She was getting ready for bed, just as she does every night. She undresses in her bedroom so she has to walk through the house to the bathroom naked, just to see if he notices. This night's a little different, though. She had made a request and he had yet to acknowledge it. She was getting more aroused the longer she waited.
She walks into his office and just stands there to see if he notices. He glances up before returning to his computer but doesn't say anything. With a deep sigh, she walks over to him, wraps her arms around him and says suggestively, "I'm gonna go take a shower." She kisses him on the cheek and is pulling away when he grabs her arm.
"No, you're not... slut." A little zing goes to her pussy at the last word but she fights anyway.
"Yes, I am," she says with a smile on her face. She tries to tug her arm away but his grip is tight as steel. The harder she fights, the tighter he holds her. Her fear and excitement grow.
He turns his chair around, still holding her arm and slaps her on the face with his free hand. Not hard enough to really hurt, just hard enough to get her attention. She stops struggling just as he'd intended. Her mouth is parted and she's so aroused, her pussy aches. He says, "Don't talk back to me, whore."
He stands up and pushes her against the wall with his hand around her neck. He looks at her and smiles. "Is this what you wanted?" He pinches her nipple to make her gasp. "It is, isn't it? You're such a little slut. You love it when I treat you this way." He moves his hand from her neck to dive into her hair and hold her head by her hair as he kisses her roughly. She can feel her pussy getting wet as his teeth slide across her lips and his tongue dominates her mouth. He pulls away slightly and says in low voice, "I can smell your pussy from here." He flicks his tongue over her lips then says, "You smell so good." He kisses her again and a mewling sound tries to escape her.
