became a torrent, the sound of her piss hissing through her pussy lips filling the silent room. I watched as the rivers of liquid began to make a path down the insides of Jenna's firm, tanned thighs, my cock hardening at the depraved sight in front of me.

"That's it, let it go my little piss slut..." I growled my encouragement as the strong aroma of her coffee-tainted pee filled my senses. The rivers of liquid had now made their way down Jenna's legs, pouring into her shoes while the remaining flow fell like rain from the gusset of her soaked panties.

"I can't..." Jenna groaned, partially from embarrassment, part relief while throwing her head back, grabbing the sides of the desk as the torrent of piss began to subside. My eyes were glued to the sight of the yellow-tinged streams running down her legs, knowing that I had broken down one of Jenna's barriers, letting her feel what it was like to step outside of her comfort zone. It made my cock twitch knowing that she was doing it all for me.

"Good girl." I praised, seeing the last droplets fall from her panties, the puddle on the office carpet growing exponentially, not that I cared in the least. I looked up at Jenna, her flushed embarrassment subsiding, replaced by a lustful smile that told me she had enjoyed the depraved act as much as I had.

Slowly I lifted her right leg, bringing her foot up so that it rested in my lap, all the time gazing into Jenna's hazy brown eyes. My hands traced down her calf, fingers finding the heel of her shoe before I popped it free from her heel, the sound of liquid sloshing around inside the shoe echoing between us.

"You owe me a new pair of shoes." Jenna smirked, trying to make light of her embarrassment.

"Just expense it to the company." I soothed, raising the piss-filled shoe to my nose, inhaling the sweet combined aroma of Jenna's foot sweat and the heady liquid that had gathered inside like I was inspecting the bouquet of a fine wine.

"Pffft! Yeah, I'd like to see the look on Carson's face." She snorted, referring to our head of HR, all the while maintaining a curious gaze as I brought her shoe up to my mouth, slowly tipping it as the pungent aroma of the piss-filled leather hit me like a freight train. Just like everything else with my hot little Italian it was strong, full of pheromones that spoke to just how worked up she'd become.

"Fuck me are you going to..." Jenna trailed off, eyes wide in amazement as I tipped the heel towards my lips, sipping at the first few droplets of her golden goodness that cascaded over the warm leather, the tart bitterness filling my mouth as I drank in the heady liquid.

"Holy shit Adam that's so...hot." Jenna sighed her words.

I maintained my gaze up at Jenna, watching her face go from shock to dreamy lust due to my actions as I continued to drink from the shoe, the warmth of the liquid spreading through my throat. It sent my brain spinning into a new level of perverse lust, knowing the effect it was having on my office assistant.

"Fuck you taste so good..." I purred, letting the shoe drop to the floor, reaching for her other foot, prying it from her warm foot before I lifted it in front of Jenna's face.