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She shook her head silently, looking to the floor.
"It is because you were born for this.” His hand traced the length of her spine, before resting on her ass. He smacked her rump with one smart tap. “You need this as much as I do. You are a strong woman, Denise. You need a strong hand, to guide you. I knew the moment that I first saw you. You need to be dominated, and conquered. I am just the man for the job."
There was a ring of truth to that statement and yet her most primal self wanted to fight it. She didn't want to believe that. “I don't think so."
"No? You are not leaving me much choice. Turn around, Denise.” He commanded arrogantly, making a circle motion with his hand.
"What?"
"I said turn around and put your hands on your desk."
Her eyes sparkled in response, sharing exactly how thrilled she felt by his hand. She felt exactly the same way and yet it didn't seem right. It was everything she had fought against all her life. Being dominated felt like it would be a sign of weakness. So why did just the idea of it thrill her to her core? It scared her that she could feel this way and thrilled her at the same time.
He pulled up her skirt, revealing her lacy panties. “What are you doing?” She said, craning her neck back to look back at him. His large hands cradled her hips.
"Spread yourself for me."
"What?"
"You heard me. Spread your legs. Do it, Denise."
She obeyed, spreading her legs wide. What was wrong with her? Submitting to such a crude demand? She wanted to. Hearing his verbal domination was an incredible turn on, but she didn't feel like she should like it quite so much. Wasn't she stronger than that? Didn't she know better than to let a man treat her like this? The problem was she liked it too much to want it to stop.
"Bend over and show me your pussy."
Again her weak body submitted to him. She felt so hot and ready for him; she could come just by his eyes staring at her. She struggled with her mind, knowing it was him that was doing this to her body. She cursed herself for being so weak, and at the same time she had never felt so alive, and so ready for his touch.
"Are you telling me that you didn't like it when I spanked you?"
"Yes.” It was a lie and they both knew it. She wanted to be spanked by his hand right now.
"So the spanking did not just turn you on? The submission did not make you need more? Are you telling me that you won't be wet and ready for me if you took off your panties right now?"
"No?"
"No. Not at all."
"I believe that is a lie, Denise. You are going to have to prove it to me now. Take off your panties for me."
She found herself in a daze, slipping her panties down her waist and letting them fall to a pile on the floor at her feet.
"You can't deny what your body is doing to you.” She gasped when she felt his hand cup her sex. “You are so wet for me."
She let out a low moan involuntarily, as his hand worked her pussy, his fingers separating the swollen lips of her pussy, teasing her mercilessly by not touching where she ached with need.
"You are so wet right now. If I was to fuck you right now, I would not have any trouble coming inside of you would I? I would slip right in, you are so turned on.” He plunged two fingers deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit.
"Yes—no.” How could she be liking this? What was wrong with her? Why was she letting him do this to her?
"You need to be disciplined, Denise. I knew it from the moment I saw you."
She fought to keep her composure, biting down on her bottom lip.
"That I would be the one to do it and I would be inside your tight cunt."
"Tell me what you want, Denise,” he said smugly.
"I want you—please fuck me,” she heard herself begging.
He growled, before plowing into her tight cunt mercilessly fingering her wet pussy.
"Pleeeeeaaassseee—yes!” She wriggled herself over his large hands, squirming to hit just the right spot. He was tormenting her and yet, it was such a sweet torture. The aching need for gratification of her body had built into a demand.
"You like that?” His voice was cocky, already knowing her answer. His hard body was pressed against hers. She could feel his own hardness rising again. He was there so very close, and yet he was holding off where she needed it.
One hand was on her clit and the other spanked her.
"Victor Just give it to me!"
"Like this?” His fingers worked magic on her body sending out waves of pleasure, pushing her to the edge. She gasped out as the pressure snaked out from her belly and wrapped around her chest. Her bottom lip tingled slightly as she bit into it, savoring the pain.
Erotic thrills transported her into a state of rapture.
"Oh Yes! YES!” She moaned as she felt the orgasm sweep her body. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she trembled under his hand. His hand was wet with her juices, and he smeared them over her anus, circling her tight hole. He pressed one finger into each hole, moving in a rhythm that was meant to excite her and it swept her up into a euphoric frenzy. She trembled with the last of her strength. Her knees felt they would not have supported her, if he had not held her in place.
He cradled her in his arms, letting her breathing return to a near normal st
ate.
"Don't deny me, Denise."
"I won't."
Chapter Ten
The weeks had passed quickly. Victor and Denise worked out a tentative balance in their relationship. In front of coworkers, Denise always addressed him professionally as Victor. Behind closed doors or in the bedroom it was Master.
Resisting him at work was too hard. It became a game to test his endurance and afternoon romps became the norm. Punishment was necessary with her constantly being bad to get a rise out of him.
Denise enjoyed surprising Victor while he was on conference calls. She would lock the door to his office and sneak in hiding under his desk and giving him a blow job. The thrill of it, the danger of being caught added to her enjoyment.
Victor was in the copy room when she snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, hugging her close. Almost immediately he pushed her away.
"Denise this has got to stop."
"What do you mean?” She paled her chest tightened and it felt like her heart just dropped into her stomach. Why? What had she done wrong, that he would suddenly push her away?
"I mean this has got to end. We can't continue like this at work."
Denise was dumbstruck. Was he saying it was over? She had never had anyone like him in her life and now he was the one to end it? This was going to break her heart.
"Look, how about we discuss it over dinner tonight?"
"Sure. Yeah—okay we will talk tonight. My place? I'll make you dinner if you like.” She smiled tentatively.
"Okay.” He bent over and kissed her forehead. “I'll meet you at your place—say at eight PM?” Without another word, he picked up his paperwork and made a move for the exit.
Denise was too stunned to reply before he left the room.
* * * *
Ordinarily she would have been able to laugh and joke with the rest of the men. Denise's heart was heavy with her impending breakup. It was over and she could not believe it could be over so suddenly. She had been called out on an assignment. She spent the morning interviewing an informant. That left her as the closest one to the bomb scare. She wasn't fully sure why she was called. It wasn't really in her jurisdiction unless it was related to a terrorist act and nobody was calling up threatening to explode something. So where was the terrorist act?
