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How He Made Me His

... me from my reverie. I sigh inwardly, and move away from the door. "Yes," I finally say, walking towards his desk. The door closes behind me and the click of the closed door makes me feel nervous and trapped all of a sudden. I set my report down on his desk and am about to turn away. "Jane, if you don't mind, would you like to take a seat?" I take my seat quietly and stare at him obediently as I wait for whatever he wants to say. He smiles as I wait for him to talk and licks his lips again. "Jane, the board and I, have been thinking that you deserve a promotion, what with your hard work and all, we believe you are most qualified." He waits for my response, and I can't help but smile. "Really? Sir, thank you so much," I say, as he gets up from his chair and walks to his little refrigerator near the door. "But there is, something you have to do to prove that you have what it takes," he says, pausing dramatically as he walks back to me and touches my shoulder lightly, causing a shiver to travel down my spine before moving on to sit in front of his desk with his ankles crossed. "What is it?" I ask. He smiles then, and sets his drink down behind him as he straighten himself up. "Suck. My. Cock," he says, enunciating every word. I stare, shocked and suddenly hot. "Wh-what?" "You heard me." I jump up from my chair and move behind it, making it a barrier between us. "Th-that's wrong!" I say, anger and need coursing through my body, making me confused. "Not if you want it," he says, ...

... smirking. I gulp and stare at the door, desperately wishing someone would come and knock on the door and save me from myself. He moves towards me and I back up toward his desk, trying to maintain the distance between us, but he closes the distance and stands in front of me. "Jane, my dear, there is nothing to fear. All you have to do is suck my cock once, and you get the promotion. You don't have to do anything more." I look away and bite my lips, scooting farther up the desk. He grabs my hips then and pushes me up on the desk so that I am sitting on it. "So? What's your decision?" he asks, his breath hitting my face. I shake my head and he clucks his tongue. "All your hard work will be for nothing, Jane. The promotion will be given to someone else, someone who isn't as worthy as you," he says condescendingly. I stare at him, anger boiling in my blood. "It's just going to be a blow job," I say, finalizing my words. "Actually," he says, then smirks. "I've changed my mind." I sigh in relief, thinking that he has given up on me sucking his cock, until he raises his eyebrows at me, indicating that he hasn't finished talking. "I want you to suck my cock and I want to fuck your tight, little pussy." "You said you only want me to suck your cock," I hiss angrily at him, even though the way he said it turned me on more. "Well, yes, but you took so long to decide that I couldn't help but want to sink my cock deep inside you." His hands fall to my hips and he start to squeeze them, slowly ...