Thread: Scouting Talent (incendonocturne and Jack Stalker)

Wrong. Chris said aggressively as Keira tried to deny she was his. You work for my company. Me. You signed a contract renewal only two days ago. You should have read the small print. In any case, do you seriously think I would share you? My perfect assistant? My P.A. My woman? he hissed. You belong to me as much as you belong to this company. Your perks, your pay, your new apartment, your transport, your office, your work... it's all for me. You belong to me now Keira. A few hours ago you were a struggling receptionist, now you are at the top of the game. You think that comes free? Do you really want to turn back and embrace that old position, that old job? he shook his head as he grinned. No, once you have a taste of the good life, you don't go back. Ever. he told her. He had been planning to eat out her tight young cunt, but after she gave the message to his driver and moved to expose herself, dragging her dress up to reveal her stockings and her panties, he knew that he would not be leaving the limo without soiling her insides with his hot cum. Fuck me... he hissed. ...Do you dress like a slut everyday? Or just in case you get the chance to fuck your boss? he shook his head, his eyes boring into hers with a wild animal like lust. His tone was almost primal as he reached for her hips. His powerful fingers grasped at her flimsy panties, as she held her dress up. in an almost tauting manner, challenging him. A moment later a loud snap sounded in the limo, as he tore them off her leaving red tracks across her pale flesh, where the panties had broken and stung harshly against her flesh. Rising up, as much as he could in the limo, he knocked his head against the ceiling. He needed more space for this noting that as he reached over to trigger the intercom. The next alleyway. Pull in and park up. he told the driver. He hen waited, staring at Keira as though she were his prey and he were some feral beast who was done with her tempting ways. As the vehicle came to a halt he turned, opening the door he stepped outside and scanned up and down their location. The driver had swung into a long and deserted alleyway between a couple of tall buildings. Dumpsters were scattered about on either side, along with patches of abandoned trash and empty boxes. One end came to a halt at a chain link fence while traffic still passed by at the other. Fire escapes dangled out of reach above them on one side, while the other appeared to be an abandoned building of some sort, with windows and doors boarded up. Get out. he told her. He gestured to a space squeezed in between two of the dumpsters, shielded from any casual glances from the street. Get out and put one hand on the wall there, facing it. Use the other to keep your dress dragged up around your waist. his tone was seething with lust, impatience, wild carnal desire at a level which brooked no insolence. You need to be instructed in proper intercom etiquette. he told her, as though that were enough to explain or justify his behaviour. It wasn't. It was an excuse, he could tell himself he had caved in to a need to discipline her, instead of the truth, that her hot flesh had driven him beyond reason and he was barely in control as it was. Don't make me ask again, Miss Knight.