Michael's fingers danced across the keyboard as he delved into Dahlia's social history, his eyes narrowing as he examined her Instagram, Facebook, and every trace of her online presence. He couldn't fathom how she had the audacity to leave him for someone else. "Who is he anyway?" he muttered under his breath, his anger simmering.
As he pondered his next move, his receptionist walked into the room, her attire intentionally provocative – a skimpy skirt and a blouse that did little to conceal her cleavage. She was aware of Michael's demands, and her duty was to get every piece of information she could about the man who had picked up Dahlia.
She handed him a folder containing the documents with Abel's information. Michael's eyes scanned the pages frantically, his jaw clenched. The receptionist hesitated for a moment, her voice trembling as she gathered the courage to speak. "Sir, forgive me, but if I'm not mistaken, this girl… she's the one you want. You can't actually think that this guy has a chance of taking her from you."
Michael's gaze turned to her, his expression a mixture of calm and barely contained rage. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, and the consequences of questioning him were imminent but she had to make sure he did not do anything dumb.
"What makes you think that?" Do you know who he is?" Well... "
As she watched him peruse the papers again, her words drifted off.
"I mean, he appears to be a good guy," she explained, seeking to change the subject.
"He looks like a fucking asshole," Michael yelled. " And he will very certainly try to take the woman I love away from me."I do not care if he is a nice person. He is mistaken if he thinks he can take her away from me. "Please return to your work now."The young lady's face sagged. She had never seen Michael that enraged. She picks up his empty cup and attempts to leave the room, but Michael stops her: "Strip for me, I will teach you never to question me."
The young woman shivered at the command, but complied immediately. She pulled down her top, revealing her pert breasts, then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
She stood in front of him wearing only her panties and bra. Michael stared at her body, drinking in the sight of her beautiful curves.
His hand came out to touch her, but she backed away, scared but also excited. "Do not fear," Michael replied, "I am not going to injure you, I am just going to fuck you very, very hard." She nodded. "Now, bend over and show me your ass."
She bent forward, presenting her ass to him, and spread her legs slightly.
Michael ran his hands down her thighs and cupped her pussy through the material of her underwear. He felt her wetness and smiled. "Good girl" he whispered, and pushed her panties aside, exposing her tight pussy.
He licked her lips, tasting her sweetness, and pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned, and he grinned, pleased by her response. He continued finger fucking her while he used his other hand to rub her clit.
She was already close to orgasm when he stopped, and she whimpered. "Please..." she begged, "please, please let me cum... I'll be... I'll be good I promise" Michael smiled and withdrew his fingers.
He brought them up to his mouth, savouring her taste, then pushed them into her mouth. "Clean them" he ordered. The young woman obeyed, sucking on his fingers, cleaning every inch of his hand with her tongue.
"That's good" he praised, and pushed her back onto the desk. He lifted her legs and placed them in such a way that she resembled a pretzel, he took out cuffs from his drawers and held her in place, then he lined his cock up with her entrance.
He rubbed the tip against her pussy, teasing her entrance very slowly,coating himself with her juices, he slapped his dick on her oussy a couple of times and then suddenly pulled away.
"What...what are you doing" she asked
"You don't deserve my dick" said Michael unzipping his pants, "however, I could give you something equally long and hard"
Michael then slips three of his fingers inside her at once in attempt to fist her. She screamed in pain, but he ignored her cries and continued pushing his fingers deeper inside her, stretching her open.
"You want this, don't you?" he asked, "you want me to fuck you, don't you?" She nodded, unable to speak, tears streaming down her face. "Say it!" he demanded, "tell me what you want, bitch"
"Fuck me Sir! "
Michael thrust his hand as deep as it would go inside her, and she screamed again, but he didn't stop. Instead, he began pumping his fist in and out of her pussy, using her pussy juice as lubricant.
Her pussy walls were stretched around his fingers, and she was screaming in pain. She tried to move away, but Michael grabbed her hips and held her still.
He increased the speed of his thrusts until he was slamming his fist into her pussy as fast as he could, and her screams became incoherent.
"I'm gonna cum" she groaned, and pulled his hand out. He quickly shoved his entire fist inside her, and pumped her one last time. He pulled his hand out, and she fell to the floor, exhausted from her ordeal. "Now get out of my office and do your job!"
Michael yelled, "and get something to clean my hand you dirty slut "
Micheal collapsed on his chair and thought to himself
After all that and I'm still thinking about her....Dahlia, you will be mine.
All.mine