by Various
‘That’s right, you whore, you’re lucky I don’t just kick your ass to the kerband let you make your way on a corner where you belong.’
He wouldn’t, of course – didn’t even file the complaints he caused for her – but the words made her moan with arousal anyway. Her nipples were rough and hard against her shirt. He groaned in reaction to the vibrations of her throat against his cock, and slid deep into her throat.
They’d both been equally shocked a year ago when she had shown up in his office for the interview and they had seen one another. She could remember thinking that it was probably the first time he had seen her clothed and, based on his shocked expression, he was only thinking of the fastest way to get rid of her. But when he’d pulled Rose aside for her ‘interview’ and whispered urgently that he thought it would be best if she just left, quickly, she put on her sexiest smile and made him a different proposition. ‘There’s no reason work and play can’t overlap a bit as long as we’re discreet,’ she’d said, and she’d let her smile turn sweet as she dipped her head in submissive posture to seal the deal with a ‘Sir’.
He had inhaled then, as sharply and quickly as he did now when she swallowed around his cock, caressing him with the depths of her throat, and her lips curved just a little as she recalled his answer. ‘No. Master.’
And familiarity had bred something so much more astonishingthan even the most incredible play sessions they had ever had. Just looking at him at work some days could make her pussy hot and wet, and she would move through her day in a haze of lust, wondering if this would be one of those special days.
A day like today. Rose moaned again as she thought of how lucky she was to be kneeling between this man’s legs with her lips wrapped around his cock, and then again at the sweet humiliation of knowing that, outside this office, everyone was whispering about the dressing down that they assumed she was getting. If only they knew the truth …
‘Open your shirt,’ Master said, and she hurried to comply, nearly fumbling the buttons in her haste to obey. Rose had learned to wear front-clasp bras to work in anticipation of his desires – things went more smoothly if she could give him maximum access with a minimum of undressing or fussing.
When the shirt was open he reached down with his free hand – still slowly and carefully lowering her onto his cock with his other fist in her hair – and popped the clasp on her bra. She whimpered around his cock and delighted in his moaned reply. He ran the back of his fingers from the centre of her chest across the surface of one breast, pushing the bra out of the way as he went.
The gentle touch contrasted so strongly with the rough way he handled her hair that her clit tingled as if it was about to explode, but she knew better than to seek release without his permission. Instead, she waited, purring her delight when his fingers turned, found her nipple and latched on, squeezing hard and twisting to shoot an exquisite pain through her breast. He maintained that grip, squeezing so hard she was sure to bruise around her nipple, as he increased the pace of his pleasure.
His hand on the back of her head forced her down fast and immediately tore her up again, and suddenly she was whimpering and moaning and crying out in earnest as he forced himself deep into her throat over and over in delicious, painful pleasure. Rose struggled and failed to hold her throat open and receptive to the invasion, and his arousal at the sounds of her choking and gagging was unmistakable.
‘Swallow it all. Oh, fuck.’ And then he drove deep into her and held himself there, his pulsing cock emptying down her throat.
He pulled away when he was finished, leaving a trail of come across her face as he slid free of her, and she gasped to regain her breath.
‘Thank you, Master,’ Rose said as soon as she was capable of speech again.
His smile was pleased as he reached down to place a vice-like grip on her other nipple. ‘You look like a real whore, you know,’ he told her in a neutral tone.
Her answer was a gasp as he tightened and twisted with both hands at once, pulling upwards to draw her to her feet by the nipples. She moaned in helpless pain and pleasure as she followed his lead until she was standing before him, her hair a mess, makeup running from the tears that had streamed from her eyes as she gagged, and her shirt open, breasts exposed to his ruthless touch. ‘I want to bend you over and stick my cock in you right now.’
They didn’t have time, but the image was sufficient to cause another whimper of arousal. He sighed and stood in front of her, grabbed her hair and bent her head back. She stared at the ceiling, back bowed, and felt him lift one heavy breast and bite down hard, marking her. He laughed at her desperate moans, knowing she’d be soaked through her panties and would have to finish her shift that way. ‘Clean yourself up,’ he said, releasing her. ‘What time do you get off?’
‘Five,’ she said, though he knew already since he was in charge of the schedules.
‘Good. And do you have plans tonight?’
‘No, Master.’ This was unusual, and she felt a thrill through her body.
‘Then have dinner on the table at six. You have my key?’
‘Yes, Master.’ He’d given it to her very recently, in fact, and she had been honoured enough to want to carry it with her all the time.
He nodded to her as she finished buttoning her shirt. She reached up to brush her hair back up and twist it into a bun, and he smiled and brushed his semen off her cheek.
‘I love the look of you with your hands together behind your head like that,’ he teased, and she blushed and lowered her head as much as she could without messing up her style-in-progress. His comments during play were hot and exciting, but it was gentle moments like this that had pushed their relationship out of the bedroom. And office.
Freddy gave her one last proprietary kiss before approving her appearance. Rose smiled, then put on a properly chastised face and fled the office as if she was barely in control of herself. She would clean up her makeup in the bathroom before returning to her shift – her tearstained face would only confirm for everyone else that she had been reprimanded in the traditional manner.
She couldn’t help humming softly as she wiped her face clean and reapplied her lipstick, however. She was already considering her plans for his dinner.
***
Rose kept her head down and drifted through the rest of her shift, and the other staff kept their distance from her as if her bad luck were contagious. She made sure to be done with all of her work by five on the dot, even letting Katie take a few of her tables towards the end of her shift so that she wouldn’t risk being late.
Freddy lived only ten minutes away, but her own apartment was farther and in the wrong direction, so she wouldn’t be able to change her clothes. If she hurried, though, she might have time to shower before cooking dinner.
When she got to his house, she found that he’d made it easy. His fridge was stocked with asparagus and a steak thawing on a plate, and she tossed a few red potatoes in a pot to boil for mashing before she hurried to the bathroom to shower. She put on his robe to walk her clothes to the car, knowing he wouldn’t want her work clothing in his house, but she returned the robe when she got back inside.
It was a close thing, but the asparagus was roasted, the dry-rubbed steak grilled and the potatoes mashed and all of it plated just moments before she heard his key turn in the door. She grinned as she lifted the plate and stepped into the heels she’d brought in from her car. She was naked except for the heels – which she’d started to carry in her trunk for just such occasions – and she straightened her spine and allowed herself to sway on them to best show off her assets as she met him in the dining room.
Master gave her an appreciative look as she set the plate down beside his waiting water glass just as he sat. ‘Exquisite timing, my pet,’ he said, and waved her off.
She smiled, and a thrill went through her at knowing she had passed some sort of test. She moved to stand behind his right shoulder to wait. After his second bite, he speared a small piece of th
e steak and held it up over his shoulder. She leaned forwards and daintily ate it.
He ate in silence at first, pensive, and she kept her place and ate each second or third bite, which he offered to her in the same way. ‘I had to punish a girl today,’ he said suddenly, and she started at the sound of his voice in the quiet room. He took a mouthful of the potatoes and then held an asparagus tip up for her to nibble. ‘She was a very lazy girl, not like you, my dear.’ She could hear the smile in his voice, and it made her wet to hear about her own punishment like this.
Master took a slow sip of the water and continued. ‘She brought cold food to one of our customers. I couldn’t tolerate that, could I?’
He paused, so she answered, ‘No, Master.’
‘No, of course I couldn’t. I had to teach her a lesson. I brought her to my office and told her I should fire her, and she begged me to keep her job. Said she had mouths to feed and she was too stupid to do anything else, but she promised she would do anything if I wouldn’t fire her.’ He took another bite and Rose felt her breath and pulse quicken as she waited to hear how he would tell the story.
‘I told her that she would have to show me how important her job was to her, so she dropped to her knees, and begged me to let her suck me off, right there in the office.’ His voice was even, but she had learned to hear the pleasure behind his words. She shuddered in arousal as he carelessly lifted another piece of steak and she leaned forwards to daintily take it from the fork.
He’d bound her once, knotting a crotch rope so that it rubbed against her clit every time she bent forwards to take a morsel from him. She’d been whimpering with arousal by the time he’d finished his meal; he was sharing much more with her than normal, just to hear her pant. He’d barely finished the last bite before he’d thrown her on the table and fucked her hard, rope and all. She was nearly as aroused by the memory as she was by the story he was spinning as he fed her.
‘Well, I couldn’t deny her the chance to prove herself, could I, my dear?’
‘No, Master.’
‘That’s right, it would have been cruel of me! So I let that little slut put my cock in her mouth, and then I grabbed her by the hair and fucked her throat like she deserved. It felt so good, pounding deep into her throat like that.’
He paused, so she dared to interject, ‘You were very kind, Master.’
He chuckled at that, and she smiled. She remembered the feel of his cock sliding into her throat, the head pushing past the base of her tongue again and again as she gave him pleasure. He’d taken her and used her, and there were few things that could get her wetter than that. Her thighs were growing sticky with arousal and Master must have noticed, because he took a deep breath, made a pleased sound and fed her the last bite of his steak.
‘I’m ready for my dessert,’ he said.
She froze, panicked. He hadn’t asked for dessert, and Rose hadn’t had time to prepare anything but the meal.
‘There is a bowl of strawberries in the fridge. Bring it.’
She let out her breath and hurried to retrieve the cold bowl of berries. Master had pushed his dishes to the far side of the table by the time she returned.
‘I’ll be having strawberries and cream,’ he said.
She paused, confused, since he hadn’t told her to look for cream, but he gestured to the table and suddenly she understood.
‘Oh your knees, if you will.’
‘Yes, Master,’ she said, and climbed up onto the table. She turned her back to him, kneeling with her legs spread so that her cunt was exposed for him. It was a shock when the first icy cold berry was pressed against her dripping hole. He swirled it there, and she whimpered as the heat of her body and the cold of the fruit contrasted. She heard him bite into it and pictured that juicy red flesh flavoured with her cream, and whimpered again.
One of his hands stroked up her leg on the inside, petting and caressing, and this time she jumped slightly when the startling cold was pressed against hercunt. ‘Mmm, delicious,’ he said, and she moaned, wanting so much more than a cold berry against her lips. Rose wanted to be filled, to be fucked, to be used hard and brought to pleasure. The teasing was a beautiful torture.
Master moved his hand from her leg to her cunt and thrust two fingers inside. She clenched around him, wanting to push back against him and encourage him to fuck her. Instead, she held herself still, panting loudly with arousal. Master chuckled as he slowly finger-fucked her before withdrawing his hand from her body. Another cold berry pressed against her folds and he swirled it through her cream, drawing it up to rub it against her clit, then bringing it to his mouth and sucking it loudly before biting into it.
‘Do you want to come?’ he asked.
‘Please, Master! Yes, Master!’
She heard his chair scrape back as he stood up behind her, and suddenly his fingers returned to her cunt, plunging into her and fucking her roughly. ‘Do you enjoy your job?’
The question was so out of place that for a moment her lust-addled mind couldn’t wrap around it. ‘Yes, Master,’ she finally said, trying to focus on his query despite the distraction of his fingers thrusting roughly into her body.
‘I mean it. Would you choose to work there if you didn’t have to?’
‘I don’t – I mean – I don’t know, Master. It’s just a job, but it’s not a bad one.’ Rose was proud of how she’d managed to answer without screaming, although her voice was breathy with arousal and she’d ended the sentence with a moan.
His hands suddenly withdrew from her and she cried out at the sudden lack of sensation after the overwhelming pleasure.
‘Because it seems to me that, if you’d like to quit, no one would be surprised after how you looked coming out of my office today.’ His voice was calm, suggestive, and when he finished speaking she heard a clatter and saw a slim silver chain with a dainty padlock slide to a rest between her hands. He’d tossed the collar onto the table for her to see.
‘But my apartment –’ A collar. Had he just offered her a collar?
‘If you move in,’ he said, ‘you wouldn’t have to worry about working. Well, not for money, anyway.’
Rose knelt on a table in the middle of her boss’s dining room, naked, her cunt exposed for him and a chain collar resting between her hands as her juices slicked his fingers. It vied for the most erotic, most ridiculous and most romantic moment of her life, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
‘Are you asking me?’ she enquired, breathless. It somehow felt wrong to turn and look at him in this moment, so she kept her eyes lowered, staring at the beautiful symbol on the table before her.
‘I’d miss the midday rendezvous, but … housekeeper, cook, sex slave … sound like the kind of life you want, my Rose?’
‘Will you put it on me?’
‘Is that a yes?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes, what?’ he said, his voice moving from the softness of his invitation to the tone of command she’d always known.
‘Yes, Master,’ she said.
He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock into her then. Rose hadn’t heard his zipper, but he must have pulled himself out in anticipation of exactly this moment.
‘Then come for me.’
As he drove himself deep inside her, she clenched around him and finally felt herself release. She screamed as she came, pleasure shooting through her as he rode her hard. She was just coming down from the first exquisite orgasm when he reached up to tangle one fist in her hair. He wrenched her head back hard and used it to pull her back onto his cock, thrusting into her as if he meant to spear her. He reached around with his other hand to find her clit and pinched it, hard, and her body seemed to dissolve as the pleasure and pain mingled in a second, blinding orgasm.
She was only vaguely aware of his own triumphant roar of pleasure as he continued to pound into her. As she came back to herself, she realised that she was lying on her side on the table, her eyes closed, her breath coming in hard, heavy gasps. She heard a cli
ck at her throat and opened her eyes to see Freddy holding the closed lock, the chain now tight–though not uncomfortably so–around her throat.
‘You are mine,’ he said, and his eyes were fierce and gentle all at the same time.
Rose smiled, putting her love for the man into her voice as she agreed. ‘Yes, Master.’
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