Chapter 30: Deepika Earns Her Place

“You were so hard on that girl.” Deepika said when they stopped kissing for a moment. She was straddling him on the sofa in her office and enjoying his hands on her body as they were making out.

“Hard is my middle name.” Rohan said.

Deepika giggled “You know what I mean. She was ready to be your bitch.”

“And she will be,” he continued to rub her soft, smooth back in that backless dress “you think I will spare such an exquisite piece?”

“Why didn’t you just bang her now? She wouldn’t have minded.” Deepika said “And she is one of the hottest girls, and smart, we are pretty much sure to take her on as brand ambassador.”

He looked at her “That girl has potential. I plan to have her as my personal property, not just as brand ambassador but as my possession, permanently. When a girl is worth that much, I take time to explore her, break her and mould her. Like I did with my fiancée, the same I plan to do with Rashmika.”

“Oh, I see.” She looked in his eyes “And what about me? You haven’t fucked me yet and you know how much I want to be your whore.”

“We should take care of that now.” He was rubbing her exposed ass crack slowly and Deepika was squirming on his lap.

She reached down and opened his pants “I agree, especially when the staff thinks that you are banging me already.”

“They do?” He looked at her as she caressed his hard cock, getting it to rise up erect like a flagpole.

“When you came to that meeting,” she wiggled her hips until her pussy was right on top of his dick and pressed down “every person there was convinced that I am your whore.”

“Aww, did I undermine your power on your first day?” He ignored her efforts to take him in. His bulbous cockhead was too large for her small pussy hole and Deepika was not getting that she would have to push hard which would cause pain.

“Undermine?” Deepika was getting a bit breathless now “You made a me a star. I am a new manager whom nobody knows. Once they knew I was the top boss’ bitch, my stock skyrocketed. Even Esha Gupta who had been nothing but sarcastic since yesterday is now sniffing around me like she would like to lick my ass.”

“Now, there’s a thought. She is quite a hot piece of ass isn’t she?” He smiled, still not helping her take him in.

“I will serve her to you on a silver platter,” Deepika lowered her head and pressed her forehead to his “you can nail the bitch until she can’t stand up on her own feet, but please, right now I need you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, Sir.” She looked in his eyes even though they did not focus at that close distance “They think I am your bitch and I am going to be your bitch, so please ... please take me, make me your bitch.”

He moved his hips and ground his cockhead in her pussy hole letting her feel how big it was for her tight pussy “Why, baby? Just because I am your boss?”

“Just because I want to be your bitch.” She was breathless with desire and also a little afraid as to what his huge cock was going to do to her “You know how much I want to be your bitch. I was on that flight because I wanted a chance with you. That was my only chance. I was hoping you would notice me and think ‘she deserves to be under me.’”

“I didn’t know that you were interested.” His cockhead was lodged in the entrance of her pussy hole ready for his push but he was not pushing yet. He was making her wait and it was driving her crazy.

She lifted his chin with her fingers and locked her eyes with him “You are the only man in the world who deserves to own me. So, please ... mujhe tod do aur apni kutiya bana lo.”

[Break me and make me your bitch.]

Now he pushed, once. His thick, rounded cockhead stretched her tight pussy to the very limit and lodged inside her.

“Ah, mumma!” Deepika screamed. His cock had been extremely hard in the audition with Rashmika and he had not had a release since then. It was now hard like steel and hurt in Deepika’s soft, tight pussy like an electric shock. She closed her eyes and kept her hands on his shoulders so she would not fall.

He kissed her cheek and pressed his cheek to hers “What were you saying?”

“Make me your bitch.” She whimpered.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” He was rubbing her back and while his rough hands on her soft skin were soothing her, his cock was causing pain in her tight pussy even as she breathed.

“I know I can’t handle it,” She pushed herself up to look in his eyes “but I need you to break me. I need your cock to own me the way everybody thinks it does. It doesn’t matter that I can’t handle it. It only matters that you want to own me. Do you want to own me?”

He caressed her cheek and smiled “I wanted to own you the moment I saw you, Deepika. I had no intention of letting you go.”

“Mmmm, god, yes!” She pushed down and loved that his cock hurt her pussy as it invaded her deeper “Then please break me and claim me.” She looked deep in his eyes “Destroy me the way you want to, be brutal, don’t care about me. Treat me as a piece of fuckmeat.”

“But you are fuckmeat, Deepika,” he rolled his hips and she whimpered “fuckmeat that will belong to my cock. I made you manager here so you will always be under my hand, you will be my possession. Let the whole hotel know, I don’t care, but you will be my personal bitch.”

His words were making her pussy throb and Deepika was riding his cock up and down, taking him deeper as he excited her more, even though it was hurting her pussy to take his massive beast of a cock so deep in her tight hole. His meaty shaft was grinding on her pussy walls and taking her breath away but Deepika was so turned on that she didn’t care about the pain, only about taking him deeper in her body so he could own her.

Rohan pulled the little touch button holding her dress strap close and the top of her dress fell forward as the strap was released. He held her hot, full tits in his hands and crushed them hard as he looked at her “You are an exquisite piece of fuckmeat, Deepika.”

“Mmmm, god, yes!” She cried out as his hands squeezed her firm tits painfully hard.

He lifted his hand and slapped her left breast. She yelped but the breast didn’t bounce much, it was too hard from arousal. He lifted his hand again and slapped it harder. It bounced more. Deepika cried out. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. She was moving faster now. The pain in her pussy from his huge cock now felt like pleasure as she took him deeper. Her arousal had risen higher than she had ever experienced in her life.

Deepika loved sex, and she loved hard sex, but she could hardly ever find a man who could handle her. Most were intimidated by her position. Her beauty attracted all men but her intelligence overwhelmed them. Even if they didn’t give up completely, they were not able to deal with her as she wanted. They either respected her or showed so much deference that it killed her mood. They dared not fuck her like a cheap whore which was what excited her immensely. They could not even imagine spanking her. She often had to act dumb to get any kind of sexual enjoyment from the men she met. Even the bosses in the company who thought it their right to fuck her were not able to handle her.

She had heard stories and rumours about Rohan. She had heard things that had intrigued her. He was obviously so much more successful than her that there was no chance of him being intimidated by her career success. He was her top boss so he would not be overwhelmed by her. But other than that also, she heard so many interesting things about him that she was extremely curious about him. She wanted to find out how many of those were true and she wanted to see if there was even a remote chance that she could get under him. When the opportunity had presented itself, Deepika had grabbed it with both hands.

It was common for cabin crews to do two or even three shifts in a row with little sleep in-between. But when the chance had come, Deepika had used that as an excuse to ground that cabin crew so that she herself could serve on Rohan’s flight. She could not ground only one girl so she had to ground both of them and then had to have another girl with her. She had called Kriti to join her and she had been worried about her. Kriti was gorgeous, tall, slender and as much of a slut as she herself was. Deepika was worried that Rohan might notice her and take her in hand. But luck had been with Deepika and he had not only noticed her but she had got a chance to suck him.

That day she had confirmed the rumours about him and it had fuelled her desire for him even more. Now she wanted to be his whore in the worst way and was willing to do anything for it. In yesterday’s meeting she had dressed not for a corporate event but to be noticed by him. Once again luck had been on her side and he had picked her to manage the hotel, a position in which she would work directly under him and was guaranteed to become his bitch. Still, she had made sure that he knew that she was ready and eager to be his bitch by going after him with an excuse and repeating her promise to him.

Now that she was impaled on his cock, Deepika was feeling that her destiny had brought her to this place. She was incredibly aroused and right on the edge of a powerful orgasm. She knew from her experience with him that he would not cum yet but she herself was ready to cum. She looked down in his eyes and that itself made her pussy throb harder. She pushed her hips down and when he pushed up with her stroke, she felt his cockhead reaching much deeper. She was breathless and her joints felt like they were turning to water but Deepika wanted to keep going. She needed that cock. She needed it to rip her apart and use her like a whore. He was drilling her hard now which was good as she was losing control on her body. He slammed in hard and his cockhead hit her cervix.