Days passed.Denny went to work with Trisha as his personal assistant. Denny provided her with a table right inside his office. She was to do her online lessons with headsets to keep the silence in the room as Denny attended to his work. "Honey," she called out timidly. "Would you like some coffee?"Denny smiled sweetly as satisfaction flashed on his face as he nodded in response. "Now, that sounds way much better," he chuckled. Trisha thought he would consider her initiative to call him sir in the office as proper and formal, but she got punished all night after her very first day in his office. He showed anger and surprise at first, but as the day went on, Trisha did not catch the hint of refusal and resentment in Denny's reactions, so she continued to address him as "Sir, Mister Vero" alternately. Trisha thought her master was only tired when he was quiet the whole day. He would talk but with extreme formality. He did not call him by any name, not by Trisha, not by Honey. But h
Trisha tried her very best to satisfy her master.She used her hands, lips, and every part of her that she thought would please her client and forgive her. But when she got into his most precious possession, his pride standing bravely like a mighty warrior above his crotch, pointing at Trisha, the service girl held her arms behind her back. She only used her lips, tongue, and mouth to caress Denny's excited shaft. Denny moaned in sweet delight as Trisha did her ways to appease his sulky mood.In her perseverance, Trisha was not aware that Denny was feeling provoked again. The way she teases his cock with her licking, twirling, and lapping tongue, making Denny jerk, jump, and stiffen in his seat, were driving his sanity to madness."Stand up," Denny suddenly commanded.Trisha was like a robot. She did not dally. She did as she was told; she stood up.Denny, who was like Trisha, now in his birth suit, stood up and started to walk to the stairs. Trisha's gaze followed him; she was unabl
But Denny was not going to grant her wishes. She needs to know, feel and taste the retribution Denny was trying to deliver. She needs to remember never to commit the same mistake again. And not granting her request was one of them."Spread those legs, honey," Denny commanded as he rubbed his tallest finger on Trisha's center. Trisha complied, moaning as she felt the exciting sweet tingles brought to her core by Denny's hands. "Wider," Denny demanded. Trisha did as asked until her master was satisfied. Denny's kisses traced an invisible line from Trisha's lips down her neck, chest, abdomen, only to return to her lips again. His hands alternately lean on the bed to balance his weight while the other was checking her readiness down her love channels. "I have to taste this," Denny brought his fingers filled with Trisha's juices to his mouth as he gazed down at her. "I was going to let you have my cock while I have your sweet pussy in my face, but I change my mind," Denny whispered hus
"Honey, did you just cum? Huh?" Denny asked as he lapped on Trisha's spilled juices.The service girl being, who was supposed to be receiving her punishment, was still jumpy at Denny's every stroke of his tongue on her center. She was trying to hide her core from his sight as she tried to clamp her legs and thighs, but as Denny was in between her widely spread legs, she could not do as she wanted. Denny's queries were answered with whimpers and suppressed moans. Trisha had her teeth sinking on her lower lip with her eyes pleading for mercy, for another forgiveness to another disobedience she had committed. She was aware she was wrong again. But as she was tied with a necktie to the headboard, Trisha could only wait for what her master deemed she deserved to be dealt with. "You were not supposed to come. You dare disappoint me?" Denny dipped two of his tallest fingers inside her core, and as if checking his suspicion to be right or wrong, he showed Trisha of the sticky, water-like f
With a buttplug stuck into her arse, Denny laid himself on his back to the bed, with his face in between her widely spread legs, kneeling on the bed. He guided her to move closer to his reach. Trisha was almost sitting on Denny's face with Denny's hands holding her beneath the bottom of her butts, the sides of her crotch to elevate her and balance her weight in his holds as he started to ravish her, piece of heavenly-pleasure giving, snatch. A series of whimpers, soft moans, and hisses left Trisha's lips as she tried to grab a firm hold on the headboard not to put all her weight to her Master's face. She would jerk and shake at Denny's every teasing and stimulating caresses. Trisha's breathing would hitch and occasionally stop when Denny's licks, flicks, and suckling on her clit would turn torrid yet make her wet as if she was standing in the pouring rain. Denny made Trisha reach a few more orgasms before he paused so he could speak. He wanted to make sure she was feeling the right
Denny was so alive all night banging her to oblivion. He was enraged that she dared to disobey, but in all honesty, Denny just made use of it as an excuse. He was enjoying seeing her helplessly soaring from one orgasm to another. His first thought of punitive measures totally drifted off the drain as she begged in the most alluring, seducing ways with her whimpering sounds and hushed moans. He demanded obedience, he imposed superiority and dominance, he was the Master, and she was the servant, but all these claims turned out to be superficial. He warned her that if she ever dared call him other than honey, anywhere, like literally, anywhere- at home, at work, at the restaurant or supermarket, he would do worse than she has had. But in reality, in the realm of lust, sensuality, and affection, Denny was the servant, and Trisha was his Royal Highness. He bends at her every wish, told or not, he gives her the best of satisfaction he deems she would like to have, and she should have, to
He guided his cock to her narrowed entrance with a hand while an elbow balanced his weight on the bed just right below Trisha's armpit. Her position made her entrance even narrower as she was lying on her back with her legs flat straight on the bed, restrained to move as he was atop her whole lower body."Ohhhhhh... mmmm..." Trisha moaned as she felt the upper surface of Denny's cock rub on her clit every time he would move to thrust and unsheathe his shaft in and out of her wet folds. She couldn't help responding in quick, sharp, sudden movements whenever his cock would rock to and fro on the most sensitive part of her whole anatomy right at the moment. "Tu es si serré," [You're so tight] Denny groaned, struggling to push his girth all the way into her love cave. It even felt more strait as Trisha would stiffen and tighten subliminally whenever she felt the rapturous ecstasy of Denny's every sway of hips, pounding on her as soon as he made his cock, balls deep, inside her pussy. The
And so ever since then, Trisha would address her master/client according to how he demands to be addressed."Honey."She is not allowed to call him any other name. Not unless she wants to relive that night. As for Denisse, he was sent to a medical mission together with a team whom she had requested herself to be sent away earlier that year. She sent the people she was not pleased with to somewhere she hated knowing it was difficult to live there. There is no clean water, no good shelter, no electricity most of the time, and no internet or any kind of entertainment available in the city. Now, she will have to get along with the people she had mercilessly oppressed when she was among the board of directors, she still has authority in the team she was working with, but she will have to learn things on her own as no one might want to assist her over there. Denny briefed everyone on her team to report any malicious activity to the main office. If proven that Denisse breaks any rules, mor