Chapter 2: Building Tension
The car ride back to Michael's penthouse was a blur of emotions for Jenna. She was excited, nervous, and curious all at the same time. Her heart raced as the city lights flashed by outside the car window, the sound of the engine humming in her ears.
She looked over at him, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but she could see the hunger in his gaze. She shifted in her seat, feeling the wetness grow between her legs.
She had been thinking about him since the moment they met, and now the tension between them was palpable.
He pulled into his private parking garage, the car purring softly as it came to a stop.
He turned to her, his eyes blazing with desire, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.
He said, "I have one rule. You do what I say. Or you leave."
Michael's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
Jenna hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what she was getting herself into, but the thought of leaving was just as terrifying.
She nodded in submission, and Michael's lips curled into a smirk.
He led her into the guest suite of the penthouse. It was a small room with a twin bed, a little fridge, and one whole wall was mirrors and it had wood floors, like it had been a dance studio. It was small but nice.
There was a single nightstand with a table lamp on it, and a few of Michael's old workout weights scattered around the floor.
It was far from luxurious, but it would have to do for now.
Michael turned to face Jenna, his eyes dark with desire. She stood before him, her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow bursts. She could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and it made her feel dizzy. He took a step closer to her, and she backed up until she fell onto the bed.
She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, and he could feel the blood rush to his cock.
"Do you know what you're doing, Jenna?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"Michael... I..." she stammered, her eyes darting around the room.
He saw the fear and excitement mingled in her gaze, and it made him even harder.
"I said, do you know what you're doing?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jenna looked up at him, her heart racing as she felt her resolve crumble.
"Yes," she whispered eventually, "Yes, I know what I'm doing."
He smirked at her response and leaned down, his fingers tracing the curve of her neck as his lips met hers. His kiss was rough and demanding, his tongue probing the depth of her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
She gasped as his fingers found their way under her skirt, tracing the line of her panties. "Please," she begged, her voice trembling with passion. "Fuck me." Jenna's words were barely audible, but they were all Michael needed to hear.
His fingers continued to trace patterns on her skin, causing her to shiver with anticipation and pleasure.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice filled with longing and desire. Michael responded by unbuttoning his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His erect cock sprang free, and Jenna's eyes widened as she took in the size of him.
Michael climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Jenna's legs. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, and he was desperate to bury himself inside her.
But he wanted to take his time, to make her beg for it. He knew that the anticipation would only make the release that much sweeter.
As he positioned himself above her, she reached down to touch him, her small hand wrapping around his thick shaft. He groaned as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and teasing.
"Please, Michael," she whispered, her voice heavy with longing. "I need you inside me."
Jenna's words were a desperate plea, and Michael couldn't resist. He reached down, grabbing ahold of her panties and tearing them off in one swift motion.
"Fuck," he groaned as he took in the sight of her bare pussy. It was glistening with wetness, and he couldn't wait any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock.
"Please, Michael," she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as she arched her back.
"Please, I need you inside me now."
Michael couldn't resist her pleas anymore. He thrust himself into her, filling her to the hilt. She cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. Each thrust was harder and deeper than the last, and Jena could feel herself being pushed to the brink of ecstasy.
"Yes, yes!" she screamed, her hips bucking wildly as he fucked her. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and sensitive.
Michael couldn't resist, and he leaned down to take one between his lips. He sucked and nibbled, causing Jenna to cry out in pleasure.
Michael's hands explored every inch of her body, from her soft thighs to her firm ass. He couldn't believe how perfect she was. She was made for him, and he planned to make her his.
Jena's moans grew louder, and Michael could feel her tightening around his fingers. She was close, and he wasn't going to let her come without permission.
"Beg for it," Michael demanded, his voice strained with restraint.
Jenna looked up at him, her eyes hazy with desire. "Please, Michael. Please let me come."
He smirked, his fingers still working her clit in slow, teasing circles. "I don't know, Jenna. You need to prove to me that you're worthy."
Jenna whimpered, "how?"
she asked, desperation lacing her every word.
Michael smirked at her response, his fingers still teasing her clit. "Use your words, Jenna," he commanded, his voice low and dripping with lust.
Jenna bit her lip, her mind racing to come up with something to say. "Please, Michael," she pleaded, her voice husky and thick with desire. "Let me cum. I'll do anything you want. ANYTHING."
Michael's smirk grew wider, and he nodded his head in approval.
"Good girl," he praised, his fingers picking up speed as they circled her swollen clit. "Now, cum for me."
Jenna didn't need any more encouragement. With a loud cry, she came undone, her body trembling and shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel herself clenching and releasing around Michael's fingers, and he groaned in response, loving the feeling of her tight pussy.
"You're mine now, Jenna," Michael said, his voice low and possessive.
"Say it."
Jenna looked up at him with a dazed expression, still lost in the throes of her orgasm.
"Say it, Jenna," Michael demanded, his fingers still working her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
"I'm yours," Jenna whimpered, her voice barely audible.
"Louder," Michael commanded.
"I'm yours, Michael," Jenna shouted, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and surrender.
"Again." Michael commanded.
"Say it again, Jenna. I want to hear you say it."
Jenna moaned as another orgasm tore through her, her whole body shaking and trembling.
"I'm yours, Michael, please fuck my cunt!" she screamed, throwing her head back as she came again and again.
Michael slipped his fingers out of her, spreading her juices over her clit as he rubbed her in a slow, deliberate circle. He watched as Jenna writhed beneath his touch, loving the way her body reacted to his commands. He leaned down, whispering filthy things into her ear as he continued to rub her swollen clit.
"Beg for it again, Jenna. Beg for me to make you cum again."
Jenna's breath hitched as she heard Michael's words, her body already trembling with need.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with longing.
"Please, Michael," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me cum again. I need it."
Michael's smirk widened as he heard her plea. He loved how desperate she was for him, how easily she submitted to his commands. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
"Cum for me, Jenna," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
"Cum for me, and I'll make all your dreams come true."
Jenna shivered at his words, her body already on fire with pleasure. She couldn't believe what was happening, how dirty and wrong it all felt, but she couldn't deny the way it made her feel. She was completely under Michael's control, and she loved it. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he made her body respond.
"Yes, Michael," she breathed, her voice heavy with desire. "Yes, I'm cumming.
Oh God, Michael. Don't stop." Jenna's voice was hoarse, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Michael continued to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her whole body trembled with pleasure, her muscles clenching and releasing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She could feel herself getting close again, her orgasm building deep within her core. "Fuck, Michael. I'm gonna cum again.
I'm gonna fucking cum," Jenna screamed, her body tensing up as she reached her peak. Michael groaned as he felt her pussy clench around his fingers, her warm juices spilling out onto his hand. He continued to rub her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she was a trembling, sweaty mess beneath him.
"Oh God, Michael. That was amazing," Jenna panted, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
"I'm not done with you yet," Michael said, his voice low and dangerous.
He flipped Jenna onto her stomach, spreading her legs apart with his knee. She let out a gasp as she felt his fingers brush against her swollen pussy, still wet from her orgasms.
"You're so fucking wet, Jenna," he groaned, his fingers tracing lazy circles around her clit. Jenna whimpered, her body already sensitive from her previous releases. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how much she wanted more.
Michael's fingers dipped inside her, curling up to brush against her G-spot.
Jenna cried out, her back arching as pleasure shot through her body.
"Please, Michael," she begged, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into the pillow. "More."
Michael growled in response, his fingers moving faster inside her. He could feel her getting close again, her pussy tightening around his fingers as she neared the edge.
"Cum for me, Jenna," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.
He could feel her getting closer with every stroke, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he drove her higher and higher. "Cum for me, goddammit!"
With a loud, keening cry, Jenna shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, liquid gushing out around Michael's fingers as he continued to thrust them deep inside her.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Jenna chanted, over and over again, her voice barely above a whisper.
Michael watched as she came undone beneath him, her body trembling and shaking with pleasure. He loved the way she looked when she was like this, completely lost in the moment, completely under his control.
He pulled his fingers out of her, watching as her pussy gaped open, still wet with her juices. He couldn't resist, and he leaned down to press his lips to her sensitive flesh. And bit her clit hard. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as his teeth crushed her clit, his fingers playing with her rear entrance. He could feel her getting close again, her legs trembling as she tried to press herself against his mouth. But he wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot. He pulled away, watching as she whimpered in frustration.
He smirked, standing up to remove the rest of his clothes. Jenna watched him, her eyes taking in his toned, muscular physique. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to be here with him, experiencing this kind of pleasure. She felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she took in the size of his cock, hard and erect. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the thought of having him inside her again.
Michael crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself at Jenna's asshole and thrusting in with no warning.
She screamed, her body tensing as she felt him enter her. He began to thrust, hard and fast, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.
"Fuck, you feel amazing, Jenna," Michael grunted, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. "You like that, you dirty little slut? You like it when I fuck your tight little asshole?"
Jenna could only moan in response, her mind completely consumed by the pleasure coursing through her veins. She had never felt anything like this before, and she knew she never would again.
Jenna's mind was a whirl of sensations as Michael continued to thrust into her. She could feel every inch of him filling her, stretching her to the limits as he took her body to new heights of pleasure.
"Michael, oh God, Michael," she moaned, her voice filled with longing and desire.
She could feel herself teetering on the edge of another orgasm, and she knew it was going to be bigger than anything she had ever experienced before.
Michael's pace quickened, and he could feel himself getting closer to release. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair as he roughly pulled her head back.
"Do you like that, you filthy little whore?" he growled, his breath hot against her ear.
Jenna couldn't answer, her mind completely consumed by the pleasure coursing through her veins. She could feel the pressure building deep inside her, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she inched closer and closer to the edge.
Michael's thrusts became more frenzied, his hips slamming against her ass with brutal force. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, and she knew he was close too.
"You're mine, Jenna," Michael growled, his fingers digging into her hips.
"I'm yours, Michael," Jenna panted, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"Fuck, yes," Michael grunted, his cock pulsing inside her as he released his load deep inside her asshole.
"That's it, Jenna. Take it all."
Michael collapsed on still inside of her ass, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
Jenna could feel his cock softening inside of her, and she could feel her own exhaustion creeping in. She couldn't believe what had just happened, how she had just let herself be used like that.
But even as she lay there, still impaled on Michael's cock, she knew that she would do it again in a heartbeat. He had made her feel things she had never even imagined, and she was already craving more.
Michael didn't pull out of her he just started snoring. Jenna was trapped with his cock firmly in her ass, at least she was going to sleep in a bed tonight.
She lay there, sandwiched between the mattress and Michael's sleeping form, his cock in her ass a constant reminder that she was still just a plaything to him.
She tried to shift her weight, to relieve some of the pressure on her hips, but Michael's grip on her tightened, holding her in place.
Jenna closed her eyes, trying to ignore the discomfort and focus on the fact that she was in a warm bed, with a roof over her head, and food in her stomach. She had been living on the streets for weeks before Michael had taken pity on her and brought her back to his place, and despite how fucked up their dynamic was, she couldn't deny that she was grateful for this temporary reprieve.
Jenna lay there, trapped underneath Michael's sleeping form, feeling his cock soften inside of her ass. She could feel every inch of him, the weight of his body on top of hers, and she couldn't move. She was completely at his mercy, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her as she fell asleep.
Despite the uncomfortable position she was in, Jenna slept soundly, lulled by the steady sound of Michael's breathing.
Morning came, and with it, the harsh reality of her situation. Jenna's body ached as she tried to move, the soreness in her ass a reminder of the night before. Michael's arm was still wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him as he slept.
Jenna's stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since their dinner together.
She tried to slip out from under Michael's arm, but he tightened his grip on her, mumbling something incoherent in his sleep.
Jenna sighed, knowing that she wouldn't be able to escape without waking him up. She lay there quietly for a few more minutes, listening to the sound of Michael's breathing, before finally summoning up the courage to speak.
"Michael," she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Michael, wake up."
At first, nothing happened. Michael continued to sleep, his breathing deep and even.
But then, he began to stir. His arm tightened around her waist, and his cock hardened.
"Mmm, what is it, Jenna?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
Jenna held her breath as she felt his hand slide down her body, slipping between her thighs to cup her mound. She bit back a moan as his fingers began to stroke her, his touch slow and deliberate as he teased her clit.
She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her body betraying her as it reacted to his touch.
"Michael, I-I need to pee." Jenna stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
But Michael was in no mood to let her go. He tightened his grip on her, his fingers continuing to stroke her as his other hand moved up to cup her breast. He pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
"Come on, Jenna. Let me feel how wet you are," Michael commanded, his voice low and husky with desire.
Jenna hesitated for a moment, but the feel of his fingers on her clit was too much to resist. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her aching core.
Michael took advantage of her invitation, his fingers slipping between her slick folds to tease her entrance.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, his fingers sliding inside of her with ease.
Jenna's breath hitched as she felt him fill her up, his fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside of her.
"Michael, please," she begged, her hips arching up to meet his thrusts. She could feel another orgasm building deep inside of her, and she knew she needed it. But she also knew if she came she was going to piss.
Michael seemed to sense her desperation, his fingers moving faster inside of her as he stroked her towards her peak.
Jenna could feel the pressure building, her bladder on the verge of bursting as she hovered on the precipice of orgasm.
"Come on, baby," Michael urged, his thumb now pressed firmly against her clit as he drove her closer to the edge.
"Let go, I want to feel you come undone."
Jenna whimpered as she fought the urge to give into the pleasure, feeling her muscles tense as she tried to hold back.
"I can't," she gasped, her voice a panicked whisper.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
But Michael didn't seem to hear her, or he just didn't care. His fingers increased the thrusts inside of her, his thumb still rubbing her clit in firm circles.
Jenna bit her lip as she felt her orgasm building, the pressure in her bladder only adding to the excitement.
She could feel herself getting close, her hips bucking wildly as Michael's fingers plunged deeper inside her.
"Fuck, Jenna," Michael groaned, feeling her tighten around his fingers. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."
Jenna's eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the release, but it was no use. With a loud cry, she surrendered to the waves of ecstasy crashing over her, her entire body shaking as she came hard. And as she came she pissed all over herself and the bed.
The warm liquid spread out from her, soaking the sheets and running down her legs.
Jenna lay there, panting and spent, a mixture of piss and cum leaking out of her abused hole. She was mortified, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the sense of relief she felt. It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
Michael pulled his fingers out of her, and slapped her cunt three times and said, "Flip over bitch, get your head in that piss and start slurping it while I fuck your ass again." Jenna followed his instructions, and it was then that she realized she was truly helpless in this situation. She was degraded and inferior in Michael's eyes, but she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that came with the degradation. She lowered her head to the piss-soaked sheets and began lapping at the liquid, savoring the taste of herself.
Michael entered her ass again, and this time he was just as rough and unforgiving.
He groaned as he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her pussy as he bottomed out. Jenna winced as he wrapped his hand in her hair, forcing her head into the piss-soaked sheets as he began to thrust.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "You like it when I fuck your tight little ass."
Jenna couldn't deny it. She loved the way he felt inside her, the way he stretched her open and claimed ownership of her body.
She loved the way he used her, the way he treated her like a filthy whore who existed purely for his own pleasure.
Michael's thrusts became harder and faster, each one pushing her closer to the edge. Jenna could feel herself getting close again.
"You're mine, Jenna," Michael grunted, his hips slamming against her ass as he pounded into her.
"I own you. I own every inch of your body." She belonged to Michael, heart and soul, and she loved it. She loved the way he took control, the way he dominated her in every way. She was just glad to be useful to someone again.
Even if it meant being treated like a piece of meat. At least it was better than being ignored and alone.
As Michael continued to thrust into her, Jenna's mind drifted to thoughts of submission. She had always been a bit of a submissive, enjoying the thrill of giving up control and letting someone else take charge.
Michael picked up his pace,
pounding into her harder and faster. Jenna could feel her orgasm building, the waves of pleasure crashing over her as he took her to new heights of ecstasy. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how much she needed it.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty little slut?" Michael growled, his hips pistoning as he drove deep into her bowels.
Jenna could only moan in response, the pleasure consuming her as she surrendered to the sensations overwhelming her.
Michael was brutal in his assault on her body, his cock slamming into her again and again as he fucked her relentlessly. "You love it when I fuck your asshole like the filthy little cum dumpster you are. Slurp that piss out of the sheets you dirty cunt."
Michael growled, his hands gripping her hips fiercely as he continued to fuck her mercilessly.
Jenna's mind reeled as the pleasure and pain mixed in a cocktail of debasing pleasure as she sucked at the urine stained bed sheets. The taste of it on her tongue ignited a sick combination of shame and arousal that she never knew existed within her.
Jenna's mind was a haze of sensation, her vision blurring as she submit to each thrust of Michael's cock.
"Such a dirty little whore," Michael grunted, gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her from behind. "Your ass feels so fucking good, Jenna. So tight and hot." Michael groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax. "Do you want my cum, Jenna? Do you want me to fill up your ass with my hot, sticky cum?"
Michael asked, his voice rough and low with desire.
Jenna's stomach clenched at his words, her body tingling with anticipation. She had never felt so filthy, so used, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her.
"Yes," she gasped in between slurps of piss, "Yes, please fill my ass your cum."
Michael's thrusts became more intense, his hips slamming against hers as he plunged deep inside of her ass. Michael was in pure ecstasy, grunting in satisfaction as he buried himself in her for the final time.
He let out a low groan as he filled her bowels with his warm cum, the sensation of her ass clenching around him sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Jenna whimpered beneath him, her entire body trembling as she came down from her own high. Her mouth was still planted firmly on the piss-soaked sheets, her tongue lapping up the last few drops of her own urine.
Michael pulled out of her with an audible pop and a string of cum connecting his cock to her asshole as he did so. "Clean me" he commanded.
Jenna whimpered but obeyed, turning around to face him. She took his cock in her mouth as she savored the taste of their mixed juices on his shaft. She wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around the tip as she took him deeper into her mouth. Michael groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she sucked and licked at his throbbing member.
"That's right, you dirty little slut, clean my cock," Michael growled, grabbing her head and releasing a torrent of piss down her throat. "Drink every last drop, you filthy whore. Swallow it all."
Jenna choked and spluttered at first, the stream of piss hitting the back of her throat unexpectedly. But after a moment, she adapted, relaxing her throat and swallowing as much as she could.
Michael allowed her a break after emptying his bladder, gazing down at her with a mix of disgust and desire as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Enough of that, cum whore," he spat, catching his breath before pulling Jenna to her feet.
He walked over to a nearby dresser and pulled out a shiny silver collar, complete with a tag that read 'Property of Michael.'
"Put this on," he demanded, dangling it in front of her.
Jenna took the collar hesitantly, her hands trembling slightly as she fastened it around her neck.
She couldn't believe what she was allowing to happen, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her.
"Good girl," Michael praised, stroking her cheek before turning his attention back to the bed.
"Now, where were we?"
He pushed her down onto her hands and knees on the piss-soaked mattress, spreading her legs wide as he knelt behind her. Jenna obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt his fingers probing at her entrance. She was still so sensitive from their previous encounters that she could hardly bear it.
Michael teased her, sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy slowly, listening to her gasps and moans of pleasure while detailing her job in the company as his assistant.
His fingers probed deeper as he outlined her responsibilities, which included scheduling and organizing his appointments, managing his emails, and serving as the first point of contact for clients and colleagues. However, there was an additional responsibility mentioned that made Jenna's heart race in fear and excitement. This job entailed being Michael's personal lifeline, providing for his immediate needs and desires, mainly satisfying his sexual urges. Jenna was to be available anytime, anywhere, without any restrictions.
And the pay—it was more than she could ever dream of. The prospect of having a comfortable life, a place to call home, and financial security was too tempting to resist. Of course she didn't realize that Michael was going to make sure she couldn't keep her end of the deal and would forfeit all of her pay and owe Michael for any and all expenses he had incurred.
As Michael's fingers continued to explore her folds, he whispered, "Are you ready, Jenna?"
Jenna could only nod. Michael pulled his fingers out and grabbed her clit and twisted while shouting, "Use your words."
Jenna yelped in pain and said, "Yes, I'm ready, Michael."
Jenna nodded frantically, her mind still reeling from the pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. "Yes, Michael, I understand," she cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"I'll do anything, I swear. Just please, don't stop."
Michael chuckled, his fingers still pinching her clit.
"Good girl," he repeated, giving her a rough slap on her swollen clit.
Jenna couldn't help but whimper at the sharp pain, but she knew better than to protest.
With one last tug on her clit, Michael got up and said, "Time to get dressed for the office, go get an outfit for the office."
Jenna, still reeling from the intense orgasm that Michael had just given her, slowly stood up and headed towards the walk-in closet. She surveyed the racks of sun dresses, extreme bondage gear, and not a single piece of underwear.
"What is your selection, cum whore?" Michael asked, his voice dripping with disgust and amusement as he watched her search the racks of kinky clothes.
Jenna gulped, her mind racing as she tried to come up with an answer. She had never given much thought to her work wardrobe before, but now it seemed more important than ever. She didn't want to disappoint Michael, or worse, embarrass herself in front of the company.
Finally, she settled on a short, black latex dress with a low-cut neckline and high slit. It was a bold choice, but she knew it would please Michael. She pulled it on, feeling the smooth material hug her curves tightly.
The dress was so short that she had to be careful stepping into her heels, lest she expose herself in front of Michael.
"Very nice," he said approvingly, his gaze sweeping up and down her body. "You look like a little doll in that outfit, Jenna. One that I can play with whenever and how ever I want." Michael walked around her, admiring his new toy from every angle. "Perfect."
Jenna could feel heat rising to her cheeks as Michael appraised her, his gaze lingering on her exposed thighs. She had never felt so naked, so exposed, and yet so turned on. She couldn't believe what she had agreed to, but at the same time, she couldn't help the thrill of excitement that was coursing through her veins.
Michael walked over to his dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a thick steel collar.
It had spikes on the inside that would dig into Jenna's skin every time she moved her head. He approached her with it, and before she could even react, he fastened it around her neck. She tried to protest, but even speaking was difficult in the collar.
The spikes dug into her skin, sharp enough to be painful but not so much that they broke the skin. It was a constant reminder of her new role as Michael's property, and she couldn't help but shiver at the thought.
"Good girl," Michael said approvingly, running his hand over the collar. Jenna flinched at his touch, still adjusting to her new reality.
"Now finish getting your whore make up on."
Michael snapped, pushing Jenna towards the vanity. Jenna had to kneel down obediently, to stare at herself in the mirror.
She had applied heavy eyeliner, extra blush, and bright red lipstick - a shade that was sure to draw attention. She looked like a prostitute, but she also looked sexy.
Michael came up behind her, grabbing her hair and turning her head.
"You look like a cheap slut. And I mean that in the best possible way." Michael's voice was thick with lust as he continued to stroke himself.
"I want you to watch me jerk off while I think about all the filthy things I want to do to you. All the dirty ways I plan on using your body. You like that, don't you? You like knowing that I'm thinking about destroying you. And that you wouldn't stop me even if you could."
Jenna's heart raced in her chest as she watched him. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock, his thumb swirling around the tip as he stroked himself.
She could see the precum glistening on the head, and she couldn't help but imagine how it would taste.
"You want to taste it, don't you?" Michael rasped, his voice dripping with desire. "You want to open your mouth and suck me dry." Michael continued, his hand moving faster on his cock. "You want to feel me explode down your throat, don't you? You want me to use you like the dirty office slut you are." She was dripping wet at the thought of being used in such a filthy manner. She wanted him to claim her in front of everyone, to make her his literal cum dumpster in the office.
"Please, Michael." Jenna whimpered, unable to keep the begging out of her voice. With that he came all over her face and her hair and said, "Now your work outfit is complete. Get in the back seat of the car and start masturbating while I get ready. And don't you dare wipe off my cum."
Michael commanded gruffly, before turning away and striding out of the room.
Jenna sat there, stunned, as she felt the warm liquid trickle down her face and onto her chest. She had never been treated like this before, but as strange as it was, she couldn't deny the thrill of submission that was coursing through her veins. She reached up with tentative fingers, only to have Michael's voice bark at her from the other room.
"Leave it, slut. I want you to walk out of this place covered in my cum, serving as a reminder of what you let me do to you."
Jenna's pussy clenched at the vulgar order, and with trembling limbs, she made her way to the back seat of the car. A sense of dejection and disgust bubbled up inside her as she closed her eyes, the scent of Michael's cum and the order to masturbate on her mind.
Jenna's fingers found their way between her legs, and she hesitantly began to stroke her clit. She whimpered quietly, torn between the shame and pleasure of her current situation. She didn't want to enjoy this, but her body couldn't lie. She was getting more aroused as she waited in the backseat furiously masturbating.
She could feel her juices flowing freely down her thighs as she frantically rubbed her clit. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of being debased and humiliated by Michael.
She thought about how he had used her as a mere tool for his own pleasure, how he had treated her like a piece of meat. She should have been disgusted by his actions, but instead, the thought of being so degraded turned her on even more.
She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be used like a mere object in the office, to constantly be at Michael's beck and call.
She could already feel herself getting close to climax, her fingers working frantically on her clit. She bit her lip to stifle her moans, not wanting Michael to hear how much she was enjoying this.
But as she felt herself teetering on the edge, she heard Michael's voice from the driver's seat.
"Don't you dare fucking cum yet, whore.
I want to watch you squirm while I drive." Michael commanded from the front seat. Jenna whimpered at the harsh tone he used, but her body didn't listen to her mind's protests. Her sudden orgasm rocked her body, causing her to convulse as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Jenna let out a muffled cry as she came, her entire body trembling as she milked her release.
"Fuck, I knew you would be a horny little slut.
Your pussy is absolutely drenched, fucking soaked in your cunt juice," Michael growled as he watched Jenna from the rearview mirror, her body still quivering from her unexpected orgasm. Jenna's eyes widened as she realized what she had just done, and even more so that Michael was aware of her arousal.
"Please, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." she trailed off, unsure of what to say.
Michael chuckled darkly, "Sorry... Oh you will be...You want to orgasm without permission...Well I can help with that."
Michael smirked, reaching into his glove compartment. He pulled out a small, pink bullet vibrator, and super glue. "I keep this in my car for emergency situations, like this one," he said, brandishing the toy with a wicked grin. Jenna's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She had never used a vibrator before. She had always been too ashamed to even consider it. But as she looked into Michael's hungry eyes, as he covered the vibrator in super glue and used her cunt flaps to secure it to her clit. Then he plugged it in to a car charger and turned it on high.
Jenna's eyes widened as the vibrations started. She had never felt anything like this before. It was intense, overwhelming even. She tried to pull away but it was glued in place.
"P-please, Michael. I-I can't..." she pleaded, her voice trembling.
But Michael only chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "You can, and you will, my little slut. You're going to cum for me again and again until I tell you to stop.
And trust me, I won't be telling you to stop anytime soon." Michael's voice was low and threatening as he leaned in close to Jenna, his warm breath fanning across her face.
Jenna's heart raced in her chest as she stared up at Michael, her mind reeling from the intensity of the moment. She had never been spoken to like this before, never been treated with such dominance and brutality. And yet, she couldn't deny the way it made her feel.
The unbearable pleasure of the vibrator on her clit pushed her over the edge, and she cried out in ecstasy. She couldn't help it, she had never felt anything so intense before. But Michael only grinned wider, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
"You like that, don't you, slut?" he said, his voice dripping with contempt.
Jenna could only whimper as she struggled to control her breathing, her entire body trembling from the force of her orgasm.
Michael started the car and the added vibrations ripped another orgasm from her.
Jenna's vision went white as she moaned loudly, her entire body shaking.
Michael grinned, reveling in the power he held over her. "That's right, cum for me. Cum all over my car seat. You're nothing but a filthy little slut, aren't you?"
Jenna couldn't even respond, she could only moan as another orgasm hit her. It was relentless, the vibrations of the toy and the car bringing her to the brink again and again.
Jenna couldn't take it anymore, her body wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. She started whimpering and pleading with Michael.
But he only laughed, "You think you can handle these orgasms, whore? I have news for you, I'm just getting started. This is going to be an hour long car ride"
Jenna couldn't believe what she was hearing, her mind spinning in a dizzying haze of pleasure and pain. She tried to protest, but her words were lost in a wailing moan.
She was beyond the point of refusal or rejection. She was drowning in her own moans and gasps as her body continued to convulse and shudder in pleasure.
She lost track of how long it lasted, trapped in a timeless haze of orgasms that washed over her like waves crashing on a shore.
Jenna was distantly aware of her surroundings - the car engine humming in the background, the road zipping past them, Michael's sinister laughter.
But mostly, she was lost in her own twisted ecstasy, her body wracked with wave after wave of orgasms. She had never felt anything like this before, never been pushed to the brink of sanity and pleasure so effortlessly.
Her screams were drowned out by the roaring of the engine, each wave of her climax hitting her with the force of a freight train. She was trembling, shivering, writhing, convulsing, drooling and moaning on the back seat of the car. Michael watched on in satisfaction, his cock hard and ready for more.
"That's enough for now, whore" he finally grunted as they pulled into the parking lot of his mansion.
He roughly switched off the vibrator, leaving Jenna a shaking, quivering mess as he unbuckled himself. "Ok Jenna, time to get out of the car. We're at the office."