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his tongue invaded her mouth. She clung to his shoulders, savouring his
kiss even as his fingers remained firmly on her clit. He kissed her like a man
possessed, murmuring her name. Did he need her as much as she needed him?
    And
then he pushed back into her slick heat and she exploded against the heel of
his hand as he pressed forcefully against her abused sex. Shuddering and
bucking, her climax continued as Mr Evans toyed with her nub.
    Before
she was aware what was happening, Mr Evans had drawn her up against him and
hefted her legs around his hips. He must have unzipped himself as his hot cock
pressed against her. Without ceremony, he carried her to the window and pressed
her bare back against the cold glass, drawing a gasp from her. Just as swiftly,
he impaled her onto his rock hard erection, easily invading her soaking sheath.
    A
feral rumble emanated from Mr Evans as he ploughed into her, hardly giving her
a moment to adjust to the size of him in her. She cried out as he pounded her
against the window, giving her little choice but to hold on and take it.
    “That’s
it, little slut, take it deep.”
    Barely
recovered from her last orgasm, Violet was astonished to feel another one
building already. Fuck, who was this man? And why was his brutal treatment of
her such a turn on?
    The glass
shuddered behind her as he thrust again and again, his fat dick gliding into
her heat with ease.
    “Oh
God, Master,” she breathed as her cunt convulsed around him. She clenched her
eyes shut as the pleasure rolled through her, more powerful than anything she’d
ever experienced before.
    With a
grunt, Mr Evans pulled himself from her and dropped her to the ground. “On your
knees,” he snapped.
    Still
dazed, Violet obeyed unthinkingly.
    “Open
your mouth.” Mr Evans fisted his cock over her, closing his eyes and releasing
a low moan as his jizz spurted out, splattering into her open mouth and
dripping onto her chest.
    Mr
Evans smirked at her shocked expression as she gulped down what cum had landed
in her mouth. She resisted the temptation to wrinkle her nose. She’d never
liked the taste of cum but she doubted very much he would care.
    “Stand
up.”
    Violet
came to her feet, her weak legs juddering beneath her. She clasped her hands
behind her and held her breath as she waited for her next order. Bloody hell,
he’d turned her into a sub already. She just hoped he had more use for her.
After that mind-blowing climax, all she wanted was more. Apparently it was Mr
Evans that was missing from her sex life.
    His
hard gaze trailed over her, eyeing the white cream on her chest with a look of
satisfaction. “Sit on the desk.”
    Eager
to obey, Violet scurried over and perched herself on the desk facing the
window. As she stared out at the dark evening, she wondered vaguely if anyone
had seen them, if anyone could see her now. A glance at Mr Evans’ slightly
swollen cock assured her that she didn’t care.
    “Spread
your legs.”
    Violet
parted her thighs and fixed a carefully seductive expression onto her face. His
cock twitched but he didn’t look amused and he tucked it back into his suit trousers
and zipped them up. Sitting down in his leather office chair, he slid towards
her and yanked open a draw. Pulling out an odd shaped plastic object with
straps attached to it, he smirked as her forehead furrowed in confusion. What
was he doing?
    “This
is a vibrator, Violet. I’m sure you’re familiar with them. I bet you’ve rammed
a vibrator up that tight cunt more than once.”
    “Yes,
but not like that. That’s not meant to go…up me, is it?”
    He
laughed. “No, you’re right, this is just for your clit.”
    Slipping
one strap over her high heel, he then did the same with the other and drew it
all the way to her juncture. The rubber of the vibrator was shaped perfectly to
settle against her clit.
    Pulling
out a black box with a flourish, Mr Evans grinned as he pressed his thumb
against it.
    Violet
let out a startled cry