Secretary

She couldn't believe she'd chosen this job. She knew it would be the easiest to get, as well as the easiest to do. But she would have to work for Jake. She wanted nothing more than to give him a swift kick, but instead, she was working for him.

She'd been waiting for him to come in all morning, but she'd been told by the other staffers that he was usually late. When he finally showed up, he had the gall to call her into his office. She did little to hide her annoyance as she sat in front of his desk. "Well, I'll say I wasn't expecting you to be here, especially given the contract."

Sophie tilted her head in confusion. She'd thought about sending you the contract to read, but didn't want to bother John. She simply skimmed it and signed it online before turning it in. "What do you mean?"

"You didn't actually read it? Wow, you really are a dumb bimbo. Well, that works for me." He grabbed her contract and thumbed through a few pages before passing them to her. "Read it."

"I, Sophie Doe, hereby give my employer complete ownership of my body. He may use me however he wants and want complaints or denials will be met with punishment." She looked up at him in utter shock. "You can't do this."

"Believe me: I haven't been able to. Usually people read that section and send the contract back for adjustments. Helps me know they actually read the contract they're signing. No one ever just signs it without reading, especially since it's from me. But I guess you did." He took the papers back and put them in his desk.

"But I... I don't want to do that. I'll quit on the spot!" Sophie shouted, feeling proud that she had a little fight in her.

"Great. Then you'll be buying yourself out of your contract. That's an even ten grand. Whenever you're ready, you can send it over," he leaned back in his chair with a smarmy grin. She didn't have that kind of money and they both knew it. She was trapped, at least until she could get a hold of her son.

"Now that that's all settled, let's go over your role: every morning, you will wait in my office for me to arrive. You'll help me blow off some steam with that MILF body of yours, and then you'll handle all the administrative stuff until I need you again. Speaking of: strip and show me what I'm working with." He waved his hand and waited.

She just had to make it through today. She'd done plenty with men she didn't really like before; she just needed to get him off and get this over with. As she stripped down, Jake go to up and walked around behind her. "I like what I'm seeing, slut."

Sophie jumped a bit when she felt something clasp in place around her neck. It was a collar; it wasn't completely uncomfortable, but she still hated it. "You are to wear this at all times. It's to signify that you belong to me." He gave the collar a tug before tapping the lock on it. "And you won't be getting it off any time soon."

Her look of annoyance was just as evident as before, in not more so. That didn't get a favorable response. She felt her body get pushed to the ground, Jake resting his foot on her back. "You don't seem to get it, do you? I own you. Your entire body belongs to me now. You don't get to shoot me mean looks or be a bitch. You do as I say and smile while doing it or else you're in beach of contract. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, sir!" She spoke up. She was fully regretting this now. She had to smile? He was probably expecting her to act like she was absolutely enamored with him.

"Good. Now, suck my cock while we have a nice conversation. Oh, and I want you to be very involved. Worship my cock. It'll be all you think about, eventually. I only want to hear you praising me. No negativity." He lifted his foot off of her and let her get herself comfortable— a small concession.