Page 22 of With Love

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A knock sounds on the door to my office as I am in the middle of going over a new proposal from my interns. Some of them show real promise; there are several who were eager to move over to the black projects once they found out that the pay is a little higher. It’s incredible what people will do for money, but this works to my advantage. They’ve been working side-by-side with Curtis coming up with some good shit.

“What?” My eyes don’t leave the page.

“Mr. Finch?”

I look up as the door opens and watch as Alison sashays her slutty ass over the threshold into my office, closing and locking the door behind her. She is one of my more promising interns. She’s so damn cock-hungry, she’ll do whatever I ask. She gets paid just as much as the other interns, but when she does her job really well, she gets a bonus on the side.

“I have some good news for you, sir,” she stops in front of my desk, her hands clasped behind her back, waiting for me to acknowledge her.

Turning my attention toward her, I place the stack of proposals on my desk to continue reviewing later.

“I hope it’s better than the last bit of information that you brought me.” I see her tense slightly as I think back to a few weeks ago when she “thought” she saw Marshall walk into their old apartment building. I knew she was lying, of course, but she was adamant that she was telling the truth.

Finally, I beat it out of her and she told me that she was horny and all she wanted was my cock in her ass. As punishment, I chained her up with Sid. He is one of our test subjects and the only one that came willingly. He lets us test our drugs on him and in return he gets free rein to fuck anyone of our lab rats whenever he feels so inclined.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well? Speak!” I command her and she flinches slightly. I’m glad that she’s scared of me now. She knows that I can’t be manipulated, that lying won’t be tolerated, and that some punishments are far from enjoyable. Now, she knows that she must earn the right to be fucked by me.

“I did as you asked. I went to the hospital where Mrs. Finch was staying and I saw a group of nurses leaving for the night. I followed them to a bar in the city. I flirted with one of them and we ended up going back to his apartment. When he fell asleep, I grabbed his ID and went back to the hospital. I stole some scrubs from one of the locker rooms and located a computer in the hallway outside of one of the patient rooms. I did some digging and found out that Mr. Branch was transferred to Rockledge Rehab Center.”

“You’repositive?” I ask, my menacing eyes locked on hers, making her fully aware that I’m not playing around.

“Yes, sir.”

I can feel my lips move as an evil smile spreads over my face. I pull my cellphone out and call Reese.

“Get some of our top men together and station yourselves around Rockledge Rehab. Branch is there. I want you to find out anything you can about his stay there. Any visitors he’s had, his daily schedule, if he’s due to be discharged soon. Everything. I expect results this time. I don’t need you all fucking up this one like you did when you lost your tail on Travis and let all that intel fall through your fingers.”

Once he answers me, I end the call and place my cellphone on my desk.

“Excellent work,” I say to her. Her cheeks flush a little bit and I know that if I were to slide my fingers through her cunt it would be soaking wet.

“Come here,” I demand.

She walks around my desk and stops in front of me. I look her up and down. She is wearing a sheer top with nothing but an unpadded bra underneath. I can see the peak of her nipples through the fabric. Her shirt is tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt that, in my opinion, is too long. But that’s easy enough to fix.

“What are you wearing under here?” I run my hands up her skirt and I my cock twitches when I feel an absence of fabric where her panties should be. I run my hands over her bare ass as I look up at her. I place my nose over the fabric of her skirt. It’s thick and but she is so aroused that I can still smell her scent through it.

Standing up, I take her hand and pull on her until she is standing behind my desk. I lift the fabric up over her waist, exposing her entire pussy. Then, I tear away at the flimsy material of her shirt before biting down on her tit over the fabric of her bra. She cries out, but I know she likes it. She gets off on the pain.

I pull my teeth from her skin, leaving dark red marks as I go, and I turn her so she is facing away from me. Bending her over the edge of my desk, I move her arms so they’re stretched out in front of her and I make her hold onto the opposite edge. I bend my body over her and grab her earlobe with my teeth.

“Donot, under any circumstances, let go of this desk. Understood?” I ask. The last thing I want is her hands on me. This isn’t a romantic tryst. This is payment for doing her job.

“Yes, sir.”

Unfastening my belt and opening my pants, I trace the line of her slit with the head of my cock, spreading her juices over it. With no warning, I enter her and she lets out a loud moan of pleasure that I’m positive my secretary, who sits right outside of my door, heard.

I fuck her hard and fast before coming on her ass. When I’m finished, I slide my finger through one of the streams of cum on her skin. I bring my hand to her face and spread it on her cheek before shoving my finger in her mouth, making her taste it. Then, I pull her skirt down over where I just came and I run my hands over the fabric, letting it soak up all of my cum.

I tuck myself back into my pants and then pull her by her hair so she is standing up straight.

“Go,” I tell her. I am standing to the side of her a little bit. She looks at me with sated eyes. There is a slight sheen of sweat on her face and her mascara is smudged. She pulls the tattered shreds of her shirt around her, trying to cover as much of her upper body as she can. When she begins to walk away, I grip her hair harder, pulling her head backward.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask her.

“Thank you, sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Walking across my office, she unlocks and opens the door, but I call out to her just before she leaves the room.

“Oh, and Alison?” She turns around expectantly.

“I expect you to keep that skirt on all day,” I say, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, as I walk toward her. “If I see you later, I want to be able to smell myself on you. And, I want everyone else to be able to smell it on you, too, so they know how much of a whore you are.”

She nods, embarrassment spreading its way into her cheeks, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

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