Page 53 of Sugarplum

I hated how Michael was in charge of the board. Being an executive gave him so much power and it just infuriated me to see such an asshole being given his own office. To make it worse, he had the whole floor to himself. What a greedy, narcissistic bastard.

“Sir Michael?” I greeted as I knocked on his door.

“I know that voice anywhere,” he said from the other side. “It’s open, just come right in.”

I opened the door and walked in, carrying the documents with both hands. Michael was behind his desk, working on something on his computer. Behind him was the most beautiful sight in the entire building: he had large ceiling-to-floor glass windows so he had a gorgeous view of the city right behind his desk.

He, on the other hand, looked as smug as ever. I tried to ignore the creepy way he looked at me and just dropped the stack of papers on his desk.

“Got these done,” I told him. “Is there anything else I can help you with sir or may I go? I still have a few bits of work to do back in my department and I’d like to get them done before the day is over.”

Michael shook a finger, “Actually, little whore, I want you here.”

I took a step back, “Sir?”

“Don’t you ‘sir’ me,” he kept on going as he stood up. “I call the shots here, lady, and you’re going to do exactly as I say. You got off easy last time, I let you leave my house without having to fuck a few more times or clean or cook. Not this time. This time, you’re going to service me damn well.”

Hell no.

“Sir Michael, I’m fucking leaving,” I told him straight to his face. I was done with this shit. He can’t treat me like this, even if he was the boss.

“You walk out those doors I guarantee you’ll lose your job.”

Okay, that’s a genuine threat. I didn’t give a damn though. I ignored him and started to make my way back to the door. I was going to leave. If that meant quitting my job and having to work elsewhere, without Ysa by my side, then so be it.

“Bitch, listen to me when I’m talking to you!” Michael screamed at me.

Making my way out the door was the only thing in my mind. I had to leave before he could --

“Oomph!” I groaned when he suddenly grabbed me from behind and tossed me to the floor. I knocked my head against his desk and for a fleeting moment it blurred my vision. As I slowly recovered and looked up I saw him locking the office door.

Michael began undoing his belt. When he had it off he rolled it a bit and kept it in his hand as he approached me. “Slut, you will do exactly as I say. From now on, I’m your daddy!”

Smack!

“Aah! F-fuck!” I screamed when he used his belt to whip me, slapping the leather against my breasts.

In pain and in shock I could not fight back as he got on top of me, straddling my legs with his own. Michael’s strength and weight greatly overpowered me and he was able to keep me pinned as he ripped through my blouse. Michael tore through and tossed my blouse and bra to the side.

“Fuck you! Get the fuck off me!” I screamed and squirmed, trying to fight and get him off.

Smack!

Michael whipped me again, this time against my exposed tits. The sting hurt the most around my belly and my nipples. I wanted to fucking scream but all I could muster were tears. I began to cry and all my strength drained out of me.

“I am going to fuck you,” he told me, his eyes bloodshot with lust and anger. “I am going to shove my cock so deep in you you’ll find it hard to walk for a week. I’m going to drill in your ass and drown you in my cum. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your goddamn name.”

He quickly began removing my skirt and as soon as I was completely naked and exposed he pulled out his cock.

Okay, I did admit I want it rough. I did admit I want to be kidnapped and fucked like a little fuck slave… but I didn’t want this. At that point I finally understood the main difference between Michael and Dylan. The latter had respect even when torturing me and punishing me and he had the main goal of pleasing us both. Michael just wanted to humiliate me and rape me, with absolutely no regards to my health, my mind or how he handled my body.

Giving up, I simply closed my eyes and waited for him to thrust his cock into me.

“Open your mouth, bitch!”

I opened my mouth and Michael shoved his cock into it. For the first time since my last night with Dylan a cock went so deep into my throat I thought I was going to choke. Tears welled in my eyes I began to cry, completely messing my mascara, as he pounded his cock in and out of me.

To take complete control and dominion over me, he began sliding his middle and index finger into my pussy. He didn’t wait until I was ready. He didn’t care if i wasn’t wet enough. All he cared about was shoving his digits in and parting my walls.

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