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The Boss's Toy

... cum."

"Hm, not quite, I guess I'll have to keep going."

She writhed. "No, please no more."

"You know what you have to say to cum Alora." He turned his finger inside her, beginning to pump in and out again.

She whined. "Please," she said breathlessly, "Please fuck me."

"Good girl, that's all you had to say," he told her, before reaching down to untie her ankles and spread her legs even wider. He unbuckled his trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock, lining it up with her soaking entrance. "Say it again, one more time," he whispered to her.

"Fuck me," she whispered, defeated.

He smiled and thrust inside her in one go. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and moaned loudly when he began to pump inside of her. He reached down, stroking her clit again, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She held off the rising wave for a few moments, so afraid he'd stop again. But then he whispered "Cum for me," in her ear, and she surrendered to it, her climax washing over her in waves, lasting longer than any orgasm she'd had before. He didn't stop when she went limp under him though, he kept going, pumping hard and fast, rubbing her sore clit until she fell into another orgasm, which was almost painful. He finally stopped though, when she was almost on her way to a third orgasm and every stroke of pleasure was too painful. His thrusts became erratic and his hand moved from her clit, until he grunted and she felt his cum coat the inside of her and begin to drip down ...

... her thighs when he pulled out.

He lay down beside her panting the same as she was. "So you can be a good girl when you want something."

She glared at him through her tears. She couldn't believe she'd begged. She felt so embarrassed, so used.

He pulled her up to the head of the bed, allowing her to bring her hands to her chest and rest her head on the pillow. He rolled her onto her side and wrapped her in his arms. "If you're good, you can be a little happy here. Maybe I'll even let you out of these cuffs. But if your bad, I'll keep having to punishing you," he said, running his hand over her bruising ass. "And I'll have to keep you tied up here. So are you going to be good for me, or not?"

Alora didn't answer, but more tears fell on her cheeks. He wiped them away then slid off the bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. She heard the water running and soon he returned with a washcloth and wiped her down, wiping away the cum dribbling down her thighs and stinging her bruised ass. He left her there, curled up and crying and locked the bedroom door behind him when he went.

He came in the next morning, waking her by brushing her hair out of her face. She flinched away from him, scrambling as far back as the cuffs allowed. "Get away from me," she told him, and he raised an eyebrow. He looked sinfully handsome today, wearing a crisp black shirt and jeans, his tousled brown hair looking like a model's.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you just yet. My people ...