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her, reaching in-between her thighs with one hand and embracing her with his other arm.
        "Feet apart," he ordered, to give himself greater access to the wet treasure of her sex. Wet, indeed! A deluge of fragrant juices escaped her vagina and covered his hand. Her body seized up as he toyed with the molten valley, as she moaned, reaching her orgasm almost from the very first touch. Two at fingers first, then three slipped into the clenching cavern while he listened for her responding gasp. Then he used his fingers like a cock, bringing her to one, then another, then another climax. Three times she shuddered against him, almost crying, and certainly too overcome to know exactly what was happening. As her plight deepened in intensity, he pulled in directly behind her ass, and setting his organ free, plunged into the steamy cunt, letting her spasming muscles work him to the finish.
        His erection surged on, pounding her forcefully, then at the moment he came, he clutched her punished cheeks in his hands and let go with groans that came from deep in his gut.
        The two remained fused for sometime after the last of their spasms died away. His hard-on receded and they caught their breath. Then awakening from his sexual stupor, he kissed the back of her neck and her mass of unruly hair and behind her ear, where his tongue lovingly probed.
        He hadn't felt like this in years. So alive. So powerful. So in charge. This woman now owned, surrendered, his to mold as he desired.
        When they finally broke apart, Meredith dropped to her knees between his legs without being told, and cleaned his organ with her mouth, laving it lovingly until he carefully pushed her back.
        "It's good there are some things you don't have to be told," he said kindly.
        "I pleased you?" she gazed up in awe.
        "Enough for one night, yes."
        By the time Meredith was on her feet, his cock was back inside his pants and he sat behind his desk looking as calm as he had when she first entered the office.

    What intimacy the two shared became cloaked behind the veil of their chosen roles. He could only give her small pieces of himself, when in fact, he was having the overpowering urge to dive in totally. But, being a master of his emotions, he contained them well for the moment. Urges to entangle himself in her life needed to be purged of the aggressive force behind them. He could give nothing away too soon. Dominant men did not do that; they didn't wear their feelings on their sleeves and they couldn't display any weakness until their control had been firmly established. He knew all this as he tucked his feelings back inside his clothes as neatly as he'd earlier tucked away his cock.
        "Thank you, sir," the quivering young woman managed.
        Alain couldn't be sure, but she seemed more nervous than she was before. Normally punishment whacked the tension from a frightened submissive. But it was safe to assume that she was still in awe of what they were about: his obligation to punish her faults, her commitment to surrender, and his right to use her body for his personal pleasure. It was certainly a terrifying if not, arousing, situation she'd openly agreed to.
        "My duty and my pleasure," he replied to her 'thank you', resuming his typically curt manner. "While this was not exactly what I had in mind for your initiation, I think it serves us both well. And it should remind you, that your job is all part of the package with me. I expect you'll reform your ways in Records and do your work efficiently. I don't think you're a dumb woman."
        "I'm not, sir," she rushed in, as was typical.
        Meanwhile, he leaned back in his desk chair. "You went to college, hum?"
        "Yes, sir, four years."
        "What did you study?"
        "Art, poetry and literature."
        He looked a little stunned. "So why, in heavens name, are you working here?"
        "I needed the job, sir. I