Four Motivations

Literotic asexstories – Four Motivations by DomBombadil,DomBombadil
“Sir? You asked to see me?” Abby strove to hit just the right tone between nervousness and confidence. It’s not often an intern was called to see the CEO after hours, and stroking his ego while still sounding professional seemed the right tack to take. Admittedly, the nervousness was the easy part.

Sebastian Mendoza turned away from the window of his corner office with a smile. He owed his height to his father, but his muscular frame to hard work, first doing manual labor as a teen, then a short stint in the military in his late teens and early twenties. In his mid-thirties, he maintained it through almost religious attendance at the gym.

“Abby! Please, come in. Oh! And close the door; lock it, too, if you wouldn’t mind. The cleaning crew sometimes forgets to knock.”

Abby found the request odd but acceded; her internship had technically ended at 5 PM that day, but there was no reason to irritate a man that could make or break her future. Her very recently former boss gestured for her to sit as he did the same.

His deep, smooth voice washed over her. “So, tell me: how did you enjoy your internship with us?”

“It’s been a fantastic opportunity, Mr. Mendoza–”

“Seb.”

“… Seb. I’ve learned so much, and I can’t thank you enough for placing me with such a great staff.”

He smiled broadly. “That’s excellent. And, let me tell you: I’ve heard great things about you. Your work ethic, willingness to sacrifice, business acumen, and soft skills are all quite laudable.” Seb opened a desk drawer and withdrew a manila folder. “I’ve personally written a glowing letter of recommendation, and I’ve made sure that HR knows to praise you to the high heavens when fielding requests for information.”

“Thank you, sir!” Abby blushed at the effusive praise. She had heard that Sebastian was a fair but exacting man and hard to please. He didn’t give kudos without good cause. “That’s very generous. I don’t know what to say. If there’s anything I can do–”

Seb frowned and tapped his desk. “Actually, there is something I could use your help with.”

“Sir?”

“May I ask why you didn’t apply for a job here at Mendoza Consulting? I know that you’ve got several offers lined up at our competitors, and I’m frankly disappointed that we didn’t get a chance to keep your talent in-house.”

Abby’s blush deepened. She hadn’t expected to be put in this position; the intern rarely ended up in the spotlight, no matter how much she deserved it, instead being seen as a strong, capable team player. She attributed much of that to her appearance: short and a little heavy, conservative dress, and thick glasses. The young woman had hoped this would be one of the times she was overlooked, at least by Sebastian.

“Well, sir, I wanted to broaden my skillset. This has been such a wonderful experience, but I–”

He raised his hand. “Please stop lying to me, Ms. Weston.” Abby opened her mouth, but a glare from Mendoza stifled her objection. “You and I both know that my company is the leader in this sector. Everyone I’ve spoken to, from your coworkers to your manager to your fellow interns said that working here was a dream of yours. So why not apply for a permanent position?”

Abby bit her lip. “I…” The answer didn’t come, because the answer was unacceptable. Abby knew that. Worse, Sebastian knew it, too. She tugged at one of her red curls, a tell she’d had since she was a child, but one she’d managed to suppress at work until that moment.

Mendoza sat back in his chair. “Do you know the secret to my success, Abby? Behind the spreadsheets and databases and all of the other nonsense that we have to provide to clients so that they’ll take our suggestions?”

“N- no, sir.”

A pause. “I think you do. But I’ll indulge you for just a little while longer. My secret is this: I understand the four pillars that drive the vast majority of people. If you know what someone wants, what they need, what they fear, and what they hate, you understand them. You understand what they’ll do and why they’ll do it in the vast majority of circumstances.”

The young woman sitting across from the CEO shifted uncomfortably as he continued. “I do my best to make sure I understand all of my people on this level, too. It’s important to be able to motivate one’s employees to be their best.

“Let’s take you, for example.” He slid the manila folder across the desk to her. “You want the recommendations and accolades. They’re the reason you studied hard, why you’re at the top of your class, and what drove you to beat out thousands of other candidates for this internship.

“That’s the easy one, though. What about need, hate, and fear? Those took me longer, and I wasn’t absolutely sure until just now. You’ve done an admirable job hiding them from me, haven’t you, Ms. Weston?”

“Sir, I- I don’t–”

Ignoring her, he continued. “Fear was the easiest of the three. You’re afraid that you’ll be less than you could be. Terrified to not be a strong, independent woman. To continue to be overlooked. Or worse, to be seen for the wrong reasons. You’re a beautiful woman, but you do everything you can to hide it from your coworkers–especially your superiors–for fear that you’d be accused of sleeping your way to the top.”

Abby’s eyes burned with anger. “Mr. Mendoza, this is highly inappropriate.” She began to stand. “I am going to leave now, and if I hear another word–”

“Sit!” The single growled word stayed her motion. “Sit. Now.” Two more forced her back into her chair as surely as if his large, callused hands had pushed down on her shoulders.

Sebastian smiled magnanimously. “Fear, you see? I made a statement, that you’re beautiful. Another, that you hide it to avoid accusations of trading sexual favors for advancement. And your response was to bolt from your chair and threaten me. I never said you did such a thing, nor that anyone accused you of it.”

She scowled at him, and he sighed. “Abby, I’m trying to do you a favor. Understanding what motivates you helps me, but it also helps you. I’m not saying that you need to change your behavior; your wish to get ahead on your merits is admirable. But your fear makes you vulnerable to manipulation.

“Let’s talk about hate and need, then. I find it incredible how often they’re not just related, but the same. That’s definitely true for you. But in your case, all four of your motivators tangle together, pushing and pulling against one another until you end up moving in the wrong direction.”

Abby almost snarled but caught herself in time. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What?”

“A boyfriend. Besides… Devin, was that his name?”

“I… How do you know about Devin?”

“We’re a business intelligence firm, Abby. We–” He chuckled. “–I know a great many things. I know that Devin is a convenience for you, not a real boyfriend. I know he’s who you call when you need a date for a company party. He’s who you visit when your sexual needs–”

“Hey!”

“–Become too much for you to ignore. And I know you’re fond of him, but like one is fond of a puppy. He’s sweet. He’s affectionate. But when it comes to the term ‘boyfriend,’ the word ‘boy’ is operative.”

Abby’s flush had long since ceased to be a product of embarrassment and instead turned to one of rage. “That is none of your business!”

“Hate and need, Abby. I’ve seen you check the buttons on your shirt before you meet with me, making sure they’re fastened all the way up. I’ve watched you smooth your skirt, ensuring that it’s not showing too much leg. How your makeup accentuates your loveliness just a little less when you know you’ll be working with me.”

“I–”

He stood, hands planted on his desk. “The way your breath catches when I round the corner. The way you lose your train of thought. Even the time you needed to psych yourself up when you were meeting with me this evening. I make you uncomfortable, even though I’ve never acted with impropriety. Why is that?”

“You’re- you’re the CEO. You could–”

“Stop. Lying.” He leaned forward. “I thought at first that you just wanted to fuck me. Needed to fuck me. But that isn’t it, is it? If that were all it was, you’d put your big girl pants on and go on down the road. There are a dozen guys, younger ones, that look as good or better than me that you come into contact with every day. But that’s not it.”

Abby averted her gaze. He had struck too close to the truth, and every movement, every action, every expression gave her away. “Stop. Please.”

“You don’t need me to fuck you.” He chuckled again, and she shifted in her chair once more. “Not just fuck you, at least. If it was just a fuck, you’d figure out some way to get it out of your system; have your puppy relieve the pressure, bed one of the other interns, something.”

He started to move around the desk, and Abby could only sit speechless, internal voice begging, ‘Please, no. Please, I can’t. Don’t!’

“No, it was the fact that you didn’t apply here, even though it’s your dream job. Your self-hatred prevented it. Your hate that, deep down, what you need is to submit to a man that’s more powerful than you. Not to advance your career, not to starfuck a CEO, not even to assuage your curiosity. Because you know that it’s what you were made for: to be my slave.”

“No!” One shouted word from a weak voice.

“Abby.”

She choked out another feeble, “No.”

“Abby, look at me.” The young woman shook her head, but a finger under her chin tipped her face towards his.

“Please, I don’t want to–” His thumb stroked her cheek, wiping away a tear.

“No, you don’t. But you need to.” Abby’s mouth moved without forming words. “Your career is assured. Regardless of what happens in the next few hours, you can be the successful, accomplished businesswoman you want to be. I will do everything in my power to make that happen. You deserve it.”

Abby hissed, “If I fuck you.”

“No. I don’t work that way. You’ll submit to me because it’s what you need, not because of threats. I’ll be discreet; no one will ever know what happens here unless you tell them. And you’re not my employee right now; I have no power over you other than what you give to me.”

His finger trailed down to her collar, opening the top button. “Because you will give it to me. Here and now, in this place, your fear and your hate aren’t anywhere near as strong as your need.” Another button opened. “Are they?”

The tears came freely now. “I can’t. Shouldn’t.”

Seb smiled knowingly. “But you will.” The battle between need, hate, and fear inside her ended.

The intern’s mouth opened and closed again, but this time Sebastian’s finger moved from cheek to lips. She kissed it, then took it inside her mouth, sucking at it for lack of what she truly wanted there. Her hands replaced his on her buttons, stripping her shirt far quicker than he could. The CEO took in the beautiful sight of his submissive beginning to accept who she was for the first time.

“Good girl.” Abby shivered; those two words awoke in her more lust than the string of sweet boys she’d dated through high school and college ever had with their fumbling worship. She needed this man to show her what she had missed in all that wasted time. “Get my cock out.” A low needful groan escaped her lips as she frantically fumbled to submit to the older man’s will.

While she was occupied with that, he sat on the edge of the desk. Abby gasped when he tore her bra open, fearful and excited at his strength. She had come into this office by herself; if he had chosen, she could never have stopped him from claiming her. But then, that was still true, wasn’t it? He had claimed her before he ever laid a finger on her.

“You’re as beautiful as I’d hoped, Abby.” She looked up briefly, the light of the setting sun reflecting off her glasses. He gently chided her, “Back to your task, slave.” She closed her eyes and shuddered. ‘Slave.’ Everything she hated and feared and needed, all rolled up into a single word. Her body sang out with no longer suppressed desire and did as her master bade, working at buckle and button and zipper.

For his part, Sebastian toyed with the thick pink nipples that he had uncovered. Abby’s breasts were magnificent, but the nipples? Those were art. He pinched one, and Abby squirmed. “These will look even better after I have them pierced, don’t you think?” Not asking. Telling. ‘Your body is mine.’

At last, Abby was through his outer garment and staring at his briefs. The bulge concealed therein made her mouth dry and her panties wet. Even obscured, she could tell it was far larger than any she’d ever had. She looked up for reassurance one more time; she found only displeasure at her hesitation. Abashed, she muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry… M- Master.” The word fought to stay inside. Until that moment, she had only acted and thought, not spoken. Speaking made it true, no matter how much she hated and feared it.

“Again.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” Louder. Clearer. It was true. And like any truth, repeating it made it easier to face. “I’ll do better. I promise.”

“I know you will, slave. Now.” He patted her head and smoothed her hair. “Take my cock out.”

“Yes, Master.” A third time turned it from an acknowledged truth to a joyful affirmation: Sebastian was her Master. Whatever else they might be at another time or place, here he was her Master and she his slave.

It was with this newfound joy that Abby returned to her task. She eagerly pulled at the waistband of his briefs and found her reward. His cock sprang free, thick and long, its circumcised head slippery with precum and balls heavy with seed for his new slave. She gasped at the sight of him, licking dry lips in preparation for what would come next.

“Worship.”

The curvy redhead didn’t hesitate; she needed this, needed him, needed his cock to fill her in every way it could. Abby’s tongue lavished attention on his sac first, teasing him with sensation and her with the faint taste of sweat. His musk flooded her senses, and she found her hands stroking his thighs almost of their own accord. Abby’s mouth moved to the shaft next, kissing and licking–occasionally nibbling–up and down it, before reaching her goal: the fat head, plum in shape, size, and color.

Among many other qualities, Sebastian’s self-control had made him the head of a burgeoning empire, but every man has his limits; Abby’s lips wrapped around his cock found them. Her urgent sucking, driven by her need and his response, blew right through them. He had remained silent until then, if not immobile, but when he looked down at her chubby face greedily fellating him, he couldn’t help but moan, “Abby!”

Abigail Weston closed her eyes and purred. Her Master had called her name out in rapture; what more could she want than that? Accolades, opportunities, advancement: these found themselves relegated to the furthest corners of her mind. The worship: that was what mattered.

Seb grabbed her hair by the fistful and drove his hips forward. She was unprepared for his length and found herself choking and gagging on it. He paused, giving her time to adjust. None of the boys–and her Master had been right that they were mere boys–had ever reached so deeply into her mouth. None had dared to force her to deepthroat them, if it could have even been called such, considering their dicks. But Sebastian didn’t have to force her. The word echoed in her ears as her lips sunk further down his shaft: ‘Worship.’

The thing that most surprised her Master wasn’t her enthusiasm, or even her skill; no, it was Abby’s glassy-eyed delight as his dick drove deep enough to cut off her air. He experimentally forced himself into throat, holding her by her hair, and found her more than willing to skirt the edge of unconsciousness. The needful slave’s gasps when he released her sounded to his ears like music.

Sebastian repeated the experiment over and over; reproducibility is key, after all. What he found made him more certain than ever of Abby’s nature and her place in his future. He could have held himself inside her until she collapsed, and the young woman would have begged for more upon awakening; of that he was certain. He released her for a moment and asked, “You like that, don’t you? Not being able to breathe?”

She nodded, choking and gasping, then rasped, “Yes, Master. Very much.”

He nodded, then took her by the hair again. Thai time, though, he yanked it backwards, angling her face up at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.” With the other hand, he stroked his cock, edging closer and closer to orgasm. “Mouth open. Eyes, too.” She complied, tongue extended for her first treat of the night. “Good girl. You like being my good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master!” Her mascara ran in streaks down Abby’s cheeks. Snot and saliva dripped from her chin. Sebastian grunted, and rope after rope of his cum joined it, raining down on her face like a blessing. Her glasses, hair, and lips all caught his spend, and she laughed, giddy both from oxygen deprivation and the newfound joy of submitting to him.

He released her hair, and she fell back into her chair. Abby continued to gasp while regaining her breath; he did the same, albeit for different reasons. “Give me your phone.”

She hesitated for just the briefest moment, not even long enough for him to open his mouth, then complied. Seb pointed the phone at her glazed face, waiting in vain for the device’s security to recognize her through the mess he’d created. He laughed, “Looks like I’ll need your code, instead.”

“3715, Master.”

Nodding again, he unlocked the device; her home screen showed a neutral, boring landscape picture. A quick swipe later, Sebastian pointed the camera at her. “Smile. Like you mean, it, girl.”

She did mean it; that was what made it so damning in her eyes. The small, embarrassed smile she presented first had been the fake one; the huge, devoted grin was her true self. And now, the man that had pierced her disguise documented that truth as cum dripped from her face. She loved every single aspect of that tableau save one: that his cum was on her instead of in her.

What Sebastian did next turned her love for her truth towards a love for him: he handed the phone back. “I told you before, Abby, that there would be no threats or outside compulsion. The backdrop for this picture is clearly my office. If you wanted to, you could destroy me. It doesn’t matter that you’re no longer in my employ. The press would have a field day, regardless of whatever spin I put on it.”

“I’m giving you one last chance to turn back. If you leave, as I promised, I will do everything I can to help you; that picture and its consequences will ensure it. But if you stay, I will use and abuse you in every way I–”

Her Master didn’t manage to finish his sentence. Abby’s fingers flew over the touchscreen. There was a “ding” on Sebastian’s phone, then Abby showed him the display as she tapped the “delete” icon. “I sent it to you, Master. It was such a beautiful picture, and I’d hate to see every copy destroyed. Now you have the only one.”

He smiled and stroked her chin. “Unique, then. Like you.” Her breath caught. The affection in his eyes, the praise in his voice, the gentleness in his touch all cemented the hold Sebastian had over her. Her loving gaze did the same for him. But then his visage shifted back to the firm and stern Master. “Strip.”

Sebastian had destroyed her bra, and she had been scarcely more careful with her shirt; those both slid off her body easily. As she unzipped her skirt, her Master tucked his half-hard cock away and buttoned his pants once more. She watched, puzzled; had he already finished with her? If so, why have her strip? But when he moved to the other side of his desk, opened a drawer, and produced two sheafs of paper, she understood: this was just an intermission. Or perhaps he had merely been putting her through the interview process; if so, she’d clearly passed.

Seb smiled as her skirt fell away, leaving her clad only in stockings, panties, and shoes. “Before you continue, let’s get this out of the way, shall we?” He pointed at the first stack of papers. “This is a standard live-in slave agreement.” The former intern’s eyes went wide, and he chuckled. “It’s to ensure safety, both yours and mine. The contract details some common expectations and rules, and it also lays out safeword protocols. Do you have a safeword?”

“No, Master.”

Sebastian smiled at her in an almost paternalistic manner. “Right now, until you sign, it’s Seb. In fact…” He reached into his desk and took out two small items. The first consisted of a leather strap, buckle, and a tag that read ‘SLAVE.’ The other was a lovely, understated gold choker; he turned it over to show her initials inscribed on the interior. “You’re very new to this, aren’t you?”

A quick nod. “Yes, Ma- Seb.”

Her former boss’s smile shifted to a predatory grin. “If that’s the case, you are going to make an exquisite slave. But then, you excel in everything, don’t you? That’s part of what drew me to you.” He waved his hand to forestall a response. “At any rate.” Sebastian tapped the leather collar. “When you wear this, it’s ‘Master.’ Assuming you sign the contract, you’ll wear this and little else when you and I spend time alone together.”

Tapping the choker, he continued. “This is for when you and I are out together, whether that’s at work, dinner, or on the town. When you wear this, I am ‘Sir’ or ‘Mr. Mendoza.’ I will pick which you wear at any time; if I choose to let you walk about without one, you may address me however you choose, as long as it’s done so with respect: Sebastian, Seb, or an affectionate pet name, if you choose.”

He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “But let me be clear: if you sign that contract, I am your Master, regardless of what else you call me. I own your body and heart. You will be my plaything whenever I choose to indulge. And I do not share my toys.”

His tone softened. “But I take good care of my toys, too. I will hurt you, but never harm you. I will use your body as I see fit–even applying tattoos and piercings to it–but you will only be made better, stronger, and more beautiful. And, while I will extract all the pleasure I desire from you, I will give it tenfold in return. That is what the first contract offers.”

Sebastian leafed through until he found a specific page. “You’ll want to pay particular attention to the hard and soft limits section and amend them with any you might have, but we can discuss that as we go; I have little doubt you will rise to whatever challenges I might put in front of you.

“Your safeword is the only control you will be allowed. You’ll want to pick a word that you’ll remember, one that is not likely to come up as we play and that you can say quickly. ‘Pineapple’ is a classic; I’ve always been partial to ‘starburst.’ But the decision is yours.”

“Starburst.”

He nodded. “If you can’t speak, as when gagged–” They shared a smile at the recent memory of his cock driving the oxygen from her body. “–Snap your fingers. If you say your safeword or snap your fingers, we will stop immediately, and we will not continue until you feel safe again. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Before you go through that one, though, this second contract pertains to your work here. I want to bring you on as my executive assistant. That’s not any kind of euphemism. I want you to stay with my company and learn from me, with an eye towards promoting you to management. You will find a generous compensation package outlined, as well.”

“Are– Do I have to sign both? Can I choose one but not the other if I want?”

“Certainly.” He reached forward and took her hand in a surprisingly tender gesture. “I have enjoyed this immensely, and I can tell that you’re already happier and more confident. And, of course, I want to keep your skills at Mendoza Consulting. But if you want to only be my slave or only be my EA, or if you want to walk away entirely…” He shrugged. “I don’t want anyone staying where they don’t want to be.”

Sebastian stood and walked to the small bar in the corner of his office, then started to prepare drinks for both of them. “Take your time. Read through them. We can discuss the terms of either until they’re acceptable to you. I want you to be entirely comfortable with the decisions you make.” He turned to look at her and found both contracts signed and the leather collar in her hands.

“May I, Master?”

Crossing back to her, he handed one glass to her, taking the collar from Abby’s hands in return. “Allow me.” His drink went on the corner of the desk. With shaking hands, Abby sipped hers. Soft leather encircled her neck. She felt a slight pressure on her throat, quickening her pulse. It grew tighter for just a moment, and she was unable to stifle a moan. But then the moment had passed, as the collar–snug, but loose enough to breathe–buckled closed. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, Master. Thank you.” She leaned to the side, rubbing her face on his shirt.

Sebastian caressed her cheek. “Oh, you’ll show your gratitude soon enough, Abby.” He picked up his drink and downed it, then handed it to her. “Put these on the bar, then lay face down on the desk, feet on the floor.” As she returned the glasses, he tidied up the desk, leaving only a flat, clean surface.

When Abby moved within arm’s reach, he slipped two fingers under her collar and pulled her face to his. His mouth descended on hers, tongue slipping between her lips. Her hands moved to the back of his head; she ran her fingers through his dark, thick hair. She could have stayed there for hours, but her Master had other plans.

Breaking away, Sebastian pushed her roughly onto the desk; his slave’s arms slid out from under her, leaving her prone and vulnerable. His hands tore her panties away as if they were made of tissue paper. She heard a noise behind her, one she vaguely recalled from her youth, then a swish and a loud SMACK as fire blossomed across her ass. A belt; he had struck her with a belt! Abby yelped and instinctively moved away from the pain, but her motion ceased when her Master growled. “Stop.”

Abby froze. Why had he hit her? What had she done wrong? SMACK! She yelped again. “You stupid girl.” SMACK! “You didn’t read the contracts.” SMACK! “Always read the contracts.” SMACK!

“I’m sorry, Master!”

SMACK! A vaguely mournful tone. “I know you are, Abby.” SMACK! “I am, too.” SMACK!

Her ass burned like it never had before; one time, when she was 12, her grandpa had caught her stealing and used a willow switch until she couldn’t sit down for a day. The pain she felt then was nothing compared to this. SMACK! Abby’s tears rained down on the oak desk. The strokes of the belt hurt but weren’t the source of her tears; instead, they sprung from her shame at disappointing Sebastian. SMACK!

“I’ll do better! I’m sorry, Master!”

A pause; she felt a callused hand running over her flesh and found the contrast exhilarating. Her Master inspected Abby’s flesh, ensuring that he had done no real damage. The red stripes marking her cheeks stirred something dark in him. Dark, but not cruel.

A gentle pat brought a tiny scared noise from her throat. Sebastian chuckled, “I know you will.” His hand raised high, hips pivoted, and one final blow, louder, harder, and more painful than any of the others caused Abby to scream. “If I catch you thinking with your cunt again, it’ll be much worse. You’ll remember that, won’t you?”

“Y- Yes, Master.”

She heard the clank of the belt buckle hitting the floor and sighed in relief. Her body relaxed; too soon, it turned out. The slide of a desk drawer off to one side caught her ear, followed by an unfamiliar wet sound. Then her Master’s finger probed where she’d never allowed anyone to before: at the tight, virgin pucker between her ample cheeks.

Abby tensed at the intrusion. This wasn’t what she’d wanted. She’d wanted her Master’s cock inside her, yes, but not in her ass. Certainly not for the first time they were together. But Sebastian, intoned, “Relax,” and his slave did her best to accommodate.

“I can’t reward that stupid, greedy cunt, now can I?” His gloating tone should have infuriated her; that’s what the Abby from before would have said. Instead, it inflamed her.

As a slick digit pressed into her anus, she groaned, “No, Master.”

Sebastian leaned over her prone form and kissed her shoulder, pushing the rough digit in to the second knuckle. “Good girl.” He took a few moments to slide his index finger in and out, exulting in her discomforted but eager noises. His hot breath on her ear made her shiver and clench as he quietly asked, “This is your first time, isn’t it?” She nodded, unable to speak.

“So many new experiences for you tonight. I’m honored, Abby. I really am.” Sebastian’s lips brushed her neck, then his teeth bit gently into it. She groaned louder at the sensation, then at his words. “Before tonight’s over, you’re going to have my cock in every one of your holes. But I’m going to take plenty of time with this virgin ass.”

Seb withdrew his finger, leaving his slave feeling a strange emptiness. Her hips wiggled, searching for a sensation she had never understood she’d needed. “Patience.” Two fingers pressed where only one had been before; it amazed her how much fuller she felt. The curvy redhead ground backwards, trying to draw them in, but her Master teased her. “Hrm. Your cute ass seems almost as greedy as your troublesome cunt. Perhaps I need to put you for a few weeks instead.”

She wouldn’t deny him. Couldn’t. But the whine in her voice put the lie to her words, “If you wish, Master.” The sudden, deep thrust of his thick fingers rewarded her obedience.

“I don’t.” The motions of his hand escalated from gentle to rough quickly, spreading the elastic ring between her cheeks, thrusting and twisting. Readying it. Readying her. Another finger joined, and she hissed with discomfort. “Almost there.” Sebastian planted a sweet kiss between his fledgling slave’s shoulderblades to calm her nerves. “You’re doing so good, Abby. So good.” A loud moan was her only response.

Then she was empty once more. Abby hadn’t realized how tense her body had grown until the source of that tension was gone. Sebastian had told her to relax, but the intrusion of his fingers had made that almost impossible. The feel of his glans nudging between her cheeks brought the tension back with a vengeance.

“Hold your cheeks open for me, slave.” Sebastian gave her a task, something to occupy her. He didn’t issue the directive solely for her; the older man wanted to plumb as deeply into his employee’s ass as he could. But it would give her another thing to focus on instead of the pain of her first time.

She reached back and spread herself for him without hesitation. A loud, pained gasp escaped her lips as that plum she had earlier worshiped began to press insistently. “Push out, girl.” She tried to focus on his commands: to hold herself open for him; to remain still; to push outward and–

“AH!” The head of his cock popped past the muscles that had tried to hold it at bay. It hurt; that fact couldn’t be denied. But it excited her, too. And that excitement made her bold. “More. P- please.”

The girl was a natural; Sebastian’s pride both in her and in his choice of submissive couldn’t be overstated. With a slow movement of his hips, he opened his slave’s ass up bit by bit. The noises coming from her lips provoked a cruel smile on his face; he wasn’t a sadist, per se, but there was something invigorating about having this young woman not simply offer her ass up, but revel in it.

For all of Seb’s efforts, Abby’s focus centered directly on the thich, long shaft stealing her last virginity. It fit so snugly in her; if she could have spoken, Sebastian’s slave would have said that she could feel every single vein on her Master’s shaft as it inexorably made its way deep into her bowels. But words, for the moment, failed her. Language was lost; only his cock and her need for it remained.

When at last her Master hilted in her, she sobbed once with joy. This was it: she had given herself to him in a way she had never dreamt she would. The collar, the contract, the belt: all paled in comparison to this. She knew he would take her pussy later, and she welcomed it. But this total invasion of her most taboo opening marked the point where she became his and no one else’s.

“That’s all of it, Abby. Rest for a moment.”

His words and his soft kisses on her back brought her back to her senses, at least for a time. Rest was the last thing she wanted.

“N- no. No, Master.” Abby’s hips rotated, and she whined and moaned and cursed under her breath. But then she turned her face, just enough to show her need. “Fuck me, Seb. Please!”

Let it never be said that Sebastian Mendoza wasn’t a giving boss.

When the invader retreated for the first time, Abby wanted to cry; she had grown used to its presence. But then it returned again and again and again to claim its territory. Her hands gripped the edges of the desk, knuckles white with strain and pressure. “More! Harder! PLEASE!”

Abigail’s body shook as he plunged into her over and over. The pain wasn’t gone, but it had become an afterthought. Pleasure was foremost in her mind and her voice. Just as she had cried more at disappointing her Master than the physical pain of the belt, though, the pleasure of her Sebastian’s thick cock ravaging her recently-virgin asshole paled at what it meant: he owned her. She was his. Abby belonged to Sebastian in a way that she had never belonged to anyone. That joy outshone any mere physical pleasure.

Regardless, the physical pleasure began to overcome her. Abby’s orgasm drew closer as his pace increased. “C- Cumming– Master, cumming!”

“Wait.” The growl in her ear almost had the opposite effect, but she nodded and tried to hold out. Electricity buzzed inside, a lightning bolt trying to find its way to ground. Sebastian owned her, and she would endeavor to honor that; but willpower can only hold out so long against biology.

Abby whimpered, trying not to beg, trying not to even think of what she wanted to beg for. She wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “P-plea–!” One large hand reach around and grabbed her throat. Sebastian squeezed with all the gentleness he could manage, but still enough to cut off her words. To cut off her air.

“WAIT.”

One of Abby’s hands moved from the desk to the paw strangling her. The other reached back to claw at her Master’s hip, pulling him harder into her. Sebastian’s thrusts became erratic. His balls tightened, the cum boiling inside and ready for release. He slammed home one last time, as Abby’s vision filled with spots. “Now!”

Abby came harder than she ever had in her life. Her ass squeezed his cock painfully tight as it poured spend into her bowels, the invader claiming the territory it had fought so hard for. His hand fell away from her throat, and she gasped for air. Heaving lungfuls of breath alternated with nonsense strings of syllables formed from pure ecstasy.

They lay together, him pinning her, both panting and sweating as the aftershocks ran through Abby. He moved first, not speaking as he pushed himself off of his lover’s body. The tiniest of whines could be heard from her throat as the beloved invader left her body, but they both knew it would return before long.

Her Master gathered Abby up in his arms and carried her to the small bedroom adjoining his office; he slept there almost as often as his home. But it wasn’t the bed he required for the moment. Instead, he carried his insensate slave to the restroom, setting her down before turning on a warm shower.

Sebastian knelt down and removed her shoes, then stripped off her stockings. The collar came off next, signaling a shift in the expression of their relationship, if not its nature. He kissed her gently, whispering again, “So proud of you, Abby. You’re everything I had hoped you’d be.” Her exhaustion prevented any response but a weary, broad smile.

He stood, removing his clothes. Abby silently looked on with silent appreciation, too tired to do more than stare. Then, when he stood naked before her, he helped her to her feet and into the shower. They held each other for a while, her head resting on his chest as Sebastian stroked her back and effusively praised her.

Her Master cleaned his slave; as promised, he took good care of his toys. He directed her to lean against the shower wall, facing away from him as he knelt behind and gently cleaned her abused asshole with a soft cloth. No matter how tender his touch, though, she still made pained noises. When Sebastian stood once more, he pulled her close to him. “Thank you. I know it hurt, but–”

Abby craned her neck to look up at him, reaching behind his head to pull his lips to hers. They kissed sweetly, a long loving kiss between new lovers; strange lovers, perhaps, but lovers nonetheless. She broke the kiss first. “I wanted it. Want it again, soon.” His slave turned to face him, kissing his chest, then looking up once more. “But first things first, Seb: you promised to fill all my holes tonight.”

She knelt this time, washcloth in hand, to clean his cock and balls. A beautiful, subservient woman looked up at Sebastian as her hand soaped and lathered and stroked his shaft. Is it any wonder that he was hard again within moments? Abby leaned forward and kissed the head, tongue flicking out to taste it. “Mmmm all clean. Shall we do something about that?”

Sebastian pulled her to her feet, pushed her against the shower wall, lifted her up with hands under her ample ass. “Put it in.” Her eyes burned with delight at the command; collar or no, she’d always obey this man. Abby’s hand guided the thick cock to the last hole her Master hadn’t sampled, the one she most desperately wanted to give him.

The slick glans rested against her opening for only a moment before Sebastian thrust up and into her. Abby gasped; even after sampling its length and girth elsewhere, the sensation of it parting her labia, filling her tunnel, kissing her cervix was indescribable. She looked up at the ceiling, eyes tightly shut, trying to freeze the moment forever in her mind. “Oh, god, Seb! It’s so deep!” She writhed, hips trying to find more, more of the glorious monster that took her breath away.

Sebastian claimed her. That was the only word for it. He pinned her body against the wall like a trophy, this beautiful and delicate creature that he’d hunted and brought back to his lair. She was his, only his, always his. He had cum twice already, but that mattered little; this was what he’d wanted all along. Abigail’s hands clawed his back, leaving shallow, stinging wounds; blood mingled with the streams of water that rained down on them both. He took no notice.

The first orgasm gently rocked her body. It wasn’t the nuclear bomb that had gone off when his cock had taken her anal virginity, but instead a warm, comforting thing that suffused her existence. Lost in the blissful sensation, she heard her own voice moan, “I love you, Master!” Then her eyes flew open. What had she said? Had he heard? What if he–

“I love you, too.”

The old Abby, the girl afraid of her feelings and needs would have shouted at herself, “You’re a fool, and he’s a liar!” That Abby had kept her safe until Sebastian came along; she would forever be grateful for that. But the Abby that existed before she sat in her Master’s office and taken his cock in her throat, his collar around her neck, his ownership and love wasn’t needed anymore.

She felt another orgasm building, stronger than the first. Stronger even than the one she experienced facedown on Sebastian’s desk with him buried in her ass. She wanted to share it with him, but needed him to know. “I’m not on the pill, Master.”