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was an almost evil smile—full of dangerous intent.
    Still holding my head captive by my hair, he released my tits and slid his hand around to my back, pressing hard into the small of it so I was arched unnaturally. That released a bit of the pressure on my tits, but stretched the tendons in my legs even as it pressed my clit down even harder against the wooden beam beneath me.
    I strained for breath and fought back tears while he put a grinding pressure on my pelvis, dragging my clit back and forth over the sawhorse in short, hard bursts.
    “My board of directors tells me that you’re a good cock sucker.”
    My battle with the tears was lost, as he only ground me harder, faster against the wooden beam.
    He yanked me back by the hair again, then licked the salty tears from my eyes. “I don’t want you to suck my cock, though. Not now, at least.”
    He released me all of a sudden, and I fell back into the position I’d been in for way too long. I screamed into my gag from the shocking tug on my nipples, and he laughed.
    I lost sight of him as he moved behind me. That made me very nervous, because there was something decidedly unsettling about him. I wanted to know what he was doing, but no matter how I stretched my neck or strained my neck, I couldn’t tell. When he came back to stand beside me, I couldn’t tell what, if anything, he had with him.
    With one hand, he reached up and undid the buckle holding my gag into place. When he pulled it free, a torrent of saliva followed, drenching my chest in the stuff.
    “Did your bosses tell you that they’ve offered to let me purchase your services from them on a full-time basis?”
    Say what? I was a free woman. I worked for Cooper Anderson Construction, but I could quit at any time if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to quit. I didn’t want to work for anyone else, either. I liked working for David and Bobby, particularly because of the…erm…side benefits. The gig was as good as I could ask for.
    I started to shake my head, but he slapped me across the face before I could say anything. A fresh wave of tears sprang to my eyes, and his lips quirked up in a sadistic smile.
    “You seem to get in trouble with them a lot—earn more punishments than you should. They think they want a new sexretary…someone who follows orders and completes her job requirements better than you do. If I don’t agree to buy your services, they’re ready to kick you to the curb.”
    Could that be true? I mean, sure, I’d earned punishments almost every day of my employment with them…some days I had earned multiple punishments, true…but I thought that was what they wanted. I knew I got off on the punishments. Lord knew it seemed like Bobby and David did, too.
    One thing was for sure—I had no intention of going unemployed again. Definitely not as long as I had before Bobby Anderson hired me. Preferably not at all.
    If it was a choice between being a sexretary for this guy or being unemployed… Well, there really wasn’t much of a choice there. Besides, he looked like he could fuck me from here to Sunday and back. That wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. Right?
    “I haven’t decided if I want to take them up on the offer yet. It’ll depend largely on how you perform for me today.”
    That effectively made my choice for me. I was going to have to please this dude, whatever the cost. Too bad I had no clue what he’d want from me. I didn’t have to sit around and wonder for long, though.
    He pulled a wand-looking thing from behind his back and touched the tip of it to one of my way-too-fucking sensitive breasts, against the fleshy part on the side. It zapped me with electricity, and I screamed in shock and heat and scorching, searing pain while my body convulsed against my bonds.
    “You will call me Master.”
    Dude was on something. I wasn’t calling anyone ‘Master.’ I sucked in a breath. “Fuck you.”
    Another zap, to my other breast this time. “You will not speak unless