Chapter 5: The Insertion Inferno

Alex’s fingers trembled over the keyboard as he finalized the quarterly report, the glow of the screen casting harsh shadows across Victoria’s office. It was late afternoon, the bustle of Kane Enterprises winding down outside the locked door, but inside, the air crackled with unspoken tension. He’d been her thrall for weeks now, each day a deeper plunge into the abyss of her dominance—foot worship turning to smothering, edging sessions escalating to brutal anal fucks that left him aching and addicted. Yet today, a simple mistake: a misplaced decimal in the financial projections, one that could have cost the company thousands if not caught. Victoria had spotted it immediately, her eyes narrowing like a storm gathering.

“You idiot,” she hissed, slamming the printed report onto the desk. Her voice was low, venomous, slicing through him sharper than any whip. She stood before him in her signature black nylons, the sheer fabric hugging her legs from thigh-high garters down to her bare feet—she’d kicked off her heels earlier, as if anticipating this confrontation. The nylons were pristine, shimmering faintly with the lotion she’d applied that morning, accentuating every curve of her calves and the delicate arches of her soles. Alex shrank in his chair, his cock stirring despite the fear, conditioned to respond to her wrath.

“Ms. Kane, I—I’m sorry,” he stammered, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture, her crimson nails flashing. “Sorry isn’t enough. You need punishment. Strip and get on the couch.” Her tone brooked no argument, laced with that seductive cruelty that made his pulse race. Alex obeyed, shedding his clothes in a heap, his erection springing free, already half-hard from the mere promise of her torment. The office couch was plush, a wide leather expanse where they’d shared stolen moments before, but now it felt like an altar for his ruin.

Victoria approached slowly, her nylons whispering against the carpet with each step. She shed her blouse and skirt, revealing lace lingerie that barely contained her full breasts and the bare mound of her pussy, framed by the black stockings. She straddled him in cowgirl position, her weight pinning him down, her nylon-clad feet planting firmly on his chest. The soles pressed into his skin, warm and insistent, toes flexing as she ground down, using his body like a footrest. “You like my feet on you, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice a purr. “Pathetic. But you’ll earn forgiveness.”

She reached down, gripping his cock with a firm hand, stroking roughly to full hardness. The friction was dry at first, making him wince, but pre-cum soon slicked her palm, turning the motion into a slick glide. Victoria positioned him at her entrance, her pussy already wet—aroused by the power play, no doubt—and sank down in one brutal thrust. Alex groaned, the heat of her enveloping him, tight and unyielding. She began to ride, her hips rolling with abusive force, slamming down onto him again and again. Her feet dug into his chest, nails scratching through the nylons, leaving red marks as she used him for leverage.