She doesn’t drop her gaze. “You know damn well I’m not going to do that.”
I nod. “I do. I just want it to be very clear in your own mind that you have a choice. You had a choice when I offered to buy your jacket and another choice with your blouse, and another with your skirt, and you have a choice right now.”
“Some choice,” she snorts.
“You know how leveraged buyouts work. It isn’t that they want to give up the company, it’s that you’ve bought enough of it to take control.”
“Is that what you think you’ve done?”
“I suppose we’re going to find out.” I lean forward, gather the scattered hundred dollar bills into a single stack and put it at the edge of the desk. “Now I’d like you to put your nose right here.” I tap the pile of money.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’m going to close the office and go home.”
“You’d really let me walk out of here naked? What about your receptionist? And the doorman? What will they think?”
“I don’t care what they think.”
She looks at me. “You really don’t, do you?”
I lean back. “Let’s make a deal. You do everything I want for the next hour. If you do, when it’s over, I’ll make sure you leave here decently covered, and nobody will ever, ever know what happened here.”
“You’re a real free-wheeling bastard, do you know that?”
“Do we have a deal?”
She looks at me with venom in her eyes, then slowly stands up, bends over and puts her nose down on the stack of bills.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Her face is blushing furious red with her humiliation and she still refuses to answer. I get up, come around the desk, make myself comfortable in the plush leather chair she’s just vacated, admiring her curves. She obviously works out, her waist is tight, her thighs toned. Her garter straps bisect her ass cheeks, providing the perfect frame for her pussy as she offers it to me so beautifully. I’m instantly drunk with the sight of her, intoxicated, overcome with physical need. I want to fuck her on the spot, but I’ve paid high for my prize and I’m going to take my time enjoying it. There’s the slightest hint of moisture on the lips of her pussy. Despite her anger and her resistance, it’s arousing for her to have her control taken away like this. I don't say anything, so her imagination can run wild.
She’s drawn to intensity, drawn to the edge, everyone in her profession is. That’s why she wasn’t able to leave when I made my opening offer. It wasn’t that she wasn’t insulted, it was that she couldn’t refuse the challenge it implied. I reach a hand up, point a finger at the center of her cunt, move it forward. She gasps as I touch her, her body jerking, her hips coming back reflexively, sinking my finger into her warm, sticky-slick depths. I slide my finger steadily in, and she stifles a moan as she accepts it.
“Do you have to do that?” She sounds aggrieved, but her wetness is proof that she isn’t.
“No.” I chuckle. “I just want to.”
I slide my finger out, heavily coated with the evidence of her arousal, move it up a fraction of an inch and slide it into her tight, rosy anus. I do it hard and fast, not giving her time to relax. She gives a little mew of discomfort. She doesn’t like this, which is exactly why I’m doing it. I want her to feel degraded because I want her to know that I own her. I want her to feel that I own her. She learns the lesson immediately and physically, unable to prevent her back from arching, instinctively giving me better access as I violate her ass.
“You aren’t allowed to orgasm,” I tell her.
“As if I would,” her words are defiant, but there’s an undercurrent of arousal to them. I have her just where I want her.
“You’ll be punished if you do.”
“I’m being punished now.” She doesn’t quite manage to sound annoyed.
As she says it I pull my finger out of her and push two back in, wringing an anguished cry from her throat, and a second later she's coming, hard, her body betraying her resolve in that single instant. Her hips come back, fucking her ass onto my fingers as her no-longer-virgin anal ring squeezes them with muscular rhythm. My cock swells larger still, I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to enjoy it a lot.
Her orgasm goes on and on as she screams and writhes on my impaling digits, and her pubic hair is soaked with the juices squeezed from her clenching cunt. When she starts to slow down I push a third finger into her, stretching her wider, reminding her of what she's here for, what she is. Her second orgasm hits her with even more force than the first, and I pump her ass hard while she begs for more. Her resistance, has completely dissolved. She is so mine, so very mine.
I force her through a third orgasm, and then a fourth, and after that they blur together, following each other so closely there's no point in counting. Before I'm done she's begging me to stop, but I don't stop, not until her muscles are sore from repeated contraction, until her voice is hoarse, until her body just won’t go on. Finally she just lies there, skin flushed, hair tangled, exhausted and gasping for air. The neat stack of bills has been scattered all over the floor, and she's totally spent, but we’re not done yet. We’ve only just begun.
"You're a bad girl," I tell her. She doesn't respond.
"You're a bad girl," I repeat, and grab a luxuriant handful of hair. I pull her head up, forcing her back to arch. "Aren't you?" She still doesn't answer and I pull harder. "Aren't you?"
"Y...yes..." she stammers, her voice quaking. Her resistance is gone now, shattered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I'm a bad girl," she manages to whisper.
I bring my hand down on her ass, hard, and the slap of flesh on flesh is gunshot loud. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir," she yelps. "Yes, sir, I'm a bad girl." I smile. She’s a quick study.
"Why are you a bad girl?"
"I... I... I came when I wasn’t allowed to."
I yank on her hair and she gasps, her eyes wide. “Sir. I came when I wasn’t allowed to. Sir.”
I relax my grip a little. She understands her place now. "Why else?"
“And because I sold my clothing for money. Sir.”
“And what does that make you?”
"Oh God..."
I tighten my grip again, refusing to let her avoid the question.
"Oh God, please don't make me say it... "
With my free hand I unbuckle my belt. Her eyes widen as the clasp jangles, widen further as it slithers out of the loops, twisting like a live snake in my hand. I double it, with the buckle and the free end together in my hand, and raise it over her vulnerable bottom cheeks. "Why are you a bad girl? Why did you sell your clothes?"
"Please no... please no..."
I bring the belt down with enough force to make it whistle, cracking it over her cheeks. "Why?"
"Please no..." Her words are tight around the pain in her voice.
I strap her again, right across the rounded crease where her thighs join her buttocks. There’s already an angry red welt rising where my first strike hit home. "Why?" I repeat the question.
"No... no..." She thrashes her head back and forth, pulling her hair against my grip, but she's too exhausted to really fight.
"Why?" I bring the belt down. "Why?" I bring it down again. "Why?" The punctuating smacks echo against the walls.
"Because..." The word is torn from her throat, and she presses her lips together to hold back the words that follow it, squeezes her eyes shut to contain the building tears.
"Why?" I put muscle into the strokes. "Why?"
"Because... because I'm a cocktease." The dam breaks and the words come out in a torrent. "Because I wanted to tease you and make you frustrated."
I swing the belt harder as she speaks, encouraging her to full confession, scourging purification from her struggling flesh. "And why did you want that?"
“Because I’m a stuck-up bitch who teases everyone and gets away with it.”
I put down the belt but keep a firm grip on her hair
. I let my free hand rest on her swollen, reddened ass, enjoying the heat radiating from it, and her small flinches as I caress the tender flesh. "So what should I do with such a bad girl?"
"Punish me." A sharp yank on her hair reminds her. "Sir. Punish me, sir."
"And how should I punish you?"
"Anything, sir. Whip my pussy, whip my tits, make me crawl, make me do what you want, make me beg for it. Only please make it hurt, I need it to hurt, hard and deep.”
“Tell me more,” I say, reaching under her to squeeze a nipple, hard, harder, harder still. “Tell me that you need it.”
“Oh, I need it.” She moans at the pain. “I need it, sir, I need to be put in my place, I need to be taken, I need to be used. Make me take it, make me take it till I can’t take it anymore, and then make me take it deeper, harder. Punish me, mark me, and then come on my face, up my ass, anywhere, anything. Make me respect your cock, make me worship it, I’ll be good for you, sir, I promise I will.”
“Convince me.”
She spreads her legs wider, splitting her swollen, soaking vulva, then reaches around behind her, spreads her cheeks to offer me everything. “Right here, it’s all yours, bought and paid for. I’m your slut, I’m your whore. Fuck me, please fuck me,”
I crack the belt up between her legs, aiming for her ripe and rigid clit. She yelps but holds her position. “What do you say?”
She knows the answer, she knows it not just by heart but from her heart, from her secret dreams, now as exposed as her ass. “Thank you sir, please whip me harder, I’m your dirty little slut.”
I smile. There’s always hidden wealth in any deal, but I never dreamed I’d find such treasure here. I punish her clit again.
“Thank you sir, please whip me harder, I’m your dirty little slut.” Her words are drenched in pain but her cunt is drenched in juice and her clit is standing hard, begging for more. Yes she needs it, she needs everything she’s begging for, she’s needed it for years. She needs it almost as badly as I need to give it to her, so I give it to her full force, full strength, aiming for her offered anus, and I earn another yelp.
“Thank you sir, please whip me harder, I’m your dirty little slut.” Again. “Thank you sir, please whip me harder, I’m your dirty little slut.” She’s crying now, but she isn’t moving, taking all I have to give. “Thank you sir, please whip me harder, I’m your dirty little slut.”
I pick up the pace, not letting her finish, blurring her words with pain and need. “Thank you sir, thank you sir, thank you sir, please. Please whip me harder, whip me harder, whip me harder. Please whip me harder, I’m your dirty little slut, little slut, little slut, slut, slut, slut.” It turns into her mantra as I etch my name onto her ass with the lash of my belt.
Red lines blossom on her smooth, creamy skin, and every single one sends a surge to my cock. It’s hurting now itself, raging for release, pounding with my pulse, with its need. It’s desperate now, lunging at my straining zipper, hungry to impose its will on the open cunt in front of it, perhaps even another man’s cunt. What are the odds such a woman is single? Not high, but here she is in front of me, pussy presented with adulterous eagerness for whatever I desire. My heartbeat is a drumbeat in my ears, in my mind and I can’t see straight, can’t think straight, my brain contains one single thought, to consummate her conquest.
She is moaning, crying, bucking, writhing, stripped to her essentials, supplicating to my cock. I’m going to fuck her, she knows I am, stallion style, slamming it in, impaling her with no regard for her pain or her pleasure. I’m going to fuck her, despoil her, degrade her and she’s going to take it, take every last inch of it, she’s going to take it again and again. I’m going to fuck her, and in fucking her I’m going to own her, violate her, humiliate her, take possession of her very soul and she knows that too.
She knows it, she needs it, and she’s getting it, hard and good. And she’s beyond crying now, completely, gone beyond words, beyond thought, beyond any awareness but the submission I’ve inflicted on her surrendered pussy. Her tears have been her penance, full payment for her sins, extracted stroke by stroke from her ass. Her tears are real, as is her pain, but she’s had worse punishment than what I’m giving her. She’s lived for years the formless hell of asking, begging, pleading for what she needs, of offering all she has, all she is and getting – not a thing. She’s done her time, untamed and unrestrained, a wild thing lost and hungry, but she’s feeding now, feasting. She needs to be objectified, and I can’t fucking stand it anymore. I drop the belt, rip out my cock, grab her hips and split her slit with it, hot and slick and tight, tight, tight. The teeth of my zipper shreds her skin, tearing at it where it’s red, hurting her as I hurt her, as I slam her tender cervix to make her know she’s mine.
She screams as I force her wider, pumping her full of flesh, hands around her waist, in total control. She’s my fucking dirty little slut and I fucking love it, watching her punished pussy take it fully deep. I fuck her fast and fuck her slow, making her feel it, making her beg for more through her tears. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck your slut, use me like a whore, like your whore, like your hole, please, sir, use me, make me fucking take it, make it hurt, make me yours.”
And I do it, do it to her, because I need it, need it bad. And I fuck her for forever, fucking fill her, flood her cunt. My hot sperm overwhelms her and she screams out her own pleasure, cunt contracting hard, hard, hard. And the lights go dim and wavy and my hips will not stop thrusting, my body won’t stop fucking until the lights turn red. I nearly pass out from the pleasure, and when I recover myself my balls are sore, literally wrung dry in a single ejaculation, the evidence of my excess spilling down her thighs.
“Thank-you, sir.” Her voice is soft, relaxed. I stay inside her, enjoying her. I have all the time in the world to do that now. Whatever she was before, she’s mine now. Bought and paid for.
Part Twelve
Today’s lesson is about obedience. You’ve always been good at getting your way, haven’t you, honey? When you can’t beat the system with brains you beat it with big eyes and a little flirtation. What you haven’t been good at is doing what you’re told, and why should you be? Nobody’s ever really made you, have they?
Well that’s about to change.
So the first thing you’re going to learn is how to undress. This isn’t about a strip tease, honey, this is about getting your clothes off in a smooth and simple way. What, did you expect to be wearing those clothes for long? Not this time, honey. In a moment I’m going to tell you “Strip,” and when I do you’re going to start at the top, and work your way down, blouse and bra, put them neatly aside. No folding, no hanging up, but no tossing on the floor either. Just get them out of the way where they won’t get wrinkled. Are you wearing a skirt or pants? It doesn’t matter, that’s coming off next, and then panties. Shoes off, stockings off, and you’re naked. I want it quick and smooth. Turn the page when you're done.
Clear on that?
Strip.
And now that I have you naked, the next thing you’re going to learn is how to stand, because you don’t know how. You don’t stand straight enough, honey. You don’t do justice to your lovely figure. Just put your feet shoulder width apart, clasp your hands together in the small of your back, square your shoulders, pull your stomach in and raise your chin to keep your head level. See how that shows off your tits, see how that emphasizes your waist. Pick a spot on the wall and just stare at it, and hold that position five minutes. That’s one hundred heartbeats. It’s restful, in its fashion, to stand like that with nothing to do but stare at the wall and count. It’s a decision free environment, relaxing after a long day, so we’re going to call this position "Rest". When I tell you “Rest,” you just move to this position, and then you’ll wait one hundred heartbeats, and then you’ll turn the page.
Ready?
Rest.
Good girl, and that was nicer than you might have expected, and longer too. Take a deep breath and think about
how nice that was, then we’re going to learn the next position, which is "Attention," just like in the army. When I tell you, “Attention,” all you’re going to do is move your left foot in until your heels touch, and move your hands down to your sides. Curl your fingers tight, with thumb pressed down on your index finger, and then align your thumbs along your thighs, right where the seam of your pants would be, if you had pants.
Of course you don’t have pants, honey. You’re naked for me, and you’re going to be standing in this position to be inspected, and corrected on your posture, on your demeanour, on your attitude. I’m there with you, I’m watching you, in just that special way, and you’re going to be on display. Your tits are going to be well presented like this, and your tingling nipples, and I can see how they’re crinkling erect. Your ass is going to be presented, available to be squeezed or smacked or spread. Even your cunt will be presented, though not as presented as it will be later, and your swelling clit will be oh-so visible, oh, so available. Yeah this turns you on, honey, this makes your breathing come quicker, your heart beat faster. This gets to you, and you can’t wait to be put in this position and put in your place at the same time.
Think about what goes into the position of “Attention.” Get it clear in your mind so when you do it, you do it right. You’re going to stay in it for one hundred heartbeats. One hundred heartbeats focused on that spot on the wall. One hundred heartbeats, honey, and then turn the page.
Attention.
And how does that feel, my obedient little girl. It’s calming, relaxing, to have no decisions to make. Calming, relaxing, to be focused like that. It’s calming, relaxing, and at the same time arousing, because you know your decisions are mine now, because you know, deep inside your mind, that deep inside, you’re mine.
Deep breath in, clear your thoughts, and ready for the next instruction. You’re going to do it one hundred heartbeats
Rest.
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