For Your Reading Pleasure

He's sitting comfortably in a high-backed leather chair. The lights are dim, so I can't read his expression. But the air between us crackles with anticipation.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes. Do you know why?"

I think about it for a moment. The most likely explanation is that he knows about the cheating. Selling exams doesn't usually land one in this situation. It's the buyers who get caught. But I've never had any reason to buy them.

Still, I don't see any reason to volunteer the information.

"No, sir, I don't"

He's quiet. "And you expect me to believe that?"

"Maybe. Or maybe there's something I can do to convince you." I answer.

"Are you sure you're ready to make that offer?"

I hesitate. "I know that my offers are usually welcomed." I set my things down and begin to take off my blouse and skirt. Underneath I'm wearing a bustier and stockings with high heels. I walk towards him and lean against his desk. "Am I wrong?"

He says nothing and stands up, hovering near me. I feel flushed and a little nervous.

"Turn around and bend over the desk" he says. I comply.

He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back, holding them in one hand. I struggle slightly and whimper.

"Is this not what you had in mind, slut?"

I pause. He takes his free hand and slides it between my legs. "Something tells me you don't really object."

Before I can answer, he pulls a pair of cuffs out of his desk and uses them to hold my wrists together behind my back. He takes a folded cloth and gags me with it, tying it around the back of my neck. Still bending over the desk, I squirm and push back against him. I can feel his cock pressing through his pants.

"It's going to take a heck of a lot more than a plain old blow to satisfy me. And I'm going to enjoy taking it from you."

He grabs my hair in his hand and pulls my head back. He whispers in my ear, "You're mine now. Your hot little cunt is mine. Your mouth, your ass and every other part of you. You'll do as I say, come when I call and take what I give."

He jams his fingers inside me and rubs my wet slit again and again. I moan softly through the gag and roll my hips against his touch.

"I'll do this as often as I please, and I'll make you wait for it, too. Does my slut understand?"

I nod. He takes his hand away and I moan again, louder. He brings his hand down on my ass, hard. I jump slightly and try to wiggle away from it. He brings it down on me again and again.

"If you won't hold still this will get a lot worse for you."

I stop moving and breathe heavily against the gag. He pulls my hair back and looks into my eyes. "This is just the beginning. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." He unlocks the cuffs and uties the gag.

"Get dressed. I have an appointment in ten minutes. You'll meet me at the coffee shop down the street tomorrow at 5:00. Wear these things under your regular clothes. And if you're late, you won't get your precious cunt touched at all."

To be continued...