Chapter 1: Introduction
Betty used to say that money was the juice of human endeavor. I will admit, I had a certain respect for that hard-driving woman who owned the biggest goddamn corporation in New York City. But I would have never given a damn about Betty if not for our late-night trysts in the marble-walled bathroom of her high-rise penthouse.
I became her assistant three months ago, and I used that to my advantage. Betty might have been smart but I was smarter.
I knew her secret. The one that could tank her entire empire. I understood that I had a potent weapon in my hands. So, I started to play my cards carefully. I sweet-talked her during office hours. I bought her favorite strawberry tarts during lunch. I even sent her unsolicited gifts - expensive cognac, silk ties, Montblanc fountain pens.
At first, she was wary of my sudden warmth. But as the weeks wore on, she began to soften up.
A subtle smile would steal across her lips whenever I showed up with an unexpected gift or a thoughtful gesture. I knew I was making progress. One night, after a particularly grueling day of work, I found myself alone in her office. It was dusk and the city lights were a mesmerizing dance of gold and silver.
With just a hint of defiance in my voice, I asked her if we could have one of our usual chats, but a little more intimate this time. She hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. I moved closer, close enough to taste the vanilla of her perfume.
I perched on the edge of Betty's desk, my eyes never leaving hers. The energy in the room crackled with tension, a strange combination of fear and excitement.
"Listen, Betty," I said, keeping my tone light and casual. "I want to discuss something with you. Something a little...personal."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't say anything.
"You see, I know your secret," I continued. "And I think it's time we had an understanding. I'm not going to use that information against you, if you give me what I want." I paused for dramatic effect, watching her face carefully. "I want you, Betty. I want you submissive to me. In every way. I want to see you on your knees, ready to please me. I want to own every part of you."
Her hazel eyes widened in shock as my words penetrated her mind. She pulled back as if I had physically struck her. "You can't be serious."
I leaned in closer, my lips curling into a smirk.
"I've never been more serious in my life, Betty."
She swallowed hard, the sound echoing in the silent room. Her gaze flickered to the window, then back to me. I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she weighed her options.
"What makes you think I'll agree to this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Because you don't have a choice," I said simply. "I have you by the balls, Betty.
If you don't agree to this proposal, I'll show the world what you've been hiding these past years. And I can promise you, it won't end well for you," I said pointedly. She inhaled sharply, her expression filled with anger and humiliation. But I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't back down. She was a fighter, and she would rather die than admit defeat.
I leaned back on her desk, my eyes locked on her, waiting for her response. She stared back at me, her eyes cold and calculating.
"Do you really think I'll bend to your demands?" she asked, but there was no fire in her words. I could see the doubt gnawing away at her.
“Bend to my demands? Oh Betty in five minutes I expect you bent over your own desk like a dirty little bitch with your bare ass in the air and your panties around your knees, waiting to feel my thick, hard cock drive deep inside that tight little cunt of yours. I expect you to be trembling with fear and anticipation, eager for my punishment and my pleasure. And I expect you to be fucking silent about this, or we can arrange for your precious little secret to be exposed to all the world, and see how quickly your investors jump ship. Do we have an understanding here?”
I enunciated every word, letting her fully comprehend the depth of her dire situation.
I could see the moment she realized that the game had officially changed. I was no longer her right-hand man but her captor, her puppet master.
As I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, my voice softened, and I whispered in her ear, "But, don't worry Betty, I promise it won't be all bad. In fact, it will be quite the opposite. You're going to fucking love it."
She didn't respond, but her body stiffened as I lingered with the words.
The tension in the room was palpable, charged with both fear and desire. I smelled the scent of musk and sweat; I could tell she was excited too.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath her expensive silk blouse. Slowly, I unbuttoned it, revealing a lacy golden bra that barely contained her ample chest. I ran a finger down the curve of her collarbone, tracing a path to the hollow of her throat. She shivered under my touch, her breath hitching slightly as I reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
It slipped away, falling to the floor, as I let my fingers roam over the soft, full curves of her chest.
I lowered my head, kissing her neck, and feeling her body tremble under mine. I trailed my lips down to her shoulder, hearing her gasp as I slowly traced a pattern with my tongue. I gripped her waist and turned her around, pushing her against the cold glass window.
Betty's moan filled the room as I pushed her pants down, revealing her naked, toned ass.
“You”re so busy boss, when was the last time you got fucked?” I murmured the words in her ear, letting my hot breath linger there, and listened to her sharp intake of breath.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Henry.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, and there was a tremor in it that told me she was more shaken than she let on.
Grinning, I dragged a finger down her lower back, enjoying the way her muscles rippled under the touch. “Come on, Betty. You can be honest with me. I know you’ve been lonely.
You're a beautiful, powerful woman surrounded by men who either fear you or suck up to you. I can’t imagine the last time you experienced an authentic connection, or someone who could challenge you.”
She scoffed, but her body reacted to my words. She pressed her ass against me harder, trying to alleviate the pressure that was building up. I took my free hand and ran it through her hair, gripping the golden locks tightly.
“You don’t know anything about me, Henry. I’m only like this right now because your blackmailing me . But if I had a choice, I wouldn’t do this. And I definitely wouldn’t be with someone like you.”
With each word, she tried to wriggle out of my grasp, her voice laced with anger and resentment. But I just held her tighter.
“But you do have a choice, Betty. You have a choice to submit to me voluntarily. And who knows, you might even enjoy it.”
My grip tightened in her hair as I pulled her head back, and she let out a painful cry.
“You see right now Betty you aren’t one of the most powerful CEOs in the world, right now you a naked cunt about to get the fucking of her life . And you’re going to like it,” I growled in her ear, enjoying the fearful tremor that ran through her body.
Plunging my free hand between her legs I felt her slippery wetness and pulled my hand back out with a grunt.
“Already so wet, Betty. Did the thought of taking my big cock get you all worked up?” I laughed, taunting her as she groaned in frustration.
“ Fuck you, Henry,” she managed to spit out, though her voice lacked conviction. My erection throbbed in my pants as I gripped her harder, my fingers brushing against her wetness.
“Feisty, there’s that fire I love about you, Betty.”
I trailed my lips across her shoulder blades, biting down gently as she whimpered. I knew she was close to breaking. Then, I slid one finger inside her and watched her go rigid with pleasure.
“See how much your body craves mine?
You can’t deny it.” My voice was thick with lust and desire as I continued to slide my finger in and out of her. I could feel her walls tightening around me as she moaned with pleasure. I wanted more—needed more.
I removed my fingers slowly and unbuckled my belt, letting my pants drop to the floor. My rock-hard erection sprung free, and I wrapped a hand around it, giving it a few rough tugs. Betty watched me through hooded eyes, her chest heaving with each breath.
I could see the hunger in her gaze as she took in my throbbing length.
"Do you want this?" I asked, teasing her.
She didn't respond, just bit her lower lip, staring at my cock.
I gripped her hips and pulled her towards me, rubbing the tip along her dripping slit. She moaned and pushed back against me, inviting me in.
I ran my hand along her spine, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. I reached around and grabbed her breast, kneading it roughly while I plunged into her tight pussy.
I heard her moan as I started to piston in and out of her, my balls slapping against her clit. Her body shuddered with each thrust I made, and I could feel her wetness seeping down my cock. I swore, knowing I wouldn’t last long, not with the way Betty was writhing under me. I slammed into her with renewed vigor, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping me. I felt the tension building, then something inside her clamped down hard, squeezing my cock.
"That's it, Betty, come all over my cock," I demanded, gripping her tighter. She cried out as she shattered around me, and my body gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.
My fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as hot ropes of cum spilled into her. I groaned loudly, head pressed against the glass window, unable to contain my relief.
As we slowed down, our ragged breaths fogged the tinted window. My chest felt tight, and a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.
I withdrew slowly, leaving Betty crying out softly as the sensation faded. I savored the sight before me - Betty, panting and spattered in sweat, her eyes dilated and filled with lust. The moment I savored was fleeting, as Betty suddenly yanked herself away from me, her expression like thunder.
"You son of a bitch!" she hissed, storming towards the door. "This isn't over! I swear to God, I'll find a way to make you pay for that!"
I chuckled in response, watching her go.
"Sure thing, Betty. Now get on your knees and clean my cock with your slutty mouth like a good whore ." I looked down at my still-erect cock, sticky with our combined fluids, and gestured to the floor in front of me.
She hesitated for a moment, as if defiance were brewing inside her. But the cold, calculating look in my eyes must have extinguished it, and she slowly dropped to her knees before me. I grabbed a fistful of her short blonde hair and pressed my cock against her lips. She hesitated again, but I only tightened my grip on her hair, shoving myself past those pink, pouty lips.
I groaned as her wet heat encased my shaft, her warm tongue curling around my girth. I started to piston in and out, using her mouth like a dirty little fuck-hole, and her muffled groans only made me fuck her harder, faster, relentless in my pursuit of pleasure. I let out a guttural moan as I came in the back of her throat, holding her head still as my cock pulsed and emptied myself down her throat.
She winced, trying to pull herself away, but I held her firm, wanting her to taste every last drop.
When I finally let her go, she coughed and spluttered, wiping spit and cum from the corners of her lips. She looked up at me with pure disgust and fury in her eyes.
"You bastard. I hope you're happy now," she seethed, pulling her clothes back on as quickly as possible.
"Oh, I am," I said with a smug grin. "But our little arrangement is far from over.
I still hold that secret, and if you ever attempt to cross me, I'll make sure the whole world knows," I smirked, my eyes never leaving hers.
Her gaze darted away, refusing to meet mine, and I sensed that my words hit their mark.
Still on her knees, I reached down and grabbed a handful of her golden locks. I tugged her head back and leaned down, my lips grazing her ear.
"You're going to visit me tonight, Betty.
And you're going to wear nothing but a trench coat and those fuck-me heels you love so much. And when I open the door, I want you to walk right in, drop to your knees and crawl to my bedroom."
My words hung in the air, thick with desire and dominance. Betty's breath hitched as she tried to process what was happening. She looked at me with a mixture of fear and excitement, her pupils dilated with desire.
I knew that her resistance was crumbling, and that power was a drug she couldn't get enough of.
“See you tonight cunt ,” I say, patting her on the head and chuckling to myself.
I knew that I had won, and Betty knew it too. She hesitated for a moment, then got up, looking wobbly and completely fucked. She straightened herself up, taking long deep breaths as she tried to recover.
“Don’t embarrass yourself, Betty. Nobody saw what was between us, but if you can’t even walk straight, we’re going to have some explaining to do.”
She looked at me, biting her bottom lip, and I could tell that she was ready for more as I walked out of the office, heading home for the night.
I could hardly focus on the streets below as I negotiated the crowded sidewalks in my downtown loft. I wanted to kick off my shoes and take a cold shower, but I knew I needed to prepare for the next lovemaking session with Betty.
That night, I set up an intimate atmosphere in my bedroom. I lit candles, put on some slow jazz music, and bought a bottle of a fine champagne. When Betty arrived, dressed in aLinqster trench coat and a pair of tight leather stilettos, I couldn't help but swallow audibly.
The sight of her like that was enough to ignite a fire deep in my loins, and I knew right then that I was in for one hell of a night.
I opened the door to my penthouse, and my jaw almost hit the floor when she dropped the coat, revealing her bare, naked body. She looked stunning, her fair skin glowing in the flickering candlelight. Her perky breasts with stiff pink nipples stood at attention, and her taut stomach looked like it could crack a walnut.
"Good evening, Henry," she murmured, stepping into my apartment.
She wore a wicked smile as she crawled towards me on her hands and knees, the sight of her bare body making my mouth go dry.
I was already naked and dripping with sweat from our previous encounter, but I could feel my desire for her rising again. I grabbed a handful of her golden locks and tugged her head back.
"You look fucking good," I growled, my cock twitching with anticipation. "Now show me how badly you want this."
With that, I forced myself down her throat, watching as her chest heaved and the tears rolled down her cheeks.
I pulled out, slapping her face with my engorged cock before plowing back in, listening to the gagging noises she made. I could feel her throat spasm around me and it was the sexiest fucking thing I could imagine.
She pulled away, gasping for breath, and looked up at me with a mixture of fear and desire. "Please fuck me," she whispered, her voice raw.
But I wasn't ready to give in yet. I wanted to see how far I could push her before she broke.
I gripped her hair tightly and pulled her towards the bedroom, not saying a word. I wanted to hear her beg for it. To crave my cock.
She whimpered slightly as I dragged her across the sumptuous rug, our footsteps muffled in the plush fibers.
As we entered my bedroom, I shoved her onto the bed. She yelped in surprise, but the sound quickly turned into a low moan as she looked at me with wide, pleading eyes.
"Please, Henry," she begged, spreading her legs open in submission.
"I need to feel your cock inside of me."
I knelt down between her legs and ran my fingers up her inner thigh, reveling in the feel of her silky skin. I teased her entrance with my fingertips, watching as she squirmed under my touch.
"Beg for it," I commanded, my voice husky with desire. "Beg for my cock, and maybe I'll give you what you want."
"I'm begging you, please fuck me," she moaned, her eyes pleading with mine.
"I can't take it anymore. I need to feel you inside me."
Her words only made me harder, and I couldn't resist any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside her. She was soaked, dripping wet and ready for me. I groaned at the feeling of her tight walls gripping my cock.
"Oh god, yes," she cried out as I filled her completely. "Fuck me, hard."
I started thrusting in and out of her, each stroke harder and deeper than the last.
“Only one taste of my dick and that makes you into a dirty whore for me ,” I growled as I pounded into her, my hips moving in a rhythm set by my clenching fists.
Betty moaned, meeting me stroke for stroke, her wetness intensifying with each passing moment. Her body tensed, and I could tell she was clenching down around my cock, struggling to hold off an orgasm for as long as she could.
My own climax was close, the delicious buildup of forbidden pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
“So how does it feel to become a blackmailed dirty slut boss? You ready for me to breed you like a whore?” I asked , a wicked grin creeping onto my face as I looked down at her.
Her eyes widened with shock, but the gasp quickly turned into a moan as I thrust forward, burying my cock deep inside her.
“Ah, fuck, Henry,” she groaned, clutching at the sheets as I began to pound in and out of her tight pussy. The bed shook with each powerful thrust, the headboard smacking the wall with a hollow thud. I pinned her arms above her head, holding her there as I dominated her body.
“I own you now , you understand that, right? You’re mine to do with as I please. And you’re going to love it,” I spat out, my voice dripping with anger and lust.
I wasn’t letting go of her now. She would be my little fuckdoll until I tired of her. And judging by the way her body responded to me, I sensed that she wouldn’t tire of me soon.
With one swift thrust, I buried myself deep inside of her, and Betty cried out in pleasure.
I grabbed her hips, holding her in place as I began to pound in and out of her. Each stroke harder and faster than the last, building up a sweet rhythm as I plunged forward to swallow her cries of pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled, slapping her ass hard as she whimpered in response.
Her pussy gripped my cock tightly, slick and hot around my throbbing shaft, feeling like heaven as I drove in and out of her.
“Say something cunt , let me know you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” I grunted, feeling my climax building in my balls.
She had no words to say, but her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a loud guttural moan, losing herself in the moment.
I started savagely pounding into her as a low growl escaped me. She was breathing heavily, and her pussy squeezed tightly around my cock. The feeling of her body writhing beneath mine, nails clawing at me, made my dick harder than ever.
“Tell me you like being my whore, boss!” I demanded, my hips pistoning ferociously as I took her from behind, gripping her luscious blonde hair tightly.
Betty was gasping for breath, completely at my mercy as I plunged into her depths again and again.
“God, yes! Yes, Henry! You feel so fucking good inside me,” she moaned, her legs trembling with the sheer force of our lovemaking.
I grinned with satisfaction, loving the fact that I had turned my once-powerful boss into a moaning, trembling mess.
Betty's body clenched and unclenched around my cock, driving me further over the edge.
I groaned and raised my hips one last time, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I heard Betty gasp and felt her muscles tighten around me. I moved my free hand down her body, pinching her nipples as I pounded into her, feeling her walls grip my cock in a vice-like grip. The more she whined and wiggled, the harder I fucked her, my own pleasure building exponentially with each movement.
My balls tightened as I felt my climax nearing. I reached around to play with her clit, giving it a hard pinch.
Betty shrieked, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice grip. She shuddered deliciously, her muscles fluttering and spasming as she came hard, squirting all over my cock.
"That's right, boss, take my cock and cum like a good little whore," I ordered, my voice thick with desire and dominance.
She complied, her orgasm trigging my own, and I came hard inside of her, feeling my balls tighten and my cock pulse as I released everything I had into her depths. We were both left panting and gasping, our bodies glistening with sweat.
As we caught our breath, I looked down at her, taking in the sight of her sprawled out beneath me, still shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure.
"You're mine now," I whispered into her ear, my lips brushing against the shell of her lobe.
"Mine to do with as I please."
Betty shuddered beneath me, her body trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. She was still dazed, but I could feel a hint of fear in her trembling muscles.
"I-I understand," she stuttered out, her eyes flicking open as she tried to focus on my face.
"Don't forget it," I murmured, nipping at her earlobe before pulling away.
I stood up from the bed, my legs slightly wobbly “Get over here and clean my cock with your slutty boss mouth . I want to feel your tongue swirl around my shaft, tasting yourself all over me,” I commanded, watching as Betty hesitantly crawled over to me.
She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, taking it into her warm mouth. I moaned in pleasure, grabbing the back of her head to guide her as she sucked and licked my shaft. I watched as she worked me harder, using her tongue to circle the sensitive tip before taking it deep into her mouth, swallowing around me.
I had just fucked one of the most powerful CEOs in the world and now she was like her own juices off my cock like a common whore. I let out a low groan and thrust my hips forward, savoring the feeling of my head knocking against the back of her throat.
Her fingers dug into my thighs, urging me on, telling me to use her like a cheap piece of meat.
As I held her head in place, I let myself go completely. I could feel myself starting to lose control, and it was the best fucking feeling in the world.
I fucked her face harder, my hips pistoning in and out of her mouth, with no patience or respect for her discomfort.
I pulled out of her mouth with a loud pop “Lick and suck my balls, bitch ,” I ordered, and she obeyed without hesitation.
I could feel my animalistic desires rising to the surface, and I knew I wouldn't be satisfied unless I saw her completely submissive to me.
I looked down at her, her red lips glistening with my pre-cum, her eyes locked on mine with wide, pleading eyes. I didn’t know if she expected me to slap her or spit on her so… I did both, I spit on her face and then slapped her hard. She winced but took it like a champ. I could see her desire growing stronger with each hit, each taunt, I spat on her again.
“You like being my whore , don’t you?” I hissed. “Taking my cock like the dirty slut you are.”
She didn't respond, but her body shuddered in pleasure, her tongue darting out to lick off the spit from her cheek.
I gripped her hair, yanking her head back and forcing her to look at me.
“I can’t hear you, whore,” I sneered, my voice dripping with contempt. “Answer the question.”
“Yes,” she whispered, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“I like it.”
I sneered, giving her a savage grin, my fingers wrapped around her throat. “You love it, betty, you love being forced to submit.” I growled, finger nailing the flesh below her jaw as a reminder. “ What are you, Betty?” I asked, my voice low and commanding.
She gulped, trying to swallow around the tightness in her throat.
“I'm your whore, Henry,” she murmured, her eyes pleading with me to let up on my grip.
But instead of loosening my hold, I tightened it.
“Louder,” I demanded, my fingers digging deeper into her flesh.
“I’m your whore, Henry! I’m your dirty little slut. I exist solely to please you. Now, please, I beg you, just fuck me again!”
I released my grip, and her head dropped back down with a gasp, her eyes closing as she panted for breath.
But before she could regain her composure, I moved my hands to her thighs and pushed them open, exposing her glistening pussy to me once again. She was still soaked from earlier, and I couldn’t resist the temptation.
I dove in, tasting her salty sweetness, feeling her legs quivering around my face, her hands clenching into the bedsheets. I dove deeper, flicking my tongue at her clit, feeling it swell beneath my tongue.
Her moans grew louder, more uncontrolled, her body jerking against my face. I thrust my tongue into her, exploring her depths, tasting the sweat and passion that coated her.
“Please, more, please,” she moaned, her tone urgent, pleading.
“What will you give me, to fuck you again?” I asked, my hands slowly trailing down her naked body, savoring the feel of her smooth skin.
Betty glanced up at me, her expression a mix of shock, anticipation, and a strange look of surrender that seemed to be creeping in.
“ Please, Henry,” she whispered, unable to meet my eyes. “I need you, I can’t deny it anymore.”
I smirked and leaned closer to her, feeling her warm breath on my face. “That’s what I like to hear, boss. You’re finally starting to learn your place.”
Without another word, I closed the distance between us and crushed my lips to hers in a deep, searing kiss. It was a kiss that was meant to remind her who was in control now - and who would forever be.