manner that drew her arms behind her back, and then secured her wrists. With her hands tied and her pants around her knees, Olivia felt totally at his mercy. Her pussy wept, and she shifted to rub her thighs against one another. A pinch of her nipple distracted her and she let out a little shriek, mindful of the nearness of staff and patrons alike, just beyond the door.
“You won’t like the consequences if you come, Olivia. Subs who have displeased their Masters don’t get to come. Especially those who tried to have their Master arrested.”
“But…”
Cameron cut her off. “Do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand me?”
Another pinch had Olivia nodding her head.
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“Say it.”
“I understand.”
“I understand what, Olivia?”
“I understand, Sir.” She wasn’t calling him Master, and Cameron must have sensed her resolve, for after a brief hesitation he backed off.
* * * *
She watched as Cameron unzipped his fly and pulled his penis out. It was erect and weeping. It looked bigger than she remembered, and Olivia swallowed nervously, wondering at the groan Cameron then gave.
“Open.”
Olivia obediently opened her mouth and Cameron pushed inside.
His size and taste stole her breath and Olivia involuntarily tried to pull back, only to be thwarted by Cameron’s immediate grasp of her hair to hold her in place.
“Breathe through your nose, Olivia.”
She did as he instructed and her panic subsided.
“I’m going to set the pace, Olivia. This is about me, do you understand? This is your apology.”
Olivia nodded and murmured her acquiescence around his cock, making him groan again.
“You will take what I give you.”
Cameron began to fuck her mouth with short, controlled strokes, his hot, velvet length invading first her lips and then her palate, finally pushing to the back of her throat. Olivia concentrated on keeping her lips tight around him and on breathing through her nose. She squinted to see that he had his hand around the base of his cock so that he didn’t feed her more than she could take, and realized that while he was making a point, he was also not going to hurt her. At least not with a blow job. Olivia kept her mind blank as to what might happen
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afterward. She dared hope he would make her come. Cameron stilled above her and then shoved hard, making her gag. His ejaculate streamed down her throat, and she swallowed frantically and then gratefully relaxed her mouth to allow him to slip out.
“Lick me clean, Olivia.” Cameron’s tone was dark, despite the sated look on his face. Olivia lapped at him until he pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants. She sighed. She somehow knew she wouldn’t like what came next, and her sex was begging for release.
He lifted her to her feet easily by sliding his hands under her arms, and turned her to face Maurice’s desk. Olivia had a brief moment of hysteria. Maurice would choke if he knew what was happening in his pristine, if impoverished, office. She felt the edge of the desk at her belly, and Cameron pushed between her shoulders to bend her over it.
Her face rested on the blotter, and Maurice’s fake-marble pen set base nudged her forehead. She could hear the ticking of the wall clock and the beating of her heart and then the two sounds synced. Cameron opened the drawer at her right hip and began to rummage through it.
He made a sound of satisfaction.
“I love that Scout motto, Olivia,” he murmured above her, “The one about always being prepared. I’m more the make-do kind of guy.” He reached between her legs, the hobble of her clothing constricting his movements, and Olivia cursed her body’s betrayal.
Cameron drew her moisture back, over her perineum and up to her anus, over and over, until she felt the total slickness of his finger against it. Then something else slid between her labia, something much larger than a finger, something cold and unyielding. He was lubricating that
“You won’t like the consequences if you come, Olivia. Subs who have displeased their Masters don’t get to come. Especially those who tried to have their Master arrested.”
“But…”
Cameron cut her off. “Do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand me?”
Another pinch had Olivia nodding her head.
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“Say it.”
“I understand.”
“I understand what, Olivia?”
“I understand, Sir.” She wasn’t calling him Master, and Cameron must have sensed her resolve, for after a brief hesitation he backed off.
* * * *
She watched as Cameron unzipped his fly and pulled his penis out. It was erect and weeping. It looked bigger than she remembered, and Olivia swallowed nervously, wondering at the groan Cameron then gave.
“Open.”
Olivia obediently opened her mouth and Cameron pushed inside.
His size and taste stole her breath and Olivia involuntarily tried to pull back, only to be thwarted by Cameron’s immediate grasp of her hair to hold her in place.
“Breathe through your nose, Olivia.”
She did as he instructed and her panic subsided.
“I’m going to set the pace, Olivia. This is about me, do you understand? This is your apology.”
Olivia nodded and murmured her acquiescence around his cock, making him groan again.
“You will take what I give you.”
Cameron began to fuck her mouth with short, controlled strokes, his hot, velvet length invading first her lips and then her palate, finally pushing to the back of her throat. Olivia concentrated on keeping her lips tight around him and on breathing through her nose. She squinted to see that he had his hand around the base of his cock so that he didn’t feed her more than she could take, and realized that while he was making a point, he was also not going to hurt her. At least not with a blow job. Olivia kept her mind blank as to what might happen
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afterward. She dared hope he would make her come. Cameron stilled above her and then shoved hard, making her gag. His ejaculate streamed down her throat, and she swallowed frantically and then gratefully relaxed her mouth to allow him to slip out.
“Lick me clean, Olivia.” Cameron’s tone was dark, despite the sated look on his face. Olivia lapped at him until he pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants. She sighed. She somehow knew she wouldn’t like what came next, and her sex was begging for release.
He lifted her to her feet easily by sliding his hands under her arms, and turned her to face Maurice’s desk. Olivia had a brief moment of hysteria. Maurice would choke if he knew what was happening in his pristine, if impoverished, office. She felt the edge of the desk at her belly, and Cameron pushed between her shoulders to bend her over it.
Her face rested on the blotter, and Maurice’s fake-marble pen set base nudged her forehead. She could hear the ticking of the wall clock and the beating of her heart and then the two sounds synced. Cameron opened the drawer at her right hip and began to rummage through it.
He made a sound of satisfaction.
“I love that Scout motto, Olivia,” he murmured above her, “The one about always being prepared. I’m more the make-do kind of guy.” He reached between her legs, the hobble of her clothing constricting his movements, and Olivia cursed her body’s betrayal.
Cameron drew her moisture back, over her perineum and up to her anus, over and over, until she felt the total slickness of his finger against it. Then something else slid between her labia, something much larger than a finger, something cold and unyielding. He was lubricating that
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