Page 58 of Her Boss

I had to get out of my own head. I manhandled her, turning her this way and that simply because I could, admiring her curves and her bountiful, vulnerable flesh from all angles. I smacked her bare bottom just to watch the soft flesh jiggle, then spun her back around, loving the way her tits swung wildly. When they stilled, I took them both in my hands, squeezing them firmly, until her head fell back with a low moan. I smacked them to and fro, loving their movement, how helpless they were to my casual cruelty, the blush of her face a pleasing complement to the pink marks darkening upon the outer curves of her luscious breasts.

It was as if she were a doll for my amusement, a trifle whose only purpose was to give me pleasure. And my God, she did.

I should have been more on guard against letting her in, and perhaps in future I might be. But I had, and there was no undoing it. Did I even want to?

It didn’t matter.

For the moment, I was in thrall to her beauty, completely fascinated.

Obsessed.

She tried to reach for my cock, but I caught her wrist. “Keep those hands to yourself, girl. I didn’t say you could touch me, did I? You do nothing until I order you. Understand me? You do as you’re told, when you’re told.”

“Yes, s-sir.”

Something danced in her gaze then, and it only goaded me to be still rougher with her. Maybe it was mirth, maybe it was challenge. Whatever it was, it provoked me to take her further. I gripped her chin harshly. “I’m fucking this cunt tonight. And there’s not a thing you can do to stop me.” I shook her head just a little. “It’s time you understood your place here.”

I unzipped, retrieving my cock, letting its heavy weight loll across her naked thighs, letting her anticipate what was coming. “You’ll take every inch. No matter if it hurts. I won’t care.” I lifted her off the floor, gripping her by the hips.

She tensed as I carried her to the middle of the room with ridiculous ease, as if she were nothing but a toy for my amusement.

You’d be an idiot if you thought of her in any other way.

I brought her to the cold, hard floor, laying the full weight of my body upon hers. I kissed her, licked her lips. “You signed up for more than just an internship. You signed up to be mine.”

I roughly pushed her legs apart. Her skin was hot. So soft, so vulnerable. I’d never wanted her more.

Without any preamble at all, I drove deep inside her. She reared up under me with a hiss. I reveled in that sound as I began to thrust, wanting to stake her as hard and deeply with my cock as I possibly could. To make her feel mine.

To make her feel owned.

I moved faster, savagely, slapping her big breasts, pinching the rose nipples. She cried out as I squeezed her breasts, using my grip on them to get even deeper inside her.

I knew what pain did for her. She was the counterpart to me, both of us feeding the need in the other. Perhaps she didn’t realize the extent of her need in that regard.

But she would. I would teach her how deep those waters went.

Even if she didn’t think she was ready to learn it.

She began to moan then, her body tensing. I ground my pubic bone against her, whispering cruelly in her ear, “Already needing to come? You bad girl. Such a slut. Desperate, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

The abandon, the primitive female lust in the tone of her voice thrilled me. She was so close already. I considered holding her back from the precipice, but I was too close to it myself, so I bucked against her, Geneva crying out at each bottoming out of my cock against her cervix. “Come for me, slut. Give it to me. Come on your owner’s cock.”

She cried out even louder, her hands gripping my back with an almost supernatural strength, her trim thighs squeezing me as her spasms overtook her. “Fuck… so good. Fuck!” Then her words dissolved into inchoate groans and grunts, as if the higher reasoning parts of her brain shut down, leaving her with only the primitive drives of the reptile brain, the basic instincts of her female needs, and lust.

That thought was the final straw for me, and I could hold my climax back no longer. Pounding into her, I held myself deep, my ass cheeks almost cramping with the intensity of the spasms that rocked through me, my seed leaping forth, flooding her completely. I held myself inside her for a long while, panting, the last dying waves of my orgasm making me buck and groan against her.

Exhausted, I fell upon her, remaining deep inside. I liked the idea of just staying that way, of keeping her claimed, our combined essences leaking out around us.

I wanted her so badly. There was so much still planned, so much I still wanted to do with her. This was only the beginning. My cock jerked at that.

She stirred slightly. “Oh… oh, my God, is it getting… again?”

“It’s going to be a tough night for your pussy,” I growled at her, my erection beginning to swell once more. I knew it would be a much longer buildup the second time, the journey to orgasm more arduous—for her. I intended to give her a very long, rough ride before filling her to overflowing with my cum all over again.

“Sore,” she whispered. “I don’t know if I can…”

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