CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK
ELODIE’S POV
“I’m your c-c*m dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true.
“Louder.”
“I’M YOUR c*m DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.
“That’s right,” he grunts, his control visibly fraying. He grips my head with both hands, his thrusts becoming desperate, animalistic. “And you’re going to swallow every last drop, you understand me? You’re going to drink me down like the good little b***h you are.”
I can only nod, my body alive with a sick, masochistic pleasure. He f***s my face harder, his thighs tensing, his c**k swelling.
Then, with a guttural roar that echoes in the quiet office, he comes. Hot, bitter jets of c*m flood the back of my throat.
