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Giving her left buttock no more than a gentle tap, he was nearly reduced to dribbling when the delectable half-spheres squirmed.
    Moving around the desk, so he could examine her expression, he opened his lips to whisper in her ear, 'Do you want me, Marianna?'
    'Yes, Sir,' came the reply.
    'You'll need to do better than that, slut, if there's to be any chance of my cock gracing one of your three holes this evening.' He raised both eyebrows in challenge. He'd thrown down the gauntlet. The question was: could she fight?
    Her eyes had taken on a frightened expression at first and he wondered if the missive he'd just announced would be insurmountable. It shouldn't be. She should have been trained to arouse, please and excite under even the most stressful of circumstances. The first time with 'The Boss' was usually a make or break as far as future career progress was concerned. If she displeased him he could sell her, release her from her contract - making her virtually unsalable elsewhere - or, if he wanted to be really mean, let her complete a further three years of 'The Agreement', in a boring solitude of celibate confinement.
    She stammered. It did not look good.
    Marianna was not usually at a loss for words. Normally she was articulate, witty and entertaining. It was the Gemini in her. The thing was, with nothing more than a yukka palm for company during the last two years she was finding the art of two-sided conversation quite challenging, and when coupled with more than an ample dose of nerves and adrenaline, almost impossible. The blondes in Matthews' office had never bothered to engage her in idle chatter, knowing she would be of little use to their career progression. Her family rarely visited her this far south and whilst some of that reticence was due to monetary restraint, there had been marked absences for a year or so now, as if they suspected she was doing something wrong or underhand. If only they knew. But at least she could spare them that. When Mark continued to look at her with a slightly askance expression, Marianna remembered the weight of what was residing on success or failure. She opened her lips and not one word of what came out of them was a lie.
    'Yes, Sir, I want you. I've wanted you every single day I've worked for you. Having watched you use nearly every submissive in this office bar me just made me want you more. Every time you walk into the office I am wet. These last two years have been hell, faced with the thought of what your body does to my libido and my inability to do anything with it or about it. You have no idea how much I wanted to have been born a natural blonde.' She laughed bitterly, although the full-throated sound was somewhat subdued in the position she found herself in.
    Mark Matthews smiled his first real smile of the evening. The tension seemed to flow from his body and desire seeped into the space it had freed. 'That wasn't exactly what I meant, Marianna, although I do appreciate your honesty.' He looked at her thoughtfully and wondered whether to take pity on her. She had managed to go nearly two years with nothing more powerful than a single self-administered orgasm to satisfy her wants and needs. As he opened his mouth to let her off the hook she spoke, and damned if she didn't give him exactly what he had asked for.
    'Sir, I want your cock inside me, but I do not want you to be gentle. I want my throat, lips and mouth used roughly, and my hair pulled until the pain of it makes me wince. I want swollen lips that beg to be kissed and the sharp slice of your belt upon the naked skin of my back. For the first time in two years, I want to feel. I want to feel the sting of agony, followed by the sweet aftermath of desire and I want to feel it again and again. I want to beg to be fucked, but I don't want you to give in until I am screaming for release, almost lethally aroused and nearly insane with lust. And I don't want you to stop there. My lips need to be dribbling with your seed,