I stare at the outfit draped across the end of my bed. All I can do is hope Kodiche doesn’t expect me to leave the house in this. It is utterly indecent, so revealing that I don’t even know where one would buy clothing like this. There’s no bra set out for me, but looking at the neckline, I don’t think a bra would work with this dress.

Is it even a dress? I think shirt is more accurate. It’s low-cut enough that I can see the inner curves of my breasts and even the lower edge of skin where my boobs and midriff meet. And the hemline is practically non-existent. If I so much as breathe too deeply, the mirror shows my ass. The panties he chose for me are not any better. White cotton, they looked deceptively innocent at my first glance. Then . . . Then I picked them up and noticed they’re crotchless. They hide nothing. The shoes he chose for me are more like ballet slippers with ribbons that wrap around my lower legs. After my near fall, Kodiche has wanted me to keep my feet on the ground.

It’s only a short distance from my bedroom to the home office on this level, but I take my time, trying to feel sexy in the scraps of fabric he calls clothing. I know I’m blushing when I enter the room; I can feel the heat on my face making me glow. I don’t think the hot wax he mentioned last night as a potential lesson could be any warmer than my cheeks right now.

“Do I look okay, sir?” I approach him with measured steps, turning to let him see the whole outfit before dropping down to kneel in front of him. It’s the one thing he doesn’t have to remind me of anymore. I kneel by instinct, loving the way he looks at me with a combination of pride and lust.

It’s the way he’s looking now, like he wants to eat me alive. “Spectacular,” he answers. “Up on your feet. Turn around for me, Vivian.” I steady myself on his desk as I get up and turn, knowing the dress has to be showing my ass. My skin is cool, definitely exposed.

“You are so fucking spectacular. Now bend over in front of me. Show me that pretty ass of yours.”

Mortification floods me as I picture the position he wants me in, of knowing what he’s probably going to ask for, but that’s second to being turned on, and I do as he asks. I love hearing his voice shake with desire. I do that to him.

“Oh fuck, baby. You look so fucking hot. Vivian, you are absolutely beautiful. I don’t even know where to start. The way you fill out this dress is outstanding. Your curves were made for this dress. I just knew it would be perfect on you, and you’re even better than I had fantasized. And the way you came in here so ready to please me, dropping to your knees?” His hands come up to my ass, gently stroking me at the edge of the underwear. “Vivian, you’ve grown so much in these past six days. I’m so happy that you’re learning to listen and obey all that I ask of you. I know it’s hard to be my good girl.”

One hand drops down from where he’s touching me, and I miss him immediately. “I’m hard for you,” he chuckles. “I’m going to make sure to reward you for your good behavior.” He pushes me down over his desk.

The wood bites into my stomach and thighs, and it’s icy against my chest, but the hot breath focused between my legs is the only thing that matters to me. Each time he inhales, he gets a little closer, and when he exhales, the heat teases me with hopes that he’ll touch me. I don’t care if it’s his tongue or a finger, I need more than just to be looked at.

“Yes, Vivian, I’ll make you come. You’re so pretty like this, on display for your boss. I could eat your juicy cunt every day as my dessert.” His lips brush me in a naughty kiss, and I buck my hips backwards to try and get more. THWACK! His hand slaps my ass, spanking me harder than he has ever given me as a first warning blow. “Hold still.” Kodiche’s command is one that allows no argument.

Gripping the far edge of the desk, I try to do as he asks. Hot and wet, his tongue probes me, licking between the lips that hide my clit and entrance, and I just get used to that when he buries his whole face in my pussy and starts to eat me out for all he’s worth.

From clit to the edge of my ass and back again, Kodiche uses his lips, chin, nose, and tongue to get me off, never letting me fully come back down. There aren’t circles or thrusts. It’s just Kodiche devouring my pussy, switching his focus often and constantly moving, and I can’t tell when I stop coming, or if I just keep going in one long orgasm. It’s soul-crushing in intensity.

At the brink of begging him to stop, when it really is too much for me to bear, he shoves back in his chair, wheeling away from me. He may as well have dumped ice water on me; the sudden end to my pleasure is painful. Wanting more, needing him inside me, I push back and wiggle, hoping to entice him.

“I said ‘hold still,’” he snaps. He slaps my back, but it’s something larger than his hand, and it stays there—hard and heavy. “I wondered how you got into my head and knew what my dirtiest thoughts were. How you knew how to push my buttons the way you did when you asked me to punish you. Then I saw this morning that my book wasn’t how I left it.”

Kodiche flips me over unceremoniously, and my back hurts as I land back on the desk. At this position, my boobs are hanging out of the dress, nipples poking out as they beg for his mouth or hands. And the panties aren’t doing a thing except covering the lower edge of my stomach and a tiny triangle at the top of my ass. His erotica book is beside me, having fallen off me when he turned me roughly. I’m glad it’s not underneath me.

Tracing my inner thighs, Kodiche’s hands don’t stop moving. He hikes my dress up even more, exposing me fully. “I need to know,” he asks calmly, “if you were just playing me to keep your job.” His voice is quiet and thoughtful, the way you might ask someone how they’re coming on a project at work.

How can he even ask that? Baffled by the change in his mood and the question, I lean up on my elbows so that I can look him in the eye. “I agreed to do everything you said; you knew what was happening. Besides,” I continue, “wasn’t this whole week your idea? You told me I had to be here for seven days and do every last thing you asked me to.”

He goes silent, eyes squinting as he looks at my exposed pussy. When he agrees, it’s cryptic and unnerving. “Yes, you did agree to do everything I said.”

Without explaining further, Kodiche reaches into a desk drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube and a purple anal plug. I’ve never done anything like that, but for him I can try.

“Sir?” I wait until his gaze meets mine. “I’ve never had anything in me . . . there.” I hesitate at the last moment, suddenly shy. “Can you go slow so it doesn’t hurt too much? Please? I’m willing to do it, but I’m scared of the pain.”

His smile returns at last, a pleased one that is not cocky at all despite the smirk it becomes. “I’ll make you feel so good that any hurting just makes it that much better. But, if it hurts too much, tell me. I really want to fuck your ass, Vivian. Knowing that no one has ever had it makes me want to just shove my cock in right now and claim you, but I can’t do that to you—cause you harm, I mean. I want you to enjoy it so that you’re begging me to fuck you in all your holes.”

Knowing he’ll take care of me is as hot as listening to him talk about wanting to fuck me. It’s what allows me to spread my legs, putting a foot on the arms of the chair to either side of his body. “I trust you, Kodiche.”

He surges forward and outward somehow, taking up more space as his hips lift. “Thank you for trusting me.” Reverent, his words hang between us even after the lube bottle makes a squirting sound that would have made us laugh in a different moment.

“I am going to stretch you with a few different plugs, and then when you’re loosened, I’m going to bury my fat cock inside your ass.”

The lube is cold as he first touches me, but the warm finger soothes the chill. “Just a fingertip,” he promises. It tickles in soft touches across the puckered skin, and I nearly come from the rapt expression as he watches his finger sink into me. I don’t know if I like the sensation at first, but he’s doing it to me. The discomfort fades soon with each gentle stroke inside me, small circles that ease me open. “Such a good girl. I’m going to try this first plug now. I think you’re ready.”

Icy lube drips down my ass, and he’s smiling at me as I jump. “Ask me.”

“Please put the toy in my ass, sir.” I gasp as it pushes into me, a slow deep stretch that I somehow love and don’t know if I like at the same time. It burns a little, but I breathe through it.

He rotates it, stretching me further, and then he starts to pull it out and push it back in. Full in a way I didn’t know possible, I know that this is going to get more intense. Only when my insides stop fighting the thrusts does he set the toy aside and reach for another plug. This one is black and shiny and a bit thicker. “Next.”

Kodiche repeats the slow preparation of my ass, making me focus entirely on the sensations there despite my pussy aching with emptiness. I love having his cock inside me, and I hope that he’ll at least finger fuck me there while he’s in my ass.

“I think you’re ready. It’s still going to be tight, especially this first time, but I can’t wait much longer. I want to see you like this, on your back on my desk, but I’ve heard that it’s easier on your knees. Which do you want?” My eyes are glued to his cock, so hard and swollen as he lubes it that it’s almost purple with blood. I don’t think he’ll last long inside me.

“I want to be like this, sir. I want to please you.”

It takes a few tries to get his cock and my ass lined up, and he’s right, it does burn. But it feels so good, like an intense spanking, and then the head of his shaft is past the tightest part of me—the outer ring—and then it’s just one amazing stretch. Sliding in, there’s a bit of resistance as he reaches the inner ring. “Hold still, just a moment,” I beg. My nails dig into his forearms as I try to still him. There will never be another first thrust into me. I breathe out, trying to will my body to relax. The pain subsides into discomfort, and I know I can get used to that. “Okay, I’m good.”

“Yes, you are.” He chuckles and thrusts forward a bit more, giving me inch after inch in a painfully slow glide. I hear the grind of his teeth and look up at his face instead of disappearing cock, and see his face screwed up like he’s the one with a huge dick up his ass for the first time. He’s close to coming already, I can tell. Bearing down, squeezing with all my might, I clench around his cock, pulling him deeper. “Motherfucker!” A litany of curses spill from his lips, and Kodiche reaches down and grabs the base of his cock.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he demands as I giggle. “Let’s see who comes first. The one who comes first has to wear that dress to go get dinner.” The game is on. He withdraws until it’s just the head inside me, and when his hips surge forward, his hand slides between us, fucking me with four fingers at the same time. “I can feel my cock inside your ass. Do you like it inside you?”

“I love it,” I tell him. I’m so full with him inside both holes, and it’s too much and not enough. “Fuck me.” I add a, “please, sir,” when he gives me an amused look.

It hurts when he really lets go, but I love it too much to make him stop. The burn gives way to just aching, and the desk squeaks against the floor with each thrust. I want to do this on every table in the house and maybe the beds, too.

“I’m going to fuck you on the conference table at work,” he promises. “I’ll start with your mouth, and then your sweet cunt until my cock is dripping with all your nectar, and then I’m going to shove into your ass and come in it while you’re kneeling where the shareholders eat their hors d’oeuvres and sip their coffee during meetings. And then I’ll have you walk around in a short little dress and keep my come up inside you while you do your work. If you let any spill, I’ll put in a plug and spank you with it in. Can you just imagine what it’d feel like?”

His free hand snakes up my body and grabs one nipple and then the other, plucking them and squeezing while still fucking me with the other hand. “I own your ass now, Vivian. It’s so red and puffy around my dick. And you look so fucking blissed out. We still have another day, maybe we can get clamps for your nipples, with a chain,” he grunts. “I can tug on the chain as I fuck you, making it—”

I jerk upwards, abs clenching as I come. There’s no warning, just one minute I’m hovering on the edge and the next I’m so aroused it is too much, and I’m coming hard on his cock and fingers.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck! I’m coming!” Kodiche rocks up into me, thrusting deep and letting loose his come. I can feel the heat inside me, bathing me with his release.

He pulls his fingers out gently, but he leaves his cock inside me, slowly pulling me forward off the desk until I’m sitting in his lap. “I fucking loved that,” he admits, kissing me.

Underneath the musky sweetness from him having eaten out my pussy just a short time before, I can still taste the watermelon and grapes from his fruit salad as he laps at my tongue lazily. “I loved it, too,” I answer as he pulls back from the kiss, silently asking for my response. “And I love kissing you.” Grabbing the back of his neck, I coax him forward into another kiss. I’m exhausted and sweaty, plus more than a little slimy feeling from all the lube we used, but I’m not ready to stop kissing Kodiche.

He’s obviously ready, though, and turns his head after only a few minutes. “Do you want this to end?”

“What?” How the hell would he get that idea after what we just did, what I allowed him to do to me. He can ask that with his cock still inside my sore ass?

“This game,” he whispers to me. “Seven days of being whatever I need you to be. We only have one day left, and then we’re done. Is that what you want?” His cock slides free of me, and for a moment I’m left open and empty, wanting.

I think about it all, now that he’s had me in every way possible that I know of. “Is that what you want?” I ask. It’s easier to turn the tables on him. I want more, but I’m not willing to put my heart on the line, not when it’s starting to feel like I’m being used for sex. “Are you the one just playing me? Are you going to fire me tomorrow just to please the shareholders? Now that you’ve popped my cherry ass and fucked me seven ways to next Tuesday, you can send me on my merry way and not have to deal with me again? Is that what you want? You’ll get your happy shareholders, a deal with the client, and you’ve had a week of a sex slave. You win everything, sir.”

He lifts me off his lap and puts me back on the desk, this time sitting directly on the wood. There’s pain in his eyes, the flecks of gold almost glowing against the near-black, but he blinks it away to cold fury. He lurches to his feet, looming over me, and grabs me up, pulling me to his chest. Every muscle in his body is taut as he holds me off the ground. His mouth takes mine roughly, a brand searing my soul with a hard kiss.

Just as soon as it started, I’m back on the floor, holding onto the desk for support, and he’s stalking off with no verbal answers. From down the hall, I hear the slam of his bedroom door. I'm unable to decide if I’m too tired to fight or if I’m too pissed off at his sudden change of mood to let this go.

Aching, I slowly leave the office we’ve made a mess of and head for Kodiche’s bedroom. The door is locked, and I can hear water running from the bathroom. “Kodiche,” I call.

“I’ll be done in here in a minute. You can then wash up and go to bed. Good night.”

I fight back my tears at his reaction. I tell myself he can’t be worth crying over, not if he can treat me like this. Longing to tell him to go fuck himself, I can’t muster the strength to wish him anything. I let my silence speak for me.