I pull his briefs down in an instant and his cock springs forward just for me. I smile at the sight and grab a hold of his engorged cock, rubbing it vigorously with my hands. He smiles and kisses me again, deeply. His tongue reaches the roof of my mouth.

I pull away and move to sit down on the couch, but he pulls me back up toward him. He turns me around and walks me over to his desk where he bends me over. His hands run along my buttocks, squeezing it gently.

Then, out of nowhere, he slaps his hand across my ass and I let out a yelp. I look back over at him and he raises his eyebrows in question, asking for my permission to continue. I nod my head at him and he doesn’t leave a moment of hesitation. He slaps my ass again and then rubs his hand against my backside to soften the blow.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Grace,” Boyd says, running a hand up my back. “You haven’t been getting your work done.”

Slap.

“And because of this insubordination, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Slap.

I hear him unwrapping something and can only assume that it’s a condom.

“Have to get the protection out of the way,” Boyd says, affirming my suspicions. “Even though I can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

After a moment, he grabs my ass with both hands and I can feel the tip of his large member against the entrance of my pussy. I’m already wet with desire and I can’t stand the thought of him being so close to me without him actually being inside me.

“Do with me what you must, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, in what I hope sounds like a sexy manner.

He takes this as the invitation it clearly is, and slowly slides his penis inside me. At first, it hurts, and I cry out despite myself.

“Ouch!”

“It’s okay,” he says, kissing my neck as he finishes putting it in me. Suddenly, my pain gives way to pleasure as I enjoy being completely filled up by his huge cock.

“Good girl,” he whispers, nibbling on my earlobe and grabbing my ass while he softly pushes himself in and out of me. “This is what I’ve been waiting for. Thank you for giving it to me. You’re my good girl.”

His gentleness almost makes me want to weep. But the feeling of him inside me, and the way he says “good girl”—something I never thought would turn me out, but sure does now, when he says it—makes me want to cum.

He moves in and out of me, continuing slowly at first, but then begins to pick up the rhythm. He grabs my hips for support and moves harder with each thrust. The desk groans its resistance as I groan in unison with Boyd. I can’t help but imagine his large cock as a nine inch tool, doing a good job of moving deeper inside me.

On and on, Boyd hammers inside me, moving harder and faster. His big cock crams its way to the back of my pussy, stretching me wide open. Beads of sweat break out on my upper lip and my forehead. Soon, my orgasm reaches climax and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me.

My vagina closes tightly around his cock and he lets out a moan of pleasure. Just as I’m about to cum, I feel his cock vibrating, and can feeling him emptying, into the condom, at the same time as I reach the height of my own climax. I lift my head back and try to control my breathing.

But to my dismay, I can’t control myself. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m moaning and sighing, saying his name over and over, trying to remind myself not be too loud, but it’s too hard to think of practical issues right now.

“Oh, my God,” I hear myself saying, as if it’s someone else— completely beyond my control. “Mmmmm. Boyd. Oh, my God. That feels so good. Ahhh. Ahhh. Mmmmmm.”

I breathe deeply, feeling my cheeks redden, knowing that he can tell how good I feel, which makes me feel more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Good girl,” he says, pinching my clit in his fingers and looking down at my pussy still quivering and shaking, with his cock still inside it. “It’s okay. You can let yourself go now, you’re safe with me. I just want to make you feel good.”

His cock is still mostly hard inside me but it’s half hanging out now, so that my pussy juice is dripping out onto it. He rubs his fingers along his cock to scoop up some of my wetness and then he rubs it around on my clit while his other hand plays with my left nipple.

“I’m going to make you come again, so you can keep going ahead and letting yourself go,” he informs me. “Just say whatever you want, Grace. Let me know how I make you feel. I like to watch your pussy and your face as you cum.”

I nod and stare at him as he pinches my nipple hard while also rubbing my clit. The sensation is nearly overwhelming, since my nerve endings are still so sensitive from coming. I start to cum again almost immediately. I feel embarrassed but then remember he told me not to.

So I spread my legs even wider for him, letting him have his way with me, and he takes his cock out of my pussy and slaps it around on my clit while fingering me. This makes me come quickly and almost violently; I love the way he’s slapping his cock around on me yet is still so gentle.

“Oh, my God,” I call out, arching my back while he smiles into my eyes. “I’m coming again. I feel so amazing. Oh, my God, Boyd. Boyd, I’m coming.”

“I know, Grace,” he says, putting another finger into my pussy. Now I’m stretched almost as far as I was as when his cock was inside me. He looks closer at my pussy and then puts yet another finger in.

“I love how no one has ever had this pussy except for me,” he says, as my orgasm subsides but I still feel so good with his fingers inside me. I wish he’d never take them out. I want him to play with me and pleasure me all the time. “I love how it’s mine to do what I want with. Isn’t that right, Grace?”

“Yes,” I nod, loving that I’m on full display for him and that he’s doing whatever he wants with me.

“Say ‘yes, boss,” he instructs me.

“Yes, Boss,” I tell him, a chill running down my spine at how forbidden it sounds.

He runs a hand along my back and slowly pulls his fingers out of me. This action leaves me with an empty sensation, new and uninviting.

“That was amazing,” I say, turning around and kissing him deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.

“It wasn’t too rough?” Boyd asks, concern clear on his face. He searches my face with his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you? I know I got a little carried away. I couldn’t help myself.”

“To the contrary, Boss,” I say, running my hands along his body. “You’ve made me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before in my life.”

I speak honestly, feeling as though this man is the only one who can bring out my true self. I no longer feel embarrassed around him, because he told me not to be.

“I’m glad to hear that. And I enjoyed it very much too,” Boyd says, picking up our clothes from the floor and separating them out between us.

I slowly get dressed, watching him the entire time. I can’t get rid of the smile on my face as I finish dressing and gather up my work to leave. He smiles widely at me as I leave his office and the all too distressing thoughts of what I’ve just done don’t reach me until I’m half way down the hallway.