Page 62 of Her Boss

Humiliation rose within me like a flood tide yet even then, I was almost panting with need for him. How had I become this person?

It’s who you were all along. Stop lying to yourself.

I did as he’d told me, completely nude before him yet again, except this time in an utterly foreign place to me. My face flushed so fiercely I feared my cheeks would actually erupt in flames.

Rick slowly circled me, like I was a prospective purchase at auction. As if he intended to brand and tag me once he got me home, to begin whatever evil plan he had in that dark twisted mind of his.

My clit jolted with the imagery, and I bit off a gasp. Could I actually reach orgasm from thoughts alone? Was I really that incredibly turned on?

With him, it seemed all was possible.

All, that is, except disobeying him.

He touched the small of my back, standing somewhere behind me. “You have such a pretty bottom. Display it properly.”

“I… I don’t know wha?—”

Sharp fire slashed across the lower part of my ass, the sound of the strike surprisingly loud. I yipped in both surprise and pain. “That hurt!”

He chuckled softly. “Hurt is going to be a part of your time with me. You’re a smart enough girl to understand that. How much hurt though… that’s entirely up to you. And your willingness to obey, and learn what I like.”

Oh, my God.

“H-how?”

“Bend slightly at the waist. That’s it. Push your bottom toward me, as if begging me to touch it, to hurt it, to use it. I want to know with your every gesture, every movement of your body that you want me. Now do it.”

Reluctantly, I complied, leaning forward, unsure what to do with my hands. I’d never felt more awkward, and yet even that, the humiliation of it seemed to be amplifying my arousal still higher.

“Better,” he said after a long moment. “But you need to be faster than that.”

Another stroke of the leather, considerably harder, sliced into my buttocks and I bit down a cry. “That’s not… fair.”

He struck me even harder, catching me just above the knees, the pain aching immediately, overlaid with an intense sting that seemed to claw into my flesh. “Don’t speak unless spoken to. Understand me?”

Unsure if I should respond, I spit out a quick, “Yes!”

“Yes, sir.” He tapped the leather against my ass, and I couldn’t help but pivot my hips away, instinctively fearing another stroke of the strap.

His fingers took firm hold of my right ass cheek, squeezing harshly. “You know better than that. Present that bottom. It’s mine—and I want to see it. Now!”

“Yes… I’m sorry!”

His fierce tone had my brain completely scrambled, my predicament made much worse by the fact that I feared my wetness might actually drip from my pussy. I feared I might actually expire from that level of embarrassment.

“Not fair is exactly what you signed up for with me. Accept it.”

He snapped another stroke, across my upper thighs, and I yelped loudly at the searing sting.

“I… ah!” I struggled to find even a single coherent thought, the pain in my ass seeming to short-circuit my higher reasoning.

“I want automatic compliance, girl. I command, you obey.” His hand caressed the lower part of my ass. “But you’re doing a passable job learning your place. Your ass is so gorgeous. Bigger and rounder than I would have expected for a female as slight as you.” He gave it a deep, sharp pinch right at the juncture between thigh and buttock, making me hiss with the pain. “I won’t lie to you, though. You might wish you weren’t blessed with such a pretty bottom after I get done with it. Do you think I can make it blush as red as your face, hmm?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I whispered softly, unable to ignore the way my sex clenched at his words even as embarrassment and shame and fear all tore at my heart. “Please…”

“What do you want me to do, slut? I want to know.”

I want you to spank me again. Use me. Take me. Consume me.

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