Thanks to bradcarpenter for editing.
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A lonely silence echoed in the streets. The normally bustling corridors of the office building were consumed by a dark and peaceful stillness. It was late, a bit too late to be working. However, not everybody had left the workplace yet. Bright white lights still glowed on the third floor. Of course, only a workaholic CEO would be crazy enough to stay back in the office at that time on a Friday. It was nearly midnight, and Annika had just completed an online conference with the international managing heads of her company. However, her job was not done yet. She had just one last appointment to attend to.
Annika's personal assistant, Julia, entered the room. "That soccer coach guy is here, Annika," she announced, leading a tall, athletic man into the room. Annika corrected her lighthaired, American assistant, "It's actually called football, Julia."
"Whatever..." Clearly, Julia was too cranky to be in the mood for a friendly conversation or to politely acknowledge that American football wasn't considered as important as real football by Annika. She did not share the tireless and obsessive nature of her boss. Annika sensed the woman's irritation.
She sighed, "Go home, Julia. I'll see you on Monday."
Julia raised a brow. "Are you sure you will be all right? I mean, you are alone with . . . and everybody left so . . . I mean . . ."
Annika knew Julia was worried. "Go home, Julia. That's an order. Okay? I'll be fine." She laughed.
Julia shrugged her shoulders, "Yes ma'am. Just call me later to let me know if everything is all right."
"Goodnight, Julia"
After Julia left, Annika turned to face the man. "Please take a seat, Mr. John Monk." She had an authoritative tone when she spoke. John was the head coach of the football team that Annika owned.
Even though he was in his early forties, the man was still fit. He had been an irresistible playboy in his early days when people still thought of him as the prodigal London lad. It seemed as if God had spent a little extra time to carefully carve his perfect features. Every girl wanted him, but most couldn't really handle him and his extreme venereal fantasies. It was a pity that John's career as a football player was so short lived because of the injuries he had suffered after a nearly fatal car accident. However, his undying love for the game coerced him to return. That was how John ended up working for the young billionaire's team.
"You promised me that our team would progress beyond the qualifiers." Annika said sternly. "Congratulations! Yet again, we have successfully ended up at the bottom of the table." she stared at John dangerously. She had such intimidating black eyes, and yet they were strangely alluring. Men who venture near black holes inevitably get sucked into them and finally crushed. She and John were similar in a way. Most men couldn't handle her either, but for her, it was because of her hectoring presence.
"Mr. Monk, I have lost a lot of money but I never worry too much about money. I have more than I need anyway. The thing is, I hate it when my team loses. This team is a fucking joke! An insult to my self-respect! We can be better than that. I cannot figure out what has been going wrong for past two years."
The two of them spoke about the team's strategy and future for an hour. Soon, it was midnight. John yawned and looked at his watch.
"Am I boring you, Mr. Monk?" Annika asked.
John frowned. "Are you planning to fire me too?"
Annika had sacked her team's manager, Xavier about three days before. Annika sighed. "No, not yet, but I'm definitely reducing funds if you guys fail to perform again in the next season. Unfortunately, my heart tells me to believe that you still haven't lost the magic, Mr. Monk. I should fire you, but then I remember the glorious victories you guided the team to just a couple of years ago. You know, I actually thought that making Cahill play as the striker was a brilliant strategy. It is a pity that it did not work out." Annika nodded her head. "It is sad that 'good luck' has deserted you."
John was getting annoyed. He began muttering under his breath.
"If you must say something, then please say it aloud, Mr. Monk."
"Why would you meet a person so late at night to just discuss the team strategy? Stop chickening out from what you really want to do. Stop beating about the bush. Good luck has deserted me so—"
Interrupting, Annika answered in her usual sarcastic tone, "I'm terribly sorry I had to schedule our meeting at this time but I happen to have other, more important commitments during the day."
"Oh well, and I have commitments at night, ma'am." John grumbled almost inaudibly, but Annika heard his words.
She leaned in. "What sort of commitments?"
"Oh, just ones with hot, blonde chicks." John shrugged.
Annika's face lit up. She rose from her chair and walked up to John, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair. She carefully placed both his palms on her hips and pressed her fingers against his neck threateningly. John was still in a state of shock. Annika looked pretty ordinary compared to the women John usually slept with. He hated her overbearing and emasculating attitude, yet he was lost in her magnificent aura. There was something about her. Perhaps it was just her confidence that made her coffee-cream skin, big eyes and ample breasts look a thousand times more desirable. She was undeniably charming and unconventionally beautiful.
John's light blue eyes began to radiate from his extreme arousal when he heard the powerful woman, wearing stilettoes, whisper in his ear. "Now, Mr. Monk, listen to me carefully. I may not be hot or blonde but I think I can be a good intercourse partner so . . ." Annika paused. "Actually no, let me rephrase that. You'd better fuck me hard and make me cry tonight. If you fail, you lose your job. This will be a fun game."
The coach was still stunned. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Annika kissed him softly. "I must warn you that I don't cry easily, so you'll need to work hard." She let her youthful body slump on his chest almost as if she was surrendering to him.
John stroked her hair. "I will try my best, ma'am, but you must obey your master and be a good little girl. You'll take everything I give you, and then you'll need to thank me for abusing your holes"
Annika giggled. "Yes sir! I'll be a very good slut."
His strong arms wrapped around her neck to check if she had truly accepted his conditions. Where was that domineering, bitchy Annika? All he could see was a sweet, submissive Annika, a side that he never imagined could exist.
"Bend over, Slut," John commanded. She bit her lip and reluctantly leaned her upper body on the desk. He lifted her black, formal skirt to reveal the pink thong which covered nothing of her perfectly round butt cheeks. He pulled her thong down and took his time to undress her. He loved the sight of the naked, vulnerable Annika that his eyes had never witnessed before. John carefully removed her high-heels and lifted her. He was surprised to see that she was a lot shorter than he had thought. The top of her head barely reached the big man's chest. However, she had a strong, Amazonian physique; she was not going to be very easy to break.
John picked up the thong from the floor. "Now open your mouth like a good little slut." He stuffed Annika's mouth with her own wet thong."Mmm, now remember you will only refer to me as Master—if I ever permit you to open your mouth. I want a perfectly obedient slut tonight."
She nodded, looked to the floor and blushed. It was always hard for her to control her cocky tongue from spewing venom, but John knew exactly how his little bitch could be tamed.
John looked around Annika's office. It was too bright, too colorful, too many posters. She needed to be tortured in his dungeon. "Get on all fours little slut. I will fuck you at my place. No questions. Obey. Crawl and follow me into my car." She followed him into the lift like she was born to be a pet. She was so relieved that the office was empty and hoped the security guards weren't watching the CCTV monitors. Then she remembered that there was a night guard who stood near the gate. She couldn't play the game any longer and risk her reputation. She froze in her position as John walked out of the building and held the door open for his fuck toy.
"What is the matter, Slut?" He looked around and then figured out what was bothering his slave. John went and spoke to the guard. Annika had no idea what he might have said but the guard happily packed up his things and left. John came in laughing and stroked her hair. "I gave him my ticket to a strip club show because I have found the perfect toy tonight." She wanted to thank him for being such a considerate master, but her mouth was stuffed, and she wasn't allowed to speak. He petted his little slut and she continued to follow him to his car. The rough road bruised her knees and the cold breeze stung her nipples.
John forced Annika into the front seat and fastened her seat belt. "Now everybody will know that you are a slut." He saw Annika trembling. She looked so pretty like that. He placed his warm hands on her thigh to calm her. "You look so lovely when you are nervous and gagged. You should be scared because you have given yourself to a savage beast. I do not forgive and I do not care for your emotions."
Annika's slutty pussy became even wetter when John spoke like this to her. She loved being degraded by such a beautiful man.
"It's okay. I'll take care of you though. Don't want to lose my job and make the goddess mad, right?" He reassured.
There was silence in the car with the exception of the soft sighs Annika let out when the car stopped at the traffic signal where John fingered her swollen clitoris and slapped her bare pussy. Annika was so scared that somebody on the road would see her. Maybe somebody did but she cared more about being a good slut for John's pleasure, so she didn't complain.
They reached John's villa. It was quite grand. He pulled the slut out of the car, grabbed her nape and directed her into his house. Annika stared with wonder at his trophies and jerseys.
Through the bright hallways, he led her into a dimly lit room. "Welcome to my torture chamber, Slut," Annika's lips quivered as she spotted his humongous stack of torture implements. There were whips, chains, ropes, sticks, clamps and everything that only a crazy sadist would own. "Aww, Little Girl, I'm going to hurt you tonight. You are going to beg me to hurt you, and every time I hurt you, you are going to say, 'Thank you, Sir'." He slapped his slut on her face. She almost lost her balance. John pulled the panties out of her mouth and squeezed her cheeks. "What are you supposed to say, Slut?"
"Th-thank you, Sir."
