Like a wh*re.
1100 Words
The sounds of TV which had been left on woke her up.
She stretched, still sore. Rest hadn’t come — not when she'd been tossed around like a toy all night.
She looked at the empty space on the bed.
Of course, what did she think?
That he was going to be there, with a smile while holding coffee for her?
She still felt sore from what happened but she gently arranged herself on the bed.
The sight of the bloodstain on the bed broke her heart into pieces.
What had she done?
Tears rolled off her eyes, and she brought her legs close, wrapping her arms around it.
She felt used. Stripped of dignity.
She’d called him “Master” — over and over.
Worse? She’d loved it.
She shook her head, trying to banish the memory.
Her legs twitched, a warmth reminder of what happened. She couldn't deny it.
She felt marked.
She picked her phone as soon as a call came in.
"Elle, where the f**k are you?" The person asked.
"Uh.. Lisa, what's up?" Isabelle replied trying to hide the fact that she was crying from her voice.
" Oh. I'm good. You know what's not good?"
"The fact that the C. E. O is about to make an announcement and his Secretary is nowhere to be found" Lisa replied
An announcement? She was supposed to be the one sending messages. She looked through her notifications but there was no message.
Did he do this on purpose?
"I'll be there in half an hour, tops" She replied as she flung herself up and dashed into the bathroom.
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"Oh.. my dear Secretary has decided to grace us with her presence" he clapped as she snuck into the meeting room
"Why are you late, Miss Hart?" He asked, a grin on his face.
She clenched her fist, fingers digging into her palm.
What sort of question was that?
Is he going to act like nothing happened.
Like he wasn't the one that tied her and tossed her around like a w***e last night?
"I'm sorry. I slept late" she muttered as she walked to the front, amidst stares.
He looked like he wanted to press further, but he stopped.
"You came at the right time" he said, his face betraying the amusement he felt.
"I've instructed that an investigation into our books be carried out"
"You'll all help in your capacity. Big or small" he laughed softly.
"Miss Hart. If there's anything I need, I'll be relying on you"
"I'll be in your care"
There was a threat buried in his words. She said nothing.
"Understood?"
She flinched.
"Yes, Mas–" she almost blurted out but caught herself immediately.
"Yes, Sir" she answered.
She could see a smirk forming in his face as she stole a glance.
"That'd be all" He concluded, walking off.
"Miss Hart.." he called out as he walked to his office.
Her heart thumped.
"Meet me in the office" he ordered.
Her chest tightened. This wasn’t like before.
It felt dangerous.
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"Close the door" he commanded as she walked in.
The sound of the door clicking close made her pulse quicken.
She walked to his towards him. Slowly, like her leg calculated where to land before she stepped on the floor.
"You seem to be learning"
"Such a good little girl"
She turned her face away, slightly.
"Embarrassed now? I don't recall the girl that called out to her master so desperately being embarrassed" he said, standing up from his chair and walking to her.
"You were such a cute girl, last night. It's be good for us if you stayed that way"
He ran his fingers through her hair.
"I thought you wouldn't be able to make it" he added.
So he did that on purpose. She clenched her fist, as her stomach twisted.
He walked to her back, scanning her as he moved.
He smacked her ass.
Her body answered with a moan — muscle memory.
Heat pooled low in her belly.
"Does the good little girl, needs her master's affection?" He asked as he lift her skirt and grabbed her ass.
She winced. It didn't feel like she wanted to escape.
No. This time, it felt like her body wanted to experience this again.
"Take off your pants" he commanded.
She heeded his orders peeling her pants off her thighs slowly.
He moved her forward, supporting her
"You'll keep my father from jail, right?" She stuttered as she staggered forward
He placed his hand on her back and bent her over his table.
She could hear the sound of his buckles come undone and his zippers as they parted.
Her heart thumped and the heat in her stomach spread to her legs causing them to twitch.
"Of course. It's the bargain, no?—"
"keeping your traitor of a father from jail. But—"
"You belong to me now, understood?"
The words sent a sense of fear... and warmth through her.
What was this sense of comfort she felt from such words?
"Yes, Sir" she muttered.
He pulled her hair, dissatisfied by her answer
"Yes, Master" she corrected herself quickly.
"Good girl" he answered, satisfied.
She could feel his d**k twitching as it grazed her ass.
She moved it slightly as if guiding it.
He took his d**k and slowly pressed it inside her p***y.
She moaned softly as he slid in.
He groaned as he went in.
Her heart was racing at the excitement of what was about to happen.
Suddenly they heard a knock on the door.
She pushed him off, panicked by the knock as it continued.
She rushed to pick her pants, but he snatched it, holding it away from her as she reached for it.
"This will be your punishment" he said as tucked it into his pocket, grinning.
Punishment? For what?
She looked at him confused, like she could burst into tears.
He arranged his trousers and took his seat, picking a file up like he was reading through it.
The knocks continued snapping her from her thoughts. She quickly arranged her skirt and opened the door.
A lady walked in hurriedly, holding a file.
"Sir.. the reports–"
"Leave it on the table, Martha. I'll read it" he cut in
Martha slid the files on the table and walked out.
"You"
He called out to Isabelle.
She stood up, but he signalled her to stop,
"We'll meet later for the Contract" he ordered.
What? Which contract? She slowly took her seat.
Her thighs were damp, her mind far messier
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