Chapter 2: The First Week – Training Her Like a Pet

Elena arrived at 7:55 a.m. on Monday, heart hammering so hard she could feel it between her legs. She’d followed every silent instruction he’d texted her the night before: the shortest black skirt she owned—barely covering the lower curve of her ass—no panties, sheer white blouse with no bra, nipples already tight against the fabric from the cool morning air. Her hourglass body moved like liquid sin down the hallway, heavy breasts swaying, wide hips rolling, the memory of his cum drying on her skin yesterday still making her thighs slick.

Mr. Voss was already at his desk when she stepped into the outer office. The second she closed the door he looked up, eyes darkening with raw hunger.

“Morning, slut.”

Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t correct him. Couldn’t. The contract was signed. The rent was paid. “G-good morning, sir.”

He crooked a finger. “Come here. Let me see if you obeyed.”

She walked around the desk on shaky heels. He spun his chair, pulled her between his spread thighs, and slid both hands straight up under her skirt. No fabric. Just smooth, warm, already-damp pussy lips. Two thick fingers parted her instantly, stroking along her slit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already. Good girl.” He pushed one finger inside her without warning, curling it deep. Elena gasped, hands flying to his shoulders for balance. He pumped slowly, thumb circling her clit, watching her tits heave inside the sheer blouse.

“Every morning from now on, you greet me like this. Understood?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she whimpered, hips rocking helplessly onto his hand.

He added a second finger, stretching her, scissoring, making wet little sounds that filled the quiet office. “You’re going to keep my cum inside you all day today. No wiping. I want you dripping down your thighs while you work.”

Before she could answer he pulled his fingers free, shiny with her arousal, and painted them across her lower lip. “Suck.”