Miyu finished with the final button of her blouse, which still hinted generously at her nude breasts beneath, and turned to Ethan. "Will there be anything else, Sir? Or may I return to my seat?"
Ethan waved Jen over to his seat behind the desk, and had her sit in his lap, her hands placed on the desktop. He turned from the feverish slut in his arms, his strong, nude body pressed against hers, the smell of him filling her nostrils. "No, Miyu, thank you. You may go." The slender young woman gave a very Japanese bow and turned and left. Jen would learn much later that she was actually from Pittsburgh, and not Japan, that her affections were just an act; but for the moment, despite her fugue, she was struck by the image of a Geisha the young woman projected. It made her jealous that she could not simply slip into some predefined role of submission; that she had to constantly work to refine her status as a submissive. As Miyu left, Jen licked her lips with a hungry envy at the sight of those pert buttocks, aflame from Ethan's spanking.
The longer she was in his service, the more she found herself craving other women.
She didn't know why, since she'd never been even remotely attracted to them before. But she suspected that the constant emphasis on the female form and its sexual applications was taking its toll on her heterosexuality.
Jen knew that she'd always crave men first and foremost, of course. That wasn't even a question. She was addicted to cock, to the feel of them in her mouth, her cunt, her ass ... she always had been. It wasn't something she could escape. It was who she was.
Sex just wasn't sex without a cock.
Without her Master's cock.
Nevertheless, she found herself increasingly aroused by other women; found herself regarding them with a hungry eye rather than a critical one. Found herself looking at women like Miyu with something more than a professional interest, as something more than a competitor for Master Ethan's affections.
Jen shivered and looked away, forcing wicked thoughts out of her head. She leaned back and turned to plant a hungry kiss on her Master's lips. Ethan's cock lay between them, its burning length against the small of her back reminding her how badly she needed him. She squirmed with a small sigh, and then purred as Ethan moved his hand between them to move his thick shaft down beneath her. He often did this, using his length to part her wet labia whilst denying her any penetration. Positioned as he was behind her, he could torment her with just a little movement, sliding between her wet folds to drive her deeper into her obvious fugue.
Best of all, she knew that this meant he was going to fuck her.
As if he could read her thoughts, Ethan began to run his hands across her back, tracing his fingertips down her spine. He did this slowly, deliberately, savoring the way she shivered as he touched her. She was so wet already, but this whispering touch down the entirely of her back made her flush with renewed heat and pleasure.
He breathed out against the nape of her neck and pulled her to him. His cock felt amazing, full and throbbing beneath her, its thick head nestled against her hood. She tried to remain still, knowing that he wanted to torment her. But the certainty that she could just slide back and up and catch the fullness of him inside her tormented her. Her world had narrowed to a tight white ball of desire, one buried deep inside her pussy.
Ethan could unlock that desire, could grant her the release that she needed.
But only if he wanted to.
His fingertips danced across her nipples, stopping every so briefly to caress her swollen buds.
She moaned and pushed back into him, shuddering as the head of his cock dragged its way across her aching clit and then out between her legs. Jen's breathing was shallow and rapid ... little mewling gasps that sent her breasts pulsing into his cupped hands.
Ethan growled in her ear and slid his right hand up to her cheek, turning her head to catch her in a fierce kiss. She savored the taste of them, greedily drinking in the wonderful feeling of his naked body against hers.
To beg him to fuck her now would only lead him to deny her further, so Jen willed herself to be silent, to focus on the sensations coursing through her body.
***
To her surprise, he hadn't fucked Miyu.
She'd expected him to, because she'd come to the conclusion that Ethan lived in a world where he could have almost any woman he wanted. And seeing him there behind her, his cock jutting proudly as the young woman moved before him, it seemed only logical to her that Ethan would have his way with Miyu.
After all, it was clear that the beautiful secretary belonged to Ethan every bit as much as she herself did.
Indeed, the experiences of the last few days had made her aware both of her status as property, and of the full extent of his social circle. Jen realized that Ethan's network of friends and business associates involved in the Lifestyle was quite large -- and that he resided near the top of whatever social strata comprised that world. And so she'd begun to assume that he would simply take Miyu as a matter of course.
As much because he could as anything else.
But he hadn't. He'd simply given the young woman a good, hard spanking.
And Jen felt every minute of it.
By the end, Jen couldn't even really hear the slaps over the roaring in her ears; but he still hadn't moved from his stance behind the young slutslave. Jen had been forced to watch, her arms aching with the need to touch her own body, to draw out her own pleasure from the scene before her. But she'd held the paddle out in front of her as instructed, and watched the growing passion on Miyu's face with envy so powerful she had to bite her lip to remain still.
As the steady sound of Ethan's hand smacking against the Asian beauty's pert flesh wormed its way into her mind, Jen had lost herself in the sights and sounds of her ordeal. The sight of Miyu's body moving beneath the drumbeat of Ethan's attention seemed to detach itself from the delicious sound of the slaps. The secretary's almond eyes would flutter with each smack, but every now and then their eyes would lock and Miyu would favor her with a small smile.
Jen found this incredibly arousing, since it held none of the overtones of possession and denial that Kami would have shown. When their eyes met, Miyu's expression was one of bliss, of being so consumed by pleasures that she could only rejoice, could only offer Jen the gift of a shared experience. Jen saw nothing in the woman's eyes save for joy, and a willingness to share that joy.
And so she found herself simply watching the sight before her, drinking it in as a voyeur, rather than as a penitent. She didn't know if this was Ethan's intent, but Miyu's unabashed generosity took the experience to a whole new level for Jen. She could watch the spanking and feel its effects on her - Ethan didn't actually spank her that often, but it was quite intense when he did - and she could watch the spanking for the pleasure the young woman was taking in her own right.
Her Master had started slowly, warming those lovely little buttocks with light slaps intended to create flush and a heat, rather than any actual pain. Jen watched the growing pleasure on Miyu's face turn into a genuine fugue, even as his strokes became harder and more intense. By the end, the woman's face was flushed and there were tears in her eyes.
Jen's cunt ached with hunger.
***
She moved back and forth atop him, rolling her hips to slide his shaft between her swollen labia. Ethan growled again and reached between her legs. He took two fingers and began to lightly tap her clit, sending electric shocks through her.
The smell of her own wet sex was almost too much.
Finally, after several minutes of this, he stilled her with a hand on her stomach. She quivered with a barely contained orgasm, but focused what little of her sanity remained on remaining still. She focused on not rising up, only to then suddenly plunge down on that lovely hard shaft of his until she came, whether he gave her leave or not.
On not falling to her knees before him to beg and plead for her release.
Not that he would give it to her.
Ethan murmured something in her ear, but she couldn't hear him over the roaring in her own ears. So she simply murmured her assent, leaning back against him for support. Her whole body was afire, even her hair seemed to tingle with denied release.
To her utter joy, he reached beneath her, and lifted her up, only to lower her back down again, slowly, onto his waiting shaft.
Jen moaned and pushed her body down onto his, sucking in the burning steely length of him. Her body began to thrash with the barely denied orgasm. She'd endured too much today not to cum soon. And so the knowledge that he might not grant her any release tortured her.
Ethan was still for a moment, letting her move atop him. She knew the simple motion of her own torment was surely grinding him in the most delightful ways. She could feel him pulse within her, despite the intensity of her fugue, and rolled her hips in a counterclockwise fashion. Her aching pussy gripped his shaft, pulled at it ... embraced it.
She knew that she could make him cum soon ... that his heat for her must be strong if he was pulsing so soon.
Jen even suspected she could hold off her own orgasm until he came.
She could do that for her Master.
Summoning her failing reserves of willpower, she clasped him tightly with her pussy, and began to grasp at him rhythmically with her inner walls.
Ethan gasped in her ear and slid his hand down to fondle her clit.
Jen bit her lip until it almost bled to keep from cumming, and began to rock back and forth against him, pushing her ass into his hard stomach as she grasped at his shaft.
He responded by rolling her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which elicited a long shuddering cry. She was determined to do this for him though, and held on, soaking in the wonderful sensations coursing through her body even as she began to move faster against him.
This contest continued for some minutes, the stillness of the office broken only by the occasional grasp or moan, and the constancy of her. The smell of sex filled her nostrils.
Finally, Ethan let out a long gasp and came with her. Jen smiled to herself as his hot shaft spasmed out his seed into her. The feeling was amazing; it made her want to climb off so she could take him in her mouth. He bucked against her for a few moments, holding her to him before growing still.
Now he would let her cum, she knew.
She'd proven herself. He would reward her.
He leaned forward, pulling her back against him so that he could whisper into her ear. Jen licked her lips, gasping at the pain of her denied orgasm.
And then the intercom buzzed and Miyu's voice filled the room. "Sir, you have a visitor."
