“He can do what he wants, Violet, he’s the boss.” He eyed her seriously. “You want to be my slave?”
Violet stared at her hands. She did. For some fucked up reason, she wanted nothing more than to service him every hour of the day. She wanted him to use and abuse her body just as he already had. Bloody hell, she was a submissive, just like she’d read in all those BDSM novels. Who’d have known?
A smile twitched on her lips and she met his gaze. “Yes.”
Mr Evan grinned with satisfaction. “Good, because you are one horny little slut and I have so many more uses for that body. But first, for me, fuck Mr Harrison. I’ll be here, watching. I’ll look after you.”
She gulped and hesitated, even though she knew what the answer was. “I’ll do it.”
“Good girl.” He patted her leg as he stood and drew her to her feet. “Lie across the desk, he likes that.”
“Should I clean myself up first?”
He observed the cum dripping down her legs and shook his head. “No, he’ll like it.”
Fighting the urge to smooth down her non-existent clothes, she positioned herself across the desk, her bottom facing the door. “Like this?”
His followed her around and his shoe nudged her feet apart. “That’s it,” he said. “Fuck, I could screw you again so easily. Your holes are so bloody tempting.”
A knock at the door made her jump and her heartbeat kicked up as she waited, completely on display for another man.
“Come in.”
The door opened but Violet kept her eyes shut, the humiliation burning through her body.
“Patrick,” a deep voice greeted sharply. “So this is the one then. You were right, she’s bloody stunning.”
His cold hands touched her bottom and she squealed in surprise. He trailed his fingers up her spine, around the side of her breast and back over her bottom before tracing her folds.
“A natural submissive,” he murmured.
Violet opened her eyes to see Mr Evans watching her intently. She locked her gaze onto his and it gave her courage. She would do this for her master.
The rasp of a zipper sounded and the head of Mr Harrison’s erection prodded her entrance. She tensed as his cold hands grasped her hips and he lunged quickly, skewering her slick channel easily. No waiting around with this one, she thought, supressing a silly giggle.
Mr Harrison fucked her roughly as Mr Evans stared at her with a nebulous look in his eyes. As he grunted and groaned, Violet couldn’t help but spot the erection straining at her master’s trousers. This was turning him on. The knowledge emboldened her and sent a rush of gratification down to her pussy. What she had just been tolerating now turned into enjoyment and she bucked back into Mr Harrisons thrusts.
“Wild one you got here, Patrick,” Mr Harrison growled. “Say, do you want some?”
Violet willed him on with her eyes and he nodded curtly. “Why not?”
She found herself hauled up by her hair and dragged over to the leather couch that occupied one side of the office. With a heavy push, Mr Harrison pressed her over the edge of the arm so her bottom thrust into the air. Barely taking a moment to let her get used to the position, he plunged back into her, screwing her with renewed enthusiasm.
Mr Evans pulled out his hard shaft and settled onto the couch, bringing his cock up to her mouth. Violet took it gratefully and sucked greedily as Mr Harrison pushed her head down onto him. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged but a glance at her master’s face encouraged her, and she continued to take him as far back as she could.
As Mr Evans’ face contorted with pleasure, so did her pussy and Mr Harrison drove himself into her with increasing speed. With a moan, he spilled into her, the feel of his cum against her walls triggering her own climax. She groaned around Mr Evans’ cock as her cunt twitched.
Finally pulling out from her, Mr Harrison zipped himself up and patted at her bottom. “She’s a good girl this one. I’ll leave you to it, Patrick.”
And with that, he left them. Neither of them took much notice, too absorbed in their own world, Violet intent on giving her new master as much pleasure as possible. A low groan arose from his chest and he gripped at her head as he prodded the back of her throat. His hips came away from the couch as his shaft went tense before exploding into her mouth. She swallowed the salty cum down, all thoughts of her dislike of it gone. Instead, she ate it up as if it were a delicacy and then licked his cock clean like she had read about in erotica books.
Mr Evans stroked at her hair as she finished, eyeing her with a grin. She met his gaze and offered him a timid smile.
“Thank you,” he said.
“I did it for you.”
“You’re a good girl. A good slave.” He came to sitting and dragged her into his lap, playing absently with her nipples. “It was hot to watch you being fucked by someone else, but you won’t be doing that again. Once is enough. From now on, the only cock going up that cunt is mine.”
Violet nodded eagerly, a warmth settling into her chest at his words.
“He won’t want to fuck me again?”
“I’ll just tell him you wanted out and worked your weeks’ notice.” He stroked a thumb across her nose. “So you’ll be my whore permanently?”
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
“You’ll still get all the perks.”
“I don’t need any perks.” It was funny how a holiday in the Canaries had lost all its appeal, especially if it wasn’t with her master.
Standing suddenly, she sauntered over to the desk, knowing his eyes would be glued on the sway of her arse. She grabbed the contract and swivelled around to face him. He eyed her warily.
“You can consider this contract void, Master,” she said with a grin as she tore it in two and flung it in the bin.
“What the fuck?”
Strolling back over to him, she straddled him and took his face into her hands. “I don’t need a contract, Master. I only need you. I am yours and you are mine, aren’t you?”
“Too bloody right,” he said with vigour as he kissed her greedily. “I knew I wanted you from the moment you came for your interview, you dirty little whore you.” She looked at him in surprise. “Well, you didn’t think I hired you for your skills, did you?”
Arousal flooded her pussy immediately and she sighed with contentment. Whatever the hell it was that was missing, she had found it.
“But some of those terms still stand,” he muttered between kisses. “Holidays…time off…and you are not remaining in that shitty flat of yours.”
“But I don’t nee-”
He smacked her arse, making her gasp and leaving it stinging. “Pleasure and pain remember? You are going to need those things after all I’ve got planned for you. You’ll deserve some pleasure. And if I can’t take my slave to the company villa, then what’s the point in being the boss?”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Good.” Excitement bubbled up inside of her as his hands stroked over her body and his mouth claimed hers again. Whatever he had planned for her, she was more than looking forward to it. He squeezed a nipple between his fingers and she moaned.
“Oh, Mr Evans.”
He swatted sharply at her arse. “Master.”
She grinned. If he thought that was a deterrent, he had another thing coming.
“Oh, Mr Evans…”