A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

[Dark Prince]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Damien looked over his shoulder as he led Macy to the couch, relishing the decadent sight of the half-naked woman crawling after him. The motion was unnatural at first, no one crawled at her age anymore, and the pressure of his hand tugging her ponytail was relentless as she had to quickly figure out how to keep up. Fortunately, there was no way a woman could not look sexy crawling and Macy was no exception, her ass undulating and body swinging seductively as she alternated her hands and knees with every stride.

"You crawl well, it suits you. Any man that saw you would want to fuck you," said Damien casually as he tugged her after him. She would likely hate the fact that this demeaning act was only making her more attractive in his eyes. "Think about how this makes you feel. I'll want to know later."

The office was large and Damien took a meandering path, giving Macy plenty of time to let the humiliation of how he was treating her sink in. Even hotter than the naturally seductive motion of her body, Damien loved how she looked nothing like the powerful editor she had been minutes earlier. Instead, this humbling act had reduced her to a subhuman animal like status, a bitch being walked by its master. It was a bitter pill to swallow and he savored the anger he felt flaring anew towards him as she reluctantly obeyed his orders. At the same time, he knew she was trying desperately to repress other, more embarrassing feelings that were welling up. It was difficult for the prideful woman to acknowledge, but she was very much turned on still and the hot shame of her indignity was only making her wetter. She couldn't blame his fingers for the juices dripping down her thighs now as she crawled behind her new master, it was all from her own dark desire. In addition, there was a glimpse of the tantalizing freedom that giving up control could offer, something she was loathe to accept. But despite her hatred of submitting, Damien could sense that she found the inexorable pull of his hand strangely relaxing. It forced a a mindless yielding of control that freed her of the chains of vanity, ego and ambition, if she could just obey and accept.

Macy's growing arousal was explicitly displayed as she climbed onto the couch and assumed the position Damien had ordered. It was a highly submissive posture, his hand pushing her face down while she offered her raised ass to him in a vulnerable and helpless state. Arched up like this, her knees spread slightly apart, every bit of Macy's most intimate flesh was fully on display for his hungry gaze. Damien inspected her with an appraising eye, like he might consider a choice cut of meat, and brought one hand down to squeeze a round ass cheek. With casual interest, he spread it wide to more fully expose the wrinkled pucker of her ass and nodded in approval.

"You are dripping," Damien said with a hint of amusement. The girl's sex was pink and swollen from his earlier brutal stimulation, the fat outer lips parting slightly and revealing the darker red of her inner petals. All of it glistened with her heavy arousal, a drop of her dew forming on the wrinkled hood of her clit as he watched. Her thighs were slicked and even her asshole was wet with evidence of her shameful enjoyment of the session. "I had no idea you were such a horny little slut. You already love being treated like my fuck toy, Ja? You don't have to answer, I can see for myself."

Macy's muffled response came back, hot and angry despite the panties that gagged her. Damien could tell from her flashing eyes that she was trying to deny it, or maybe even just insult him. In either case, she was disobeying his orders as he had told just her she didn't have to answer. With no hesitation, he brought the belt back, doubled it, and swung it down in a stinging lash across the twin globes of her ass that filled the air with a loud crack. It was a medium strength blow, hard enough to sting and shock her, and more than enough to get his point across.

"I said you didn't have to answer. Remember, don't speak unless I tell you that you may. Moans of pleasure are fine, but do try to stay quiet. We are in an office you know," Damien said, hand rubbing Macy's ass in a conciliatory fashion. "Don't make me do that again."

The tall man leaned forward over Macy's body and reached out to grab her wrists. He pulled them back and forced her upright, onto her knees, while twisting her arms behind her back. One strong hand easily held her skinny wrists together while he looped the belt around them. Once it was cinched tight, he roughly pushed her back face down into the leather couch, causing her back to arch higher and forcing her to thrust her ass towards him even more lewdly, as if begging him to fuck it.

"It's all about learning self-control with you. You can't submit if you still think you have control. We started with your mouth, which you still can barely reign in despite being gagged. Next we have tied up your hands, which you couldn't keep to yourself earlier. Never try to push me away when I'm playing with you," Damien said as he admired her tied up form again. His fingers were tracing her inner thighs as he talked, idly making patterns in the abundant juices that coated them. "Until you learn to obey, we'll have to keep restricting you."

Those teasing fingers glided up into her wet slit, thumb pressing down on her clit as if testing it for hardness, while one finger tip dipped into her hot passage up to the first knuckle, probing her entrance.

"You've got a nice, juicy cunt. I expect it will feel good around my cock. I do hope it's tight, but you aren't a slut so it should be, right?," Damien said as he probed her slightly deeper. Then his finger moved up, just an inch above her pussy to that much more taboo hole. Damien circled it slowly with the pad of his index finger, rubbing the crinkled flesh while pressing against it lightly. "But I have no doubt your little ass will be quite tight, it feels very firm. You've never had a cock in there, have you? I bet not even a finger. It would be too demeaning, too slutty, Ja?"

The finger teasing her ass began to push harder as he circled, rubbing that sensitive ring of nerves in a seductive fashion that both relaxed it and threatened her with the foreign object slipping inside her virgin hole. Without warning, he plunged the digit deep inside her, sliding it easily into her rear up to his last knuckle.

"Yes, I think we'll start with this hole. The one you treasure most."

 

[Chai]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Macy's eyes trailed the movement of the belt as it swung back and forth, her eyes still displaying the flash of defiance from when she had tried to call him a dick. It was rather difficult against the panties, and her mouth had gotten dry from all the panting which made the task even harder by just the slightest bit. And the moment the sounds left her mouth, regret washed through her as she realized Damien was very likely to give her another punishment. But as he withdrew the hand that caressed her right ass cheek, she knew the punishment was going to be given using the belt, and her body tensed up for the blow. She still couldn't look away even when she saw the man bring the belt up, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes as he lashed it against her ass. The snapping sound of it whipping through the air and the jolt of her own body jerking forward preceded the smart sting of the pain, and her mind didn't register exactly how painful it was until a second after it happened, after the initial shock of the leather-to-skin contact faded and was replaced by the burning irritation of the single whip.

Wet, angry tears welled up in the corners of her lids, and it was only at Damien's softer touch that Macy realized how tense she had been; her knees were rigidly locked, jaw clenched together and knuckles white from the force of her grip on the top cushions of the couch. His fingers ran over the smooth pink skin, soothing whatever pain that lingered, and a soft whinper sounded through heavy panting as she pushed her bottom against his hand, finding that she much preferred his caress over his punishments. Macy nodded her head silently to his words, almost as if begging him to not punish her again. It was a wild contrast of emotions because she wanted nothing more than to scream obscenities his way, to yell about his complete disregard for her low pain tolerance, but that one, sharp belt whipping proved successful at its job and she bit down on the black tie, swallowing back the unsaid words and unshed tears. Not that she would have spilled them for that matter. There was no fucking way she would let Damien see her cry. Submitting herself to him was nonnegotiable, but no where did he state that she had to be weak about it.

The worst part was that it hard to argue her body's reaction to being called a horny slut. As destestable a term that was, as disgustingly derogatory it seemed to be, there was a strange thrill that could be felt from being called a fuck toy-- and being treated like one. A new wave of heat hit her as he pulled her back by her arms and bound them together, the arousal causing a round of fluid to drip down her thighs, warm and fresh. He forced her down again, and again her head moved up and down in a nodding motion, not really paying attention as the patterns he drew on her thigh overwhelmed her. It drove her crazy with how close it was to her sex, and her walls tightened and quivered every time the finger traveled closer to the apex of her thighs, the back of his hand barely brushing her open lips. The light touches were somehow more maddening than the vigorous rubbing from earlier, eliciting throaty noises every time they happened. Somewhere in the back of her mind it dawned on her that George probably u this very same couch for basically the same reasons, but all thought was lost once Damien really touched her.

"Ahh," Macy's voice came as a loud moan when her jaw went slack from the warm finger that entered her. The muscles in her legs tightened and she bucked her hips on Damien's hand, gasping at the shot of pleasure each time the sensitive button hidden behind its soaked hood rubbed against his thumb. Her clit throbbed with every hit, blood rushing to the already hardened nub at the frustration of the lack of release. In many ways it brought relief from the patterns on her thigh, but in other ways it only heightened the strength of her desire as she longed for that searching finger to search deeper. Those internal muscles started pulsing slowly around the teasing digit, prompting him to go deeper within her slit. She was proud of that 'juicy cunt'; it was basically fresh goods. Out of her entire high school and college career, only two boyfriends had ever been actual sexual partners, and Macy turned her head to give Damien a haughty look that basically said, Of course I'm tight. I'm not a loose stripper, now am I?

She gave a small cry of surprise as he removed the finger, but it quickly turned to a different cry of surprise as he brought the same finger up to the puckered hole above the wet slit. It too was covered with the wetness of her arousal, and even though the foreign touch on her asshole was the slightly invasive, there was no denying the confusing sensations that it brought. Macy didn't want to be touched there! Not only was painful, it was something that belonged in porno movies. ONLY in pornography. What kind of respectable woman wanted a dick, much less a finger, up her asshole? She was shaking her head no against the new pleasure of the never-touched nerves of that sensitive rosebud, but then Damien obviously thought differently seeing as he pressed the probing finger past her muscles and deep into her ass.

Macy squeaked, body and mind going into shock at what he had done. No, no, no! Red tinged her face at the realization that she was going to do anal sex for the first time, and it was because it was being forced upon her! She kept her form still (not that she had a choice when it came to her hands), evening out her breath and slowly coming to her senses about the digit lodged in the tabboo hole abover her pussy. It felt foreign, like it didn't belong, and yet at the same time it brought a different kind of satisfaction, an inexplicable flash of heat that originated from that small spot in the cleft of those twin spheres. Tentatively, she let the ring of muscles relax and she moved forward and back, a clear "ooohhh" ripping from her as the shock of pleasure made both her asshole and canal of juices pulse deliciously in response. And that entrance to her tabboo hole gripped him eagerly, tightening and relaxing experimentally.

The nerve endings around Damien's finger tingled with newfound sensation, and strangely enough, the wriggling and moving of her tanned butt fired off shots of desire to her clit, making the upper half of her body sink heavily into the black leather while her back arched even farther up, an unspoken offer to let him do what he pleased with her holes. After all, it pleased her as well. The moans rose in volume and frequency, growing from helpless whimpers to little sighs, and she turned her cheek on the couch to gaze at him. Macy's eyes swam in a storm of haziness, and rather than hate being the dominant emotion displayed within those hazel orbs, they were wide with sexual desire that was clear as daylight.

 

[Dark Prince]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

"You like it, don't you? Getting your ass fingered while you are tied up and gagged, and all on your CEO's couch?" purred Damien as the helpless girl squirmed, his finger buried in her rear.

Damien was in heaven, or rather hell, in his case, enjoying Macy's sudden reversal of attitude. The helpless girl had tumbled through such a delicious cascade of emotions as she struggled to comprehend what was likely the most humiliating violation she'd ever experienced. She had been full of surprise and horror at first, as his words sunk in and were emphasized by the touch of his finger on her naughtiest spot. No doubt, if she could talk she would have begged him not to do it, but the pleading cry she made, muffled by her panties, sounded even sweeter than words to Damien's twisted ears. And then came the even more adorable squeak of shock and dismay as he had plunged a finger deep into her sweet ass, her already flushed face turning a darker red from hot shame at the invasion. Damien had loved feeling her core quiver at the unfamiliar sensation, her body writhing futilely to get away. But her final reaction was the most fulfilling of all, her ass relaxing as she started to realize that the feeling wasn't that bad after all. In fact, she kind of liked it. The natural squirming of her body had helped her realize there was pleasure to be had from stimulating the virgin nerves in that once taboo spot and Damien couldn't help but lick his lips as the girl tentatively began to move against his finger on her own, sliding herself forward and back and fucking her ass with the intruding digit.

Macy quickly switched to issuing groans of pleasure instead of anger, her ass tightening and relaxing on Damien's finger while she hungrily rocked herself against him. After a little experimentation, she soon discovered a rhythm and motion that was driving her to new heights of pleasure. The embarrassment of her very visible arousal was undoubtably making her even hotter, she couldn't hide the fact that she was enjoying the feeling and was now just using Damien's digit like a toy to get herself off. Her body's shameless betrayal was quickly turning hot anger into raw lust, transforming the once haughty girl into a blazing bonfire of repressed, dirty need that was begging to be allowed to explode. She didn't hate him at this moment, didn't even think about him, all she cared about was that hot tingle of dirty pleasure his finger gave her. Mindless, needy, horny, turned on by filthy acts she'd despised before, Damien could only smile as she wallowed in her own dark desires.

"Fuck, I never thought you'd be such an ass slut, and so soon," murmured Damien as he started to move his hand to match her desperate rhythm. All his casual words were chosen carefully, designed to cause her the most humiliation. Spoken now, while she was consumed by lust, they'd sting less and maybe make her even hotter, but she'd remember after she'd recovered her senses. He had to break her down, strip her of all her vanity, and making her realize that she liked, even loved, these depraved acts that she thought of as below her, was key to his plan. Let her begin to fear that she was the little slut she despised, that she craved the urges she treated as whorish, and let her come to hate herself from her old point of view. Only then could he rebuild her. He fucked her as with his finger slowly, twisting his wrist with every stroke to swirl his digit and push down against her core from inside, stimulating the needy canal below that had become a dripping river of her sweet nectar. Macy was finally looking at him, her eyes full of need and desire, hungry to cum, and missing any of the defiance and hatred that blazed in them earlier. "You are a wet mess, look how horny you are from just my finger. I don't think I've ever seen a slut want my cock in her ass more."

The tall, handsome CEO began to strip as he continued to tease her ass, first stepping out of his loafers, then unbuttoning his slacks, and finally sliding both his pants and black boxer briefs down to kick off with his feet. He kept his eyes locked with Macy's as his big cock sprung out, veined, thick and throbbing with arousal. He was so hard that it stuck straight out like an iron rod, a menacing reminder of his masculinity. His balls and shaft were shaven smooth, but he kept a small, groomed, patch of black hair above the base of his shaft. With some regret, he slid his finger out of Macy and shrugged out of his jacket, taking his time to carefully fold it, along with his pants, and place them both on the couch by Macy's face. There was no need to rush, despite the agitated and needy girl wiggling her ass before him, and taking his time reminded her he was fully in control. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on as a subtle sign of his executive status and to keep a mocking symmetry with Macy's own half-dressed state. The starched white fabric hung open to reveal the sculpted muscles of his chest and rippling abs. Finally, he removed his cuff links and rolled each sleeve up to his elbows, like a man about to get to work. Damien enjoyed this body, it was handsome, powerful, strong, and had a big cock. He liked to show it off and purposely let Macy get an eyeful as he finished his little strip show.

Damien suddenly slapped one of her ass cheeks, gripping and squeezing it possessively after the blow, while he studied the wet, horny and quivering mess that had been Macy Hill. His gaze was critical, but hungry, like he was examining a fine cut of meat he was about to devour.

"Yes, I think you are ready. Let's get that ass ready as well. I know you like having it kissed," Damien said with a chuckle and seized both of her ass cheeks in his powerful hands, spreading them apart fully. He lowered his mouth to her crack and began to lick that taboo crevasse with his tongue. There was no haste in his intimate exploration, although with his powers even a small amount of his saliva would be more than enough lubrication to fit his cock in her tight ass. Instead, he took his time, relishing the indignity she must feel from the fact that his first kiss of her was in this dirtiest of spots. His manner made the act a further violation, a show that he could do whatever he wanted to her, even something that people might argue was a humiliating act for the giver, and turn it into a display of his power. His tongue was talented and he let it first drag up and down her crack, the full, soft length of it brushing her rosebud on each upstroke and the firmer tip slipping across with every downstroke. After getting her nicely wet, he focused on the wrinkled circle of nerves that he had just been awakened to her as a source of unexpected pleasure. His tongue circled her pucker slowly, then lapped at it like a cat drinking milk, flicked it teasingly, and then finally began to probe it. Pushing inside slightly, he fucked her most intimate spot slowly with just the tip of his tongue, a hot and wet muscle of pleasure, and a foreshadow of what his cock would do soon enough. He ended with a sucking kiss, a mockery of a how he might kiss her mouth, before he rose up and left her wet and ready for him.

"Take a deep breath, and then let it out when I push into you," Damien ordered as he gripped his shaft and stepped up behind her ass. His other hand grabbed the belt around her wrists, keeping her steady as he placed the tip of his cock on her rosebud. From this angle, it split the round globes of her full ass perfectly, but looked impossibly thick and too large to fit in her tight rear. With a slightly downward pressure and push of his hips, Damien pressed against her virgin rear and, with a loud groan, pushed just the bulbous, purple tip of this throbbing rod into her bottom. "Mhhmm... oh yes... YES! Now, fuck my cock with your ass. Move your hips and fuck me while I stand here. Show me that you want it in your ass so badly you'll do it yourself."

 

[Chai]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

It was hard to hear Damien's words over the sound of her own hot and heavy breathing, but Macy still heard the horrifying words of being called an ass slut, and coming from Damien's mouth it sounded even dirtier, even more disgustingly lewd than normal. She lifted her head to look at him, as if to shake it in denial at his accusations, but it felt heavy like it was just too much physical exertion to do that one tiny movement. It would've been hardly believable against the rising sounds of pleasure and steady rocking on the long finger deep inside her tight hole, so with cheeks flushed and head in a daze, the girl found herself lowering her head and agreeing with him. Loud moans mixed with 'mhmm's came from behind the gag as he expertly fingered her, each sound almost synchronized with each plunge of his digit going deep within her ass.

It was a heavenly movement, the cheeks of her ass jiggling as she brought it back and forth while the single digit slowly worked inside of her. The odd internal pressure was exciting, stimulating and such a huge turn on for such a dirty act, and Macy could only groan as the pressure was applied to her needy core from within. How was it possible that such a whorish act could feel so good? It was supposed to be dirty, reserved for only the lowest of women, yet here she was dripping with wetness at the stimulation of the ring of nerves in that dirty spot. She was becoming even hotter at the mention of his cock moving in and out of that taboo hole, but at the same time she couldn't shake the feeling it was still forbidden territory.

Macy watched as her CEO began to undress, eyes trailing the movement of his hands as they undid the button and zipper on his pants, catching a glimpse of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs before both garments came down falling into a pile of grey and black on the carpet. An eyeful of his cock came into view, but she skimmed past and looked at Damien, only able to keep gaze with him for second-long intervals before glancing down at the large member and looking up again. The finger in her ass stopped moving, paused as Damien's eyes searched her for some kind of reaction, seemingly staring her down as the full realization hit her that that cock was going in her ass. An almost thoughtful looked crossed her face as she tried to fathom how he would even begin to fit, but it was interrupted by the abrupt pop of his finger pulling out, and a feeling of discontent washed through her. It wasn't sadness, but it was more of light irritation at the fact that he had so suddenly stopped. The absence of friction made her feel strangely empty, and even though the finger was gone, her wiggling continued out of subconscious action or as request for Damien to continue with his play. Perhaps it was both, the mix of shock and desire just prompting her to go through the motions.

Another, less painful blow hit her behind, effectively causing her form to come to attention, arms straightening behind her back and the muscles of her legs and back clenching at the force of the hand-to-ass contact. It didn't quite hurt -- it actually sent another thrilling jolt of sensation through her entire body, and she found herself sinking into the warmness of the palm that gripped her. Then it was two hands, and then Macy could feel is hot breath near her fingers and travelling down even lower to the top of the cleft between the twin cheeks. Mortification gripped her when she realized what he was about to do, and the girl squirmed heavily in his grasp, wanting him to let go. No sounds came from the lips parted in horror, only shallow, n.ervous breaths as she twisted her body this way and that while hoping and praying his mouth wouldn't go lower. But no matter how hard she tried, Damien's muscles were like steel that prevented her from moving. A startled cry sounded against the couch cushion when the warm wetness hit that intimate spot.

"Mm-mm!" she mumbled, the first stroke of his tongue sending strange, enticing tingles that dashed across her skin.

"Mmm..." Her face flamed with hot humiliation, brows furrowed in the strange grimace of pleasure and also confusion at the way her body craved the teasing tip of the wet muscle. It slowly slipped past the tight muscle of her rear, and her arms went weak at the act, causing her to slump forward with her head down and ass even higher in the air. Damien's hot breath mixed with the cool air against the wetness on her thighs and swollen lips made her head spin in a whirl of sensation, all vocalized through a series of moans, groans and sighs.

But it was over all too soon, his tongue replaced by the feel of his cock aligned with the tight hole that had been so exquisitely kissed. The pressure of Damien's member against the virgin ass made it seem almost impossible for him to enter, but she embraced it, arching her back and looking at him with eyes full of hunger. They were eyes that flashed with desire, as if telling him that she wanted - no, needed - him inside her. Although the oral treatment from before had relaxed the ring of muscles, that didn't stop her from feeling the pressure of the thick cock that pushed slightly between her cheeks, and she let go of the inhaled breath as a sharp exhale, relaxing her entire body and allowing the round tip to smoothly enter her. Huh, his licking must have done a pretty damn good job because there was hardly any pain, but till she winced at the light sting of the virgin hole being stretched to what felt like maximum capacity.

"Mhhmm... oh yes... YES! Now, fuck my cock with your ass. Move your hips and fuck me while I stand here. Show me that you want it in your ass so badly you'll do it yourself."

What? A whine floated up from Macy's throat, but even she couldn't tell if it was because he was toying with her or because she was offended by his suggestion. Either way she stilled for just a moment, Damien's words waking the arrogant part of her that had been buried deep underneath the sea of lust, and she was briefly reminded of how whorish these acts were. Disbelief at her own actions rippled through her being, shaming her but also lifting her to some inexplicable state of satisfaction, like an inner goddess that craved the sexual attention. And it was that same inner goddess that commanded her to move her body; Macy's hips started a slow, sensual grind that kept her moving back and forth on Damien's large rod. For such a foreign, odd experience, it was almost entirely pleasurable. With each slide up and down, it sent tingles throughout the tight hole that spread to her clit, up her stomach and to the points on her breasts, making the nipples taut against the strapless bra underneath her shirt.

Holy fuck, this felt so incredibly bad and good at the same time, her ass tightening each time she took him a little deeper, and relaxing when she brought herself to the head of his shaft. For such an uptight woman, Macy was losing herself quickly to torrent of nauhghty pleasure that stemmed from the sensitive hole stuffed with Damien's cock.

 

[Dark Prince]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

"Mhmm, yes. That's it Macy. Fuck your ass on my cock," Damien purred out. He had released his hands from her body and instead rested them casually on his hips, watching the now shamelessly horny brunette impale herself on his big rod. Tied up, gagged, half-naked, and bent over on the couch before him, anyone seeing the girl would have expected her to be a helpless, submissive little toy for him to abuse. Instead, despite her position, she was actually fucking Damien! Granted, he'd ordered her to do it, but the willingness with which she complied betrayed a real enthusiasm for the dirty act that made him grin. And they were only just getting started.

"I think we're going to get along fine, aren't we toy?" Damien said, reaching down and giving Macy's ass another smack that set that delicious cheek to jiggling yet again. Her face had a deep, rosy hue as she craned her head back to look at him, a hot mix of shame, desire, and sinful pleasure making her creamy skin flush. The exertion of her effort was taking a toll, forcing shallow, ragged pants through her nose as her panty stuffed mouth prevented her from taking larger breaths. Her muffled noises of pleasure were a lusty harmony to her body's undulating movements against his cock, deep throaty groans coming whenever she had him fully inside her and higher pitched whimpers of need issuing when his length had slid out to just the tip. She'd learned quickly and her tight ass felt perfect around his manhood, greedily gripping him like a vise as he slid out and eagerly relaxing to let him push back in. Damien licked his lips as he watched her swallow his length over and over again, his thick rod glistening with his lubricating saliva as it split her round bottom and somehow disappeared into her small body. But, despite the tempting sight of her body bent before him, it was her eyes that he kept getting drawn back to gaze at. The transformation in them had an almost magnetic pull for the depraved devil. Her hazel orbs were now glazed with lust and full of need and there was no trace of the haughty arrogance and disdain from earlier. She just wanted his cock in her. It was an all consuming need that seemed to fill her mind completely. Nothing else mattered except fucking his cock hard and long enough to finally give her the pleasure that would set her over the edge, a release she seemed to hunger for like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

"You are quite the natural little ass whore, but it's time for me to fuck you," said Damien. He reached down with both his powerful arms and scooped her up by her waist, her body still skewered on his hard rod. Holding her like this, legs dangling and her back pressed against his muscled chest, Damien strolled towards his desk. Every step sent a jolt of pressure through the cock already fully buried in her ass and he teased her ear as he carried her, teeth pulling on that lobe as he whispered in a gravelly tone. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Use your ass for my pleasure and make you understand what it's like to be my fuck toy."

Walking around his desk, Damien kicked his leather chair aside and dropped Macy's torso onto the smooth, black wood surface. Unable to use her hands to catch herself, she landed with a dull thud, like a horny piece of fuck meat on a counter ready for Damien to tenderize. It was a symbolic position; Macy was bent over and helpless across her CEO's desk with his cock buried in her most taboo hole. Add to the fact that she couldn't deny that she was enjoying every second of her treatment and Damien knew she had to realize, buried under the haze of lust that consumed her, that she had become exactly the kind of girl she had despised.

Damien slid his long length out to just his tip, one hand squeezing Macy's round bottom while the other reached down to lift her head with her ponytail. Holding that position for a second, he wiggled his hips and teased her, building the anticipation as his bulbous head move just inside the tight ring of Macy's hungry ass. Then, with no warning, he speared his hard manhood into her, bottoming out against her ass cheeks so hard his balls slapped wetly against her dripping folds. Now that he had claimed her with that forceful first motion, he started to fuck her in earnest, pumping his hips powerfully as he used his entire cock with every stroke, ending each one with a meaty impact against Macy that shook her body as she lay bent over his desk.

"Don't you fucking cum. Don't cum until I say you can, ever. You always need your master's permission to cum," Damien grunted out, tugging Macy's ponytail to emphasize his order and make sure the fuck drunk girl understood him. He was fucking her hard and fast now, sliding just the bottom half of his cock in and out of her as his tempo increased. The girl's ass cheeks were jiggling non-stop now from his hips slamming against them and he had to use his strength to keep her in place as her body squirmed from the pleasure of his assault. The air was filled with his own heavy breathing, the wet, smacking noises of their fucking, and the squeak of Macy's skin on the polished surface of the desk. Damien's forehead and chest were glistening from perspiration as he gasped with the pleasure building inside of him. Soon, yes, very soon he'd finally get his own release.

The phone suddenly rang on the desk by Macy's head and with a groan of annoyance, Damien bottomed his cock deep into Macy and took a deep breath as he glanced at the screen. Chuckling, he said, "Oh, it's Heidi, no doubt curious about some of my plans for Couture. Do be a dear and keep quiet."

Damien started to move in Macy again, this time slowly and sensually, just a couple inches of his thick meat sliding in and out of her as he reached down and answered the phone call on speakerphone.

 

[Chai]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Need gripped Macy, practically consuming her entire being as she moved her body on Damien's cock. Forward, back, forward, back -- she was lost in her own rhythmic motion, her body and mind consumed with desire from the blossoming warmth that spread from her groin out to the rest of her flesh. Damien was looking at her hungrily, his eyes alight with... Amusement? Satisfaction? Lust? Perhaps all three; she didn't know, and frankly she didn't care. What she cared about was the growing pressure in her groin, the steady rise of some glorious explosion that she had begun to anticipate. She was all moans and whimpers, ready to combust, when the man behind her picked her up much like a father might pick up a child while playing some little toddler game. And boy, was Damien playing games. He was strong, carrying her with little effort while nibbling at her earlobe, and the simple act of his teeth grazing her flesh sent flashes of white-hot sensation straight to her core.

Then he whispered in her ear: "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Use your ass for my pleasure and make you understand what it's like to be my fuck toy."

His hot breath and dirty words left Macy panting past the panties, and her eyes closed as she whimpered out of anticipation, her insides turning to liquid. The phrase was so... Hot. Blindingly, breathtakingly seductive. A quiver ran through the walls of her vagina, which made the tight hole of her ass grip Damien's hard rod even more. Every shuffle of his feet sent an agonizing small bump through both their bodies, a teasing taste of the pleasure that she knew was coming. God, she needed this. She wanted this. A few hazy seconds later, the girl was set down on... A desk? Oh, Damien's desk. It was mildly uncomfortable with her stomach and breasts upon the hard, black surface, but the full feeling in her ass made up for whatever discomfort she felt.

The inner goddess in her mind was ecstatic, trembling with anticipation and desire. Yes, yes! Fuck doing work, fuck me instead. She was begging for it, loving how the large piece of manhood sent delicious, shocks of sensation whipping through her entire being. But in spite of that, Macy couldn't help the bitter thought that this position was likely used by George and the sluts he fucked. Had they all been like this, shamefully bent on the executive desk on the top floor of Brandon-Demmings, waiting for their CEO to fuck them senseless? Had they, too, been embarraasingly aroused at the acts they were committing? It gave her something to think about, before the entire train of thought was eradicated by a grip on her ponytail and a single gyrating movement of Damien's hips rolling the head of his large cock inside her ass.

Oh my... The inner goddess was back, relishing the teasing, tantalizing feeling. It was exquisite, nothing she had ever experienced, and as much as Damien may have been a dick, he was also a talented man with a dick, which he used to the best of his ability. He knew exactly what he was doing, what would feel good, what felt fine, and what made a woman's eyes roll back in pure pleasure. And the sudden thrust into her ass contrasted against that first roll of his hips, causing Macy to moan loudly into the air. Fuck me! the primal part of her cried, being brought back to the sweet brink of release with every hard slam to her form. The faster friction between their bodies made the sensitive nerves sing with undiluted, unadulterated and intoxicating pleasure that clouded her head with all it's hazy glory. The only difficult part was not being able to cum, especially because Damien had been keeping her on the edge for a while -- the edge of release and the edge of insanity, which were places she wanted to go very badly.

Her voice was hardly recognizable to her own ears, needy whimpers coming out loudly in a high-pitched manner, practically begging for permission to cum. The endless assault was turning into a torture of sorts now. Being denied pleasure was difficult to swallow, and even try as she might, the tightening of her groin was beginning to happen, and her muscles stiffened as she was being brought higher and higher. Everything seemed to spiral out of control; her voice, his breathing, and the wet slap of sex blending into a smooth cacophony. Oh no...

Then at the exact moment, a ringing noise interrupted the impending orgasm. Not knowing whether to be thankful or irritated, she turned her startled face to Damien, groaning out when he buried himself deeply, but visibly paling when he mentioned Heidi's name. Was he...? Oh, yes, he was. He moved slowly this time, and Macy couldn't help think that this might have been what lovers might do in an office when they couldn't get enough of each other. Sadly, she was no Ana Steele and Damien was definitely not a Christian Grey, and her life was not some dramatic portrayal of "Fifty Shades of Grey." Oh no, her life was a fucked up, twisted nightmare. Admittedly enjoyable (like now), but still fucked up. He answered the call, and she held her breath, afraid of making any noise for fear of Heidi figuring out what she was up to. But ooohhhh... The cock in her ass felt good, really good.

"Damien?" Heidi's voice came clear through the speaker. Only she and the other chief editors could call him comfortably by the CEO's full name.

Macy's wide eyes pleaded with him to let her go, but he seemed not to notice or not care, just pumping exquisitely slow inside her, moving silently as he did so. He seemed so calm, as if simultaneously fucking girls and talking to employees was something he did on a regular basis.

"I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time, as I know most of your staff is on lunch break. I just wanted to speak with you briefly about your changes to Couture, and what it means for my magazine. Our magazine," she corrected smoothly. Like Macy, she was very ambitious, and the fashion magazine had grown considerably under her care. "However, I would also like to know where you're hiding one of my most valuable employees." She chuckled. "Macy was an excellent PA, and I should expect the same level of work as she fulfills her new editing position, but I would love to talk to her about the new job details. Forgive me, but I assumed she would be out of your office by now."

Oh, please... Macy wanted to beg to Damien, who was still filling her with the sweet, sweet torture. It was getting hard to keep quiet now, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier with each small thrust against her. It would be horrifying if Heidi found out she was fucking the new CEO, and then she'd be just another Andrea within the company. No, that wouldn't do at all. The faint smell of her sweat and perfume made her even dizzier, and her eyes rolled back when she felt another hip roll rock her entire body. And without thinking, she took a loud, staggering breath as if more oxygen would balance her. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Fuck, hopefully it would be taken for anything else that wasn't sex related, but with Heidi's instincts, that would be like hoping for a miracle.

"Macy, darling?" the woman's voice sounded sincere across the line. "I know it's a lot to take in, and I know how stressful this may seem, but I assure you that I have plenty of faith in your abilities. You never struck me as someone who would get emotional over these things, but everyone surprises me every now and again."

Holy mother of-- Heidi thought she was crying. What was she supposed to say to that? Nothing, probably. Her arms felt stiff behind her back, and she set her hazel eyes to gaze at Damien, turned on and terrified at the same time. The inner goddess wanted to ask for him to pump faster -- much faster -- but she knew she had to wait it out until the phone call was over.

"So, Mr. Van Horne," Heidi addressed him again, "Would you like to talk about your plans for Couture?"

 

[Dark Prince]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Damien was half-listening to Heidi while he carefully studied Macy writhing under his cock, his hand still gripping her ponytail firmly. The girl was in delightful agony, skewered between his relentlessly probing manhood on one end and the voice of the editor she most respected talking to her on her other end. He felt like a cowboy on a skittish, newly broken filly that was unused to being saddled and ridden, sensitive to his every touch, and at serious risk of trying to buck him off if he spooked her. The ring of her ass gripped him tightly as she struggled to control herself, every muscle in her young body tense as she desperately tried to fight back the lusty moans and whimpers that had flowed freely just seconds before. He could only move in small increments, gentle slow pushes in of his cock and achingly slow pull outs, fucking her rear so softly that his hips seemed to barely move. Even an unplanned twitch of his cock could force an embarrassing noise out of her and he didn't want that, yet.

Damien reached down with his free hand and loosened the tie around her head, letting Macy spit the thoroughly soaked panties onto the desk as the loop slipped out of her mouth. The finger he raised to his mouth to accompany his silent shush seemed enough to keep her from speaking, so he turned his mind back to Heidi and let that finger now trace idly along Macy's taut back. She was quite lovely like this, torn between pleasure and work, her guilty shame warring with her irrepressible ego. This would be a nice lesson for her in power and how little she truly had.

"Heidi, I'm confused, is this a fucking emergency?" Damien replied smoothly, letting a trace of annoyance creep into his voice. The normally haughty woman had an unusual amount of deference for him, a residue of their earlier meeting first thing in the morning. She'd survived a series of puppet CEO's unscathed, her legendary reputation as the leader of Couture making her think she was untouchable and her nominal bosses just functionaries for the board. He'd corrected her first assumption that he was another in that string of easily manipulated administrators by telling her that her job was at risk. She was too old, making a fashion magazine for mothers and grandmothers, not the young women setting the trends today. She didn't get the Internet, bloggers, street fashion, and all the social sharing trends that were changing her industry under her snooty, upturned nose. Perhaps it was time for her to go? A proud woman and force in the industry, her ego couldn't take the blow that her firing would cause. It would be an insinuation that the woman who set the trends was... no longer in vogue? After stewing, this call was clearly her attempt to reclaim control and play to her new boss. To show him that she was still the right woman to lead the company. He liked her better like this, hungry and trying to impress. "Because if this isn't a fucking emergency, we can talk about the team's plans for Couture in the senior editor staffing meeting in fifteen minutes. Everyone knows our readership has been sliding and no one under thirty reads us anymore, the meeting will be all ideas for us to discuss."

Damien let his attitude sink in, knowing Macy would find his brutal smack down of her revered boss a shocking display of his power. It wasn't quite bending her over desk and ass fucking her, but from a corporate politics standpoint, talking to her like this in front of Macy was close. He shifted his weight and slid a bit more his cock into the helpless girl, giving her a couple fast pumps to make sure her mind was still on him filling her rear and not focused completely on the conversation.

"I've actually been analyzing the situation with Macy, to get the younger generation's thoughts," continued Damien, giving Macy's ass cheek a firm squeeze. He was grinning now, having fun with the situation. "I think she's got a firm grip on our challenges, although I think she's found it to be quite a big problem, even for her capabilities. I have her tied up on some administrative issues right now with her new role, but I've still been able to pound into her the importance of the larger picture. Her perspective is valuable since she's still young and flexible, able to stretch and grow into this new position I've put her in."

Damien slid his cock out to the tip again, slowly, and then pushed the full length back in with equal care. The feeling was so exquisite that he had to bite back a moan himself, holding his breath and closing his eyes for a second. Fuck he wanted to just cum right now, but work always came first for the disciplined devil.

"I know she's thinking hard already, practically twitching in front of me like she's ready to explode with a number of creative ideas, I assume. I bet she's relishing the position she's in right now, with the full power of the executive team behind her, ready to help drive a big change," said Damien as he started to gyrate his hips while his cock was bottomed fully in Macy's rear again. He moved his cock in a circle, swirling his shaft around the tight ring gripping it and nudging its length throughout her core. "But I should just let her talk, after all, she's the one full of exciting, new thoughts and bursting with youthful passion for her new role."

Damien gave Macy's ponytail a sharp tug to get her attention, while his hips began pumping his cock into her again, slow and steady. He planned on keeping the movement going as he forced the girl to converse.

"Macy, tell Heidi what's on your eager mind. Your unique perspectives are not a dirty secret anymore so don't be ashamed of sharing."

 

[Chai]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Out of all the actions Damien could have taken, Macy hadn't expected him to release his gag on her. It was surprising and slightly shocking, so much so that she only nodded when he raised a long finger to his lips. She felt tired, spent, annoyingly unsatisfied, and she hadn't even been able to come because of her boss's ridiculous rule. But at least now, she could relax her jaw and lay as he traced random patterns along the smooth skin of her back while he fucked her softly. This was so, so wrong, especially with Heidi on the phone, but the girl couldn't deny the pleasure that she got from being fucked like this. There was something strangely exciting about the risk of having Damien pump in and out of her while doing work, like a game and a test of strength to see how much she could take. But at this rate, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to take much more.

It was only the conversation between Heidi and Damien that prevented her from slipping away, and her mouth turned down in a frown when she heard Damien regard the Couture editor in such a casual, unprofessional manner. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes at him slightly, not in a hostile manner but more as a questioning gaze as to why he would speak to one of the highest paid and longest employed editors of Brandon-Demmings like that. Sure, in the prime of her career Heidi had revived the magazine, and even now she still focused the magazine on more elegant fashions, but that didn't mean she was bad at her job. Hah! The CEO probably didn't realize the "insurance staff" she had amassed over the years -- an entire list of stylists, creative personnel, editors, assistants and designers that would walk out on Couture if she herself was forced to. Of course, Macy knew these things because she willingly gave herself over to that list and was also responsible fot editing the document as part of her PA position. She knew that list was long, and Couture would have to rebuild its carefully selected staff if such a dramatic thing ever happened. The subtle animosity between her boss and her boss's boss was obvious as daylight to her, and she knew it would be bad for both of them if it got any larger.

"I understand completely," came Heidi's voice over the line, clipped in tone. "I apologize for disturbing your time with our newest editor as this wasn't an emergency."

Macy's breath caught as the CEO claimed her ass again with faster thrusts, making her head swim with neediness and lust, and her wide orbs melted once more into a pool of pure desire, the action a direct reflection of what was going on in her groin. The muscles there and in her abdomen clutched hungrily at the feel of his thick, long length spearing her. Oh fuck... He just didn't play fair. With every clever word choice, her face went from its pale, creamy complexion to a deeper pink as the blush crept over her once again. Damien was quite good at making her feel desperate, and even words that weren't directed to her had the ability to make her insides quiver deliciously. And when he pushed his full length into her, she nearly convulsed right then and there. But she held back the pleasure as best she could and instead tried to focus on Heidi. It was failing horribly, her mind unable to think of anything except how good the full feeling in her ass was, how good that cock was as it moved in the slow circle deep within her. She was so close, yet so far away to an overwhelming orgasm, and she couldn't even bring herself there. Her pouty lips formed a perfect "O" as he started pumping in her slowly once more, and it wasn't until the sharp tug that she realized she was supposed to be doing something. What...?

Oh, shit no. Damien wanted her to talk. Like this? She wasn't even sure she could make it. But she had to try, and she didn't want to rusk being punished once more.

"Ahem..." The clearing of her throat sounded weak and breathy, and it took all her concentration to form a mildly coherent sentence. "I, well, um... I think the most important demographic to reach out to with Couture is..." Pump "...Is, uhm, women between 18 and 30, as that age group is primarily focused with the latest trends." Pump. "...And, I... I think that including sections that appeal to such an age group would be highly..." Pump "...Ah, beneficial to the magazine. For example--" Pump. Her voice faltered on the word 'example,' and her face reddened further. "-- Um, adding a section on more affordable fashions that still stay true to the season's current look. Also, a sex and relationship section." Pump. The girl bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes closing at the sensual fucking.

"What about a sex and relationship section?" Heidi inquired, seeming to be genuinely interested.

Pump. "SEX... And relationships are basic issues young women deal with on a daily basis. Adding one would be..." Pump "... Absolutely fantastic."

"Huh, well thank you for that insight, Macy. I'm sure we all have much to talk about in that meeting later. Don't we, Damien? Let me thank you for uncovering such a gem for Couture. I'm sure Macy's bright mind will help us bring our readership to new heights."

The steady thrusts were going to make Macy combust in a flaming ball of hot lust. She began to push her body againat the man any way she could, her stomach making a slight squeaking noise as it slid on the smooth table. "Please," she mouthed in desperation to Damien, he body writhing in an overload of pleasure.

 

[Dark Prince]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Damien used Macy's distraction with trying to put coherent sentences together to get a leg up on the tortured girl in their mutual race to orgasm. As she struggled to link short phrases while stifling the moans and gasps that her CEO's cock was forcing out of her, Damien started to pump a little harder and let his own pleasure start to build unchecked. Her virgin ass was a sliding ring of pure pleasure, gripping him tightly as he pulled out and relaxing just enough to let him plunge back in. She'd figured out how to take a cock in her ass quickly, he noted with some amazement. Her tight, hot hole was now sending tremors of ecstasy throughout Damien's body and he had to fight to keep his own breathing, ragged and panting, from being audible on the speaker phone. When at last the call ended, Damien let out a long, pent-up groan, reaching down and slapping Macy's jiggling ass in relief.

"Very good job... mhmm... learning how to think while being fucked is going to be a useful skill for you to pick up," Damien moaned out, pulling harder on the girl's hair while reaching down to lever himself better by resting a hand on her lower back. Free of the need for discretion, he was back to fucking her hard, but not nearly at his former intensity. Macy was also making more noise now, a begging request to allow her to cum came from her lips, barely audible between the whimpers and groans of need. Her sweaty body as squeaking on the smooth desk and Damien grinned as he realized she was writhing now uncontrollably, her body quivering with desire as she was desperate to cum. "But, you haven't earned your orgasm yet. If you are a good little slut, you'll get one later today. But for right now. DO. NOT. CUM."

Damien barked the last order out as he tugged hard on her ponytail, actually lifting her shoulders and breasts from the desk as her back arched up. He pulled his cock out to the tip and reached between the girl's thighs to smack her pussy hard a couple times. Every contact on that swollen, dripping mound make a wet splashing noise as her arousal sprayed out, droplets joining what appeared to be a stream of arousal flowing down her inner thighs.

Damien used the pain from her hair and groin as the distraction to keep her from her own orgasm, and quickly pistoned his cock into her rear a dozen final thrusts, savagely fucking her and even sliding his desk forward a couple inches with the force of his blows. His manhood was burning with pleasure, like a white hod rod of lust, and with a loud scream he plunged it deep between the girl's ass cheeks and buried it fully into her body as he finally erupted with his long delayed orgasm. A dam of hot pleasure burst suddenly, sending a wave of ecstasy that started in his groin, blazed down his cock, and finally raced up his spine to fill his head. He felt his thick meat jerking deep inside Macy's body as a massive, first spurt of cum shot into her. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and Damien closed his eyes, seeing his orgasm against the back of his eyelids like flashes of white light as his body tensed and convulsed with every pulse of his rod.

"Mhmm, yes... oh FUCK. YES! Nhnnn... I'm cumming... I'm filling your tight ass with my seed," screamed Damien, the words just meaningless babble as he rode the waves of pleasure that rocked him over and over again. His cock seemed to throb forever, shooting load after load of his jizz into Macy, draining his balls completely, and finally giving him sweet relief as he felt the lust and desire that had been building since he had met the girl at last pour out of him. How long he stayed like that, buried in Macy and pumping semen into her, he didn't know, but when he at last opened his eyes and surveyed the sweaty, writhing girl impaled on his cock, it seemed like nothing had changed. She was just as horny and needy as before, the only difference being that his cock was starting to slowly soften within her rear and his mind was finally clear. "Mhmm.. yes, what a good little cock receptacle you are. You've drained my cock nicely, well done. I think you'll like one on one meetings with your CEO from now on. Don't worry, I know you are horny, but your reward will come when you've earned it."

With a little sigh, Damien released Macy's hair and let her slump down on his desk while he slowly pulled his cock from her ass' still hungry embrace. A little stream of milky white cum followed his tip out, oozing down and mixing with the girl's own arousal that still oveflowed in her glistening folds. Before she could attempt to move, Damien opened his desk drawer and pulled out a medium sized butt plug. He gave the black plastic surface a brief lick to get it lubed, and then pushed the pointed tip of the onion shaped toy to Macy's recently stretched asshole. With a gentle twisting and turning motion, he slowly worked it into her rear until it was buried, with just the flared base visible between the girl's reddened ass cheeks. Macy was going to be even more surprised later when she discovered the butt plug was also a vibrator, with Damien holding the remote control.

"There, we'll keep you stretched for later. Keep this in until I tell you that you can remove it. I need my belt back as we have to get dressed for our meeting, and you really should freshen up. You like like a slut that just got fucked by her CEO on his desk," said Damien as his hands unbuckled the belt holding Macy's wrists together. She did indeed look thoroughly fucked, her makeup smeared, ponytail and hair askew, and body flushed and sweaty. Sadly, though, she still hadn't had the release that he knew she still so desperately craved.

Poor girl.

 

[Chai]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Why, why why couldn't she come? Macy's entire being was clenched tightly as she fought the building pressure inside her, the overwhelming need to let herself find a release. The hole that gripped Damien like a vice was burning with hot pleasure, extending the sensation down to her sex just a few inches below that taboo spot. Even the hair pulling and slapping was oddly erotic, though both delayed her orgasm due to the suddenness of the actions. She felt how slick his fingers were against the abundant juices, a shameful reminder of how turned on she was at being treated as Damien's fuck toy. Every pound, every shift, every delectable movement of his hips slamming into her rear propelled her to a higher place and made her drunk off the ecstasy. Oh, she was so close now... Just a little bit longer and she would find that orgasm no matter what Damien ordered. Hmm, what kind of punishment would he give her if she came? Not a big one, she hoped, as she was probably going to explode any time soon...

But as she was just beginning to touch that forbidden promise land, the man behind her grunted loudly and buried himself deep within her, and she knew it was over. He shouted a series of words, totally lost in his own pleasure, and the little green monster of envy touched Macy's mind as she turned and watched him come uncontrollably within her. It was almost sexy, feeling his cock twitch in her ass as he filled her with his hot liquid. But still she moaned, trying to move her body against his, yearning for the same explosive bodily reaction. As Damien stilled, she quickly resigned heeseld to the fact that she wasn't going to get the same experience, and a long whimper escaped her lips.

"No..." she whined softly, her body still craving the feel of Damien roughly fucking her ass. She wanted her reward now. Wasn't it enough that she was able to follow his directions and keep silent over the phone? Admittedly, she had some mistakes thrown in, but wasn't it good enough already? She let herself fall tiredly onto the desk, breathing deeply to relax herself. Her skin had a sheen of persperation and her muscles were stiff from the rigidness she had been keeping them in, and despite feeling cheated and unsatisfied, her eyes drooped in a sleepy, post-sex, half-lidded manner. Hard fucking and her lack of stamina obviously did not go well together. Through her exhausted state, she was still able to feel something press against her sensitive asshole, and excitement spiked through her once more. Damien was giving her the reward! ... Oh no, it wasn't his cock, but something... Plastic? With a groan, she let her ass greedily swallow the butt plug, clenching it tightly as her wrists were released.

Macy rolled over and rubbed her hands and wrists, realizing they were numb from being kept behind her back. As her over sensitized body calmed down from the unreleased orgasm, her hazel eyes looked up at Damien's black orbs, hungry, envious and momentarily defeated. A flicker of disgust sparked back up while she watched him watch her, and it suddenly dawned on her that she had done something she vowed never to do. And his words hit home. You look like a slut that just got fucked by her CEO on his desk.

"Okay," was all she said in response, flicking her eyes away from his gaze. Ugh, she thought, her mind finally clearing from its aroused state. The clarity of the situation was almost painful, a bitter wake up call from reality. She was officially an office harlot, spread on her CEO's desk, looking like a prostitute from the streets. Had it not been for the designer tag popping out of the back of her shirt, it would be easy to assume she was a stripper that was picked up for a quickie during lunch break. Slowly, she slid herself off the desk, taking care not to accidentally brush up against the wicked man, and promptly turned to pick up her clothing and exam in herself in the mirror on the far end of the room. Her face paled as she took herself in. She was hardly recognizable; lipstick smudged around her mouth and up to the right side of her face, her eyeliner and mascara streaked slightly from having her eyes scrunched up tightly as she was being fucked, and the perspiration gave her a slight sheen to the face. How long did she have to fix herself? Probably ten minutes or so. It was far too little a time frame to make herself perfect, but more than enough to make herself presentable. Grabbing her purse, she fished out some Kleenex, powder, mascara and lipstick, getting to work on fixing her face. It wasn't terribly difficult, just some minor adjustments, and by the end of it she looked more or less like she did before walking into the executive office. She quickly redid the ponytail and redressed herself, thankful that her clothes weren't that wrinkled.

Finally, she stood to re-examine her appearance, pleased that she looked normal. But in spite of looking good, shame creeped into her and her conscience constantly lectured her about proper work behavior. There was no inner goddess now, only the remnants of a damaged ego. Look at you, Macy. You look like a whore. You are a whore. Why did you let him do that to you? Work fucking is low, her conscience growled. There was nothing Macy could think of that excused the act, and every time she thought about it, it made her angry inside. Oh yes, out of all the emotions she felt toward Damien, this one was the best. Being upset with him was the easiest, and it helped her remind herself that she wasn't doing this because she liked it. She did it to save herself. And after it was through, Damien would be irrelevant and she could forget about him for the rest of her life.

A check of her iPhone let her know that she had only four minutes to spare, so without looking back, she opened the door and said, "I'll see you in the meeting." Her voice was back to icey cold Macy Hill, impassive and almost bored with everything, mostly as a device to help her forget about the savage fucking, the butt plug and most of all, the denied orgasm. Waiting for Damien was a waste of her time, and right this moment, she couldn't stand him. She knew where the conference room was, and just wanted to get there. One floor down was where all executive meetings happened, and when she opened the door, she was relieved to find that it was the correct room.

"Hello Macy," came Heidi's cool tone, seemingly unsurprised at the girl's new appearance. "Those Christian Louboutins are from last season." Ah, of course she would point out something as trivial and useless as last season shoes. But maybe not so trivial as it was her job to know what was in and out of fashion. Around the chief editor stood the rest of the Couture editors as well as the style director, head of creative design, and a girl whom Macy assumed to be Heidi's temporary PA. The young woman, obviously a recent college grad, looked scared to death in her new position, but like the rest of Couture staff, she was immaculate in her attire and appearance. Macy almost felt sympathetic for her. It was difficult being at the mercy of Heidi's constant mood swings. Those were definitely something she wouldn't miss about her old job.

"Oh my god Macy, I didn't know you even owned clothes like that. Since when did you start coming to work like this?" a whiny, high pitched voice chimed in. Bekah, the editor of the beauty section. "I mean, not that you don't look good."

A light tinkle of a laugh rang through the air, and kind Emily joined the conversation. "Come on guys, I told you she looked good behind the department clothes and bland hair. But welcome aboard."

"Yeah, darling, you look... Sexy. Still a size 4 though. None of the clothing samples we get will fit you, so I guess they'll all go to Bekah." Macy's lips twitched up at Stefan's joke, though it smarted a little bit due to Damien's earlier opinion of her body. "But who cares about you. What I -- we -- really want to know is, what's the new CEO like? I saw him on his way up this morning, and I can only hope he plays for my team, if you know what I mean girl. But where is he?"

Bekah shrugged. "Uh, he's the CEO? I'm sure he can come and go as he pleases."

Oh, he comes as he pleases, Macy thought bitterly as she took a seat, giving a tight, professional smile to everyone. Now that she was an editor, she was subjecr to all the company gossip, and even while waiting for a meeting, they were like lionesses hunting for anything and everything to talk about. Even Heidi gave a small smile. "Thanks Bekah. Emily," the girl replied with a tinge of sarcasm, shifting uncomfortably at the toy up her ass. "As for Dami-- Mr. Van Horne, I think he may be gay. You should try to find out though, Stefan. It doesn't hurt to try, you know?" He likes ass so much, let him have yours, not mine! "But anyway, I think he'll be here any second now."

 

[Dark Prince]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Damien took his time dressing, using a mirror on the other side of the office from where Macy had fixed her make-up to adjust his tie back to perfect sharpness. Fortunately, the loop that had been stained with Macy's saliva was hidden under his collar and he was soon looking his normal, impeccable self. Turning to study his desk one last time, he spied Macy's underwear in a small, wet ball where she had spit it out. The pair was definitely unwearable and she'd no doubt forgotten about it in her embarrassed rush to flee. Well, he didn't want her wearing underwear anyway, but it wouldn't do to leave out in public. Damien picked the sodden cloth up and placed it in an empty desk drawer to save in case he ever needed another gag.

Macy had quickly slipped back into her normal haughty airs as her ardor had cooled. It was a defensive mechanism, no doubt, a means of coping with the anger and self-disgust she likely felt at what he had just done to her. Even worse, the shameful way she had responded to his cruel abuse, liking and even begging for pleasure by the end, was undoubtedly making her seethe with turmoil. It would be much easier to just hate him and try to act like everything he was doing was horrible and vile. Far more troubling to wrestle with a still unrequited yearning for more of her tormentor's attention. To say he had upended her world was an understatement, she was suddenly both at the top of her professional career and very much at the bottom of her moral values. Just like he wanted her to be.

"Do go ahead, I'll be there in a minute," Damien had replied coolly to Macy's departing words. He was half tempted to drag her back in for another spanking, her attitude was insolent and her words dismissive. Not as deferent as how he'd shape her over the next couple weeks, but he supposed some leniency would be tolerated as she was only an hour into her training. Her tongue was the problem, and he'd have to work on restricting that sharp weapon in her mouth. She must learn to not speak unless asked first. He gave her one final cutting comment before she exited. "Oh, and your ass was not bad, but I'm sure you'll be a much better fuck with some more training."

After letting the team, including Heidi, stew for five more minutes, Damien strode out of his power office and nodded to his new temp assistant. It was the girl's first day n the job and she stared at him wide-eyed, clearly having heard some strange noises from the office of her CEO. Let her spread the rumors, Damien wanted word to slowly trickle out that the sanctimonious Macy Hill was fucking her CEO in return for her new role. Let her suffer from the very accusation she liked to cast herself.

"Thank you all, let's get started. I'm here to save our magazine before it founders and sinks into irrelevancy. We had the premiere brand in fashion, and starting today we are going to make that brand relevant for all women, not just fifty year olds," Damien announced after he entered the conference room. Almost a dozen senior editors sat at a long table, with an empty spot at the head for their new CEO. He didn't sit, but paced as he talked, pausing at times to emphasize a point and fix someone with a hard stare. In his suit and with his slight German accent, he looked every bit the part of the immaculate, handsome and decisive CEO. Their eyes were locked on him almost magnetically, sycophantic smiles on their rapt faces as they drank in his act, although Heidi's smile looked a little forced. Did the only man in the room just wink at him? Damien furrowed his brow at that unsubtle gesture and noticed an evil twinkle in Macy's eyes. Was that a sense of smugness he felt radiating from her? The little tart would regret trying to play games with Damien, that was for sure. "I want ideas of how we can change our content. New designers, younger trends, guest columnists, new columns, more street fashion, and whatever else you can think of. I've already asked Macy Hill to start a column around sex and relationships, of course tying it back to fashion in some way. Macy, please stand up."

Damien strode towards her and stood behind her as hand slipped into his suit pocket. With a little twist of his finger, he moved the remote control for her butt plug to its lowest of ten tormenting levels of teasing. It would send a nice, warm, radiating wave of pleasure through Macy's core, as well as stimulate her sensitive and just fucked little ring. The light vibration was enough to distract her, but not hopefully reduce her into a babbling mess in front of her peers, at least not yet.

"Macy - I was thinking about a first column idea and I wanted to get your thoughts. The elephant in the room here at Couture is inappropriate office relationships. The rumors are already swirling about George beyond our walls. I think we should hit the topic head on, even controversially. Why dress nicely in the office if you aren't flirting with someone after all? What are your thoughts about an article that encourages women to date men in their office, even their boss?"

 

[Chai]

RE: A Devil's Game || Ariamella & Prince

Holy shit, Macy almost laughed out loud when Stefan winked at Damien. And it wasn't a small let's-share-a-secret wink, it was a full on come-fuck-me wink that only someone like Stefan could pull off. Smug satisfaction curled her lips up in a slight, almost imperceptible smirk as she watched Damien pace in front of the Couture staff. But what was funnier was watching Bekah's eyes trail his movements like a predator might watch its prey. She was known for being the office lioness, beautiful and just the kind of woman most men would want. The only problem was that men found her to be intimidating as she was overly confident, walked around with a resting bitch face as her normal expression and came home with a fat paycheck every month. And the woman had set her 32 year-old sights on Damien, no doubt already planning how she was going to win him. Or devour him, whichever was easiest to accomplish.

Macy stood proudly when Damien introduced her, smiling and nodding at the murmurs surrounding her.
"That's Macy? No way, what happened?"
"Didn't she just used to be Heidi's assistant?"
Ah, it was nice to finally get some recognition around here, especially because the ideas Damien named off had been hers to begin with and were only surfaced because they were part of the file she had given George, which was stolen by Andrea. But no matter, she had an entire section of the magazine now, a spot on the editors team and a small staff of journalists to help her get started. Damien came to stand behind her and she stiffened slightly, mind wandering back to the episode in his office; the last time he was behind her, she was trussed up on a desk with his large cock in her ass. But they were in a public meeting, and she was sure he wouldn't try anything... Would he?

Then a vibration hit her, low and steady, but very much there. It caught her off guard, making her eyelids flutter at the pleasurable hum centered on the sensitive ring between cheeks that still stung from the rough fucking. On some distant level, it was erotic to be so dirty in front of her unknowing coworkers, but on another level, she was mad -- beyond pissed really -- that the CEO would choose to exercise their deal here at a professional meeting. Was he out of his fucking mind? What kind of game was he playing at? Resisting the urge to turn right around and scream at him, Macy tried to calm herself by taking a sip from her glass of water, listening to his article suggestion. What came out of his mouth was so surprising that the vibrating butt plug was pushed to the back of her mind.

"Um," she started, her face displaying a look of shock that matched everyone else's in the room. Even Heidi's normal impassive expression was replaced by a questioning gaze. How was she going to word this so it didn't come out, well, bitchy? Work relationships were some of the most inappropriate things that could happen in a office, especially between an employee and his or her boss. She frowned, finally turning around to look him in the eye. "Mr. Van Horne, excuse my honesty, but I don't think it would be wise to write such an article. People are already questioning the moral standards here at Brandon-Demmings, so I'm not entirely sure writing a piece about office relationships would boost our public image. It would either be heavily looked down upon or interest people so much that they snatch it right off the shelves... The topic of employee and employee bosses are tabboo in a sense as many people see it as gross moral turpitude -- or sexual harassment as most call it." Her hazel eyes stared down the black and violet orbs in front of her in an accusatory manner, but in the end, she still lost. They were too intense, too knowing and melted right through her, reminding her of the toy in the very naughty spot. And suddenly, she could feel just how intense the low vibration was, spreading warmth even to her core. An embarrassed blush appeared on her cheeks, her breathing caught just the slightest bit, and the girl was forced to look away and turn back to the Couture team.

" ... But if he insists, I suggest we take a classy approach to this and focus not only on the fun, flirty side to it, but also the professional side and how it can be beneficial to a serious relationship." Is that shit even possible? "And of course, we have to figure out how to relate it to fashion. I'm thinking for the relationship portion we can do an article on the excitement of work relationships, discussing why they're so intriguing and how to handle them -- both in the office and in bed. Then for fashion we can do a fun blurb on what to wear to impress the man in your office. We can base it off type -- you know, the whole 'if he's on the shy side, wear this and that to appeal to his tastes' ... What do you guys think?"

Bekah nodded, eyes twinkling with her usual lioness self. "Geez Macy, only you would call it gross moral turpitude. I mean, as long as Mr. Van Horne is okay with it, I'm sure writing the article won't be such a big deal as you make it out to be. I, for one, know that I dress to impress, so why should I have to hide that from any man? Isn't that right, Damien?" Her voice practically purred his name out, caressing the three syllables sensually, and Macy couldn't decide whether she wanted to snicker or gag at Bekah's forwardness.

She wanted to sit but wasn't sure if the plug would loudly vibrate against the seat of her chair, so instead she turned back to Damien, searching him for approval on her ideas. If there was one thing she liked, it was praise for her work, and even she thought she could take a little bit of teasing in return for some compliments.

 

[Dark Prince]

Damien let his smile fade and eyes harden when Macy began speaking and apparently was trying to argue against his story idea. The combination of his look, and the butt plug merrily buzzing away in her rear, seemed to soften her and her blushing, slightly squirming change of heart made a little smile reappear on Damien's face. It was so hard for the principled young woman to do this, write an article taking a position that was against one of her core moral beliefs, but Damien was forcing just this topic as it struck to the core the 'retraining' he had planned for her.

"Good, you do have some excellent points of course, but we are all adults, right?" replied Damien, reaching out and gripping Macy's shoulders and giving her an affectionate squeeze of support as he stood close behind her. "If we can't find romance in our office, where we spend most of our days, it's a bleak outlook on our love life, right? Think of yourself as playing the Devil's advocate when you write the piece, how you'd argue against what is something you clearly have strong emotions about. I'm sure you'll do an excellent job."

Damien gave Macy a gentle shove to sit back down as Bekah began speaking, dismissing Macy's gaze of approval with a curt nod. He eyed Bekah critically as he resumed pacing around the conference room. Now here was a minx that knew how to use sex as well as ability to get to the top. Whether she actually fucked anyone or not, she made every straight man she met want to please her just for a chance to get in her panties. She likely had the same effect on women, not necessarily a sexual desire, but her confidence, assertiveness and killer appearance sparking envy and a desire to associate with someone who was likely a Queen Bee on the rise. And she wasn't dumb. No, Damien had reviewed her file and Bekah was one of the top editors in the industry and a tireless worker. She was likely gunning for Heidi's job in ten years and certainly Macy's biggest long-term rival. Without a dramatic personality change for Macy, she didn't stand a chance competing with this Lioness who would wrap every person she met around her little finger, and use all of her talent, abilities, and good looks to do it.

"I think Bekah has a great grasp on the argument I'd like to see us make," replied Damien, letting his eyes dart down to inspect Bekah's cleavage. He smiled and nodded towards Macy, reaching a hand into his jacket pocket and turning the butt plug up another notch. "Macy, why don't you get her thoughts on your draft? I'm sure all of her good ideas on the topic will rub off on you and you'll learn a lot from working with her."

"Now, let's have the circulation and readership analysis presentation I requested. I think we should know where our readers are going (most of them are dying because they are so old) and what the younger generation is reading instead," said Damien. Since they were projecting, he took his chair from the head of the table and squeezed it in next to Macy. One of Heidi's editors stood up and started to go through a presentation that detailed all of the flagship magazines problems attracting new users. It was rather dense, slightly boring, and Damien took the time to study Macy's face as the girl digested the new setting of the vibrator in her ass. When there were around eight slides left, Damien started to increment the butt plug one level with every slide advance, smirking as he knew each increase would send a jolt of new pleasure through Macy's already tortured frame. He scribbled a note and slid it to her when there were two slides left. Don't cum.

"Good, why don't we pause on this next last slide, it's time to get ideas. Let's take a couple minutes. We'll go around in a circle, Macy, let's start with your direction. Give me some thoughts on what we can do to be more relevant to women under thirty?" asked Damien innocently, turning his dark eyes to regard Macy. It would be fun to watch her squirm through her colleagues' inane suggestions as she likely hovered at the brink of a massive, long desired orgasm.

 

[Chai]

Okay manwhore, go check out Bekah's boobs. You must not see a lot of that where you're from. You're like a horny teenage boy who can't control himself.
Macy's thoughts were paired with a sour look that flashed across her face for just a few seconds as she watched her boss's eyes rake over her coworker's chest. Bekah was no plain woman; she was a full on D-cup vixen who wore push-up bras and harlot makeup on the daily, yet she seemed to pull it off in a way that no one else could. If there was any way to be classy and a little bit slutty at the same time, that woman was it. It probably had to do more with her personality being friendly and elegant rather than trashy and whoreish, but either way, her looks were killer and she was obviously proud of having caught Damien's eye. She flashed him a perfect, toothy grin and subtley pushed her chest forward in an inviting manner.

Okay bitch, go ahead and be a slut for him -- he loves that kind of weird shit--
Macy's thoughts were interrupted by a more intense buzzing that radiated from the plug within her bottom. Her lips thinned out in a displeased expression, but the quick flash of desire that washed across her face was unmistakeable. But no, she knew it would take more than two measly vibration settings to make her forget that this was her job -- her future. No matter what Damien did, she was determined to make it through this meeting without being embarrassed by him. She had endured too much at his hands already, and she wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe if she ignored him, he would just disappear. At least, that's what she wanted him to do. "I'll be sure to get her take for the article. Bekah and I would be glad to work with each other."

The presentation seemed to be her best chance at finally getting some time to gather thoughts that didn't include Damien, and she eagerly turned her head to the projection screen, only to feel him squeeze in next to her. Hot anger flashed up again, and she struggled to keep it controlled, moving as far away from him as possible. But as the presentation she went on, she found herself getting pulled in by the analysis, almost forgetting Damien was there in the first place. It was alarming to see how much their readership had dropped, and she took notes diligently, ideas already running through her head on how the issue could be fixed. Occasionally she'd catch Damien's eye, and each time she'd quickly turn away, loathing the smug look he donned on his face. A quick buzz from her pocket diverted her attention to her phone, and she sneaked a glance downward for just a moment.

Stefan: girl, mancandy is watching you!!!

From acroos the table, the style director winked at her. He seemed to catch the CEO's eye as well, and he sent an even more suggestive wink Damien's way. Macy rolled her eyes, and a minute later came another buzz:

Stefan: omg girl I'm just taking Van Horne's advice.

Macy had just hit the reply button when the a jolt of sensation washed through the lower half of her body. Annoyed, she turned and shot her boss a glare that, she hoped, would make him stop.but even through the annoyance, her body seemed to melt even more at the stimulation in her ass. Her eyelids fluttered for a second, and it took almost all her concentration to focus on the presentation at hand. But with each slide came a higher vibration, and by the last slide, she was almost reduced to a quivering mess in the middle of the meeting. Her thighs were pressed together, breathing quick and shallow, and she felt warm all over, trying desperately not to succumb to the toy. A pink flush tinged her cheeks, and when Damien asked her to offer her thoughts, she just about lost it.

"I, uhm...." Oh, the internal muscles clenched the plug, tightening and releasing deliciously around it. "It would be nice if we got some... Younger models... And maybe did some street fashion more than the couture high fashion." The last bit came out in a rush, almost as if it pained her to say it.

"Macy? Are you okay?" came Stefan's voice, concern coloring his tone. "You look like you're about to be sick."

The girl merely nodded in response, waving her hand for the next person to continue. About halfway around the table, she moaned suddenly, loud and drawn out. The whole room seemed to stop and look at her, and her own mortified self could only find the voice to mutter, "Excuse me," before looking down and doodling on her notepad, pretending to be busy over ideas and suggestions. Her face was aflame with embarrassment, and she chewed on her lower lip, trying to stop more sounds of pleasure from escaping her lips.

 

[Dark Prince]

Damien was getting more pleasure out of Macy's battle against her body's sensations than even he had expected. The sexually uptight young woman was struggling to contain herself as the steadily increasing ball of vibrating pleasure in her ass was threatening to tip her over the edge into a mind shattering orgasm while in a meeting full of her peers. She was getting so close, so very close to the edge. Her face was flushed, breathing coming in ragged little pants, and she had difficulty focusing her eyes or even seemingly paying attention. And that delicious squirming, as if she couldn't find a comfortable position in her chair or had suddenly developed so much nervous energy she couldn't sit still.

The order not to cum was perhaps a bit cruel, but she was so dangerously close, and already horny from her earlier assfucking, that without a something to cling to she might just well lose control and have a mind shattering orgasm. That would be fun to watch, but she'd embarrass herself way of Damien's schedule and that simply wouldn't do. Not that it would be a bad thing, he could deal with the resultant rumors that would abound, but he liked to take training slowly and part of this "exercise" was a test of her self-control. She had to learn discipline, and how to follow his orders, and his hand written note was becoming the lifeline to which she was clinging to retain any dignity.

Follow my orders. Cling to my authority. They will give you strength.

Damien's eyes, stern and fixed on Macy's face, seemed to radiate that unspoken message. Listening to her bumble through her thoughts on the presentation was comedic and Damien almost wanted to give her handa a squeeze as a show of support, but instead decided to move his foot under the table and firmly step on her toes as she finished her scattered and non-sensical remarks. The sharp pain might be a welcome distraction and ease her back from the brink she teetered on as the entire room stared at her in puzzlement.

"Good, thank you," said Damien before nodding for the next person to speak. He back off the vibrator slowly, turning it down in increments until it was totally off by the time the meeting ended. He wondered idly if Macy missed the pleasure now that she had fallen from the precipitous heights at which he'd had her balanced moments earlier? She'd be relieved no doubt, but perhaps also a bit regretful at missing a chance to finally cum after this already long day of sexual frustration?

"That'll be it for today everyone. Today is the first step in a long journey to turn this magazine around. Mark my words, we will succeed," Damien said in closing. As people stood to leave, he turned to Macy and added loudly enough that people heard and understood he wanted them alone, "Macy - if you have a second, do you mind sticking around?"

When the door finally shut and the last person had left, leaving the two of them alone, Damien patted the table next to him. There was a devilish smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eye.

"Hop up hear, dear. I want to check in on how you are doing."