J. Bailey: Bound by the Boss

As he came away from her, her scent filled the air and Violet gave him a shaky smile. “Oh, thank you, M-Master,” she added hastily.

“You are learning, Violet.” He swept a hand over his chin and licked at his fingers. “You taste bloody delicious.” Grabbing her thighs, he slid her unresisting body off the desk and rewarded her with a deep, consuming kiss.

Breaking away unexpectedly, he set her abruptly away from him and scowled. Had she done something wrong? Had she made him angry? More than anything, she wanted him to kiss her again. Violet didn’t understand why after his treatment of her but she felt connected to him. Some innate part of her called for him to possess her entirely.

“You’re a dangerous creature, Violet, and too beguiling for your own good,” he told her harshly. “This is fucking, nothing more. Remember that.”

Surprised by his sudden gruffness, she tilted her head and studied him. He felt it too, she realised and he was scared. The thought of her dark, daunting boss frightened by her brought a smile to her lips.

His eyes narrowed and he snatched at the top of her arm, spinning her around and slamming her bare breasts against the cold glass of the table. She gasped as he pressed hard into her before pulling away. The rasp of his zipper sounded and heat coiled in her stomach. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted that cock in her again.

Shivering with anticipation as his hand dipped into her damp folds, she laid her cheek against the glass, patiently awaiting her master. Her master? Fuck, she was in deep now.

But then his fingers pressed against her tight puckered ring and she went rigid. Oh God, not that. She’d tried anal sex a couple of times and hadn’t enjoyed it. And those guys had smaller cocks than Mr Evans!

She pushed away from the table but Mr Evans shoved her back down with ease, pressing one hand to the back of her neck. She struggled against him as his finger probed her opening.

“Please don’t, Mr Evans.”

“Master,” he growled.

“Master, please. I don’t want to. Your cock’s too big, it will hurt.”

His mouth came to her ear and he hissed angrily at her. “Do you think I care? You are mine, Violet. My fuck toy. I’ll do what I want with you, whether you like it or not.”

Her pulse pounded and she could feel the prickle of sweat dancing up her spine. He was right. He had her right where he wanted her and he could do whatever he wanted. She fought against him again but with her hands bound behind her back, it was useless.

He wriggled a finger into her arse and she squealed and grimaced as he forced it deeper. A second finger joined it and moved carefully in and out.

“How does that feel?” he asked menacingly, obviously enjoying her discomfort.

“Stop, please. It hurts.” Violet attempted to slide away from him but he kept a hard grip on her. “Mr Evans, no!” she added as forcefully as she could as he pressed back into her stealing the breath from her lungs.

“Be a good girl,” he said with a lunge of his fingers. “Take my cock in your tight little hole and I will reward you.”

“I–I don’t want a reward. I don’t want your cock up my arse!”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have much choice.”

Violet felt the heat of his cock near her lips and she screamed as he thrust forwards. He pushed into her pussy and, for a moment, Violet was struck by the hopeful notion he had just been teasing. To her dismay, he withdrew his solid erection and lined it up with her tiny hole.

Fighting with new vigour, she writhed beneath him but it was no good. The tip of his slippery dick impaled her ring easily, still open from being finger fucked. She gasped as it stretched her wide and he let it sit there for a moment.

“Fuck, that’s tight.”

Mr Evans edged forwards some more and Violet winced as his hard rod invaded further into her arse. With one final push, he sank all the way into her, causing her to shriek. Her arse burnt and she could feel his cock stretching and assaulting her tight hole.

He withdrew slowly, almost to the tip and Violet braced herself as he drove back into her. As her arse loosened around him, he picked up the pace, stabbing at her until she was crying and pleading with him to stop.

Ignoring her cries, Mr Evans continued on, fucking her arse as if he was fucking a soaking pussy. Violet gave up fighting, quickly discovering the more she fought, the worse it was and she lay limply against the desk and allowed him to pound into her.

His breaths became harsh and his cock twitched inside of her. It sent an odd fission through her body and her cunt pulsed with need. He must have felt it as he brought one finger to her clit and began stroking carefully at her still tender cleft.

As he continued to drive his shaft into her, a flush of pleasure raced underneath her skin and she tensed and shifted, his fingers causing her pussy to throb and swell.

“That’s it, slut,” he urged. “Come for me.”

Playing deftly with her bud, he brought her to the edge before gripping at her hips and ploughing into her. She groaned as a shudder racked her and her body tensed as the pleasure reached its peak, bursting from her abused cunt and arse all through her.

This sent Mr Evans over the edge and he came with a muttered curse, filling her arse with his scorching seed. He pulled away quickly, leaving her arse open and gaping. She took a moment to gather her breath and then glanced around hesitantly to see him running a hand over his face.

“Fuck.” He paced, darting looks at her as she lay limply across his desk. “Fuck, fuck fuck. It wasn’t meant to be like this.”

Violet managed to peel herself away from the table and wavered on her feet. Mr Evans noticed this and coaxed her into his chair. She frowned at this oddly caring move. In fact, everything that had just happened made her confused. He’d just fucked her arse when she had distinctly said no. She was not willing, yet somehow it had been the best orgasm of her life.

“I’ll get cum on the seat,” she said quietly.

He waved his hand dismissively and stalked over to the fridge in the corner, wrenching it open and pulling out a beer and cracking it. He downed some as Violet observed the bob of his Adam’s apple before holding it out to her. She drank gratefully, some of it dribbling down her chin as he tilted it for her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked meekly.

Mr Evans stopped and stared at her. “ This was meant to be no more than fucking, Violet. You were meant to be my slave no more, no less.”

“Am I not your slave? I mean, I just did everything you wanted.”

He leant over, placing his hands on the arms of the chair and fixing her with his intense gaze. “You feel it too. This is more than…than just sex.”

“Damn right it is, you fucked my arse!” she said indignantly.

“You’re telling me that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Her heart fluttered as his dark eyes bore into hers. After that amazing orgasm, she was convinced there was no other man for her now. Jesus, he’d taught her more about herself in the space of an hour than any other man had achieved in many nights of sex.

Violet flushed. “Well, I…no, but I…”

“Exactly.” He dropped onto his knees in front of her and reached around her, loosening the tie and releasing her hands. She rubbed at her wrists and he took them carefully into his large hands, caressing the tender skin. “You were meant to be a good fuck, but you’re bloody more than that, Violet. And now…”

“What?”

“Now I don’t want to share you.”

“Share me?” she spluttered. What the fuck did he mean?

“Mr Harrison should be here shortly.”

“And?” She blinked. “You mean you were going to share me with him?”