By being an asshole

"Did...did you make me want to seduce you?" She asked.

"I...I guess I did," he said, thinking back to the day before. That thing on the computer. The 'gift'. What else could it be?

"That's horrible!" She said, pushing off him and scurrying away, covering her tits and crotch with arm and hand.

"Oh come on, Caroline!" He exclaimed. "You're really going to blame me for this?"

"Yes, I'm going to blame you for this!" She exclaimed. "You've been manipulating me!"

"You seduced me!" He pointed out angrily.

"Because you MADE me!" She shouted. "You MADE me feel this way about you."

"Tell the truth! What did you think of me before you called me last night?" He demanded.

"I thought you were a loser and a pushover," she confessed. "I knew you would have nothing better to do so that's why I called you. But then all of a sudden I adored you! And then after you hung up, I got so damned horny for you and I stayed up all night planning how I could bone you in the break room! But these feelings are just a lie!"

"God, you are such a bitch!" He exclaimed.

"Damn straight I'm a bitch!" She snarled. "And I'm your boss! Just because you made yourself my favorite doesn't change that! It's not like I like ANYONE that works for me! I'm just using you for cheep labor and dick!"

"Fuck, Caroline! I can have any woman I want with this power!" He exclaimed. "Why should I waste any more time with you?"

"Because it's your job!" She reminded him.

It was his job to give her dick the way she needed it. He couldn't deny that.

But he could change how she needed it!

"You need to **** on my dick, Caroline," he told her. "You need to deepthroat my cock until I cum. And you think it was your idea."

"Of course it was my idea!" She said. "Like you would know what a woman needs without her telling you! So shove that pecker down my throat or quit. Those are your choices!"

"Fine! **** on it, bitch!" He said, waving his dick at her.

"Oh, I will! You can't stop me!" She said and stomped toward him and angrily knealt and shoved his cock roughly down her throat.

She stared up at him with spite as her eyes began to water and she started to gag. She defied all biological instinct and pushed toward, taking him deeper down her gullet as her face turned an angry red.

"Oh God! You're really good at this!" He said. "There are porn stars that can't take a dick like that! You must have done this a lot!"

She grunted affirmation as she continued to vigorously gulp and gag.

"You do amateur porn to supplement your manager job, don't you?" He prompted.

She again gave a garbled agreement.

"Well, that explains it," he said. "I...I'm going to cum down your slut throat now."

And immediately upon saying so, he did. It was so much different than it had been on the couch. None of the affection and wonder. He felt like an asshole. A powerful asshole.

And he liked it.

Caroline slumped to the floor and gasped, glowered and hacked.

"I needed that," she said. "But you don't need to be an asshole about giving it to me."

"Actually, I think maybe I did," he said. "They say power corrupts. You're a bitch, Caroline. But now you're my bitch, not my boss. You need a collar. Let's see if this works: you're wearing a red leather dog collar that says "BITCH" in gold letters."

The collar he described appeared around her neck.

"What do you say, bitch?" He asked.

"Whatever you make me say, asshole," she glowered.

"You say 'Thank you for the collar, Sir!'" he mandated.

"Thank you for the collar, Sir!" She complied.

"Good girl," he said, patting her head. "We're going to have so much fun!".