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under him.
    “Pardon?” Own me? Maybe there were times when she felt like a slave at work but she was her own woman.
    “I own you and after this you’re going to do whatever I say.”
    “What?” It was true his dick certainly owned her at that moment.
    “You are mine.”
    “Now wait a second—”
    “Shut up.” He stilled within her.
    Carlisle gasped at the harsh tone of his voice. A chill ran down her spine. It was not fear she felt. It was excitement. She was turned on by the dominance of his words. “Sean, I—”
    He pulled out of her and yanked her down off the desk spinning her around so her ass was towards him. He pushed her back against the desk. “Say ‘yes, Sean, I belong to you’.”
    “Or what?” She rubbed her clit against the edge of the desk and moaned.
    Sean saw what she was doing and yanked her away from the edge. “Say it or no orgasm for you.”
    “Oh fuck off. This master to the universe stuff may work with other women but—
    oww!” Carlisle yelled as he parted her ass cheeks and jammed his dick into her anus.

    Having this done by Peter made her used to it and usually she would be prepared to be taken like this. She wasn’t with Sean. Hot dick drove up inside her without apology or stopping. Her hands gripped the desk, her knees wobbling as she tried to relax and accept his dick.
    “Say it.” He pulled out and slammed in again.
    Carlisle cried out once more. “Sean!”
    “Say it!” He pumped furiously within her.
    “It hurts.” It did at the start, but now? Carlisle pushed back against him.
    Sean laughed at her actions yet he kept up his wicked paced. “What do you want?”
    At the moment? Just him and his dick. “You.”
    He leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. “Good. I need to know what your ambition is.”
    She shivered at the warm breath against her neck. “Your job.”
    “You can’t have it.” The pace of his dick slowed slightly as his hands moved around to play with her clit. “Do you want Emma’s job?”
    Emma was his personal assistant. No one liked her. She was snotty and stuck-up at her self-importance of being the boss’s assistant. “Yes.”
    “And more money?”
    Carlisle moaned as his fingers on her clit matched the pace of his dick. “Yes, and I want her parking space.”
    “Who do you belong to, Carlisle?”
    The answer was simple. She wasn’t averse to playing a game to get what she wanted.
    “You.”
    “These are the rules.” He pulled out of her ass and turned her around. “Be ready and available with no panties any time you’re in this office. If you service me as a good slave should then you can have anything you want.” Sean pushed her back on the desk and dropped his face down into her pussy. He tongued her clit and cunt until she was screaming for release. Sean stood up, his face wet with her juices. He ripped off his condom and looked at her. “Who owns you?
    “You do.”
    “Beg me to come on your face and tits.”
    She felt relaxed and sated. He could do whatever he liked to her. “Please come on me, Sean. I beg you.” The sticky cum splashed on her breasts, lips and hair. Her eyes locked with his. “I’m yours.” And if I can get what I want? Even better .

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    The present
    And that was how it started. Any time Sean wanted her, he took her. It was dangerous and exciting. Emma got demoted and Carlisle parked in her empty space every day and was pleased with the short walk to the office. She did feel sad for Emma. But only slightly.
    The general consensus was that Emma got what she deserved and only a few questioned Carlisle’s sudden career leap.
    “Why are you late?”
    Um, was being shagged by two men yesterday an acceptable answer? “I’m sorry.”
    “Lift up your skirt.”
    Carlisle stiffened . Crap . She had worn panties today. She hadn’t been thinking straight after both Peter and Adam. “I, er —”
    Sean bent down and pulled up her skirt. He shook his head. “Not good enough, Carlisle.” Sean put