“Good. Because you are going to walk around this office with my seed spilling out of you any time I see fit. Do you understand that?”
She nodded, but somehow almost wanting to bare her teeth and growl. The stare between them was a recognition of animal between animal. Masks vanished, equals among equals.
“Get on your hands and knees.” She followed the order and got down on the floor. “No. There,” he said, gesturing toward the spot she had soiled. The smirk started to return to her lips. He began to remove his belt, and she readied herself for the enormous cock she had only seen the shadow of. Wanting it, craving it, she reverted to the notorious submissive pose- face down, ass up. “Wanton fucking whore,” he said, eyeing this as a carnivore eyes his next meal. “Stay like that.”
Then, she heard the crack of leather snapping. A moment later, her boss was beating her ass enough that it would soon be bleeding.
“Filthy-fucking-whore-” left his mouth with every strike, a growl starting to rise in his tone. She took every strike with grace, poise, and pain. Exquisite pain, she thought to herself, wanting to thank him for every strike. That want became reality when it accidentally slipped out of her mouth, no longer able to resist the impulse.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered as he broke skin. He knew if he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to make him spill in his pants like a high school boy. He had to stay in charge- so his next and final strike landed directly on her cunt. She yelped and again an orgasm escaped her heathen pussy.
“That’s it,” were the only words he managed as he shed his shoes, pants and boxers, getting down on the floor behind her, seizing her waist and entering his seven and a half inches straight into her. His cock slid freely into her, a bitch in heat. She clenched around him, starting to cum over and over from being fucked like the animal they both were. He slammed into her, against the walls inside her, in too much pain and pleasure to form words anymore. “Is this how you want it?” he asked, seizing her hair and thrusting harder, harder. Her orgasm answered for her, drenching his cock with her cum.
“Then I’ll remember that. Get the fuck up. I need to see your fucking eyes. On the counter,” he said, and watched as she tried to get up. She struggled, unable to coax her body into rising, so he picked her up in both arms and set her down on the counter himself. “Open your legs,” he said, staring into her stare. “No. Wider,” he said, and spread them himself. “Look at me while I take you. Look- at-me-” and he was inside her again, hurting her small frame with his cock, trying to find the words for this beast bitch. Failing miserably. He was fucking her to her core, and if he fucked her any harder he would punch her cervix.
“I- want-it,” she finally achieved. “I-fucking-want-it-”
He couldn’t take this.
“So take it,” he growled, and came inside of her, their orgasms joining, her moan timed perfectly to his release.
Looking down, she stared at his perfect cock inside of her. He looked at her looking, and grabbed her by the hair.