Description
by AP Miller
Beverly is a tough, successful businesswoman, in complete control of everything and everyone around her – until she employs Mark. Young, fit and muscular, he is irresistible to her, but it is he who takes control and dominates her completely.
Mark, however, is uncomfortable with his macho character. He needs to understand Beverly’s feelings and to feel her femininity. His confusion is not made any easier by the love of him by a beautiful pre-op transsexual, nor by the desire that Beverly’s personal assistant has for him.
Beverly is a woman with an insatiable capacity for sexual climax that seems to reach ever higher as Mark uses and abuses her body. She only needs to hear that his feelings for her are as deep as hers are for him, and yet he cannot tell her his secrets – yet.
Published: 6 / 2010 No. words: 30000
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Bondage/BDSM Fetishes, Male Dom – M/F, Spanking and Bondage
She pulled the pin out of her tight bun, grateful for the feeling of freedom it gave her as she released it. Irritated, she began tapping her pencil; her patience had run thin. She was famished and Mark still had not returned with her lunch, the miscreant he was. Ms. Johnson ran her fingers through her hair just as Mark presented himself at the door with her food in his hands.
“What took you so long?” She spoke in a cold tone, and her left eyebrow arched a fraction.
He strolled forward then leaned his heavy weight on her desk. He moved in closer so that she had no room at all.
“I believe… there was an issue with some packages?” he repeated in the same cool tone.
An electrifying shudder reverberated through her, but Mark did not blink. He unceremoniously dropped her lunch on her desk, turned his back on her and left her office with long, purposeful strides. She watched his stiff, retreating form as he slammed the door behind him.
Ms. Johnson felt her hands caressing her body, and stilled them lest Mark see. She had to keep herself under control… until after hours, that was…
Five o’clock came and went, as Ms. Johnson tapped away at her computer. The pounding of her heart echoed the keyboard’s sound. She felt herself shaking in anticipation, and trepidation. Had she overdone it this time?
Mark opened the office door, shutting it behind him. Her eyes widened behind her glasses, as he locked it. The clicking of the bolt resounded in her ears, forever ending any hopes of escape. The muscular young man stepped around her desk, coming at last before her. His eyes raked her beautiful form with disdainful lust, his pitiless gaze stripping her of her expensive raiment, leaving only the woman beneath.
Beverly moaned in submission, her true nature revealed.
“You were very bad, today.” Mark’s voice was quiet, emotionless.
“Yes.” Beverly could barely manage a squeak.
“You’ve never been such a nasty bitch before.”
She shook her head, unable to speak. Tears glimmered in her eyes.
“You must want it VERY badly,” Mark continued. “You little slut.”
Beverly nodded her acquiescence. “Yes, Mark.” She managed a whisper.
“Stand up, bitch.” Beverly fairly leapt to her feet, holding herself out for inspection. Mark touched her smooth cheek with one powerful hand than slid it down, cupping her breast through her expensive suit.
“You don’t deserve to wear something this good. Take it off.”
Beverly gasped out, “Yes, Mark.” Her hands began working the buttons furiously. The jacket was quickly discarded, the skirt quickly following. She wore neither bra nor panties underneath.
Mark smiled at the sight. “You’re nothing but a common tramp.”
Beverly began to sniffle. Her nipples hardened, as she began to soak her silky white hose.
“You’re lower than the cheapest trailer trash.” His hand touched a nipple, and Beverly whimpered, thrusting her breasts out for further molestation. “You can’t even admit what you are, during the day.”
“I’m sorry, Mark…” Beverly openly wept.
“No you’re not.” Mark’s voice was as hard as iron. “But you will be.”
Mark grabbed the back of her hair then pulled her close. She pleaded with her eyes for him to dominate her.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to tie you up? I will! Now, get on this desk slut, and present your ass to me now!”
He let go of her hair and pushed her away from him, and then with one sweep of his large arm he shoved everything off the top and sent it crashing to the floor. Mark clutched Beverly again, not paying any mind to her trembling and pushed her down on the desk on her belly.
”Don’t you dare move,” he told her with contempt that forbade any further argument. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, he stepped back, and his lips turned into a cynical smile.
The blood began to pound in Beverly’s temples as Mark reached into her desk drawer and pulled out the rope. He grabbed her wrists and held them tightly while securing them behind her back.
“You love this don’t you, slut? Tell me how bad you want me to fuck your brains out. Maybe next time you won’t be such a bitch to me all day.”
Beverly surrendered completely to his masterful seduction and her body began to vibrate with liquid fire.
If sin had a face, it was Mark’s.
He secured her ankles to the desk legs and began to undress, standing in between her creamy thighs, forcing her to feel his hard body against her soft one. The smell of lust began to permeate the room and the scent was intoxicating. Slowly, his hands moved downward, skimming either side of her body to her thighs. He ran his hand over her soaking wet passageway, and his fingers burned into her tingling folds.
Beverly moaned…
SMACK!
Beverly writhed as Mark began to administer the spanking. As his hand came down again and again, she recoiled from each hard slap, and then pushed her ass back out for more. “Oooooooowww…” she moaned…
“Your moans are like music,” Mark grinned. “Slut.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm…” Beverly moaned even louder, in response.
Her ass was beginning to glow a bright pink from his erotic punishment. Without further ado, he tore open her hose, gripped her hips, and pushed himself in. “Ah!” Beverly gasped as he rammed it home in one hard motion. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she gasped out with each hard stroke.
“You feel so good,” Mark groaned as he fucked her. “So tight… such a delicious little slut…”
“Ah…” Beverly moaned, moving with him as best she could. “Your slut…”
Beverly felt herself climbing… climbing towards release…
“NO!” she screamed as Mark pulled out, just short of her release.
“You don’t deserve this, you little whore.” Mark smacked her again. “You don’t deserve my cock.”
“Please…” Beverly groaned.
I’m going out for a bit. You just lie there… I’ll be back when I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Noooooo… Mark…” Beverly began to cry. Mark began to leave, and then paused. Bending down, he gave her a deep kiss, raping her mouth with his tongue. He smiled at the sight of her tearful expression. Then he left.
Beverly sobbed bitterly, her hips undulating. She felt so low. So abandoned, so… hot…
She waited there for what seemed like hours before Mark finally returned. He stripped down completely in front of her as she watched with wide eyes. “Are you ready for me, slut?” Beverly nodded her head frantically, and moaned. Mark moved back behind her and felt her dripping cunt. “Such a good slut…”
“I love you Mark!” Beverly gasped out, impulsively. He responded by smacking her on her ass and growling.
“I love you!” she cried out again, and he spanked her yet again. “I LOVE YOU!” she shrieked, unable to help herself.
Mark pushed himself in, his cock as hard as a rock. She cooed, than gasped as he began roughly groping her tits. She gave a little yelp as he pinched the nipples, and then moaned her appreciation.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled.
“Mark!”
“Who owns you?”
“MARK!”
“Whose cock is this in your cunt?”
“MARK!!”
“Who do you love?” There was an odd catch in his voice, but Beverly was too far gone to notice.
