He pulled his hand out of her dress abruptly. “Look at the contract, Violet.”
Blinking, she stared at the writing in front of her as he circled around and positioned himself back on the edge of the desk. Agreements, blah, blah, blah, employment rights etc. Contract between Patrick Evans hereafter known as the…Her eyes widened… Master? She glanced up at Mr Evans and he nodded towards the paper.
“Keep reading.”
Violet Johnson, hereafter known as the Slave? What the hell?
“You’ll find the terms quite agreeable, Violet. A pay rise, use of the company’s private jet and holiday accommodation…”
“Wait. Mr Evan’s, am I right in thinking that you want to have sex with me?”
“Not just sex.”
She bristled. “I’m not a whore, you don’t need to pay me for sex. I would have fucked you anyway but I don’t want to be paid.” She stood. “In fact, I think I’d rather forget the idea now.”
“Sit,” he barked.
Violet flinched at his sharp tone and immediately sat. She gaped up at the commanding man, her body alive with conflicting emotions. She wanted to fuck him, she really did, but she didn’t want to be brought. She wanted him to need her, to crave her like she did him, not pay her for a quick fuck.
“What I want, Miss Johnson, is more than just sex. I want your complete and utter obedience. And I am not paying you to have sex with me. I could take that from you quite easily, but I will not have my slave struggling to pay her rent and living off cheap ready-meals. I want you healthy and relaxed so you can pay your full attention to servicing your master.”
Licking at her dry lips, Violet gaped at him. “You…you want to dominate me?”
“Yes, you could say that. You are submissive, Violet, even if you haven’t realised it yet.”
She shook her head. “I’m not. I always take the lead. I always have.”
A wry smile tugged across his strong jaw. “Because your partners have let you. They’re too weak and grateful to have you in their bed. You need to a strong partner to treat you properly.” He lowered his voice. “Like a cock-hungry slut.”
Her eyes widened at his crude words but she couldn’t ignore the pulse of her pussy. Was he right? Was this what she’d been missing? No, it couldn’t be. She didn’t like pain. Violet had never tried BDSM but she’d read enough erotica to know that it involved spanking and nipple clamps and stuff.
Peeking at the contract again, she chewed at her lip. The money would be handy. And she could go on holiday. The company had villas in the Canaries. Perhaps she could play his game long enough to get a holiday and save up some cash.
“If I do this, what happens if I change my mind?”
“Same as any contract. You work notice. A week. And you’ll get a healthy severance package. Enough to pay your rent for the next year probably.”
“So if I change my mind, I still have to…to be your slave for a week?”
He nodded.
Her body pounded in anticipation as she considered her options. She could give it a try. If she hated it, she could put up with a week of his attentions, and gain a nice sum of cash at the end of it, and if she liked it…well, either way, she’d get his cock inside of her. She was fairly sure she could put up with quite a bit to give that a try.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
Mr Evans didn’t smile, just nodded again, a glint of triumph in his dark eyes. Handing her a pen, he shucked off his suit jacket and laid it over the back of his chair as she leaned over the desk and scribbled her signature.
Before she could straighten, Mr Evans came around behind her and pushed his hips against her bottom. She could feel his erection through her dress, hard and swollen. Peering at him over her shoulder, she noted the predatory look in his expression and a shudder trailed over her. What had she let herself in for?
“You-you want to start now?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“You want to as well, Violet. I know your pussy is slick and ready for me. Especially after your little…private time.”
Violet snapped her gaze back to the glass desk. “You…you saw?”
“We do have CCTV, remember?”
“Oh God.”
“Don’t worry, slut, I’ll be sure to bring to a much more satisfying climax if you behave yourself. Just remember with pain comes pleasure.” His hands came around her, cupping at her breasts and pulling them free from her tight dress. He pinched at her nipples, causing her to squeal before massaging and tugging carefully at them, making her womb clench. “See? Be a good girl, take what I give you and you’ll always be rewarded.”
She nodded furiously as he continued to caress her hard nipples. A bit of pain, right? How bad could it be? She could do this.
A hand curled into her glossy brown hair and yanked her to her feet. She screamed as he whirled her around, her scalp burning. Releasing her hair, Mr Evans stepped back and ran his gaze over her.
“Show me your pussy.” She hesitated for a moment and he gripped at her chin, forcing her frightened gaze to his sinister one. “Show me your pussy.”
“Y-Yes.”
“Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
Sliding her skirt up her legs, she revealed her slippery sex to him, still exposed after she’d been unable to adjust her knickers. Mr Evans’ eyes alighted on her folds and a small smile twitched on his lips.
“Nice.” He stroked at the tiny strip of hair above her lips. “But this will have to go. I don’t want anything between us when we fuck. Be sure to wax before next time.”
God, now he was telling her how to groom herself? The rebellious side of her warred with the silly, whimpering part of her that simpered and sighed at his brusque words. But then his fingers probed beneath her folds and she forgot what had her so riled.
Circling at her clit, much as she had when she’d masturbated, his other hand came to the zip of her dress and drew it down. Violet exhaled as the tight fabric released her squashed breasts. He took his hand away from her sex for just a moment as he pulled the dress from her, coaxing her to step out of it.
With one swift movement, he tore her underwear from her, leaving her entirely exposed in nothing other than her heels. Violet couldn’t help but slap her hands across herself in shock. Though hardly modest normally, standing naked in his office with him still in his shirt and trousers left her feeling acutely exposed.
Growling, Mr Evans grabbed her hands and tore them away from her. “Never hide yourself from me. Never.”
To ensure she understood the consequences, he brought his hand back to her cunt, squeezing her clit between her fingers until she whimpered and tried to wriggle from his gasp.
“This is my cunt now, to do with as I wish. I don’t care if you’re embarrassed or uncomfortable. This is about what I want, do you understand?”
“Yes, yes,” she squealed as her clit burned under his fingers.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master. Please…” she begged, tears pricking in her eyes.
He released her nub and Violet sagged against him as the blood rushed back into her pussy, creating an odd ache.
“Pleasure and pain, remember?”
Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, Violet gave a tiny nod. Her skin prickled in anticipation as his hand came back to her cunt and thread its way through her soaking folds. With a sudden thrust, he plunged two fingers into her as his other hand curled possessively around the back of her neck. Mr Evans worked his fingers in and out of her vigorously, making her legs shake. Just as she thought she might come, he withdrew his hand and pinched roughly at her cunt again.
Covering her cry with his mouth, he tasted greedily at her and the pain faded as the heat of his tongue
