The Boss's Toy - Sex Stories

The Boss's Toy

... lift, standing uncomfortably at his side, hugging herself, inhaling his scent that was both intoxicating and revolting.

When they stepped out on the ground floor, Alora remembered her last escape attempt, wishing she had just run instead of stopping to yell for help. There was no chance of running now, there were another squad of guards lining the path to the dark limo and Alora stiffened at the sight of them, but Daniel just led her straight past them, opening the car door for her, but she froze, unable to bring herself to get in. Unable to give up that easily. If she got in that car, she may never see a city again, she would be submitting to Daniel, letting him win. Again. She almost started to hyperventilate when she felt Daniel's hands gently pushing her into the car.

"Come on Alora, don't start disobeying me now, you won't enjoy the consequences half as much as I will."

She nodded hesitantly as she sat in her seat in the limo, still on the verge of a panic attack.

"Good girl," he whispered to her, sitting beside her. She shuddered at the compliment.

"So Alora," he said, lounging out on the seat. "There are some rules that you will need to follow, understand?"

She didn't say anything, just stared at her feet. He grabbed her chin, turning her to face him. "I asked you a question, Alora?"

"I understand," she said through gritted teeth, and he released her.

"Rule number one, you will do what I say, when I say, no hesitation, no questions. Rule number ...

... two, you're body belongs to me now, no one is allowed to play with that pretty little pussy or ass other than me. Not even you. Rule number three, you will ask permission whenever you want something. You will not cum without permission. You will not leave your room without permission. You will not speak to others without permission. Rule number four, you will refer to me as sir or master at all times unless I allow you to say otherwise. Do you understand?"

She looked away, out the window at the fields rolling past. They had left the city behind. She couldn't look at him when he talked. She hated every word that came out of his mouth. She was terrified of every rule he was imposing on her. But she couldn't help but get wet at the thought of his control. "I understand," she whispered.

He regarded her curiously. "I'd really hoped it would take more than a spanking and edging to break you, but you seem awfully quiet compared to yesterday." She didn't look back at him.

"I'm not broken, I just know how to pick my battles."

He turned her to face him again, more gently this time. "Good, because I think I'll have a lot more fun breaking you in if you speak."

She nodded and tried to turn her head away again, but his hand wrapped around her neck and held her in place.

Her breath hitched.

"Look at me when I speak to you Alora."

"Yes, sir," she replied quietly, looking at his bare chest. Anywhere but his eyes.

He pulled her in close, his lips inches from hers, ...