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Just a Little Off the Top [HasturTheKing And LittleLan]

HasturTheKing

HasturTheKing

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Jul 5, 2020
At first glance, Rothbard Family Ford seemed like the least likely place for an intricate story about blackmail to take place. A quaint little car dealership nestled in an idyllic American suburb, it seemed so serene at first glance but a tumultuous storm of lust and betrayal remained hidden within its walls.

The Rothbard's had been in the automotive industry since the forties and the dealership had passed through three generations of their family before it wound up in the hands of the brothers who now owned it. Jefferson and Dante Rothbard were polar opposites as brothers. Jefferson was a hard partier who rarely concerned himself with the company's finances at all, as long as the dealership supplied him with enough money to keep up his daily requirement of alcohol and lap dances, he was more than happy to let his brothers run amok.

Dante on the other hand was a stalwart professional. A prim and proper man who dedicated most of his life to the daily function of the dealership. In fact, his obsession with the maintenance of his great-grandfather’s legacy was so great that it had a rather negative effect on his life outside of work. In his mid-thirties and never married, it seemed like Dante was cursed to be a lifelong bachelor though he didn’t seem too concerned with the proposition from his outward appearance. Inside however he was a bit more conflicted with his inability to find a suitable partner and it had started to show in the aggressive way he disciplined some of his more wayward employees.

For now, Dante stood before a large glass window in his office that overlooked the dealership lot. His left hand clenched tightly in his right as he watched his salesmen and women dotter around the dealership that monday afternoon. While his eyes were focused on the lot, his mind had other places to be as evidenced by the large assortment of financial records and documents that were strewn about his antique oak desk. It was a familiar soft feminie rapt at the large double doors that guarded his office that woke him from his haze. He marched to the door and opened it to see his secretary Kristine before him, a woman he had a bit more than casual fondness for.

"Sit." Dante ordered in a harsh tone unfamilar to his most-trusted employee. Uninterested if she would follow his orders or not at the moment, he strided behind his desk and took a seat in the large wingedback leather chair that served as his throne. Dante was a tall, lanky man at six foot two and around a hundred seventy pounds. He wore a handmade navy blue italian suit that accented his wiry frame particuarly well. A pink hankerchief rested in his right breastpocket as he picked up a manilla folder up from his desk and offered it to his compatriot.

"As I'm sure you are aware Kristine, someone has been charging our repair customers for parts that they never received. At first I thought it might have been someone in the repair department but these repairs were authorized with my name even though I never signed off ofn them. The only person who has the abillity to do that here other then me is you so my only question is, why? Why have you betrayed my trust in such a vile manner? I thought we had something special together." Dante's choice of words belied the fact that he was more hurt by his employees breach of trust then the money she had stolen from him.

"Don't worry I'm not going to fire you. Just help me understand so I can decide how to punish you properly."
 
Kristine Cho had approached this day like any other. She had worked for the car dealership for almost a year now, and the days tended to be a bit routine and monotonous, except when Jefferson would occasionally show up. Today, though, it didn't seem likely that he would, so she had assumed it would be a routine day of filing, phone calls, and e-mails.

She was sitting at her desk, dressed in a green skirt and white blouse with matching heels when Dante Rothbard summoned her. She knew better than to ignore that summons. Where his brother was loose and enjoyed partying, Dante was absolutely proper and serious at all times. If anyone would discover her little secret, she knew it would be him. Still, it had been a year. It was unlikely she'd ever get caught at this point, she figured.

She was confident enough that she didn't feel nervous when she knocked softly on the massive doors protecting his inner domain. In moments, she heard his feet on the floor before the doors opened and he stood there, pointing her to his desk. So far, it was all normal. He was handsome in his blue, tailored suit, but normal went out the window when he didn't engage in any formalities. Instead, it was one word. "Sit."

She didn't even think as she sat in the leather chair across from his desk, crossing her legs demurely, looking at him askance as he moved to the desk and sat in his own large, opulent chair. He was a king addressing a subject, and she'd never felt smaller. She had a feeling what was coming.

Taking the folder he offered her, she didn't even bother to open it. She knew what was in it as he began explaining to her the scheme she had used. Order phantom parts from a shell company, collect the money from the dealership, then pass it on to her parents. They were dirt poor and desperatea, and she didn't make enough to support them fully, so she'd had to do something! She thought she had been clever and would get away with it. She apparently had been wrong.

Her heart pounded as she leaned forward, clutching the folder in her hand. She knew better than to try to deny it and fell instead on begging. Hearing the hurt in Mr. Rothbard's voice pierced her heart and made her guilt burn bright. "Mr. Rothbard, sir, please... I didn't mean anything by it! I appreciate working here and everything that you've offered. It's my parents, sir.. they needed the money. It was only to help them that I did it. Please, don't call the police on me."

Tears streamed down her face as she continued. "Please, let me make it up or something. I.. need this job and.. and I can't go to prison. Please."
 
Dante listened carefully as Kristine sobbed uncontrollably before him and pleaded with him not to fire her. A strange mixture of discomfort and absolutely ecstasy pierced his heart as he watched the emotionsal display unfold.

"And how exactly do you plan to make it up to me, Miss Cho?" Rothbard questioned with a clearly lecherous look in his eyes, a suggestion of the first wicked thought that had crossed his mind when he saw Kirstine in tears before him.

"If you intended to pay me back through labor, it'd take you twenty years of working for free to pay me back with just how much you've stolen. You must have some other asset that can you offer me to save your job and your parents the shame of having a daughter locked away in some cold prison in the middle of nowhere."

Dante had run this conversation through his head since his lunch break and it always ended the same way. A way that he was both loathe to admit and devilishly excited for. As his employee continued to sob he maneuvered his chair out from behind his desk and strolled over to the door that led to his office. With a loud click he locked it and turned to his compatriot once more.

"Perhaps I am as much of a fool as you think I am, Miss Cho. You see because what I should be doing right now is calling the police and having you dragged out of here in handcuffs but I'm not doing that because I see something in you. Potential. Potential not just to be a fantastic secretary but the potential to be so much more."

Every word Dante spoke, he spoke with coldhearted authority. He had Kristine between a rock and a hard place and he knew it. Even delighted in it.Though he was still a bit nervous about how she would react to his inevitable proposition.

“Ever since I was a young man, I have wanted a pet. Someone who I can take all of my frustrations with this miserable little world out on. My deal for you is simple, become my slave for a year and I’ll forget you ever stole a dime from me in the first place. I’m not a complete monster. I’ll give you the chance to decline but know that if you say no the first thing I’m going to do is call the police and hand over that entire file to them as soon as possible.”

Rothbard strolled over to the large window that overlooked the dealership and drew the blinds.

“If you agree to our little deal then the first thing I want you to do is undress for me. Right now. I want to see what exactly all my money has been paying for for the last year.”
 
Kristine could only sit, sobbing, as Mr. Rothbard began dressing her down, telling her exactly how long it would take her to labor to pay him back for the money. And it had already been spent. Her parents had paid off almost all of their debts thanks to her help, but that was little assistance right now. She couldn't turn it back into cash and give it back to him.

As he talked about calling the police and seeing her dragged out into chains, she shook her head, sobbing loudly, hands clenched pleadingly on the desk as the folder fell forgotten to the floor.


"No.. No! Not that!" she said as he continued, saying that he saw potential in her to be even more than just a fantastic secretary. What did that mean? What was he saying?

He went on to tell her that he wanted a pet. A pet? What was his desire for a dog right now?? She didn't catch him saying "someone" instead of "something", but the next sentence caused her to freeze, eyes wide, as he proposed her becoming a slave to him for a year. One year and he would forget and forgive everything. One year as a.. sl-slave. The alternative was prison, where she would be eaten alive! She knew she'd never survive that!

He stood and moved to the window, closing the blinds, while his deep, dark voice told her to strip. To show him what she was bartering. What he was.. taking.

She sat, frozen, as he stared at her unmoving. A slave. She knew he wasn't talking about someone to do his dishes. She knew what he meant. Could she do it? She'd never even dreamed of such a thing.. she'd had relationships, but.. but nothing more than boring romance!

She found herself standing up, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, eyes cast down in shame. Soon, all too soon, she reached the last button and let her blouse slide to the floor, fluttering, revealing her pink cotton bra and flat tummy.

Shivering, burning with shame, she didn't dare stop for fear of not being able to start again, she unzipped the side of her skirt and all too quickly it, too, was falling to the floor to show her pink boyshorts. For a moment, she paused, praying that would be enough... but his look made it clear it wasn't.

Reaching behind her back, her fingers shook and it took a few attempts before she was able to unhook her bra, sliding her arms out of it and setting it gently in the chair, her dark, eraser nipples stiffening in the cool air of the room. Of course it wouldn't be because she was excited... not at all!

Finally, she hooked her pink panties around the hem and pulled them down, stepping out of them one leg at a time before standing back up, fully bare, untamed bush revealed to him as she trembled and shook, moving her arms to try and cover herself as quickly as she could, tears pouring down her cheeks the entire time.
 
For the first time in a long time, Dante Rothbard felt joy,true joy, as he watched Kristine's hands fumble nervously with her blouse. His normally cold expression twisted into one of pleasure as she continued to tease him with the slow reveal of her bare breast. Dante could see that beneath all of her fear that there was just a bit of excitement just as beneath his excitement there was just a bit of sympathy that made his stomach turn as he watched those tears roll down her face.

"Don't cry." He whispered softly as he ambled over towards his now undressed companion and removed a pink handkerchief from his suit pocket. Gently, he dabbed at tears that ran down her cheek and lifted her head so her gaze could meet his own. There was a softness to his cerulean eyes that contradicted the cruelty of his previous words and actions. He stared at her tenderly for a few moments, his gaze only broken when he brought his lips forwards to touch hers in a short passionate kiss.

There was a part of him that had always dreamt about this moment with Kristine. A moment where she could see him less as the hard nosed disciplinarian he desperately tried to project and more as the hopeless romantic he truly was. He knew that his softness did little to lessen
The sting of his blackmail but he offered it to her nonetheless. As she desperately tried to cover herself with her arms, Dantel leaned forwards once more to whisper into her ear.

“On your knees."

He commanded as his own hands now fumbled for the zipper of his navy blue slacks. Dante had felt his pants tighten as he watched his goregous secretary undress and knew that now was the perfect time to test just how commited to fulfilling his every wish she was. With far less fanfare then Kristine had received for her bout of nudity, Dante released his now erect penis from the cloth sheath that covered in it. It turned out that money wasn't only thing his parents had gifted him with as shown by the sizeable length of his now erect shaft.
 
Mr. Rothbard's actions confused her, as he approached her naked form and wiped her cheeks with his handkerchief. She sniffled and looked up at him as he lifted her head, craning as he was so much taller, and looked into his soft eyes. Her lips quivered, and then he was kissing her, his stubble stinging her cheeks as he passionately held her, tongue sliding into her mouth. All she could do was close her eyes and wait for it to be over.

Finally, he pulled back and stood before her again, strong and powerful with her naked and helpless.

Three words came from his mouth. Three words that made her burn red hot all over again.

And she had no choice but to obey!

Trembling, she sank down to her knees, the tile digging into her knees as she looked up at him, dark hair spilling down her back, knees slightly spread. He fumbled with his zipper, quickly freeing the large bulge that Kristen had noticed more than once in the past, always feeling bad afterward for imagining what it might look like. How big it might actually be.

And now she knew. She stared at the monster that he had unleashed, long and thicker than anything she had seen before. There was no chance it could even fit in her! How could a man be gifted with such... a beast of a cock!

A drop of precum dangled from the tip of it and her eyes locked on that, seeing the light playing in the glistening moisture as it hung, suspended in the air before falling to the floor.

"Please.." she whispered, not sure what she was asking for.. just terrified of the sight before her and the situation she was in.
 
Dante was torn by his emotions as he watched Kristine tremble and beg beneath him. On one hand, he felt sorrow for the way his body craved hers yet on the other he knew this wasn't how she felt when she embezzled from him in the past. There was a sick sense of righteousness to his actions that he was too weak to ignore. As she desperately pleaded with him to let her go, his right hand found purchase in the lucious black locks of her hair and pushed her head forwards towards his erect member. The tip of it prodded at her lips as tears continued to swell in her doe like eyes. There was a part of him that was disgusted with himself for his actions but the tightness in his loins overwhelmed his distrust and he bucked his hips forward to split her lips apart. The sorrowful sobs that previously filled his office were now replaced with painful gags as he violated his secretary's mouth with wanton disregard. His meticulously pedicured toes curled into the expensive italian loafers that housed them as a small moan escaped his pursed lips. Each short thrust of his hips sent a wicked shiver up his spine as he pleasured himself with Kristine’s mouth.

“You’re not going to make me do all the work are you? It’ll be quicker if you help me.” Dante chided his forlorn employee for her lack of co-operation as the gyrations of his hips came to a stop, his swollen member still resting heavily on her tongue. Dante wasn’t a completely heartless bastard, he knew Kristine wanted this over as soon as possible so the sooner she let down her guard and worked his shaft herself, the sooner she'd be let free of his grubby little grasp.
 
Instead of showing her mercy, Mr. Rothbard grabbed a handful of her thick, black hair and pulled her toward the cock. She struggled, sharp pain pulling at her scalp, as the cockhead approached closer and closer, brushing up against her lips and making her moan in fear. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks as shoved forward and the shaft forced its way deep into her mouth, hitting against her throat.

Instantly, she was gagging, pushing against his thighs, trying to pull herself off. There was no escaping, though. The hand in her hair held her in place as he thrust again.. and again.. the shaft so thick it made her lips feel as if they were tearing, the cock pushing into her throat again and again.

She had little experience with blowjobs, but never had anything near an experience like this. Her eyes rolled back as he thrust again.. then again.. asking her if she was going to make him do all the work.. that it would be faster if she helped.

She had to do something.. spit and precum dripped from her chin down onto her bare breasts as she shifted her hands to behind his thighs, trying to get balance as the tips of her heels pressed into her backside. Gurgling and gagging, she tried to open her mouth a bit wider and begin to move back and forth, sliding her mouth up and down the hot, throbbing shaft, large eyes looking up at the man whose cock she was basically swallowing.. worshipping.. and feeling shame mixed with an awareness of.. pleasure. A heat in her stomach she wanted to deny. To run away from. But instead she continued working his cock as best she could, gagging and coughing against it as she made a mess of herself in the goal of giving him as much pleasure as he wanted, surrendering, just for the moment, to his wild need.
 
It was rare for Dante Rothbard to feel this much pleasure in the company of a woman. He had had his fair share of late night concubines but none gave him the feeling of pure submission that Kristine had. As her eyes lifted towards him he met her wayward gaze with a devious grin, an outward reflection of the callous pleasure her discomfort gave to him. As she continued to thrust her mouth along his unprotected shaft, a series of wild moans escaped his lips. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth set on his body on fire in a way that was hard to put into words. He watched with diligent approval as his dick twitched and throbbed inside the vessel of Kristine's mouth, she was every bit as passionate a lover as he had dreamed of. His hand grasped her hair just a bit tighter as he felt the first wave of an orgasm rush over him, his dick spasmed violently in her mouth as a stream of warm sperm ejaculted from it's tip. Kristine's mouth was coated in salty liquid as Dante closed his eyes and lost himself in the greatest pleasure a man could receive. There was a part of him angry with himself for letting her take him that far but the sheer euphoria that overwhelmed his senses more than made up for his dissapointment. As he slowly regained control of his senses, he pulled his limp cock from Kristine's mouth and stared at her intently.

"Don't think for a second that this makes us even. There's still more of your body I have yet to explore and this was only the beginning of our companionship. Meet me here in my office tomorrow at lunch."

Dante instructed as he zipped up his slacks and walked over to unlock his office door. There was a part of him that wondered if Kristine would ever return. If she would instead be too overtaken by fear then to meet him again in the very office where he had defiled her. Nonetheless, he waited for her to get dressed and saw her on her way out. A hankerchief offered to wipe the spit from her bare form as she reclothed herse
 
Kristine wasn't nearly experienced enough to know when Mr. Rothbard was close, so she was shocked when she felt the first spurt of cum shoot directly down her throat, gagging roughly. His hand held her in place, and she had no choice but to swallow quickly, desperately, as more and more was pumped into her. She thought it would never end as it spilled out of her mouth and past her lips. Finally, though, he pulled back and she sank down to the ground coughing, struggling to catch her breath. She felt like she had just run a marathon.

She looked up at him as he put his cock back into his pants and zipped up, opening the door as if nothing had happened while telling her this didn't make them even. That there would be more tomorrow.

At lunch.

She wanted to do nothing more than to run away, but she was only wearing a pair of heels, so she was shamed to have to get dressed again in front of him, not even bothering with the panties or bra, wanting to just be gone. Finally, she accepted the handkerchief to wipe her mouth and breasts before finally leaving, running out the door without even saying anything. What could she say??

She was humiliated as she made her way home, stopping only to finally put on her panties and bra, checking herself in the women's room to make sure nothing was obvious. She knew, though. She. Knew.

She was certain anyone else could tell. She'd blown her boss. She'd prostituted herself to save herself. Sex for money. She was a whore.

It was a long bath that helped calm her down enough to finally get some sleep that night, but even then her dreams were dark, erotic, and confusing.

The next day, she dressed in a a red knee-length dress and white pumps, before heading into the office. She wanted to run. She wanted to disappear and change her name and never think about Omnicron again. But she couldn't. She was trapped in a web of her own making. He was too rich. Too powerful. He'd find her. She was sure of that.

And so it was that she made it through another workday, trying to focus on work but spending most of her time looking at the clock.

11:45.
11:52.
11:57.

Standing up, she went to his door and knocked twice before opening and entering it, heart pounding in her chest and her panties already wet.
 
Dante nodded softly at Kristine as she entered his office at twelve o'clock on the dot. He respect her punctallity quite a bit. The soft click of a laptop's keyboard echoed through the sparsely decorated office as he gestured for her to take a seat in front of him with a nod.

"Kristine, tell me about yourself. I thought about our relationship last night and realized how little I actually know about you. I know you've worked at the dalership for a year now and I know that you care deeply about your parents but I'm curious about who exactly it is I now have wrapped around my finger. What are your hobbies? Do you have any pets? These may seem like prying questions but our relationship can't just be physical. It'll get boring if all we do when we meet each other is screw like uncontroallable animals." Mr. Rothbard questioned as he closed his laptop and slid open the third drawer of his desk. He produced two glasses from inside and a bottle of Lagavulin sixteen that was three-quarters of the way full. It was a bottle he kept for partiuarly large deals the dealership made. He poured himself a glass and slid another one over to Kristine as he waited for her to answer. She didn't seem like much of a scotch drinker but he was curious if she would accept his gift nonetheless.

As he waited for her to answer he slowly slipped his glass and eyed the lovely red dress she had worn for him. For his part in their tryst, he wore a blue dress shirt with grey slacks and the same pair of handmade italian loafers that he always wore. Despite the brutality that he had inflicted on her the day prior, there was a softness to Dante at the moment that betrayed his sinister nature.
 
She wasn't sure what she expected.. but this wasn't it. An invitation to sit and tell her about himself. An offer of a fine Scotch. And even though she didn't drink, she could tell it was a fine vintage. Her father had always enjoyed Scotch when he could convince someone to give him some.

"Thank you, sir, I don't drink," she said, trying not to think of herself kneeling on the ground naked. Trying not to think of the taste of his cum, the flavor that still lingered no matter how she scrubbed her teeth.

"I'm.. well, I enjoy music. Especially classical music and opera. I've never gotten to go to one but I have recordings that I enjoy a lot. I, uh, also like to run and do jigsaw puzzles and read. I don't really have any hobbies beyond that. I mainly focused on my school work and then getting, well, this job."

She was stammering and felt like an idiot. She was so off balance. Wasn't he going to use her? What was this? He sipped his drink, looking so handsome in his dress shirt and slacks, while all she wanted to do was just disappear into the floor!

She didn't want to be wrapped around his finger. She didn't want a relationship with him. And she couldn't figure him out at all! Why couldn't he be more predictable. Maybe then she could mount a defense. Anticipate what he might do next. Instead, all she could do was react and it was driving her mad, sitting across from him with him having seen her every inch and him never even being undressed beyond his zipper! It just wasn't fair!
 
A sly grin crossed Dante’s lips as Kristine explained her hobbies to him. He could tell just how nervous she was from the way she fumbled over her words and he found it unbelievably cute. “You know, if you’re a good enough girl for me I might take you to the orchestra myself someday. I’m a rather huge fan of Ravel and Bizet.” Mr. Rothbard teased as he knew it would make her just a bit more uncomfortable. The soft burn of alcohol faded into the back of his throat as a slight buzz overtook his chaste sobriety. It was pretty unusual for Rothbard to drink in the afternoon but something about Kristine’s company made him throw caution to the wind.

“Now another question I had after our little tryst yesterday was what your relationship status is. I’d hate to think I intruded upon a loving relationship with my feral actions during our last meeting.” Dante words had an understated level of honesty to them. There was a small spot in the back of his mind that felt terrible about the way he had treated Kristine the day prior.

"You know when I told you to meet me here yesterday my plan was to bend you over this desk and absolutely fuck your brains out.I'm probably still going to do that to be honest with you but I'm glad we had this talk first. It makes the moments where I take complete control of your frail, trembling body so much better. I have to compliment you on your form last night, The subtle feel of your mouth is going to be an experience that will last with me for the rest of my life." Mr. Rothbard wasn't usually that vulgar but he felt at ease with her and the words just sort of spilled out from his mouth.
 
Mr. Rothbard sipped at the scotch as he talked to Kristine, keeping everything casual despite the words he was saying. She did allow herself a moment to imagine herself at the opera. Dressed in a glamorous dress, wearing the best jewelry, everyone around her jealous!

But then she thought of the price... arriving as a slave on the arm of her Master, and she shivered.. she thought it was from fear.

He then referred to the day before, when she was on her knees.. pleasuring him.. and she squirmed in her seat at the memory. She almost missed the question about her personal life.

"N-no, sir, I'm.. I'm single," she said. "I had a boyfriend but we broke up a couple months ago. I was spending too much time at work."

She almost wished she had a relationship. Someone strong who could protect her and stand up for her. Someone that could back down Mr. Rothbard. But did that man even exist? Was there anyone who could stand up to this powerful and confident man??

He then caused her to imagine herself naked and pressed into the desk, that big cock deep inside her, claiming her as his, and she found it hard to concentrate on his words as the flush rose on her cheeks and collarbone, her stomach doing weird little flipflops.

"S-sir, I.. really don't think that kind of talk is appropriate. What.. what happened yesterday, it was.. uhm... not what I would, uh, normally do," she said, stammering, not sure what she was even trying to say. She felt off-balance. Out of control. His eyes pierced into her soul, his powerful aura surrounded her. She felt like she couldn't quite catch her breath.
 
Kristine’s defiance caught him off guard and awoke the sleeping beast that lay inside him. A conceited smirk crossed his lips as he spoke once more. “Are you really going to pretend like there isn’t a part of you that’s deeply excited about what happened yesterday. You came here today of your own volition fully aware of what I may have had in store for you, You may be able to fool other people with your innocent, shy demeanor but I know you more intimately than anyone.” Dante snapped back in an accusatory tone. Perhaps it was pure arrogance that made Mr. Rothbard believed Kristine enjoyed his company but the way she blushed and shifted in her seat made him think there were things her body wanted that she was too shy to express. As he allowed his inculpatory words to fill the room, Rothbard slid his chair out from beneath his desk and stood up to make his way behind Kristine. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to let his warm breath tickle against the back of her neck.

“You know, the more you fight back and pretend to hate it the more joy you’re alleged discomfort gives me. The easiest way to get me to stop is too fully embrace it and enjoy yourself. Then you’ll deny me the pleasure I get from teasing you so mercilessly.” Dante's words were a strange mixture of creepy and romantic as he rubbed his secretary’s shoulders beneath him. He was content to massage her shoulders for the time being as he thought about what twisted desire he wanted to subject her to next.
 
She shivered as Mr. Rothbard stood, moving over to her as he chided her for denying the day before and what she had chosen for herself. He couldn't be right. She'd had no choice, right? She'd... been trapped. Or had she chosen? Had she truly offered herself?

She was confused as he placed his hands on her, holding her in place by her shoulders, leaning down to talk into her ear, his breath tickling the back of her neck and making her shiver.

He said that the more she fought, the more he enjoyed. That giving in was the best way to get him to stop and just embrace it. For a moment, it was tempting, but she fought it off.

"No!" she said, with more strength than she expected. His strong hands were kneading her shoulders, making her relax in spite of herself, but she resisted. She hadn't been beaten down nearly enough yet to give in. "I'll not give in. I.. don't want this. I am giving you what you need to.. to not arrest me, but.. you never made me promise to like it. To want it."
 
Mr. Rothbard was caught off guard by Kristine's staunch denial that she enjoyed her time with him. He seemed to have struck a nerve with her which both intrigued and troubled him at the same time. As his hands continued to knead her shoulders bent over to place a kiss on her lips. His tongue explored the recesses of her mouth with devilish intent as his right hand drifted down to the front of her red dress. He fondled her breast roughly with his tongue still planted firmly in her mouth. A certain warmth grew between his lips as he groped Kristine without concern. She was his toy and he would play with her as he pleased. He pulled his back from hers, a small bit of saliva dripping from his mouth as he eyed her intently. "Bend over" He ordered as he removed his hand from her dress. If she hestiated even for a moment, he'd physically assist her in getting up from her chair. He wasn't above manhandling her if she denied his wicked advances.
 
Kristine was surprised as he leaned over and kissed her, his tongue pressing into her mouth and exploring it, a soft moan escaping her despite herself as her skin heated from the attention.. the presence of his strength.. as his hand slid down to play with her breast, squeezing and rubbing it roughly, causing her to squirm.

She was just losing herself in it when he stood up and pulled back, leaving her gasping for breath as he ordered her to bend over.

Something compelled her to behave. To follow the order. She found herself standing and bending over the desk, her hands splayed on either side of her. Her breath was fast, her heart hammering in her throat. She didn't want this. She desperately did. She was terrified. She was in need. she was torn and confused.
 
Mr. Rothbard sauntered over to Kristine with an air of arrogance as she presented herself for him on top of his desk. His smooth hands slid up her thighs and dragged the cloth that covered her sex down as the cold air lapped at her now bare privates. The sound of his zipper premated the tension filled silence of the room as his now erect penis peered out from the inside of his dress slacks. He placed a heavy a hand on the back of Kristine’s neck and pushed her flat as his hips jutted forward, the tip of his shaft piercing her wet sex with force as he pushed his hips into her.Mr. Rothbard sauntered over to Kristine with an air of arrogance as she presented herself for him on top of his desk. His smooth hands slid up her thighs and dragged the cloth that covered her sex down as the cold air lapped at her now bare privates. The sound of his zipper premated the tension filled silence of the room as his now erect penis peered out from the inside of his dress slacks. He placed a heavy a hand on the back of Kristine’s neck and pushed her flat as his hips jutted forward, the tip of his shaft piercing her wet sex with force as he pushed his hips into her. A series of short moans burst forth from his lips as he fucked Kristine rhythmically against his desk.
 
Leaning on the desk, Kristine could hear the movements behind her but couldn't see. She couldn't lift her head from the desk, the cool wood on her hot cheek. She didn't want to see him approach her as the sound of his zipper filled the air. Closing her eyes, she waited.. wanting nothing more than for it to be over. Nothing more than to feel him filling her. She was utterly torn.

A hand settled on her neck, pushing her down flat onto the desk, breasts mashed into the wood as he slid into her easily with one movement, making her gasp and moan out, her tunnel stretched more than it ever had been before, a sharp ache bringing tears to her eyes even as they widened at the sensation of being so incredibly filled.

Her body responds, clenching against the invader, as he moans out and pulls out before pushing in again.. and again.. claiming and conquering her.

Tears stain the wood and she knew she should hate this, but her body responded naturally, wetting more and massaging the cock inside of her, small sharp stings of pain forcing her attention as he hit her cervix again and again, her feet kicking in pleasure.. in pain.. her mind shrouded with lust and confusion as the bare cock took what it wanted from her.
 
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