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She obeyed without protest, and my arousal soared to stratospheric heights at her ready submission to my demands. That she was a natural at yielding wasn’t a surprise to me—but I had little doubt it was a revelation to her.

“Look at me,” I told her, unzipping the fly of my slacks. I smiled at her when she finally peered up at me. There was something like awe in her eyes, or perhaps it was just anxiousness, and a little bit of shock at how quickly she’d fallen into doing exactly as I ordered her.

Swallowing hard, she seemed to wait for my next command, and I was happy to draw out the moment a little bit longer. I traced the line of her jaw with a fingertip, meeting her gaze, staring into those gorgeous eyes. “You know what comes next, don’t you?”

“I… you want me to suck your… cock.”

“I don’t want you to. I expect you to.” I pulled it out, stroking it, the pleasure of even that making me shudder with it. My thighs were already as tight as bowstrings. I couldn’t remember a time I’d been more excited, my cock iron hard in my fist as I pumped it mere inches from her lips. “You show your appreciation for me taking the time to correct you by serving my cock. Every time unless I say otherwise. I may choose to fuck your cunt or your ass instead. But absent that, you’re to ask to suck my cock after each and every punishment I give you.”

“Oh… oh, God,” she whispered. “Yes, sir.”

I tapped her quivering lips with the swollen head of my cock, and she closed her eyes, her cheeks flaming almost as red as the handprints decorating her swollen, punished breasts. “Open your mouth, slut.”

Dutifully, she took me in, her lips sealing tight about my shaft, her mouth hot around me, her tongue already teasing the underside of the head.

“Not the first time you’ve serviced a man’s cock with that smart mouth of yours, is it?”

She tried to pull me out to reply, but I gripped her hair, keeping me deep inside her. “No. You answer with my cock in your mouth.”

“Mmm phhh nnm!” she said, her eyes flashing, something like outrage creasing her brow.

I sank my fingers into the locks of her hair, getting a firmer grip. I held on tight as I began to thrust, making her take more and more of me each time. When her lips waned in their tight seal around me, I scolded her. “Suck harder! Harder!”

When she resisted the depth of a thrust, I smacked her cheek gently, a warning that her disobedience would most definitely not be tolerated while she was on her knees servicing my cock with her lips and tongue. “Relax it. If you gag, it’s okay. Just let it happen. Your mouth is mine to use. Accept it, girl.”

I made her go slow, occasionally pausing and forcing her to lick and kiss the shaft of my cock, then ordering her to suck feverishly on just the head.

Then I began to force her deeper upon me, sometimes pushing into her throat, and holding her head there until she began to push and twist against my grip. When I finally let her up again, I slapped her lips with my cock, softly admonishing her for being a ‘cock whore,’ for craving having my shaft filling her mouth, her throat.

She blushed fiercely each time, but obeyed my every command, no matter how degrading or cruel.

She was absolutely fascinating to me.

I pushed deep again, only pulling out to let her breathe, making her wait longer each time. I slapped her cheeks with my heavy shaft as she gasped and panted for air.

Then I did it again, stroking her throat as I drove fully in until her nose was buried in my pubic hair, pressed firmly to my pubic bone. Holding her fast, I kept at her. “That’s it. More. More, slut. You can take more of it than that. I know, I know. It’s just gagging. It’s all right. Let me in. Good. Good girl. I know, you need to breathe. Almost there, sweet girl. I’m close. You’re gonna get my cum!”

Unable to hold back any longer, my orgasm exploded inside me, and I held her feverishly tight to me, groaning loudly as my semen pulsed inside her, pouring down her throat. As the last weak spasms coursed through me, I pulled from her mouth.

She coughed and sputtered, her face red, eyes leaking tears. I directed the last pulse or two of semen across her swollen lips, a thick drop of it sticking to her saliva-slicked chin. I smeared it across her cheek with the head of my cock, stroking the sodden locks of hair back from her face as I made her lick my shaft completely clean.

Oh, yes, not the first time.

But it was the first time with me. And we both knew it would set the tone for how I intended to use her in the future.

I held her tightly by a fistful of her hair. “Kiss it, and say thank you after offering your mouth and throat.”

She blushed, but said in a quiet voice, “Thank you, sir.” She pressed soft, swollen lips to the tip of my cock, and I desperately wanted the moment to last forever.

Finally, I let go. “Good girl,” I said, stroking the hair at the crown of her head.

Then, raising her chin to meet my gaze, I looked her over one last time, as if to cement in both of our minds that this was real, that the proper power dynamic had been established.

That she really was mine.

Without another word to her, I zipped up and walked out of my office.

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