Christine stumbled to her feet and made her way to Adrian's desk, her heels unsteady.
Still trembling from her climax, the pearls on her thong rubbed against her sensitive flesh, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Their eyes met inevitably.
Adrain sat behind his desk in his pristine suit, fingers resting on his chin, commanding her like a king on his throne.
The computer screen lit up his face, deepening the shadows across his features. His high cheekbones and nose cut sharp lines like a cliff face - devastatingly handsome yet terrifying. From deep-set eyes, his steel-gray gaze pierced her, devoid of emotion.
Just one look from him made her lightly squeeze her thighs.
"Strip. Everything."
His long fingers tapped the desk surface.
She obeyed, undoing her coat buttons to reveal her wet flesh beneath.
Her full breasts sprang free first, nipples still hard from her orgasm. She'd rushed out without a bra, and they pushed against her black slip dress like little peaks.
Then came the dress itself, its hem soaked through. Below, her bare legs glistened with her juices, running from her inner thighs all the way to her pink bare toes.
Christine peeled off her dress. The thin straps of the thong cut into her soft thighs, its fabric clinging wet to her pink flesh. She'd been fucked so hard lately that her sensitive skin was sore from stubble burn, so she'd shaved yesterday. Now her swollen, reddened pussy peeked through the lace, the metal base of the toy still visible at her entrance.
As she bent to remove her sandals, their soles slick with her juices, the dildo shifted inside her. She whimpered, another trickle of wetness running down her inner thigh.
Adrian's eyes narrowed at her trembling, soaked legs.
"Take it out."
Christine looked for somewhere to sit but clearly had no such privilege.
Standing before him, she lowered her head and reached for the dildo, her movements lacking any dignity. Her pussy was so wet and slippery that fingering herself to grip the toy felt overwhelmingly shameful.
Face burning red, the combination of her fingers and the dildo sliding against her sensitive walls nearly pushed her to another orgasm.
She finally managed to remove it, the toy glistening wet. Quickly grabbing a tissue to wrap it, she placed it on Adrian's desk.
She stood nervously awaiting his next command.
After being filled for over 40 minutes, her pussy now felt achingly empty with just cool air rushing in. Christine squeezed her thighs together restlessly, hips making small unconscious movements. Her body instinctively craved something to fill her again - like... a real cock.
In the silence, Adrian rose.
The tall man moved with grace, pulling a tie from his drawer - Christine recognized it as the one he'd used to whip her pussy in this very room.
She swallowed hard as he moved behind her, using the silk to blindfold her, knotting it tight at the back of her head. Though the tie was dry, she felt as if she could smell her own juices mixed with his faint scent of nicotine and whiskey.
Before losing her sight, she'd caught a glimpse of his crotch.
His suit pants were stretched tight over a massive bulge, looking ready to burst.
A deeper, more desperate hunger stirred in her belly.
In the darkness, a smooth ball suddenly filled her mouth. Before she could process it, he pulled the leather straps tight, securing them behind her ears.
The silicone ball forced her lips apart, making her tongue retreat in panic. Within seconds, saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth. She tried desperately to control it, managing only a muffled whimper.
That's when he thrust into her from behind.
She was so wet he met no resistance, sliding deep inside until he hit her cervix. The mix of pain and pleasure shocked through her body like electricity, making her tremble and fall back against him.
Such a strange sensation.
Half agony, half ecstasy.
Lost in these unfamiliar feelings and unable to see, her hands instinctively found her bouncing breasts, squeezing them as they swayed.
With savage thrusts, he yanked on her thong, pulling it back and forth. The pearl kept rubbing against her swollen clit, making her drip endlessly. Her juices ran down his shaft, soaking his balls.
Christine was overwhelmed by the dual assault - her clit being teased while her g-spot was ravaged. The combined pleasure spiraled up from her core. Soon she was moaning incoherently through her gag, cumming for the second time.
She collapsed backward, but Adrian caught her waist. He flipped her over, pressing her into the leather couch.
She heard him walk to his desk, open a drawer, and the clink of metal.
Suddenly, her wrists were seized and locked in cold handcuffs.
Adrian bound her hands behind her head, then used his leg to force her thighs apart into an M-shape.
The position was obscene, her pussy completely exposed and dripping. When she tried to close her legs, he responded with a harsh slap to her ass. Christine screamed through the gag, trying to squirm away, only offering her cheeks up for more punishment.
Her flesh quivered under his palm, quickly growing red and swollen.
Gagged, blindfolded, and cuffed, her face wet with drool and tears, legs spread wide, her glistening pink hole trembling under the lights...
... she looked like nothing but a toy for his pleasure.
The sight of her so helpless sent his sadistic urges soaring to new heights.
Adrian guided his cock to her dripping entrance, his hips rolling forward as his burning length invaded her wetness. After three days of constant fucking, her tender flesh had grown slick and swollen, practically molded to his shape.
The office phone rang. Christine bit down on the ball gag, desperately trying to swallow her moans.
Adrian answered - she couldn't tell who it was, just heard his low "mmhmm" responses and a man's muffled voice on the other end, clearly begging for some favor.
Christine thought Adrian would pause to handle business, or at least give her a break. Instead, still on the call, he gripped her hips and slammed back in. His thick head crushed against her sweet spot, catching her off guard. Her scalp tingled as a whimper escaped.
...The caller must have heard.