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“You left this in my office last week.”
She looked down and I smiled as I watched her beautiful features shift from curious to alarmed.
“Now, Emily. There’s no need to worry. You’re not in any trouble.” I let the moment stretch out, then raised an eyebrow, “Unless you want to be?”
Her breath hitched and she started to squirm uncomfortably in front of me.
“I read your stories, Emily.” Her body started to shake, but I carried on. “I know that you’re spending your time reading filthy stories about young women being disciplined and fucked by their bosses. Is that what you want? You can tell me, there’s a good girl.”
A shiver ran through her entire body at that phrase. “Good girl.” It was in virtually every highlighted passage in her e-reader; watching her immediate reaction to it made my insistent cock throb.
I didn’t say anything more, letting the silence sit heavily between us. A tiny, perfect tear slipped down her cheek, but I didn’t relent. I just watched her wrestling with what to say next. This was where her life could change, if she wanted to.
Finally, head hanging, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck yes! But my face betrayed none of my inner jubilation. Instead, I pressed her, ruthless. “Yes, Sir, what, Emily? What is it that you want?” I was going to make her say it. No way I was going ahead with this unless I was absolutely sure that it was what she wanted.
With a sob, she said, in a rush, “I want everything in those stories, Sir. I want to be punished and used, Sir.” A pause, then in a tiny voice, “I want to obey. Please.”
“Very good, Emily. I’m proud of you. Now, who is it that you want to be punished and used by? Who do you want to obey?”
Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head and looked me right in the eye, her voice less steady than her gaze when she replied, “You, Sir. I want it to be you. Please.”
I could not fucking believe that this was happening, but I managed to stay outwardly composed. She would have no idea that I was anything other than the entitled older alpha male of her dreams.
“Ok. Thank you for your honesty. Now, Emily, you know I’m married, right? And that’s not changing any time soon. So all you can ever be to me is my little office fucktoy. You understand that, yes?”
“Yes, Sir. I know I’m not the kind of girl someone like you would ever marry, Sir,” she replied. I frowned. Was this chick for real? She had to be kidding. But no, she seemed utterly sincere.
“Very good. So you agree that you will be mine to fuck whenever I wish? And exclusively mine. I don’t want you all used up and fucked out.”
“Oh, yes, Sir.” She seemed shocked that I would even think there was anyone else. “I’ll be all yours, Sir. For as long as you want me.”
“Mine to fuck? Whenever, wherever and however I want? And to take whatever punishment I see fit?”
“Yes, Sir. Yours to fuck, Sir. And to do whatever you want with me.”
This whole thing was just like one of her stories. It was odd how easily this came to me. I’d always enjoyed a dom dynamic, but I’d been a much younger man then and it felt like play-acting, not real. Now, years later, I literally held all the power in this dynamic, all the experience. It was fucking thrilling.
“You’re being such a good girl, Emily. Now, take off your blouse.”
She paused, trembling. I enjoyed watching her hesitation, but I’d waited long enough to get a look at those pretty tits of hers. My strangled cock protested and I lowered my zipper, freeing it from its confines and starting to stroke it in front of her.
Emily’s eyes widened.
“Now, Emily.”
She swallowed hard. Looking down, she started to hastily unbutton her blouse.
“Look at me whilst you’re doing it.”
She raised her head and held my gaze as she undid each of the buttons. Her clumsy fingers fumbled, but soon her blouse fell open, exposing a push-up black lace bra. Just like her book girls.
“Very nice. Did you wear that for me?”
Struggling to look me in the eye, she replied, “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you always dress for me? From the skin out?”
Another whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
“I like it. I’ll have to look at you like this more often, obviously.”
She gave a grateful sob, “Thank you, Sir.”
Her submission was incredible to witness. She really had wanted this for months. Years, maybe. Long before I’d come along to make her fantasies real. I decided to push further.
“Take the blouse off.” Then, as she was shimmying her body out of it, I added casually, “How many guys have you been fucked by?”
She froze, mid-shrug. A blush flared up across her face and chest most prettily. “I-I…”
Ostentatiously jerking my cock, I said, “Emily, you’ll have no secrets from me. I’m going to have my hands, mouth and this thick cock on every inch of you before long. Inside and out. Your entire body will have been doused in my cum by the time our time together is over. So, rule one, no fucking holding out on me. How many guys have you been fucked by? And don’t stop undressing.”
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Great dynamic - I liked being in 'his' head, and by finding her Kindle, he's in her head too. Excellent premise.