No

Nicole pushed through the heavy oak doors, the scent of expensive cologne and old paper clinging to the air.

Jefferson sat behind his mahogany desk, his bald head gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

"Strip. Now." He demanded

Nicole's fingers trembled. She pulled down her yoga pants and slid out of her panties, exposing her dripping slit.

"I hate you," she whispered, her voice shaking.

"You love this, Nicole. And you know it. Now, get on the desk."

She bent over, spreading her legs wide. Jefferson stood, his cock straining against his trousers. He freed the thick, vein-ridged shaft, glistening with pre-cum. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her. The sound was a wet, rhythmic squelch. Her pussy gripped him tight, the friction sending sparks through her nerves.

"Tell me you want this," he grunted, thrusting deeper.

"I don't... I don't want this!"

"Your pussy says otherwise. You're soaking wet for me. You're practically begging."

"Fuck you, I'm not. Stop talking," she gasped. He hit her cervix, and her clit buzzed. She arched her back, her internal muscles clamping down hard. A violent climax ripped through her, her walls pulsing around his cock.

"Liar," he breathed against her neck. "Look at you, cumming for me. You're a little slut for your boss, aren't you?"

"I'm... I'm not" she lied, her voice breaking.

He didn't slow down. He hammered into her, the shlicking sound of their mating filling the quiet office. He shifted his angle, grinding his pubic bone against her clitoris. Another wave of pleasure crashed over her, a second orgasm leaving her sobbing and limp.

"Do you feel that, Nicole? That's how much you belong to me. Those photos are my insurance."

"Please, just... just finish."

Jefferson let out a guttural groan. He thrust one last time, burying himself deep within her womb. He pulsed, filling her with a hot, thick flood of seed.

"Clean yourself up," he said, stepping back. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Nicole hurried home.

As she stepped inside, the smell of coffee filled the air. John looked up from the kitchen table, his expression warm and unsuspecting.

"Hey, beautiful! How was the run?" he asked, standing up to wrap his arms around her.

"Mm-hmm," Nicole hummed, leaning into his chest and closing her eyes.

"It was... invigorating."

"You're flushed," John noted, kissing her temple. "Did you push yourself too hard?"

"Maybe a little," she whispered, her heart hammering as she thought of the images currently sitting on her boss's phone.

"I just need a shower."