She submits

Rebecca trembled, looking up at him. Her eyes watered at the corners, a reflex to the stinging pain in her face. There was a beat. Silence. Her emotions were inscrutable. Finally she broke eye contact with Kirk, and whispered something too faint to be heard.

“What was that?”, he asked.

She paused, then repeated herself—still at a whisper, but loud enough to be audible. “Thank you… sir.”

Kirk looked at her, a redness growing on her cheek, then snorted. The bitch didn’t even have the decency to be indignant. Like always, her leaky cunt (he could already start to smell her wetness) ruled her thoughts and actions completely.

Kirk rolled his eyes and sat back down—standing over her was extraneous now. “So”, he asked, menace in his voice, “Is this what it’s all been about? Is that what you’ve been fucking hoping would happen? Huh? A year of being the most obnoxious bitch you could, hoping it would rile me into something like this?”

Her voice quiet, Rebecca replied, “Not… not exactly like that…”

“Then what? Did you think I’d fuck you to make you back off? Shut you up with a cock in your mouth?”

“...Yeah…”

Kirk snorted again, wrinkling his nose with disgust at the pathetic whore before him. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her professional blouse. She squeaked—probably having a small orgasm—and he roughly yanked her down, forcing her to stumble onto her knees.

A rush of feeling went through Kirk as he watched his boss yelp and wince, **** to kneel at his feet. A rush of power, of satisfaction. This was right. Why had he been bothering to hold back?

“Rebecca… I’ll be honest with you. You’re entirely out of your fucking league here. You want to know why I don’t have any partners? Why I’ve never even bothered letting you suck me off? Because none of your whores can fucking handle me. And because once you know the real me, I’ll never be able to get rid of you sluts.”

“W…what? What are you talking about?”

Kirk paused. He’d been avoiding this for so long, putting so much effort into concealing the truth. Was he really going to burn that all away now?

He looked at the red mark on Rebecca’s face again. He felt another rush of satisfaction.

Yes. He was.