CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK

ELODIE’S POV“I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true.

“Louder.”

“I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

“That’s right,” he grunts, his control visibly fraying. He grips my head with both hands, his thrusts becoming desperate, animalistic. “And you’re going to swallow every last drop, you understand me? You’re going to drink me down like the good little bitch you are.”

I can only nod, my body alive with a sick, masochistic pleasure. He fucks my face harder, his thighs tensing, his...