Page 64 of Her Boss

“That’s a girl,” he said, his hand coming down to stroke my hips. “Now… I’m going to use this cunt you have on such nice display for me. Oh, that pretty pussy squeezed a little there! God, it’s so fucking wet. You’re practically flooding, you know that?”

I swallowed down a whimper, but if anything, I hollowed my back still more, wanting to show all of it to him.

To lay bare the depth of my need.

His tone was pleased. “Very good. You’re learning. It’s all there for me to see, girl, and I will. I won’t let you hide anything from me now. Accept it. This is only the beginning.”

He did something completely unexpected then. His arm reached around me and placed a small object on the floor directly beneath me. It was metallic, shiny.

When I realized what it was, I shut my eyes tight. I hadn’t imagined he could plumb any further depths of humiliation with me.

I was wrong.

“Do you know what that is?” He was back behind me then, his hands stroking and patting my flanks as if I were a fractious colt needing soothing before a brisk gallop.

I nodded, though I wouldn’t dare verbalize it. The shame was too much.

But it seemed he wasn’t going to spare me even that.

“You’re a silly girl.” He slapped my already throbbing bottom gently. “Tell me what it is. I need to be totally sure you understand what I expect of you—and this body of yours.”

“Please don’t make me say it,” I whispered softly.

“Say it, girl.”

“A… plug.”

I moaned as his hands came to rest on my bottom again, his fingertips stroking the line of my labia.

“What is it for?”

“To… to plug my asshole?”

“And why do you think that is?” he asked, his voice soft, gentle. “Why do you think I would want to do that?”

“For… for when you… when you fuck me there. To stretch me.”

“That’s right, girl. Very good. You’re learning.” His hands slipped around my thighs and pushed them still wider apart.

My heart was galloping, every muscle in my body tight. He was so cruel. And yet, my body responded to it. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Just… I don’t know! Just fuck me!”

I didn’t know why I said it, but it was the truth. I needed him. I needed to know what he wanted from me. All of it.

“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” His hand came down with a sharp, loud slap on my left ass cheek, the pain sizzling my flesh.

I moaned as he spanked me again, the pain mixing with my desire for him. An arousal that shocked me—and made me want more.

So much more.

I was his, already. I was lost to him.

What’s happening to you?

“I’m going to fuck this cunt of yours now. Would you like that?”

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