Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Strip, Damien merely repeated when she asked about the window. The risk of getting caught was part of the shame he wanted her to feel. He'd eventually dim the windows, but he could easily manage any rumors that sight of a naked Macy Hill in the new CEO's office might stir. Damien had powers of glamour and manipulation and he could make her fellow employees forget what they saw, or even remember things that never happened. In any event, her reputation would be stained soon enough so he wasn't concerned about her being caught stripping. Macy, however, probably felt like she was poledancing naked on a stage before the entire company. I think you discount too much the power a CEO can wield, replied Damien absently as he watched her strip. It takes a lot of resilience for a young woman to say no to his demands. And enough of your pathetic whining and attempts at pity. You are in this position because you were a vain, egotistical bitch that wanted her ambitions fulfilled at any price. Damien felt a sublime sense of satisfaction watching the haughty, vain and intelligent girl strip at his command. This was just the first step of her submission to him, the tiniest and least degrading of the many acts he had planned, but the sight of her reluctantly complying in such a public setting was exquisite. Even more delicious were the emotions he felt through the amulet, the shame of acting like this, the fear of being caught, and the slight thrill from showing her body to him that she desperately was trying to repress. And the body she revealed was certainly up to Damien's expectations. While she wasn't the workout and health fanatic that many of the women in the office were, her legs were smooth, tanned and nicely toned. And most importantly, the triangle of sinful skin at the apex of her thighs was shaved nicely bare and revealed a hint of the top of her slit. At last, she stood before him, half-naked and wearing only her white crop top which ended just below the swelling mounds of her breasts. Her partial state of dress made her appear more lewd than had she stripped completely, the small wisp of cloth on her chest only accentuated and drew his eyes to the naked flesh of the even more intimate areas below. She was flushed from a mix of embarrassment and dirty shame from standing like this before him. And while she tried to keep her face straight, her attempt to hide her bare slit by crossing her legs gave away her discomfort. Not bad, Damien said coolly, as he studied her body while idly twirling her panties on his forefinger. She was quite hot, but he had to be muted in his praise as he wanted to crush her vanity, not stoke it higher. Taking his time, he walked a slow circle around the half-dressed girl and appraised her like he might a dog at a show. When he spoke, he talked of her only in the context of his sexual needs. I'm pleased you're shaven and you'll need to stay clean for me always. I want your skin bare so you can feel every sensation I give you. You've got nice curves and natural lines, and I expect you'll be a decent fuck, but I think we'll have to get you on a workout program to tighten everything up. I like my women to work hard to make themselves as sexy as possible, for my pleasure of course. Although, I do find this ass quite tempting despite being a little soft I love having something to pound against. Damien raised his hand and slapped one of her ass cheeks hard after he spoke the last sentence, setting that round globe to jiggling. A nice ass was definitely one of his fetishes and he was pleased that Macy didn't have a bony flat one, which she very well might have given her otherwise lithe figure. After finishing his inspection, he reached onto his desk and pushed the button that dimmed the windows. It was finally time for some privacy and he didn't want to deal with a crowd gathering on the first day of Macy's training. Remember, from now on you are just my little fuck toy. Every part of you exists to do one thing, get me off, Damien murmured, eyes smoldering at Macy as he stepped so close that the half-naked girl could likely feel the heat emanating from his body. The first lesson for you is about learning self-control. You talk way too much. I don't need to hear your thoughts, or opinions, unless I fucking ask. Talking is a privilege and has to be earned by obeying. Do you understand? Now, shut the fuck up. Damien reached up and grabbed her jaw, pulling her mouth open wide in order to stuff her panties between her surprised lips. Once her mouth was nearly completely filled by her own underwear, he loosened his tie further and pulled it still looped over his head, only to slide it down Macy's face and tug it tight around her mouth, stretching her lips wide and forcing her to almost bite the black silk fabric caught between her teeth. A small tuft of white, sheer material from her panties peeked out the corner of her mouth, but she was otherwise gagged quite nicely. There, now you can just focus on pleasing me, Damien said, patting her cheek in mock praise. Speaking was a form of dominance, an act of power in any interaction between two people. Depriving the very vocal Macy Hill of her voice would likely make her feel as helpless to defend herself as if he'd tied her spread-eagled on his desk. Today was all about putting her in her place and Damien wanted to make sure to strip Macy of all her power and dignity in this first, intense encounter. That hand on her cheek slid down and his long fingers curled around the back of her neck while his thumb pressed along her jawline, squeezing so tight he could feel the blood pulsing in her neck. It was a strong grip that served to remind her of his physical strength. She was tiny compared to him, a helpless girl held firmly in place by a powerful man. While pinning her place, his other reached down and roughly slid between her thighs, cupping up and forcing her knees apart violently to accommodate him as he seized her hot mound in the palm of his hand. Damien ground that palm hard against her sex, fingertips fluttering slightly as he moved his digits through her folds. It was an aggressive, possessive and utterly dominating first touch of Macy, designed to show her that she was his completely. Smiling as he felt her heat growing, it was difficult for any woman to not respond in such a situation even if just out of fear, Damien lowered his mouth to her neck. He gave her no sweet kiss, but instead began biting up that smooth, sensitive flesh until his teeth grabbed an earlobe and tugged it hard enough to cause pain. Are you ready to be my little fuck toy, Macy? You can grunt back and let me know.