Chapter 16
Rick
My cock was already iron hard as I made her stand before my desk.
“Right there. No, closer.” I let just the faintest hint of an edge into my voice, curious as to how she might react to it.
Her dark lashes fluttered, her hands wringing in front of her. “I don’t… what’s going on?”
“Clothes off, one by one.”
I reveled in how her hands trembled, how she paused, reluctance pouring from her as she reached back to unclasp her bra. It was a black one, not lacy, but flattering nonetheless. She had the sort of remarkable figure where despite her relatively petite stature, she was lush, round, and soft in all my favorite ways.
Her breasts bounced and swayed as she finally took the cups of her bra away from them, her face flushing scarlet.
“The rest. I want you naked—totally naked—before we continue.”
When she’d finally complied, her clothes scattered at the floor around her feet, I cleared my throat. “Stand at attention, right there. No, don’t move. Hands on your head, eyes down.”
Taking my time to drink in every line and curve of her luscious form, I made sure she knew it. Her nipples drew up tight and hard under my frank regard.
A good sign.
“Big tits on you,” I remarked, curious how she’d react to the casual objectification. She needed to know what she would be to me.
Sooner rather than later.
Genie made a sound somewhere in her throat, but didn’t respond. The size of her breasts—far larger than one would expect from someone with her slight figure—only amplified her dangerous allure. Her rosy areolas were large and smooth; she was likely self-conscious about them, but I found them beautiful. That didn’t stop me from relishing her nervous embarrassment, my cock aching to be inside her already. I wanted nothing more than to fall upon her, plundering her at will, my need for her almost painful in its intensity.
“Now, if you really do want this position, it’s time you learned what it is I truly need from an intern.” I pulled out a piece of paper from the upper left-hand desk drawer, laying it on my desk. I’d been working on it for a while, though I was never sure I’d ever have a chance to actually use it.
She’d given me the perfect chance to put it into practice, whether she’d intended it or not.
I pointed to the page. “This is going to govern how things are between us, for the time being.”
Her gaze snapped back up to me, a tiny vertical line appearing between her sculpted brows. “What the fuck is that?”
There was a defiance in her words I didn’t like one bit.
Time to show her the error of her ways.
“That is, essentially, your owner’s manual. For the duration.”
“For the duration?” She scowled. “How long is that?”
“Until I feel like changing it.”
“That’s… not fair.”
The petulance to her tone both provoked me and made my cock even harder.
I leaned toward her, murmuring, “Honey, you passed fair several exits ago.”
She made a frustrated grunt, but didn’t say anything else, her bright, pretty eyes watching me closely.
Good.
I had her attention. Which was the first step in getting her to finally see the sling her ass was already in.
“It’s a simple concept: rules and consequences.”
“Um… consequences?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Her lashes fluttered, but her nipples, if anything, seemed to grow harder still.
I loved the counterpoint of those heavy, generous breasts against the slimness of an enviably trim waist, and the swell of broad, round hips. The dark, thick delta of her pubic hair was an even more erotic accent to a truly mouthwatering female figure.
Too bad she’s young enough to be your daughter.
There was a time when that would have given me pause, but with her, it didn’t. Because I’d already given her so many opportunities to end what was happening.
She was smart enough to have some inkling of what she was getting into.
I intended to remove any ambiguity about what she was choosing—if she stayed.
Holding up the paper, I recited it from memory. “Some of these you’ll recognize. Some might be new to you. I won’t tolerate any disrespect from you—not ever. You’ll dress how I want and do as you’re told without complaint. Any refusal or defiance or disrespect, and you’ll be corrected.”
Her face paled at that.
“Do you understand what I’ve told you thus far?”
“I-I think so.”
“Good. Your body will be presented to me in whatever way I demand. Anytime I demand. Gone are the days where it’s your own. It’s mine now. And I intend to use it.”
Her throat worked spasmodically, her breathing beginning to come faster.
“Do you have any objection to any of this?”
“Does it matter?”
I advanced on her, standing close, looming over her. “You don’t seem to understand, smart-ass. This is your chance to say no—that’s what objecting means here.”
But she didn’t move a muscle.
“Geneva. Listen. You stay, and there’s no more of these escape hatches. But I wonder now if that’s even what you want anymore? To play with the little worthless pricks of boys your age who haven’t a fucking clue what a girl like you actually needs?”
“You think you do?” Her voice was reed thin, her arms beginning to tremble slightly.
“We both know the answer to that. But one of us doesn’t want to face it yet.”
The fact that she didn’t protest was surprising enough. But I could tell part of her was fascinated—and aroused. Her demeanor had seemed to change while I recited to her what being my intern meant, as if the verbalization of it entranced her—or terrified her into near paralysis.
Either way, I was intrigued.
Her lips had parted, swelling in anticipation, and her eyes were bright, pupils dilated, nostrils flared. Her scent was heavy on the air, and I was sure that if I splayed those pretty pink lips of her pussy, I’d find a sodden, fragrant mess.
No matter how hard she’d try to deny it, hearing my words aroused her.
And I loved it.
I drew still closer, until we were only a breath apart, and I could feel the heat of her naked, vulnerable flesh. It seemed to be too much for her though, her gaze sliding away as her pink blush bloomed anew.
I knew what she needed, what she wanted—whether she was prepared to admit it or not.
I held her there for a moment, staring at her, committing every line of her form to memory. Making her stand that way, our bodies so close, with me the sole arbiter of what happened next, was important for a girl. Especially one unaccustomed to being with a man strong enough to take control of her.
“Hands clasped behind your back.”
She seemed almost relieved at first, pausing to shake her arms out for a moment.
“I’m waiting.”
The tone of my voice conveyed what I intended. I wasn’t going to be patient with her. She needed strictness, right from the start.
In the end, it would be kinder for her as she adjusted to bending her strong will to a man.
With a sigh she complied, unable to meet my gaze. I was pleased by the way the position lifted and presented her breasts even more blatantly than before, their soft weight exquisitely vulnerable. And breathtakingly beautiful.
“Straighten your shoulders, slut. Present those big tits properly.” It was an impromptu experiment, of sorts, to see how she reacted to the degrading terms. Judging by her even deeper blush and her instant compliance, the results seemed more than a little promising.
She did as instructed, and I finally gave in to the need to feel her arousal for myself. Slipping two fingers between the lips of her sex, plunging deep inside her, my thumb stroking her densely furred mound, I luxuriated in her wet, slippery heat.
“Somebody likes this,” I said softly, trying to meet her gaze. But she refused, her mortification seeming to get the best of her. “Helpless against her own body’s needs, no matter how twisted and dark they might be. Poor girl.”
She was utterly still, save for the heaving of her breasts. I took one of them in my hand, kneading it, bouncing it on my palm. She drew a deep, sharp breath when I tugged and twisted the very hard nipple. She was so perfectly formed, and I knew I could get lost for long minutes simply fondling her gorgeous breasts.
Time enough for that later.
She needed a quick lesson in what ownership of her beautiful body meant. Taking a step back, I gently cupped her chin, raising it until she was facing forward once more. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of frantic need and nervous dread swimming in their clear depths.
“Bend over.”
Her lips pursed for a moment as if she were silently weighing whether or not to proceed, then haltingly she obeyed. Keeping her off-balance, guessing, was the best way forward for a clever mind like hers. She needed to know that no matter how much she thought she could take control, that such an endeavor was doomed to fail.
She needed to know she was well taken in hand, with a man who knew exactly what to do with a fascinating creature like her.
“You’ll count them,” I growled.
“O-okay…” she said, the strain in her voice making my cock want to explode.
I slapped her left breast, sending it bouncing, her gasp probably one more of surprise than actual pain. I made her wait a moment before slapping the other breast, harder.
Her soft hiss was one of genuine pain. She’d need to learn how to deal with a little pain in her life for the foreseeable future—at least as long as she remained mine.
I proceeded to punish her breasts, striking each one firmly with an open palm, seeking to get a satisfying sound of the slap, as well as the cock-hardening bounce and jiggle of her poor tits swinging wildly back and forth under my cruel correction. She began to whimper and grunt within a few strikes. I paused now and then, not continuing until her splotched and swelling breasts had stilled. The way this would play with her mind was at least as powerful as the actual sting of the slaps against her soft, pale breasts.
My fingers catching her across the nipple, she yelped loudly on what should have been the tenth slap.
“Count them. You get that one over, girl.” I smacked her again, right over the same spot. Her groan was followed by the correct number.
“Ten!”
I kept at her, making her breasts swing and bounce under the harsh slaps, until I’d reached twenty for each well-punished globe. I needed to make sure she knew that I was tough enough not to be swayed by her cries. That she would be dealt with firmly, but consistently, if she failed me.
Then I stopped, listening to her panting, caressing the hot marks I’d left upon her reddened flesh. “Good color here, girl. These are going to be sore tomorrow, I think.”
“Um…”
“You say ‘yes, sir.’”
Then something happened that I didn’t expect, tears pattering to the floor between my feet. “Y-yes, s-sir.”
“Shh, it’s okay. Just a little spanking for your pretty breasts now. You took it very well.” I touched her chin, caressing it a moment, but still her gaze was cast downward, her cheeks bright with tears.
I stroked her hair gently, letting her regain control of herself, not forcing her to look at me.
“Th-that hurt.” She sniffled. “Why did you do that?”
“Part of your life with me. If you stay, that is.”
Finally, after her soft sniffles had trailed off, I told her in a low voice, “On your knees, girl.”
She obeyed without protest, and my arousal soared to stratospheric heights at her ready submission to my demands. That she was a natural at yielding wasn’t a surprise to me—but I had little doubt it was a revelation to her.
“Look at me,” I told her, unzipping the fly of my slacks. I smiled at her when she finally peered up at me. There was something like awe in her eyes, or perhaps it was just anxiousness, and a little bit of shock at how quickly she’d fallen into doing exactly as I ordered her.
Swallowing hard, she seemed to wait for my next command, and I was happy to draw out the moment a little bit longer. I traced the line of her jaw with a fingertip, meeting her gaze, staring into those gorgeous eyes. “You know what comes next, don’t you?”
“I… you want me to suck your… cock.”
“I don’t want you to. I expect you to.” I pulled it out, stroking it, the pleasure of even that making me shudder with it. My thighs were already as tight as bowstrings. I couldn’t remember a time I’d been more excited, my cock iron hard in my fist as I pumped it mere inches from her lips. “You show your appreciation for me taking the time to correct you by serving my cock. Every time unless I say otherwise. I may choose to fuck your cunt or your ass instead. But absent that, you’re to ask to suck my cock after each and every punishment I give you.”
“Oh… oh, God,” she whispered. “Yes, sir.”
I tapped her quivering lips with the swollen head of my cock, and she closed her eyes, her cheeks flaming almost as red as the handprints decorating her swollen, punished breasts. “Open your mouth, slut.”
Dutifully, she took me in, her lips sealing tight about my shaft, her mouth hot around me, her tongue already teasing the underside of the head.
“Not the first time you’ve serviced a man’s cock with that smart mouth of yours, is it?”
She tried to pull me out to reply, but I gripped her hair, keeping me deep inside her. “No. You answer with my cock in your mouth.”
“Mmm phhh nnm!” she said, her eyes flashing, something like outrage creasing her brow.
I sank my fingers into the locks of her hair, getting a firmer grip. I held on tight as I began to thrust, making her take more and more of me each time. When her lips waned in their tight seal around me, I scolded her. “Suck harder! Harder!”
When she resisted the depth of a thrust, I smacked her cheek gently, a warning that her disobedience would most definitely not be tolerated while she was on her knees servicing my cock with her lips and tongue. “Relax it. If you gag, it’s okay. Just let it happen. Your mouth is mine to use. Accept it, girl.”
I made her go slow, occasionally pausing and forcing her to lick and kiss the shaft of my cock, then ordering her to suck feverishly on just the head.
Then I began to force her deeper upon me, sometimes pushing into her throat, and holding her head there until she began to push and twist against my grip. When I finally let her up again, I slapped her lips with my cock, softly admonishing her for being a ‘cock whore,’ for craving having my shaft filling her mouth, her throat.
She blushed fiercely each time, but obeyed my every command, no matter how degrading or cruel.
She was absolutely fascinating to me.
I pushed deep again, only pulling out to let her breathe, making her wait longer each time. I slapped her cheeks with my heavy shaft as she gasped and panted for air.
Then I did it again, stroking her throat as I drove fully in until her nose was buried in my pubic hair, pressed firmly to my pubic bone. Holding her fast, I kept at her. “That’s it. More. More, slut. You can take more of it than that. I know, I know. It’s just gagging. It’s all right. Let me in. Good. Good girl. I know, you need to breathe. Almost there, sweet girl. I’m close. You’re gonna get my cum!”
Unable to hold back any longer, my orgasm exploded inside me, and I held her feverishly tight to me, groaning loudly as my semen pulsed inside her, pouring down her throat. As the last weak spasms coursed through me, I pulled from her mouth.
She coughed and sputtered, her face red, eyes leaking tears. I directed the last pulse or two of semen across her swollen lips, a thick drop of it sticking to her saliva-slicked chin. I smeared it across her cheek with the head of my cock, stroking the sodden locks of hair back from her face as I made her lick my shaft completely clean.
Oh, yes, not the first time.
But it was the first time with me. And we both knew it would set the tone for how I intended to use her in the future.
I held her tightly by a fistful of her hair. “Kiss it, and say thank you after offering your mouth and throat.”
She blushed, but said in a quiet voice, “Thank you, sir.” She pressed soft, swollen lips to the tip of my cock, and I desperately wanted the moment to last forever.
Finally, I let go. “Good girl,” I said, stroking the hair at the crown of her head.
Then, raising her chin to meet my gaze, I looked her over one last time, as if to cement in both of our minds that this was real, that the proper power dynamic had been established.
That she really was mine.
Without another word to her, I zipped up and walked out of my office.