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  A huge wave of relief washed over Caren knowing that she still had her job and that she would be getting her weekends to relax, just as long as she agreed to the changes he was about to propose to her, which of course she'd agree to anything to have a few days off each week. “I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem at all. What do you have in mind?”

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  Brett stared at Caren for a long moment while he juggled thoughts within his mind and enjoyed the sight of watching her squirm as she waited for his new terms. Brett knew she had no idea what she was in for, but at the same time he knew she wouldn't dare say no to him no matter what he asked of her, so he waited to toy with her for a bit before getting to the real reason he brought her into the office. “Caren, do you find me attractive?”

  Her head darted up in shock of his question and her sparkling green eyes were filled with a hidden desire he had never seen in her before. He looked at her from head to toe, noting her cat-eye glasses that made her look seductive, and stopped when he reached her blouse as he noticed her buttons were undone for one reason only. “W-what? W-why would you...why would I....uh...you're my boss and...” Her cheeks grew more red as she tried to speak, but she didn't answer his question the way he wanted, even though her reaction was expected.

  Brett cleared his throat and used a more authoritative tone, since she never had an issue responding to him when he demanded an answer from her. “Caren, I am only going to ask you this one more time and I expect an answer. Do you find me attractive, yes or no?”

  Caren played around with the trim of her skirt, still not wanting to answer him, which upset and aroused him at the same time, but eventually she opened her mouth to him to respond. Her voice was soft and light, giving her an air of innocence at the same time. “I don't understand why you want to know this...but yes, I find you attractive.”

  Without giving her a chance to breathe, he bluntly asked her his next question. “Do you want to have sex with me?” He watched as her jaw dropped open, but he also noticed how she rubbed her legs together while she pulled at her skirt, as if his question had already made her want his touch. Before she could give her answer, he reminded her that he wanted her to be honest with him at all times. “I don't want you to lie to me. I want to know your honest answer. Would you like to have sex with me?”

  She looked away, trying to keep her focus on their conversation and not on the answer he knew she was going to give him. “Yes, I would to have sex with you.”

  Feeling both amused and satisfied, Brett took note of how she responded to him the exact way he told her to, which is what he wanted in a sex partner. He liked how submissive she was when it came to what he wanted from her and he decided she'd be the perfect candidate in sexually pleasing him as well. “I understand this job brings you an awful lot of stress because I too am a victim in my position as well. Most of the time I need someone to take the edge off of me after a long work day, but I haven't been able to find anyone suitable for what I want.”

  “What is it that you want?” Her body language was filled with nothing but curiosity and he could see the desire coursing through her curvy body frame.

  He kept his gaze solely on her, gauging every subtle movement she made as he spoke and began his explanation. “I have a certain list of demands, certain desires that must be followed to my exact command. If you could perform those tasks for me, you can have your weekends off and I'll give you a raise.”

  Since his eyes were fixated on her, they trailed down to her throat and he saw her gulp deeply before saying anything more to him. He felt a tug near his zipper thinking about how he could pound her pretty little throat with his erection, but pushed those thoughts aside as she began to speak. “What is it that you need me to do?”

  “Well, for starters, you'll need to be punished for your sloppiness in scheduling my meetings today, so you will need to bend over my desk.” He could feel himself growing hard at the thought of her bent over his desk and willingly at his command as she stood from the chair. “Good girl. Now, over to my desk.”

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  Caren couldn't deny that she was aroused by the mere sound of his voice demanding anything from her, but this time was different because she knew that he wanted to have sex with her, just as long as she followed everything he told her without issue. His words rang in her ears and as she walked over to his desk, trying not to lose her balance as her knees grew weaker by the second. He pushed everything to the side so that there was a clear space for her. The action took her by surprise, but she didn't want to keep him waiting any longer, so she carefully placed herself over his desk, feeling a bit self-conscious from being exposed like this.

  She could feel his eyes on her body, tracing her curves as she anticipated what was going to come next and suddenly, he had another request for her to perform. “Pull up your skirt.” As much as she wanted to ask him why, she refrained and slowly lifted her skirt, exposing her bare ass to him. Brett clicked his tongue and leaned over her so that his lips were right next to her ear as he pressed his body against her. “No panties? Such a naughty girl. Now, hands behind your back.”

  Doing as she was told, she placed her hands on her lower back comfortably, wondering what he was going to do and soon he was placing a soft, cool fabric around her wrists, tying them tightly together. From the reflection of his computer screen, she saw that he had used his famous red tie to bind her hands, which made her want him even more. “You look lovely with my tie wrapped around your wrists. Can you move?”

  “No...” Her voice shook as she spoke from the immense arousal surfacing and decided to ask him what he was planning on doing to her. “Why are my hands tied?”

  “So impatient...” He ran his hand over her skin and she nearly fell off his desk from the sensation. “Spread your legs.” He moved away from her and walked over to his closet, grabbing something from the drawers. It took all the power in her not to turn and look to see what he was getting, but her curiosity died down once he was behind her again. “Such a good girl keeping your legs spread for me.” He slid his hand down her legs, enticing her with the slightest of touches and wrapped a silky tie around her left leg, fastening it tightly against the leg of his desk. He repeated the gesture on her right leg and then backed up to stare at his masterpiece.

  Caren tried to move her legs to see if she could and realized that she wouldn't be able to unless he loosened the knots. Feeling completely helpless and at his mercy, she could feel herself becoming moist, wanting his hands all over her. “Brace yourself for what I am about to do to you.”

  Taking a deep breath as he ran his hand over her backside, Caren didn't know what exactly he was about to do and when she felt the force of his hand come down on her ass, she clenched her eyes together from the pinch of pain. “Count out loud with every time my hand comes down on you. This was one. Say it.”

  “One.” Caren let out a shaky breath as the pain subsided, but she felt a warm spot where his hand had been. It was the first time anyone had ever done anything like that to her before, and though the thought of being hit scared her, the fact that he was spanking her for punishment intrigued her.

  “Good girl.” He rubbed the area he had smacked, sending more sensations through her body again, and without warning his hand slammed onto her once more. “Say it, Caren.” His voice was more demanding than the first time.

  Caren bit her lip as she took another breath and counted along with him. “Two.” As his hand came down on her again, he hit with more force and her body moved against the desk causing her nipples to harden from the motion. “Three.”

  Faster; he spanked her. Harder; his hits came. “Four.”

  She bit her lip. “Five.”

  Her nipples ached to be touched. “Six.”

  The moisture between her legs grew. “Seven.”

  Her ass begged for relief. “Eight.”

  She could hear Brett's arousal growing through his exhalation. “Nine.”

  Her pussy wanted to feel Brett ins
ide her. “Ten.”

  “You've been such a good girl.” Brett stared at her ass tinted red from his hands and rubbed her cheeks softly to soothe her pain. “Pink and raw. Just the way I like it.” Caren's ass stung from the spanking he gave her and she was sure she could feel welts forming on her cheeks, but she couldn't deny that his punishment made her incredibly wet. She wanted to turn around to see the satisfaction on his face, but he pushed his body against her and leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “Say thank you, Sir.”

  It was an odd request, but Caren was willing to do anything to please Brett so he could pleasure her in return as well. “Thank you, Sir.” Thoughts were running through her head as to why he needed her to say these things and listen to his commands thoroughly when it suddenly hit her. Brett Norton was a dominant or at least had the tendencies of one. Since he was dominant in business affairs, it would make sense for him to be dominant in the bedroom as well. “Anything you want, Sir.”

  “I love to hear those words from beautiful woman like you.” He stood up and slid his finger against her moistened pussy one time, receiving a moan from Caren he wanted to hear. “That is one of the loveliest noises a woman could make with her mouth.” He cupped her womanhood in his hand and applied a bit of pressure as he toyed with her wetness. “You will not cum until I tell you to, is that clear?”

  “As you wish, Sir.” She closed her eyes and mentally told herself to hold back for as long as she could, but she knew it would be no easy task because she had never been touched by a man before.

  Since her legs were spread open, her lips were slightly parted as well, enough for him to target her clit with the pad of his thumb as he stood in a predatory stance. He wanted to torture her before giving her the pleasure he knew she craved, so he merely moved his thumb back and forth to control how much pleasure she felt every second. Caren couldn't handle the torture as well as she thought she could and fought against wanting him more than she should, but it was nearly impossible with the fact that she had been lusting after him for so long.

  Brett sensed Caren's diligence to listen to his commands, but he wasn't pleased enough. He really wanted to punish her for her mistake, so he increased the pressure and movement of his thumb against her clit, causing her to struggle even more. “Remember; don't even think about cumming unless I say you can.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Caren was straining to speak as she gasped for breaths that she couldn't take because of how much she was holding back from letting herself feel the pleasure to that extent. If she was allowed to cum, she would have soaked herself and him, but that wasn't the case. Even though it was only his thumb, the feelings of his finger on her clit made her wonder how the rest of his fingers would feel if they were inside of her, but she knew she had to banish all thoughts that would make her arousal for him grow.

  Brett wanted her to reach the level of sheer willpower to hold her back from cumming for him and reveled at how loyal she was to his command. Even as she squirmed against the desk and he could feel her pussy tensing up waiting to release its juices, he knew that she wouldn't allow such a thing to happen without his permission. She submitted to him without him even teaching her how to and he loved every minute of it, which is why he decided to gift her with the feeling of his fingers inside her. Catching her by surprise, he shoved two fingers inside her wet pussy and realized how tight she was, meaning only one thing. She gasped out for a brief second and went back to wiggling on his desk as he slid inside her a few more times before taking his fingers out completely so he could ask her if what he thought was true.

  “Are you a virgin, Caren?” He rubbed his fingers together watching her creamy wetness drip down to his palm. “It would explain your reluctance to what I want.” He shoved his fingers inside her quickly again and pulled them out just as fast, chuckling to himself. “Virgin tightness.”

  Caren felt herself blushing at his question and comments thereafter because she didn't want to admit to him that she was completely inexperienced in anything sexual, whereas she could tell he had many years to dabble in whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted, but she knew it would upset him if she didn't say anything at all. “Yes...I am...Is that okay, Sir?”

  Brett chuckled deeply to himself and walked around to the side of her so that she could see how wet his fingers were from being inside her. “Do you see how much I've made you want me and I haven't even put my dick inside you yet?”

  She was amazed with how wet he had made her, but from using all of her energy to keep herself from cumming, she was just happy that she was able to have a bit of a break. “Is that okay with you, Sir? For me to want you this bad?”

  “Are you kidding? I wanted you to want me this much. I wanted you to feel helpless until I was inside you. Now that I know you're a virgin, I get to enjoy corrupting that innocent pussy of yours.” He knelt down so that he was at her eye level and used his clean finger to move the hair from her face. “Open your mouth for me.” Caren didn't hesitate to do ask she was asked and he rubbed his fingers over her lips before sticking them in her mouth. “Now clean my fingers of your juice.”

  It sounded so dirty as his words replayed in her head and that made her want to pleasure his manhood with her mouth as well, but settling for his fingers was all she could do for now. “Yes, Sir.” She closed her mouth around his fingers and began to suck her juices off of them. She had never tasted herself before and being that it was with him made the act more erotic. She twirled her tongue around his fingers, sucking every bit of herself off him and then he pulled his fingers out of her mouth slowly, keeping his eye contact with her. Every part of her was trying to turn away from his gaze, but he memorized her senses, coating each of them with his dark intentions.

  “You like the way you taste don't you?” He grabbed her chin and moved closer to her face so that their lips were only centimeters apart. As Caren moved her lips in a motion to kiss him, he held his finger up and shook his head. “Naughty girl. I didn't tell you to kiss me. Now, apologize to me.”

  “I'm sorry, Sir.”

  Brett got back up and proceeded to walk behind her, placing his hand back on her wanting pussy. “Let's see if I can make you beg.” Caren sucked in a deep breath as he spread her lips with his fingers and pressed his thumb against her clit once more while he used his other fingers to toy with her hole. “Remember you are not allowed to cum until I say.”

  She knew he was going to say that and since she was able to have a slight break from his touch, she was able to handle his teasing...for all of about two minutes. Rubbing her clit slowly and inserting his fingers inside her with the same speed, he drove her wild. She didn't want to cum; she didn't want to beg but there was nothing to distract her from his torture. “Brett...” She fought through her gasping breaths to get her words out and gave him what he wanted. “Brett please...I need to feel you...”

  “That's not good enough.” He shoved his fingers deep inside her and twisted them as he used his free hand to spank her ass in surprise. “I want to hear you begging for my cock.”

  She moaned, gasping as the welt on her cheeks grew warm from the sudden contact, and knew she had no other option to ask him directly for what she wanted because she wanted nothing more than to please him. “Brett I want your cock inside me...”

  “Again.” He smacked her ass again, harder, as he demanded her to ask him again. He readied himself for another spank as she moaned out for him to fuck her. “Again!” His hand came down on her other cheek, warming it from the force of his hand. “I want you to feel how much you want it in your voice.”

  Caren gave up on holding back anymore and called out for him inside her. “Brett please! I want you inside me! I want to feel your cock inside me! Please fuck me!”

  Brett spanked her one last time as he pulled out and away from her so he could unbuckle his pants. He released his erection and began rubbing his hard cock against her wet pussy, teasing her even more. Caren tried pushing herself back against him, wanting him inside her at a
ll costs, even though she could barely move. “You have a greedy little pussy don't you?”

  “Please fuck me, Brett!” Caren tried with everything she had in her to push her body back against him so could feel any bit of him to satisfy her craving, but that wasn't enough. She needed him inside her. “Fuck me, Sir...”

  “Good girl...”

  Brett penetrated her, but not softly like she had expected him to; he rammed his cock into her tight pussy and pounded her against the desk. Since it was her first time, Caren had to bite back the sharp pain at first, but after a few power thrusts of his cock, her pussy was stretched out to match his size. She never expected Brett to have a size she couldn't handle, but as her hips knocked against the edge of the desk, she began to see why he drove girls wild. He was controlling in the kinkiest of ways and he knew exactly how to make a woman crazy with desire for him.

  She desperately reminded herself that she needed to hold back from coming for his sake, but as he pounded her into the desk with hard, vicious strokes, she was finding it impossible to hold back. “Scream as loud as you want, Caren. No one can hear you.”

  “Do you...want me...to scream...Sir?” Her words were broken through his thrusts and her short gasps of breaths, but she was well past getting her permission as she moaned as loud as she pleased. “I've...never...felt...anything...like...this...before...” Caren sounded as if she wanted to cry, trying to hold back. “I...can't...take...it...”

  “No other man will fuck you like I can, Caren.” Brett continued to pound her until she squeezed her hands into fists trying to hold back and her body began trembling from the pleasure. “You want to cum now, don't you?”

  “Yes! Please!” Caren screamed, begging for him to let her cum, and tried to clench her legs together to stop him from pounding her like he was. “I...can't...please...I...need...too...cum...”

  “Fifteen more seconds. Don't even think about cumming until I say.” Bret began to count down slowly from fifteen, smirking and thrusting into her harshly. “Ten more seconds.”