Oh.”
His head bent towards her face. She could smell his cool breath. “‘Oh?’ That’s all you have to say for yourself?”
“I—I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you are. Who the fuck misspells the CEO’s name? I think you did this on purpose—to embarrass me.”
Mary went rigid with horror. “Of course not.” Had she done it on purpose?
Then he flipped her skirt over her back and pulled down her panties. Mary gasped as the cool air struck her pussy. Was he going to fuck her here? Mary felt excited at the thought, and immediately felt guilty.
“I want you to keep reading the email until I am convinced you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Ok,” Mary said. “Dear Mr. Smi—AH!”
Mr. Gray’s hand came down on her ass in a vicious slap. The burn from his blow spread across her sensitive skin. She had hardly finished the next sentence when he had struck her again. Mary reeled against the blows, tears stinging her eyes. The slaps reminded her of the times when Mr. White had spanked her, and the sexual excitement she had felt. She felt it now with every blow of his palm against her ass, his hand so close to her pussy, reminding her of rough sex.
Mr. Gray was unforgiving in his punishment. The burning sensation overwhelmed her as he continued to hit her, and every strike was just as cruel as the one before it. At last, when she had finished the email, Mr. Gray stopped and unbuckled his pants. Mary widened her hips, her pussy ready for his assault. He positioned himself and Mary barely felt his cock before he had thrust it inside her, his hands holding her hips. She felt onto the desk as his rod impaled her.
“I will not let anyone sabotage my career, Miss Kramar. You will learn to obey me with the same devotion you gave to Mr. White. Even if I leave—you will be mine. I own you.”
Mr. Gray delivered his speech as he railed into her; every word seemed to be emphasized by his iron cock bruising her insides. Mary moaned in pain as his dick pounded her, his flesh slapping her bruised ass. It felt so good to have this dominant, evil man drilling her from behind. Her breasts were smashed against the desk, and it hurt, but every slam of his cock inside her tight channel made every physical pain an accent of the pleasure. He hardly made a sound as he hammered his cock, which glided in her pussy juice. His fingers tightened around her hips and he was like a jackhammer, fucking her so hard and fast that Mary could do nothing but bend over for him like a slave, letting him take her however he wanted. He was slamming into the desk so hard that objects were starting to topple, stacks of paper slid to the floor and his coffee mug was knocked over. Mary bucked her hips, loving the way he filled her and his merciless pounding. It felt so good.
Then he paused and let her gasp on the desk, her pussy burning with an ache.
“I want to hear you say it. Say that you’re my slave.”
She was Mr. White’s slave, but she could not deny the power he held over her. “I’m yours.”
The wonderful thickness slid out of her pussy, and Mary knew that she had disappointed him. “No—I’m your slave! Please, Mr. Gray.”
She felt his hardness return to her wet lips, and the sweet pressure of his hands sent him gliding inside her soaking pussy. He didn’t say anything as his penis slammed against her. He threw himself into the desk and held her hips. Mary felt his dick seize and felt a shooting, wet sensation and knew he had shot a huge load inside her cunt. Mary groaned loudly and he slapped his palm around her mouth. Her vagina contracted around his dick as he pumped a few more times, making sure her pussy swallowed all of his semen.
Then he slipped out of her—breathing a little heavier than usual. He pulled up his pants and Mary began to lift herself from the desk, but he shoved her back down.
“No, you stay there until I say otherwise. Keep reading that email.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mary did as she was told, even