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  “Before I fuck you, I want you to taste yourself.” Mark slid his fingers from Sara’s pussy and brought them up to her mouth. “Look at me while you suck your own pussy juices from my fingers” Mark ordered. Sara hesitated, then opened her mouth, allowing his fingers inside of her.

  Sara looked deep into Mark’s eyes as she tasted the tangy juices that came from her own pussy, a completely new taste to her. It wasn’t unpleasant, and Sara found that doing exactly what Mark wanted was the biggest turn-on of all.

  “Good girl, now do you want my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “No no,” Mark scolded gently, “I want to hear you say it.”

  Sara blushed, but then whispered “I want your cock.”

  But Mark wasn’t done toying with her. “Where do you want my cock, Sara?”

  Blushing, Sara answered “I want your cock in my pussy.”

  “Look at me when you say it, and say my name.”

  Sara looked him in the eyes, then in embarrassment looked away, before realizing she had no choice. She locked her eyes with his once again and whispered, barely audibly “I want your cock in my pussy, Mark.”

  Mark smiled. “Good girl.” He came over to the edge of the desk.

  His hard cock glistened with precum in the soft light. Sara licked her lips involuntarily as he moved his cock towards her slit. Mark rubbed his cock in some of her pussy juices, pressed it against her, and pushed in with one solid stroke.

  Sara groaned at the discomfort of the biggest cock she’d ever had being forced into her with one stroke. Her walls gave, allowing his girth to slide inside of her. Mark started thrusting his cock in and out of her. Sara wrapped her legs around his hips, so turned on she was doing her best to thrust back with him as he took her pussy completely.

  Sara was so turned on, she knew she was going to cum quickly. “Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuck” she moaned, and Mark took that as a hint to go faster. He started thrusting his cock into her harder and faster, pushing Sara further back along the table with every thrust, then pulling her back to the edge for the next one.

  Mark reached over and grabbed the chain tying the nipple clips together. He pulled on them until they were taught, then pulled harder, causing Sara’s nipples to strain. Pain ran through her body again as the clips pinched at her. When Mark let go of the clips, and the pain subsided, Sara finally fell over the edge, into orgasm.

  “I’m cummming” she cried as waves of pleasure passed over her. The orgasm ripped through her body, sending sparks and fire running through every single fiber of her body. Sara’s back arched against Mark, who was continuing to thrust through the orgasm. She could feel the walls of her pussy clenching on his cock as the orgasm raced through her. She’d never, in all the orgasms she’d had in her life, never once felt anything like this. This was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

  When the orgasm finally passed, Sara realized she was gasping and sweating from the extreme experience she’d just gone through. “Holy shit that was amazing” she exclaimed as Mark thrust faster and faster, himself obviously coming close to his own orgasm.

  Before long, Mark pulled his cock out. “On your knees” he ordered, and Sara obeyed immediately. “Open your mouth” he told her, and just as she did, the first spurt of hot, sticky cum flew from his cock, landing half in her mouth, half on her cheek.

  More and more cum flew out of his cock and all over Sara’s face. She swallowed what landed in her mouth as Mark emptied his cock all over her. When he was finished, he ordered her to lick him clean, which she did.

  Mark brought Sara back to her feet. Even in her three inch heels she was a good six inches shorter than him. “Now, I want you to go home wearing those clips. Once you get home, you can remove them. Can I trust you to do that for me?” Sara nodded yes. She would do anything to see Mark again.

  “Can I see you again?” she asked.

  “Well,” Mark started. “I’m actually looking for a personal assistant at the moment. It would give you a permanent position at this company, the perks are a lot better, but you have to be at my beck and call 24/7, and you have to do anything I want.” His eyes bored into hers. “And I mean, anything.”

  Sara mulled this idea over in her head for a few minutes.

  “I don’t need you to make the decision now, but if you choose to take me up on this, my office is on the 52nd floor. Show up there one morning and I’ll have all of the transfers made. We’ll pay you the full amount of your contract with the temp agency, as well as your new salary as my personal assistant, which would be $100,000 to start with.”

  Suddenly, something clicked in Sara’s head. She gasped. “Oh my God. You’re... that Mark” she exclaimed.

  Mark laughed. “Yes, I am. It’s how I knew that no matter who walked in here tonight, you were always going to keep your job. No one can fire you when you’re fucking the company owner.”

  Sara thought she was going to faint. Here she was, in front of the owner of the company, wearing nipple clips and covered in his cum, and he’d just offered her a job to be his assistant.

  “Well, remember, you’ve got to get home before you can take the clips off. 52nd floor if you want the job. I’ll be waiting” he added with a wink as he got dressed headed towards the elevators.

  Sara stood in shock for a few moments. Then, she grabbed her clothes and put them back on, leaving off the bra as it hurt too much with the clips. She shoved the bra into her purse and headed off herself.

  During the drive home she considered the offer. It definitely paid well, but she wasn’t certain about doing everything he wanted. There would certainly be a lot more rules. And a lot more pain. But the more Sara thought about it, the more she realized she was fighting a losing battle against herself. She wanted this. She wanted him. He was worth billions, and he wanted to use her as his submissive. Sara realized that she was completely willing to do it for him. She smiled as she thought about what she should wear for her new job in the morning.

  One Night in Paris

  Sara’s heart raced as she entered the Terringer International building. She knew this was what she wanted to do, but it was still very nerve-racking.

  Not 24 hours earlier Sara was working as a temp on the 15th floor accounting office, making barely more than minimum wage as she got coffee, made photocopies and organized files.

  Today, Sara was the personal assistant to Mark Terringer, owner and founder of the company, making six figures, but having to submit to his every demand.

  Mark had made the offer to Sara the night before, after he found her working alone in the office. He had wanted her more than anything, and he took her. Sara had come to the realization that his harsh treatment of her, complete with nipple clips, had turned her on tremendously, and when he offered her the new job in exchange for being able to do whatever he wanted to her, Sara simply couldn’t find a downside.

  When she entered the elevator, this time she pressed the button for the 52nd floor. Sara was alone in the elevator, and smiled when she thought about how it all started. The little illuminated box above showing the floors flew past 15, Sara’s old stop. She adjusted her skirt as she thought about what the day was going to bring. Sara didn’t quite know how to dress, but she decided to be a little bit more daring than before, wearing her shortest work dress, ending around six inches above her knee, and her thinnest blouse, which just barely showed the outline of the sexy lace bra she wore.

  When the doors finally opened on the 52nd floor, Sara gasped. Straight in front of her were floor to ceiling glass windows, giving an incredible view over the Manhattan skyline. Sara left the elevator and went to admire the view. The sun was just coming up over the buildings, she could see the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty perfectly. “It pays to be rich” Sara thought to herself.

  Tentatively, Sara moved over to the office door on her right. A plaque on the door that probably cost more than her monthly rent payment read �
�M. Terringer”. Sara paused for a moment, then knocked.

  “Come in” came a female’s voice from inside the door. Sara’s blood ran cold. Suddenly she wondered if she had made the right decision, or was this a huge mistake. Part of her wondered if the woman in the office was going to be naked.

  “Get it together woman, he’s not your husband” Sara scolded herself, then reached for the knob and opened the door, although she still held her breath while opening it.

  The woman was fully clothed, going over some charts with Mark, who immediately stood up to greet her.

  “Sara, hello! Meet Carrie, my VP of Marketing. Carrie, this is my new personal assistant, Sara.”

  Carrie came over and shook Sara’s hand with the firm grip of a powerful businesswoman. “Nice to meet you Sara” she told her with a genuine smile. “You too” Sara replied, suddenly embarrassed that the first thing she thought of when she heard a female voice in Mark’s office was sex.

  “Well,” Carrie said to Mark, “that’s about everything I’ve got for you today, so this is obviously the world’s cue that it’s time for me to leave.” She smiled at Mark, nodded to Sara and walked out, closing the door behind her.

  Mark smiled at Sara. “So, you decided to take me up on my offer did you?” he asked.

  Sara could feel her panties getting moist. “Really, body?” she thought to herself. “He’s said ONE sentence, keep it together.”

  “I would love to be your personal assistant, Mark” were the words that came out of her mouth. She smiled.

  “I like it when you smile, it’s beautiful. Did you like your desk?”

  Sara was confused. “What desk?”

  Mark laughed gently. “Don’t tell me you missed the only piece of furniture in your new office!” he exclaimed.

  Sara had no idea what he was talking about, and told him so. Mark moved to the office door, opened it, and gestured outside. Sara walked over and looked out. Sitting fifteen feet to the left of the elevator doors was a huge modern desk complete with all of the fixings of what Sara assumed the personal assistant of a billionaire CEO needed: computer, notepads, filing cabinets, folders, binders, pens, lamp and a whole lot more. She blushed as she realized that she’d completely missed the fact the desk was there in her rush to admire the view when she stepped off the elevator.

  She looked up at Mark and dared a sheepish grin. “Are you regretting hiring me yet?” she asked, “You might want a personal assistant with eyes.”

  Mark laughed at her joke. “Not a chance! You’re here to stay, let me tell you!”

  Sara smiled. She was becoming more and more comfortable with this decision as every minute went passed. She knew it was the right one to make, but having an actual conversation with Mark was much easier than she thought it would be.

  “Now,” Mark told her, “I’ve made you an appointment downtown to get you some new work clothes that are more appropriate for my PA. Just go in and get them, they’re already paid for. Then when you get back, I’ve got a surprise for you that I’m absolutely certain you’re going to love. There should be a car waiting for you in front of the building.”

  Sara smiled, thanked him, and went down to the lobby. Sure enough, a black Lincoln Town Car was waiting for her outside, the driver opening the door as soon as she came down. This definitely beat the taxi Sara was expecting.

  The driver took her to a department store on 5th avenue. Sara walked in, not really knowing what she was doing. All of a sudden, a tall, super skinny, bleach blonde woman in her late 40s or early 50s came running over, her 4 inch heels making her even taller than she was naturally. She wore a tight fitting skirt and blazer and had more energy than a 5th grade hockey team.

  “Helloooooooo you must be Saraaaaaaa, come on innnnn” she announced, rushing over and whisking Sara into the ladies section.

  Completely bewildered, Sara tried having a quick look around, but was being dragged through the store at a lightning pace by what Sara really, really hoped was one of the employees.

  “I’m Marrrrrgaret” the blonde continued “and Mark personally asked me to make sure you’ve got exactly the right clothes.”

  She arrived at a rack of skirts and blazers, and pulled about a half dozen of each off. Then, she moved over to a table covered in thin blouses, and grabbed a handful. “You’d be a small size four I bet” she said, giving Sara a once-over. “Come, come” she beckoned, and took Sara to a dressing room. She hung up the clothes and told Sara “I’ll be right here waiting when you’re done, make sure they fit!”

  Sara breathed a sigh of relief when she closed and locked the door. She wouldn’t have been too surprised if Margaret had come in to try the clothes on with her. Sara finally got a good look at the clothes that were picked out for her. They looked small, but Sara figured maybe it was just the cut.

  She removed her outer clothes and grabbed a skirt, gasping when she saw the price tag. The skirt definitely cost more than her rent for the month. Sara counted. There were four skirts, four blazers and six blouses picked out for her. She could pay off her student loans with the money that was about to be spent on her. “The rich really do live in a whole other world” she thought to herself as she slipped the skirt on really, really carefully.

  The skirt was tight, but Sara had to hand it to Margaret: she had picked the size perfectly. The skirt was jet black and made of pure silk that felt like heaven on Sara’s legs. It was shorter than any of her other work skirts, however, coming up about 8 inches above the knee, with a slit up the side coming up to nearly her hip.

  The blazers all fit her body like a glove, as did the blouses. They were tight, mostly various shades of off-white that were just a little bit see-through. “Oh well,” Sara thought, “with an inconspicuous bra no one will be able to see anything.”

  She came out of the dressing room and was immediately set upon once more by Margaret.

  “Sooooo... how were they?” she asked like a child waiting to be told they did a good job.

  “Yeah, they were fine, thank you” Sara replied.

  “Oh fantastic! Let me bag them up for you, and then we’ll pick out some shoes.” Sara sighed to herself.

  One hour later, Sara was back in the Town Car with a bag full of new, expensive clothes and six pairs of sexy three-inch heels that combined cost more than her first car. She leaned back into the seat, thankful to be away from that woman at last.

  By the time she’d gotten back to the office, she’d completely forgotten about the surprise Mark had promised her. She went back up to the 52nd floor and put her bags on the floor next to her desk. There was no bathroom up here, so she couldn’t change into her new clothes.

  Mark must have heard her coming out of the elevator, because all of a sudden his door was open and he was standing in the doorway. “Awww, well here I was expecting you to be wearing your new clothes, but I guess this is better, I get to watch you change” he told her.

  Suddenly Sara realized why there was no bathroom in here. He wanted her to change in front of him.

  She reached into the bag and grabbed a blouse, a blazer and a skirt. They were all different shades (grey, black, navy) and so Sara grabbed a matching set. She slipped off her blazer and blouse, and grabbed one of her new, somewhat see-through ones.

  “Oh, no, you’re not wearing that bra!” Mark exclaimed as she went to put on the blouse over it. “Take it off. In fact, don’t worry about wearing bras in the future.”

  “But this is pretty see-through” she exclaimed.

  “Yes, that’s the point” came Mark’s response.

  Sara slipped off her bra and put the blouse on, leaving the three top buttons undone. Her nipples poked through the tight fabric pretty prominently; there was no way to hide them. She grabbed the blazer and slipped it on, doing up a button. It covered her nipples pretty well, but Sara and Mark both knew just how close she was to showing anyone around her breasts.

  He smiled as she grabbed the skirt that matched her blazer.

 
“Same rule for underwear?” Sara asked.

  “You’re a quick learner” Mark replied with a smile.

  Sara slipped off her skirt and panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor. When she bent down to grab the skirt and bring it up, she heard a whoosh of air, and a loud SMACK, right on her ass. Sara let out a yelp of surprise. She looked up to see Mark with a sheepish grin on his face. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

  Sara pulled the skirt up, rubbing her sore ass as she did so. The spot where he spanked her burned like fire. Still, it turned her on. Sara couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to spank her again sometime. She slipped off her shoes and put on one of her new pairs of heels. It was going to take some practice walking in them, but Sara couldn’t deny that she looked and felt super sexy. The look in Mark’s eyes showed her obviously agreed.

  “Now, I told you about a surprise I had planned” Mark told her. “Grab those bags, we’re going to the airport on a business trip.”

  “A business trip? Where to?” Sara had never travelled outside of the US before. She had a passport, but it was more for ID purposes than anything else. She figured they were going to Detroit or something.

  “This should be a good one for you. We’re going to Paris.”

  “Like, the one in Texas?”

  Mark laughed. “No, the slightly bigger one, in France.”

  Sara was incredulous. “What? No way.”

  “Yup, I’ve got a meeting with two of the biggest car manufacturers in France. I have to be there tomorrow morning, so we’re leaving in an hour. Don’t worry about packing anything, you’ve got all your clothes here, and anything else you need like toiletries we can buy when we get there. Do you have your passport?”

  Sara nodded “It’s in my purse.”

  “Good. Then pack some notebooks and pens, things you’ll need to take notes during the meeting. We leave in an hour.”

  Sara felt like she was in a daze for the next hour. She went through her desk and found a few things to take. She wasn’t sure exactly what sort of things a personal assistant did, and she had a sneaking suspicion she wasn’t given this job to take notes, but she still wanted to do a good job.