After a few minutes of hard fucking, he lifts me and lowers us to the floor, yanking the corset down so that my breasts spring free. He shoves his dick back inside me as his mouth lowers over my nipple. His hand remains clamped over my mouth as he bites gently at the peak with his teeth, and I shudder even as he chuckles at my reaction.
Then, he starts to drive into me. The new angle sends shooting waves of pleasure through me as he thrusts his hips ruthlessly hard. I can feel the carpet burning against my skin as his hips hammer against me, my legs splayed wide.
The pleasure spirals, and I jolt violently as his other hand comes between us to rub my clit. I can’t help the sound that erupts out of me then, and two long fingers push into my mouth, stifling the sound.
The sensation is foreign and unfamiliar, but as he does it, I’m desperate for him to push them in harder, loving the feeling of his utter dominance over me.
That’s all it takes, and I groan around his fingers as I come, sucking at them. He stiffens above me, finding his release as I feel him pulse inside me, his cock emptying into the condom.
I shudder as we remain frozen like that, his body suspended above me as we come down from our release.
Gently, he removes his hand, pulling out of me, breathing heavily. He is kneeling over me, catching his breath before he stands and offers me a hand.
Once I’m upright, he turns me to face the mirror as he unties the corset and peels it off my body.
A proprietary hand presses over my stomach as he looks at me in the mirror. I’m naked in front of him, his strong thighs on display, but his jacket, shirt, and tie still immaculate.
His hand dips down, hooking between my legs as I gasp in shock. Crawford pushes against me, scraping his teeth over my neck.
“Did you come?” he growls, and I can only nod as his finger dips inside me again. As he withdraws it, he brings the tip to his lips and sucks the end of it as I watch, ridiculously turned on by the sight.
“Mm. Fuck. You’re gonna drive me crazy. Get dressed and tell Eleanora we’re buying this corset. You have free rein to get anything else you want. I expect you to look the part from now on.”
With that, he turns away, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. In seconds, he’s gone, as if he’d never been there at all, and I’m standing naked and well-fucked, terrified Eleanora will come back and see me like this.
I rehang the corset, making sure it’s as pristine as possible. Then I tidy everything up and put on one of the suits she found for me. Folding my mother’s carefully away, I put it into a bag and wait for Eleanora to return.
As I do so, I look at one of the beautiful blouses hanging on the wall. It has a label dangling from it. Most of the clothes I’ve tried on didn’t have price tags, but this one does.
I flip over the label and stare at the number on the other side. It’s $800, just for ashirt.
I smooth a hand over the suit, astounded that anyone can be so blasé with money. My new wardrobe costs more than my car.
It feels wrong, having all this decadence when so many have so little. I resolve to share as much as I can with Annabelle. When she’s better and needs a job of her own, I can lend her anything she wants.
Chapter 13
Amelia
On Saturday morning, I rise early and run myself a bath. If I ever want to soak in the tub at home, I have to be up before my dad. He tends to monopolize the bathroom doing I don’t even know what, and I want a chance to luxuriate in hot water before I have to start my day.
It’s 6 a.m. and I’m lying with my head resting on the cracked tile, listening to the birds tweeting outside. For a few precious minutes, I can forget everything else is going on in the world and just be.
There’s an ache between my legs even now. Crawford has fucked me more times in a week than most people get fucked in a month. My body is still getting accustomed to it.
He made good on his promise for the corset, too. I came in wearing it the following day, and by two minutes past eight, he was pounding into me over his desk. We paused for a coffee and then he fucked me again on the couch, before he headed to a meeting.
The transition between naked and sitting on his cock, and then being his assistant, is still jarring though. Any interactions we have in the office are cold and professional. It’s difficult toseparate the feel of his hands on my naked back one minute and then his barked commands the next.
The whole job has been a steep learning curve, but what I find most surprising is what I’m learning about myself.
In my mind, I always imagined that I would want to be with someone who took care of me. A lover who caressed me, told me I was perfect, and showered me with gifts.
Instead, I’m with a man who is the furthest thing from aloverI could get. He barely speaks to me, fucks me so hard I have bruises on my hips, and was so disgusted by my wardrobe that he bought me a new one without even asking.
He’s a dominating asshole, but apparently there’s a part of me that loves it.
The rough sex definitely pushes buttons I didn’t know existed in me. When he talks dirty to me, I can barely think straight.
