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Adrian Chase slid his chair back, freeing his cock from Felicity Smoak's mouth. He stood up and approached the young attorney, wearing nothing below the waist. He produced a wicked looking knife from out of nowhere and used the blade to swiftly cut away Laurel's grey skirt suit and white blouse. The terrified woman stood frozen in place in just her plain white bra, matching panties, and her sensible flats. With another flick of his wrist, her bra fell away, followed by her panties.

Chase grabbed Laurel by the hair and dragged her to his desk. He **** her head down until she was bent over the desk.

Chase growled in her ear, "Miss Lance. This is going to be the best sex of your life. When I'm fucking you, you will be more turned on than you have ever felt. But you don't get to cum until I unfreeze you. In fact, you are going to get more and more aroused until I unfreeze you."

Fear raced through Laurel's mind as her body started to betray her. She felt her slit moistening and her body felt like it was on fire. The cool desk beneath her breasts were was sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. And her pussy was practically starting to drool when Adrian Chase rammed his cock into her.

The desk tugged at her sensitive nipples as her torso slid back and forth along its surface from the **** of Chase's thrusts. All the while, Laurel could feel the biggest orgasm of her life building. She felt like she was about to burst, but her arousal continued to build without release. She wanted to scream out of frustration, rage, terror and bliss; but she was still unable to move or speak.

Suddenly, Laurel felt empty as Chase pulled out of her hungry cunt. He straightened his tie before returning to his chair. Felicity Smoak poked her head out and looked up at him. He nodded and his executive assistant started to lick Laurel's pussy juices from Adrian's cock. She then took him into her mouth and started to bob her head. After a few minutes, he roughly grabbed the back of her head and **** it down before unloading his seed down her throat.

Felicity swallowed every drop before licking him clean. As she was giving his cock a tongue bath, Chase spoke, "Miss Lance, you can move and speak again."

An ear-piercing shriek filled the room as Laurel Lance dropped to the floor. One hand latched onto a tit and the other flew to her pussy. She continued to scream as her orgasm continued to intensify. Her back arched as she furiously rubbed her clit. Much to Laurel's surprise, a geyser erupted from her crotch. She'd never squirted before. But then again, she'd never had an orgasm like that before either.

When she finally stopped cumming, Laurel Lance laid sprawled on the cold, marble floor, panting and writhing.

"That was quite the show Miss Lance."

Laurel glared at Chase from the floor.

"From now on, you work for me. You are publicly going to be my personal legal council. Privately, you are going to be my obedient ****. Do you understand?"

Laurel nodded.

"That won't do. When I ask you a question, you will answer it truthfully and completely. And you will address me as Master. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Good. Now for that attitude. Outwardly, you are going to give the appearance of loving everything you do in my service. You will be pleasant and respectful when you speak and act. And you will be enthusiastic during sex. Any time we fuck, you are going to try to give me the best lay of my life. Inside, I don't give a fuck how much you hate it. In fact, I want you to hate every second of it. Do you understand?"

Laurel recoiled in her mind as she felt a large smile crack her face. She hated Adrian Chase for what he was doing to her. She wanted to tear his head off. But instead, she heard a chipper voice escape her lips. "Yes Master!"