I whimper as he slides two fingers into my p***y, starts massaging my c**t with his thumb, doing the same with the special spot inside me. He's going slowly, gently, and the battle of pain vs. pleasure grows so intense I scream out. Just as I think I can't take any more, pleasure wins, and an orgasm so powerful it hurts rips through me. He releases his grip on me and kisses my neck, as he slides his fingers from my p***y. I stumble forward, but manage to regain my balance before I fall.
"I'd prefer you to take the day off today," he says in his cold voice that brooks no argument.
I whip around, and even though my mind is still reeling from the orgasm, I'm mad. My job is my life, he can't order me to give that up. I won't let him.
"No," I say simply, wondering if I should use my safe wor
