Power

Joanne wondered what Mr. Johnson wanted so late at night. It had been a long day and the twenty-eight year old account executive was ready to go home finally when he buzzed her. With a deep sigh, she set her handbag down on her desk and walked briskly to the corner office where the Senior Vice President for Corporate Accounts kept his hours for the day. It was late already and only a few lights were on in the building since almost everyone had already gone home.

Joanne brushed a loose strand of auburn hair behind her hair and knocked on the door, confidently, like the college grad always did, trying to maintain control of the situation. Her feet fidgeted slightly when there was no answer and she was about to knock again when finally she heard Mr. Johnson's deep voice telling her to enter.

When she walked into the office, Joanne couldn't help but feel her heart jump. Mr. Johnson was a powerful man, he was tall and wide shouldered, ruggedly handsome. He had the demeanor, voice and carriage that commanded respect. He was definitely a type-A personality, something that Joanne secretly admired. She couldn't help but be attracted to a man of such strength and will.

The office was dimly lit, only the lamp on his solid mahogany desk was lit. Mr. Johnson stood with his back to her, looking out the seventh floor window into the skyline of Memphis, Tennessee. He didn't turn to greet her, nor did he speak to her. Joanne walked in and looked around, uncomfortable by his lack of attention to her. She fidgeted again and bit her lip unsure of what to do or say. To keep from looking a fool, she remained silent, standing in the center of the room with her feet together.

Joanne couldn't see his amused smile on his face as he watched her reflection. A man who liked to keep woman, his prey off guard, he knew the rules and he knew the game. A cunning and forceful man, Mr. Johnson knew that Joanne would be no match for his will. Taking a deep breath, he turned around.

Joanne tried to control her breathing and the hot blush she could feel rising up in her as her boss stared her down. His lips were pursed as he silently appraised her. Somehow she felt naked under his gaze, as if he was undressing her with his eyes. She fidgeted on the five-inch heels and wished she could run away but knew that she couldn't; if she did she would lose her job.

Finally, Mr. Johnson smiled at her as he sat down. She uneasily returned the smile but remained silent. If only she could recognize the deeply submissive currents running through her body. Mr. Johnson recognized them, nonetheless.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Joanne," Mr. Johnson said finally. He could see that she was uncomfortable standing there while he sat but he did not invite her take a seat. Instead he left her on her feet in the center of the office.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson," Joanne said as she looked around, wish she could sit down. The young woman saw the look on his face and thought to herself, great, now another man I have to fuck to get ahead. How far she was from the truth, if she only knew.

"You're also very smart, Ms. Granger," he said, looking at her. "Scored top of your class at University of Pennsylvania. Then Cumme Laude at Wharton Business School," he smiled up at her. "Makes me wonder why you're down here in the south, rather than on Wall Street where you can be making millions."

I'm already making millions, you asshole

, she said silently, wishing she could just get on with it. The beautiful young woman had already resigned herself to having to get on her back for him to get promoted but that was ok. She liked sex and if it meant a nicer office, then fuck it.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson," Joanne replied with a warm smile of her own.

"But," he said, frowning, his gaze turning stern. "Is why you would steal."

"Steal?" Joanne asked, wondering what the fuck was going on. "I didn't steal anything," she said indignantly.

"Oh yes you did. The proof is right here." Mr. Johnson held up a sheaf of papers. "It's all right here, how you embezzled hundreds of thousands from your accounts, accounts of money from people that trusted you to look after their estates and their livelihood. " I thumbed through the stack of receipts and papers. "Somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred thousand dollars."

Joanne just stared at him, flabbergasted, bending slightly at the waist as if she had been punched in the gut. How could this be? Her heart was racing and she could feel sick to her stomach. She had never stolen anything in her life!

"I don't know how this happened, but I didn't steal anything and I will not get blamed for this," she said as strongly and as indignantly as she could, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

"And here's the security report," Mr. Johnson said with a smile as he held the paper up. "It's already complete and ready to go to the police," he looked at her. She withered beneath the cruel smile.

"You can't do this!" she said, trying to regain control of her composure but she could feel the tears building up. "You can't do this."

"Wanna bet you fucking bitch?" Mr. Johnson snarled as he leaned forward. "Who do you think the cops are gonna believe?" He lifted the sheaf of papers again. "I got receipts. I have the proof right here. All this shit is going o land your fucking bitch ass in jail."

Joanne couldn't help it any longer. She finally broke down and started to sob, wondering what she was going to do. The tears flowed freely as Mr. Johnson leaned back in his chair watching with a satisfied grin on his face. He sure did know how to pick them. He sat silently and watched as the young woman balled her eyes out, not even trying to hide the triumphant look on his face.

"I can't go to jail," she finally said, sniffling and trying to stop crying. "I just can't." Then the tears came again. "Oh my god, what am I going to do?"

"I guess you'll just go to jail," Mr. Johnson said with a shrug as if he really cared.

"I can't!" she nearly screamed in panic.

"Well," Mr. Johnson said, watching her. Joanne's face turned to his as she looked him desperately. She forgot that he was the one that had framed her and put her in the situation to begin with. "Perhaps there is a way to keep you out of jail." His voice was unsure and he leaned back, crossing his arms as if in deep thought.

"What?" Joanne asked desperately as his voice trailed off. "I'll do anything to keep from going to jail."

"Anything?" Mr. Johnson asked immediately as he leaned in, staring her down the way that she had seen him do hundreds of times in the boardroom or at the negotiating table.

Not trusting herself to speak, Joanne only nodded her head.

"Then turn around and show me your ass." When she hesitated, Mr. Johnson snarled: "right now bitch before I call the cops. Show me your ass!"

As if a switch had been thrown, Joanne turned around and lifted the tail of he black skirt exposing the black lace boy short panties that she wore. Her face reddened with embarrassment but what else could she do. It was like she was having an out of body experience, able to see and hear everything, but she could no longer control. Joanne had been given a command and she obeyed.

"I knew you had a nice ass," Mr. Johnson said with a self-satisfied grin. "I just knew it. Turn around." Joanne complied but didn't look in her boss's eyes. "open your shirt," he commanded next. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Joanne wondered why he didn't just have her strip but was too fearful to ask.

Obediently, she unbuttoned the white cotton blouse and opened the shirt, revealing the low-cut white bra that she wore.

"Look at me," Mr. Johnson commanded. She complied. "You really are a beautiful woman." There was an odd look on his face, Joanne thought detachedly. Self satisfied, almost knowing, like he had anticipated this moment for a long time. She felt a chill run down her spine as she thought for a moment over the past year that she had worked at the Company. Mr. Johnson had always been there to help, giving advice and assistance with her deals so that she could learn the ropes.

As much as he had helped he had also been an unfailingly harsh and strict taskmasker. She would be berated and ridiculed for the smallest of mistakes, punished with late worknights and menial tasks that she felt were below her. When she had succeeded and pleased him, Joanne had been rewarded with tiny gifts, small compliments and other things which she had cherished.

A cold sweat broke out over Joanne's body as she came to a realization that he had been planning this all along. The past year had been leading up to this moment. Mr. Johnson saw the recognition in her eyes and only laughed, making her all the more miserable.

"That's right, you bitch. I've been planning this all along. I've been training you so to speak." Mr. Johnson chuckled at her horror of the thought. "And unless you want to be put in prison for the next ten years and be fucked and raped by every dyke bitch until your cunt is bleeding, you're going to do everything I say."

Joanne was completely defeated now. She knew that she had no choice. Over the past year he had specifically and expertly trained her to obedience and unquestioned loyalty to him. Even if she wanted it, it would have been counter-instinctual to disobey. All the pretty young woman did was nod in response.

"Good. Now pull your bra down so I can see your nipples," Mr. Johnson ordered as he sat down in the chair."

He grinned at seeing the little pebbles that were quickly growing hard and larger by the second. She couldn't help but be excited. The fear was making her shiver and the rest of her body coarse with energy. Her nipples were hardening and she couldn't believe it but her sex was getting wet!

"Nice. Very nice. Now play with them and make them hard." The command made her blush and wish she had a hole she could crawl into. Joanne hesitated for a moment. "Now bitch!" Mr. Johnson yelled and slammed his hand against the desk.

With a jump and the adrenaline from fear flowing through her veins, she quickly complied. She tweaked her nipples, feeling the tiny nubs getting harder as she worked them. She could also feel her heart racing and her pussy getting wet, something that shamed her. Here she was being commanded and virtually raped and she was excited about it! She was aroused! Joanne couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, much to her shame but the chuckled amusement of Mr. Johnson.

She really was a beautiful young woman. She was tall for her gender at five-foot seven but carried the 130 pounds well on her frame. She liked to think she had all the right curves in all the right places. While some women were as thin as rails and skin and bones, Joanne was not. She had small breasts, only B-cup but they were extremely excitable and she loved having them played with. Some nights when she was home alone, she could make herself cum just from nipple and breast play. That was why she was so aroused now. No matter the situation, she couldn't help the reaction of her body.

Her hair was long and blonde, straight to the middle of her back. Mr. Johnson smiled when she threw her head back with a moan, closing her lovely blue eyes. Her skin was fair and light complected. All and all she was a stunning young woman, with the figure, the skin tone and the eyes to be a model...or a porn star.

"Good," Mr. Johnson said. "Move closer." She inched toward him, fearful of what would be next. He was so unpredictable. "Closer," he said and she inched a little closer. "Closer," he snapped and she moved to within a foot of him, letting him see her exposed hardened nipples that were standing proud.

"Are you aroused?" Mr. Johnson asked in a conversational voice, only confusing Joanne all the more.

"No," she lied, trying to hide the truth.

"Lift your skirt," he commanded and Joanne obeyed, not knowing what else to do. She looked away and closed her eyes. She felt so embarrassed holding the black skirt above her hips, exposing herself like that but what else could she do.

Joanne shuddered when she felt his large strong finger on her skin. She shivered and closed her eyes, feeling the tears. Then she felt it lightly running up her inner thigh and she moaned a little, embarrassed and shocked at herself. Then she bucked her hips and threw her head back, moaning even louder when she felt his fingers on her sex, pressing down and massing her clit with strong motions, almost like he owned it.

She gasped when he pulled his hand away, never knowing it could feel like that. Joanne was no prude. She had had sex enough through high school and college, had even fucked a professor once for good grades. She had experimented, been with a few girls even did some group sex, but never had she been dominated before. Never had she felt hands so strong, so possessive on her before.

She blacked out slightly and felt her burning cheek as she crashed into the desk, landing across the mahogany wood, laying still, disbelieving. Why did he slap her! How could he slap her! She was a woman! She should have been indignant and angry but she wasn't. All Joanne could feel was fear.

"That's what you get for lying, you bitch," Mr. Johnson said and then she felt his hands roughly on her, massaging her ass.

She yelped when he spanked her. It had been years since she had been spanked and it burned her ass but she lay still in the pain, searing through her. Every time his hand landed on her ass, her clit was pushed into the desktop and she couldn't believe that she was still wet. She was feeling a definite need for sex. Soon she was crying in pain as smack after smack landed on her ass, reddening both cheeks.

After only twenty spanks, Joanne lay on the desk, whimpering, shivering eyes closed, tears running down her cheeks. Never before had she felt so punished. She didn't move for fear of being spanked again. She couldn't take another! Joanne lay as still as she could, clinging to the edge of the desk, eyes closed, wishing she was somewhere else.

She tensed her body when she felt his large hands roughly pulling her boyshort panties to the side, exposing her pussy. She kept it shaved of course, taking the time to trim and keep it neat at least every other day, rubbing baby oil and other skin moisturizers on the soft skin around her pubis. Joanne didn't know how feminine she actually was.

"You fucking bitch of a whore, you like it," Mr. Johnson sneered. Joanne whimpered but remained silent, blushing hotly as she felt her own pussy oil. She was so humiliated. How could she like what was happening to her. "I'll give you something else you'll like, you fuckin' whore."

Joanne tensed up and held her breath as she waited for what she knew was going to happen. No stranger to sex, she steadied herself. Nothing could prepare her though as the tip of his cock ran up and down her pussy lips, lubricating itself before pushing deep into her in one long motion. Joanne reared up, not expecting to be stretched so wide. She moaned and felt her eyes tearing up. He was so huge!

Mr. Johnson pushed her back down on the desk and she just lay there as he fucked her, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate his large cock. She could hear him moaning and grunting as he fucked her, harder and harder with every thrust until he was [ushing her on the desk.

"You like it don't you?" Mr. Johnson growled as he pummeled her, bruising her pussy and using her hard. "I can feel your wet cunt. I can hear your moans and your soft cried. You like it, bitch, don't you? You like being used, don't you." Joanne remained silent, unable to admit it to herself, not wanting to say the words. She yelped and cried out when he smacked her still red and welted ass cheek as his cock slammed into her wet cunt.

"Yes! I like it!" she cried out. "I like it!"

"Tell me you like it, you bitch," Mr. Johnson snarled. "Tell me what you like."

"I like being fucked," Joanne said, stunning herself. It was like someone else that was talking. It wasn't her. She never talked like this. "I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard!" her cunt was gripping the huge cock inside her and milking it for all it was worth. Her muscles spasmed, sending pleasurable impulses throughout her body. She sobbed and moaned, squirming as he fucked her, using her. "Fuck me! You're stretching me so wide! You're so big inside me!" She grunted and opened her legs wider but could feel her pussy lips stretching to hold all of him as he pistoned in and out of her. They both could hear the wet slurping sounds of sex. She couldn't deny her arousal now.

She couldn't deny that she liked it. Joanne loved sex but never in her wildest dreams would she imagine this. The pleasure was something that she had never felt before. The sensations coursed through her veins as he pounded her, every thrust making her want more, to be stretched more, to be used more. Soon she was moaning, losing her breath, meeting every stroke, pushing back, silently asking for more.

Before she even knew what was happening, Joanne was cumming hard, shaking and spasming as her world went black. She slumped on the desk and didn't feel Mr. Johnson slamming into her cunt even harder as he neared his orgasm. She woke up when he pistoned into her, pushing her into the desk, bruising her hips. She was held down and couldn't move but she knew that it was no use.

All Joanne could do was grab onto the edge of the desk and endure it as he slammed into her, filling her stretched cunt, moaning and grunting as he fucked her without relent. He got almost violent as he neared orgasm, pulling her back by her hair and lifting her body off of the desk. Her hair burned and tears flowed from her eyes but she did not fight it.

She came again unexpectedly when he came, feeling the orgasm rush through her, making her lose her breath as the sensations overtook her system. Mr. Johnson let go of her and she fell to the desk, feeling the warmth of his cum send heat throughout her body. She trembled slightly but did not move.

"On your knees," Mr. Johnson said breathlessly as he pulled back, his semi-hard cock swinging in the air as it glistened with the mix of his cum and her pussy juice.

"Oh!" she yelped with a jolt, adrenaline flowing again as Mr. Johnson lifted her off the desk by her hair and threw her to the ground. She instinctively looked up through her tears, breathing heavily. Mr. Johnson started at her and then raised his hand. Joanne's eyes were closed but it didn't make the pain any less as he backhanded her left cheek. She grunted in pain and then looked down, trying to make herself small.

"Don't hesitate in obeying me anymore, bitch," Mr. Johnson snarled. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Joanne answered meekly.

"Now lick my cock clean." Joanne didn't want to be beat again so she started with earnest. The mix of cum and her own juices only made her wet again. She had always been multiorgasm and after what happened tonight, she was even hotter than ever. She could feel her pussy leaking juice as her small tongue licked the shaft of the cock, cleaning it off.

"Now my balls." Silently, she obeyed. She licked and sucked on his balls, lapping up all of the cum and juice from his bal sac with the flat of her tongue. This only made her hotter and Joanne was startled as she wondered if he would fuck her some more.

Mr. Johnson could tell that she was becoming more excited and he simply sneered at her, laughing in contempt at her arousal. After a moment, he pulled her off his cock her hair and she was left on her knees looking up at him.

"That's enough for today," Mr. Johnson said with a fatherly tone.

Joanne watched as he stuffed his now soft cock back into his pants and zipped them up before sitting back down at his desk, calm, as if nothing had happened. She stared at him, a thousand thoughts going through her head but she was to afraid to speak. She just kneeled there trembling, partly in fear, and partly in sexual need.