the collar around my neck and attaches the chain to the collar. He puts me on my hands and knees and orders me to put my head down and to put my ass up into the air.
“How much pain do you think you can handle?” he whispers into my ear.
“As much as you are willing to give me, Sir.”
My boss pulls on the chain, snapping my head back. I cry out in pain. Then he snaps the chain on my ass. I moan a little bit. This time, I try to control my emotions.
“You have to learn to build your tolerance. That is why I am doing this. The more pain you can handle here, the more pain you can handle in the real world.”
“I am ready for all the pain you can give me, Mr. Peak.”
“Right now, there is just one form of pain I want to deliver to you.”
I feel my boss slowly enter me from behind. He starts to pump me nice and slow. My face turns red. Then he gets into a nice rhythm. He fucks me faster and faster while pulling on that chain.
I begin to moan. Mr. Peak pulls on the chain, snapping my head back. The harder he fucks me, the harder I moan. The harder I moan, the harder Mr. Peak pulls on the chain. The bed begins to shake. My boss spanks my ass until I cry.
This feels so good. My boss knows how to hurt me in all the right places. I feel my body ready to explode. I scream as I reach orgasm. Mr. Peak yanks that chain until my head snaps backward. I’ve never cum so hard in my life!
Mr. Peak knows how to keep his little “Student” satisfied. We hop into the jacuzzi where the big man finishes half a bottle of wine before we go to sleep. I am surprised that he lets me sleep in his bed. Perhaps this relationship is approaching something close to “Normal?” Who knows.
***
The next morning I wake up to find Mr. Peak gone. I rise out of bed and find myself alone. I go to the bathroom and there is no sign of my boss. “Mr. Peak?” I call out. There is no answer. This Malibu mansion is so huge I don’t know where to begin my search.
I put on a dress and begin to walk around the top level of the house. I continue to call out my boss’s name to no avail. I walk downstairs and begin to get a little nervous. Where the hell can he be?
As I walk down a long hallway, I hear my boss grunting. It is an animalistic sound. I slowly creep to an open room at the end of the hall and find Mr. Peak working out with a pair of fifty pound dumbbells. Damn, now I know how he gets that incredible body.
I stare at my boss as he works out. I just admire the sweat dripping down from his muscles. As Mr. Peak finishes a set of curls, he drops the weights to the ground and grabs a towel. “I’m disappointed in you Sarah,” Mr. Peak says as his back is turned.
My posture jolts upright. “Sir?” I say meekly. My boss simply motions for me to come into the room. Fuck. How in the world did he know I was spying on him?! Mr. Peak wipes the sweat from his face and looks me up and down.
“I thought you would be a better spy than that,” my boss growls as he snaps the towel at my right thigh. I dare not scream nor do I jump back. My boss tosses the towel to the side. He grabs me and sits down on one of the workout benches. He pulls up my dress, exposing my ass. I feel his strong right hand slam against my backside.
I grab onto the workout bench as my boss slams his hand against my ass. I bite my lower lip, I close my eyes but I dare not scream out in pain. Mr. Peak stands me on my feet and grabs me by the hips.
“Get ready. We will be going out soon,” Mr. Peak orders.
“Where, Sir?”
“You can’t go off to Monaco dressed like some college girl backpacking through Europe,” my boss explains as he walks out of his home gym. I follow him while rubbing my sore butt. “In order to attract the attention of the Dictator’s son you will have to stand out in a sea of well-dressed, well-heeled young women.”
***
Before I know it, my boss and
“How much pain do you think you can handle?” he whispers into my ear.
“As much as you are willing to give me, Sir.”
My boss pulls on the chain, snapping my head back. I cry out in pain. Then he snaps the chain on my ass. I moan a little bit. This time, I try to control my emotions.
“You have to learn to build your tolerance. That is why I am doing this. The more pain you can handle here, the more pain you can handle in the real world.”
“I am ready for all the pain you can give me, Mr. Peak.”
“Right now, there is just one form of pain I want to deliver to you.”
I feel my boss slowly enter me from behind. He starts to pump me nice and slow. My face turns red. Then he gets into a nice rhythm. He fucks me faster and faster while pulling on that chain.
I begin to moan. Mr. Peak pulls on the chain, snapping my head back. The harder he fucks me, the harder I moan. The harder I moan, the harder Mr. Peak pulls on the chain. The bed begins to shake. My boss spanks my ass until I cry.
This feels so good. My boss knows how to hurt me in all the right places. I feel my body ready to explode. I scream as I reach orgasm. Mr. Peak yanks that chain until my head snaps backward. I’ve never cum so hard in my life!
Mr. Peak knows how to keep his little “Student” satisfied. We hop into the jacuzzi where the big man finishes half a bottle of wine before we go to sleep. I am surprised that he lets me sleep in his bed. Perhaps this relationship is approaching something close to “Normal?” Who knows.
***
The next morning I wake up to find Mr. Peak gone. I rise out of bed and find myself alone. I go to the bathroom and there is no sign of my boss. “Mr. Peak?” I call out. There is no answer. This Malibu mansion is so huge I don’t know where to begin my search.
I put on a dress and begin to walk around the top level of the house. I continue to call out my boss’s name to no avail. I walk downstairs and begin to get a little nervous. Where the hell can he be?
As I walk down a long hallway, I hear my boss grunting. It is an animalistic sound. I slowly creep to an open room at the end of the hall and find Mr. Peak working out with a pair of fifty pound dumbbells. Damn, now I know how he gets that incredible body.
I stare at my boss as he works out. I just admire the sweat dripping down from his muscles. As Mr. Peak finishes a set of curls, he drops the weights to the ground and grabs a towel. “I’m disappointed in you Sarah,” Mr. Peak says as his back is turned.
My posture jolts upright. “Sir?” I say meekly. My boss simply motions for me to come into the room. Fuck. How in the world did he know I was spying on him?! Mr. Peak wipes the sweat from his face and looks me up and down.
“I thought you would be a better spy than that,” my boss growls as he snaps the towel at my right thigh. I dare not scream nor do I jump back. My boss tosses the towel to the side. He grabs me and sits down on one of the workout benches. He pulls up my dress, exposing my ass. I feel his strong right hand slam against my backside.
I grab onto the workout bench as my boss slams his hand against my ass. I bite my lower lip, I close my eyes but I dare not scream out in pain. Mr. Peak stands me on my feet and grabs me by the hips.
“Get ready. We will be going out soon,” Mr. Peak orders.
“Where, Sir?”
“You can’t go off to Monaco dressed like some college girl backpacking through Europe,” my boss explains as he walks out of his home gym. I follow him while rubbing my sore butt. “In order to attract the attention of the Dictator’s son you will have to stand out in a sea of well-dressed, well-heeled young women.”
***
Before I know it, my boss and
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