DIRTY DESIRES: FORBIDDEN STEAMY STORIES

His Forbidden Intern IV

The private elevator opened directly into the penthouse and the air already felt heavier than the night before. I stepped out wearing the same black blouse and skirt from the office, the n****e clamps still biting under the fabric and the small vibrator still nested deep inside me on a low constant buzz. My legs were unsteady. My panties had been left in the office bathroom because they were soaked through. Every step reminded me who owned my body now.

Adrian stood in the open living space wearing only dark trousers. His chest was bare, broad and dusted with silver hair, the body of a man who still trained hard at fifty two. He held a black leather collar in one hand and a thin leash in the other.

On your knees, princess, he said. The voice was calm but left no room for anything except obedience.

I dropped to the polished floor. The vibrator shifted and a soft moan slipped out of me.

Ahhhh Sir…

He stepped close and locked the thick leather collar around my throat. The buckle clicked shut with a final sound. He attached the leash and gave a short tug that forced my chin up.

From this moment the collar stays on whenever you are in this penthouse, he said. You will crawl when I tell you to crawl. You will thank me for every touch, every strike, every load I give you. If you come without permission I will make the denial last for days. Do you understand

Yes Sir, I whispered.

Louder.

Yes Sir.

He turned and walked toward a wide doorway I had not noticed the first night. The leash forced me to crawl after him on hands and knees, the skirt riding up over my bare ass, the clamps pulling with every movement. My p***y clenched around the vibrator. Another moan broke free.

Mmmph Sir it feels so good already…

The room beyond was different from the rest of the penthouse. Dark walls. Soft lighting. A heavy wooden St Andrew cross against one wall. A padded bench. Hooks in the ceiling with thick ropes already prepared. A long table laid out with toys I had only seen in the filthiest corners of the internet. Floggers. Canes. A thick vibrating wand. Cuffs. A ball gag. A large bottle of lube.

This is where you learn what the contract really means, Adrian said. Stand up. Strip. Fold your clothes and place them on the chair. Then present yourself.

I stood on shaking legs and removed every piece of clothing. The clamps stayed on my n*****s, the chain swinging between them. The vibrator stayed buried inside me. I folded the blouse and skirt carefully and set them aside. Then I stood with my feet apart, hands behind my back, chest forward, eyes lowered the way he had described in the contract rules.

He walked a slow circle around me. His hand trailed over my ass, up my spine, across my collared throat. He flicked one of the clamps and I cried out.

Ahhhh f**k Sir…

Sensitive, he murmured. Good. I like you sensitive. Tonight I am going to push you until you cry and soak the floor and still beg for more. The safe word is red. If you use it everything stops. Anything else and I keep going. Nod if you understand.

I nodded hard.

He removed the small vibrator from my p***y and set it aside. Then he guided me to the center of the room under the ceiling hooks. Soft rope wrapped around my wrists and pulled them high above my head until I was stretched on the balls of my feet. He spread my ankles and secured them to floor rings so I stood completely open and helpless. The position made the n****e clamps pull harder. My breasts felt heavy and tight.

Look at you, he said, voice dark with approval. You’re twenty two years old. My intern. Bound and dripping in my private room. Such a filthy little princess.

He picked up a heavy leather flogger and ran the falls across my breasts first, letting me feel the weight. Then he began. The first strikes were light, warming my skin. Then they grew heavier. The leather kissed my breasts, my stomach, the insides of my thighs, my ass. Each impact sent heat blooming under my skin. I moaned with every blow.

Ahhhh Sir…

Oh god…fuuck…

Mmmph, it burns so good…

He worked me steadily until my skin was pink and glowing and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. Then he concentrated on my inner thighs and the soft outer lips of my p***y. The flogger landed right against my c**t and I screamed.

Fuck Sir please

He did not stop. He flogged my p***y until I was sobbing and grinding against the air, the need so sharp it hurt. My juices ran down my thighs and dripped onto the floor.

Already making a mess, he said. Such a wet little slut for a man old enough to be your father. Tell me what you are.

I am your dirty princess Sir, I sobbed. I am your intern slut. Please, please touch me.

He set the flogger down and stepped close. His hand slid between my legs and two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I cried out at the sudden fullness. He f****d me with his fingers hard and deep while his thumb rubbed rough circles on my swollen c**t.

Ahhhhhh Sir, your fingers…

Fuck f**k f**k I am so close…

Do not come, he ordered. Hold it.