seem to want me. It is as if each and every woman believes she will be the exception, but there are no exceptions when it comes to me. There is only Melanie and me training her to my liking.
I make my way to the side of the bed and bend down beside it in order to ensure Debbie is looking at me straight in the eye when I speak. “Now, are you sure this is what you want to do?”
She looks up at me, as if I am the most gorgeous specimen of man who has ever addressed her, and nods her head.
I reach in, roughly squeezing her chin between my thumb and forefinger which, in turn, causes her to wince in pain.
“When I ask you a question, I want an answer! By the way, I don’t like repeating myself!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries out as a tear rolls down her cheek. Now we are getting somewhere. I like tears, I like degradation, I like bondage, and I like knowing I have subjected a woman to all of the above. As I said…now we’re getting somewhere. I can feel myself becoming excited by it all.
“Do you think having sex with your Boss is going to benefit your career? That is a rhetorical question just in case you’re so clueless as to believe I care about your opinion enough to want an answer. I am using you. You are nothing to me but a piece of ass, a mere toy, a toy to use.”
The more I demean her, the more turned on she gets.
I slowly and methodically begin to remove my clothing as I continue to speak.
“I’m sure you think latching onto a man with money and power is going to move you up the social ladder but, let me assure you, that is not the case. Also, if you ever tell one single, solitary soul about this little encounter, I will ensure you never find work in this town again. You won’t even be able to work as the menial temporary secretary you presently are and will probably remain for rest of your unimportant life, in someone else’s company other than mine, of course.”
I kneel beside her face, pulling her head towards my groin, but every time she tries to latch her lips onto my cock, I pull her back again, taunting her.
“Are you a slut?” I relish in watching the poor girl’s face turn beet red. “Say it. Say… I’m a slut for my Boss.”
I’m certain poor, little Debbie can’t understand why the humiliating manner in which I’m addressing her is sexually exciting for her, but it is nonetheless.
“I’m a slut for my Boss,” she whimpers as tears make their way down her cheeks.
“You are nothing but a slut!” I viciously hiss. “I’m talking to you like dirt and you are sexually aroused by it. You may want to come to grips with your sexuality, girl.”
She isn’t Melanie and I am going to make her pay for it. I want Melanie and I’m angry it isn’t her at my mercy right now. Someone is going to pay and, right now, Debbie is available. She is not only available, she is willing so why not use her to curb the beast raging inside me?
I close my eyes and begin to imagine that it is Melanie in my bed and at my mercy. I push my condom sheathed, rock hard cock into her spread open and easily accessed, soaking wet slit.
I slow my pace and enter as deeply as I can go. I begin to grind down into her, slowly moving in circles. I imagine that it’s Melanie’s moans and pleads for release I’m hearing, not those of some temporary secretary that I couldn’t possibly care less about.
She cries out, climaxing as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her body.
The sound of her scream is like a shock of cold water to my system. It’s almost as if I’m broken out of a trance as I suddenly realize that it isn’t my beloved little kitten strapped to my bed. I begin to roughly violate her as I viciously dig my fingers into her hips, spreading her open for full access.
As soon as I unload into her, I am immediately untying her and commanding her, “Get out, get the fuck out of my house!”
Chapter Nine
Miller
Though I play my cards close to the vest with Stormy in the sense
I make my way to the side of the bed and bend down beside it in order to ensure Debbie is looking at me straight in the eye when I speak. “Now, are you sure this is what you want to do?”
She looks up at me, as if I am the most gorgeous specimen of man who has ever addressed her, and nods her head.
I reach in, roughly squeezing her chin between my thumb and forefinger which, in turn, causes her to wince in pain.
“When I ask you a question, I want an answer! By the way, I don’t like repeating myself!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries out as a tear rolls down her cheek. Now we are getting somewhere. I like tears, I like degradation, I like bondage, and I like knowing I have subjected a woman to all of the above. As I said…now we’re getting somewhere. I can feel myself becoming excited by it all.
“Do you think having sex with your Boss is going to benefit your career? That is a rhetorical question just in case you’re so clueless as to believe I care about your opinion enough to want an answer. I am using you. You are nothing to me but a piece of ass, a mere toy, a toy to use.”
The more I demean her, the more turned on she gets.
I slowly and methodically begin to remove my clothing as I continue to speak.
“I’m sure you think latching onto a man with money and power is going to move you up the social ladder but, let me assure you, that is not the case. Also, if you ever tell one single, solitary soul about this little encounter, I will ensure you never find work in this town again. You won’t even be able to work as the menial temporary secretary you presently are and will probably remain for rest of your unimportant life, in someone else’s company other than mine, of course.”
I kneel beside her face, pulling her head towards my groin, but every time she tries to latch her lips onto my cock, I pull her back again, taunting her.
“Are you a slut?” I relish in watching the poor girl’s face turn beet red. “Say it. Say… I’m a slut for my Boss.”
I’m certain poor, little Debbie can’t understand why the humiliating manner in which I’m addressing her is sexually exciting for her, but it is nonetheless.
“I’m a slut for my Boss,” she whimpers as tears make their way down her cheeks.
“You are nothing but a slut!” I viciously hiss. “I’m talking to you like dirt and you are sexually aroused by it. You may want to come to grips with your sexuality, girl.”
She isn’t Melanie and I am going to make her pay for it. I want Melanie and I’m angry it isn’t her at my mercy right now. Someone is going to pay and, right now, Debbie is available. She is not only available, she is willing so why not use her to curb the beast raging inside me?
I close my eyes and begin to imagine that it is Melanie in my bed and at my mercy. I push my condom sheathed, rock hard cock into her spread open and easily accessed, soaking wet slit.
I slow my pace and enter as deeply as I can go. I begin to grind down into her, slowly moving in circles. I imagine that it’s Melanie’s moans and pleads for release I’m hearing, not those of some temporary secretary that I couldn’t possibly care less about.
She cries out, climaxing as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her body.
The sound of her scream is like a shock of cold water to my system. It’s almost as if I’m broken out of a trance as I suddenly realize that it isn’t my beloved little kitten strapped to my bed. I begin to roughly violate her as I viciously dig my fingers into her hips, spreading her open for full access.
As soon as I unload into her, I am immediately untying her and commanding her, “Get out, get the fuck out of my house!”
Chapter Nine
Miller
Though I play my cards close to the vest with Stormy in the sense
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