I have placed two warnings or disclaimers before you even got this far…in theory. One last warning: This is a Non-Consensual that leads to Consent-Non-Consent which treads the line very closely of rape play, etc. Stop now if this isn’t something that interests you. – Thank you, The Management.

“Good Morning, Mr. Grey.” She softly said as she entered the office.

“Morning, Alexis.” He answered back as he always did.

His eyes came up and, sure enough, she was wearing another minidress that barely covered her ass when she stood perfectly still.  She also had on the mid-thigh boots with spike-heels.  Her long, straight dark hair fell in a soft waterfall over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back.

She was filing some of his paperwork from yesterday and had turned around to bend over to the middle drawer.  Jon made a mental note to have her move the daily files to the bottom drawer.  Would she even know why he wanted her to do it?

God, she had to know what a tease she was being, didn’t she?  Yet, she acted clueless about it as he had a clear shot of the bottom third of her ass and could see she wore a tiny, white thong.  Without that, he’d be able to see her pussy very well.

Alexis had been working for him about two months now and her attire had just gotten shorter and more provocative with each passing week.  Finally, he’d begun blatantly complimenting her legs, then her ass.  She never frowned or did anything other than smile sweetly, bob her head to him, and thank him.  “Thank you, Sir.”

Jon knew he was a dominant man.  He’d had and continued to have enjoyable interactions with submissive women.  Part of the dynamic was they called him Sir.  Alexis did it in exactly the same way, but he could tell if she was aware of it or not.

“Alexis, I want you to move those files to the bottom drawer.” He told her.

Without rising, she looked back at him.  “Do you want me to do that now, Sir?”

“Yes, please.” He told her.

She gave him a coy, demure smile.  “Of course, Sir.”  

He puttered around on his desk with today’s work for a little as he waited to see what happened next.  Did she squat now to make the move?  

God, no.  She spread her legs a little and bent further down.  Her dress rode up until more than half of her bottom was on display now.  There was a little heart-shaped tattoo he could see on her left cheek.  She began to move the files and, in the process, wiggled that tight, round ass at him.

It was the last straw.  Jon could only take so much and this was enough.  A fleeting thought of being arrested for what he was about to do flashed through his mind but a darker, nastier part of him dismissed that with the idea Alexis wouldn’t be screaming for the police afterwards.

Whichever was the case, he got up from his desk and walked up behind her.

“Stand up.” He told her.

She obeyed and looked very confused about why he was so close to her.  He took her by the shoulders and began to firmly turn her around to face his desk.  It was only fitting it be done across his desk.  It was here she’d been taunting him whether she meant it or not.

“Mr. Grey? Sir?” She began to ask with fear in her voice.

“If you know what’s good then you’ll be quiet and do as your told from this point.  Understood?” He growled at her as he moved her to the front of his desk.

“No, I don’t…Noo…I don’t understand.” She began to whimper.

He reached his arm around her middle from behind her and put his hand to her throat.  He didn’t squeeze…yet.  “For two months, you’ve been strutting around this office flashing ass and wiggling for me.  I don’t know if you knew what you were doing and, frankly, at this point I don’t care.”

Jon pressed up against her ass with his pelvis.  He knew she’d feel his erection poking her now.  “Feel this?  This is what you keep doing to me day-after-day, Alexis.  I’m going to finally let my cock have what it wants.  You.”

Alexis gasped and began to cry.  “Sir..please, no.  I…I…”

“Either you bend over the desk or I put you there.” He told her and pressed her forward.

She didn’t struggle against him much as he flattened her onto the hard surface.  The objects there were probably biting into her breasts and stomach but he was past caring.  He kept his right hand firmly on her lower back as she began to try and raise back up.

“Don’t you dare, you little slut.” He growled and pushed her back down.

“Slut?!” She squeaked.

“Yes, what else do I call a girl who flashes her ass for her boss, wears ridiculously short dresses, spiked heels, and purposely turns around to bend down to the filing cabinet?” He asked and smacked her hard on the ass with his left hand.

She squealed and began to cry louder.  “I…I didn’t mean…”

“The hell you didn’t.” He lifted her dress up to her waist and grabbed the thong.  “You won’t be needing this anymore.” He pulled hard and quick.  The little bit of fabric didn’t last long and ripped into two pieces.  

“My thong!” She yelped.

“You no longer are allowed to wear a thong anymore, Slut.  And that’s your new name now, Slut.  Do you like it?” He spanked her hard several times now just because he was enjoying the feel of her firm bottom.

“NOoooo…nooo, please, don’t…don’t call me that…Sir?” She begged.

“Why not?” He asked and now groped each cheek and squeezed mercilessly.

“Please, don’t do this…no.” She wriggled.

He unzipped with his left hand and let his pants and boxers drop.  Alexis must have heard it because she was now shaking like a leaf under his right palm.  Her arms started trying to come under her to push up.

He whapped her hard again on the ass.  “I’d best think you should grab onto the other side of the desk, Slut.  You’re not getting away or getting up.  I’ll take what I want now and you can’t stop me.”

Alexis let out a deep, ragged sob but he saw her hands reach for the other side of the desk.  He used the opportunity to rub his tip against her nearly bare pussy lips.  Mmm…they were more than a little moist right now.  Interesting.  It was a good thing for her so this wouldn’t be so raw.

“You’re….you’re going to fuck…fuck me?” She whimpered.

“Oh yes, sweet Slut, but not where I’m rubbing.  Sluts get fucked in the ass.  The same ass you’ve been teasing at me all this time.” He laughed.

Her bottom cheeks clenched in terror.  “NOoooo…I’ve never…no…no…no”

“Never been taken there?  Well, you’re about to be.” He didn’t wait.  He didn’t care to wait.

He thrust his tip to her anus and began to shove.  

Oh, she was a tight little thing.  She writhed and squealed as her sphincter parted before his cock.  

“Slut, your struggling is only making me harder.  The more you clench your sphincter, the worse this will hurt.” He didn’t wait to see if she’d hear but started thrusting further then further then further.  

Jon groaned at the feel of impaling her like this.  So hot, tight, and her ass was wriggling right under his pevlis.  He was almost all inside.  She was crying a constant stream now as he took her.  

Leaning down, he pressed his weight onto her back more as his pelvis cupped her ass.  “Mmm…so good, little Slut…so good to finally do it.” He murmured.

Alexis kept shaking her head back and forth but she’d stopped squealing in fear.  Her breathing was rapid and ragged. 

“I’m going to pump you now.  Fight it or not.” He leaned down and kissed behind her ear.

She moaned and he wasn’t sure why and he began to think she didn’t know either.  He pulled out a bit then thrust, out a bit more, thrust a little harder.  Mmm…it’d been a while since he took an ass this young.  She was so supple and soft under him.  He picked up speed.

Thump, thump, thump, he began to fuck her harder.  He was now pulling her away from the desk a little then thrusting her back against it.  He knew she’d have bruises on her front from this.  Good.  Punish her for being a tease.

Somewhere in the middle of this, he felt a difference begin to happen.  She was now helping him.  She didn’t need to be pulled back anymore.  Slut was pressing herself back against him and there was no doubt what the moans meant.  

“Mmm…is my slut like this?” He whispered to her.

She groaned and shook her head.

“Your body says different, little skank.  Why are you helping now?”  He asked as she seemed to want him to go faster.  He did.

“Noooooo…it can’t…it can’t beeeeeeee…..” She whimpered then moaned again but much deeper.

“If you fucking come without begging for it?  I’ll wear this ass out with my belt, understood?” He growled.

She nodded but hadn’t stopped crying yet.  

“Finding out just how much of a slut you truly are, Alexis?” He teased her.  “Lean to your right.” He commanded.

The girl did so.  He grabbed her left breast hard and squeezed.  This cause a whole new kind of moan from her now.  Higher pitched and more needy, it wounded like to him.

“Like that?” He asked.

She gave her first nod but stayed mute.  

His fingers found her nipple and pinched it.  “Better?”

She nodded once more.  

He thrust her into the desk again.  “Ready for me to finish?”

She lowered herself and nodded.  

He fucked her at will now.  Jon had good control from years as a dom so he could make it last a while.  Slut would be very, very sore afterwards.  She was now moving to his rhythm and getting closer.  

“Remember what I warned you?” He asked.

She nodded  quickly.  She was getting really close.  It occurred to him she might not beg because she wanted to feel his belt.  Shrugging mentally, he decided it was time to come down the home stretch.

He thrust and spanked her with each move now and she arched her ass up to it, the little ass-slut.  Mmm…he felt his balls tighten…he let it go and came deep into her.

The feel of it or the situation or all of it?  It caused her to shudder and writhe under him as she hit her own climax, without permission.  

“OHHHhhhhhhhhh.” She groaned and went on and on and on.  She began to cry softly when she finished.

He lay there and enjoyed the feel of her under him for a moment.  The peace and warm afterglow of finally getting relief for his frustration was potent.  He didn’t want to rush it.  Alexis was no longer squirming or fighting at all.  She’d submitted herself at this point.  How much though?

Taking a deep breath, he patted her bare hip as if she were his.  “I’m going to slowly pull out now.  You will clench those muscles to keep me inside or I’ll make you lick up the mess.  Understood?”

Slowly and barely, she nodded.

“Answer me.” He commanded.

“Yes, I understand.  I will.” She whispered.

He smacked her ass fairly sharply.  “Address me properly.”

“Yes, Sir.  I understand.  I will do as you tell me, Sir.” She whispered and then moaned a bit after saying it.

“What’s your name now?” He asked to check further.

“Slut, Sir.” She responded quickly.

“Whose slut are you?” He asked.

“Your slut, Sir, if…if you still want me.” She added with a softer tone.

“You understand your new position here, right?” He pressed against her ass.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  No underwear and take it anywhere you wish to put it in me…willingly.”

“Good.” He began to rise and slip out of her.  

Jon watched but she was true to her word and no cum spilled out as he stood up.  

“Hard to hold all that in?” He asked.

“A little, Sir.” She nodded.

“This is the only time I’m going to say this or offer it.  I’m going to back up and get dressed again.  You’re right by the phone.  I won’t stop you from calling the police and telling them what happened.  I knew the risks when I decided to do it.”  He told her.

She glanced back at him with dark, deep eyes.  “To rape me?”

“Yes.” He nodded.  “It’s what I did and I won’t deny it.  So…what will you do?”

She watched him as he did back away and pulled his boxers and pants back up.  Her eyes flickered to the phone on her left then back at him. 

“Did…did you enjoy me, Sir?” She asked in a small voice.

“Very much, yes.  Part of that might be the struggle to be honest.” He admitted.

She nodded.  “Oh.  Well.  I can reenact that easily, Sir.  I will also say this only once.  I didn’t mean to tease you to this point.  I really didn’t.  I do like being appreciated and I do like showing off my ass.  I did and do find you attractive.  Those are my only excuses.”

He didn’t argue with her.  If that’s what she believed then it was fine.  “Do you want to stay here?  Just like you said and you know I will demand it?”

“Yes, please, Sir.” She told him.

“Beg for it properly then.” He commanded.

A small grin appeared on her lips but she spoke, “Please, I beg to become your slut, Sir.  To be daily, hourly, whatever you wish fucked, fondled, spanked, whipped…stapled…even…clamped, Sir.” Her eyes began to glow a little.

“A masochist, eh?” He chuckled.

“Oh, yes, Sir.  Very much so.  I think I’ve found my Sadist.” Her eyes flashed at him.

“You have.  Why haven’t you stood up yet?” He asked.

Her eyes glowed brighter.  “There’s still the matter of coming without permission, Sir.  I’d like to take that belt whipping now?”

Jon laughed and felt his cock twitch again, even this soon.  Slut was going to be a lot of fun to play with and roleplay with.  He began to undo his belts as she licked her lips while she turned her head back down.  She lifted her ass higher.