You tell her anal

You want to degrade her. To truly own this moment. You grab her by the hair, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to command her attention. She looks up at you, her lips swollen, her eyes wide with lust.

"A dollar raise, huh?" you say, your voice a low growl. "I can do better than that. Turn over."

Her breath hitches. She knows what you mean. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face. She complies, moving with the grace of a predator, positioning herself on all fours on the pristine white sheets, her perfect ass presented to you like an offering. You see the goosebumps rise on her skin.

You take your time, your cock hard and heavy in your hand. You kneel behind her, running a finger down her spine, watching her shiver. You grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto her tight, puckered hole. The sight is obscene, perfect.

"Please, boss," she whispers, pushing back against you. "Show me how to earn it."

A slow, deliberate smile touches your lips. You want to savor this. The control, the power, the willing submission. You don't rush. You trace your slick thumb around her tight rim, feeling the muscle clench and then relax under your touch, an involuntary, honest reaction.

"Not so fast," you murmur, your voice low and calm. You press the tip of your thumb against her entrance, a small, insistent pressure that makes her gasp. "You wanted a raise. This is your performance review. And I'm a very thorough reviewer."

Her back arches, a silent plea written in the curve of her spine. You hold her there, on that precipice, the pad of your thumb resting against her, a promise of what's to come. You reach around with your other hand, your fingers finding her clit. She's swollen, slick, and utterly ready for you.

"Oh, god," she breathes out, the words catching. "Please..."

You begin to circle her clit with your fingertips, a slow, maddening rhythm that has nothing to do with relief and everything to do with building tension. At the same time, you press your thumb a fraction of an inch deeper, breaching the first tight ring of muscle. Her whimper is a beautiful, broken thing. You feel her trying to push back, to take more of you, to hasten the pace. You withdraw your thumb, just enough to leave her wanting.

"I decide when," you state, the words firm and absolute. "You wanted to earn this. So earn it. Tell me what you want."

Her breath is ragged. "You," she gasps out, her voice strained. "I want you there. In my ass. I want to be your little slut, boss. I want to feel you fill me up where no one else does."

"Good girl," you praise, the words a dark caress. You reward her by pressing your thumb back in, deeper this time, to the first knuckle. You start a slow, shallow rhythm, your thumb fucking her ass as your fingers continue their dance on her clit.

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