told him the truth

She took a deep breath, and then began to tell him about the incident. And explained to him that Phillip had made her parents an actually good offer, but through legal loopholes, Phillip had twisted the contract so that her parents now owed him a lot of money. Phillip increased the pressure and then came up with a proposal, which she went for. At first, she didn't care, but the longer she worked for Carl, the more uncomfortable she became with it. But she was always afraid to tell Carl, so when she was done, she couldn't hold back her tears and now sat crying in front of him.

She had told him the truth, and it was also conclusive. He himself probably would not have acted differently if he had been in the situation. He preferred not to punish Velvet for it either, after all, she was doing a good job, and the philandering was a nice bonus. Carl hoped, of course, that if he solved her problem, she would continue to work for him, and if in doubt, he still had the app.

And he would probably need help if he continued to expand, whether professionally or personally.

"I'll take care of your parents' farm. You can consider that done. So, where do you want to go from here? Do you want to keep working for me, or do you want to do something else? "Carl questioned.

She sat in the chair and calmed down again, she even had to smile when she heard that. Actually, she could hardly believe her luck. After all, Carl had helped her get this well-paid job, and now he was taking care of her family's problem.

"I would like to work for you, as before!" She said determinedly with a smile that would probably make anyone melt.

"So you want to move in with me too? I think you'd be an asset to the house. That being said, I hope last night wasn't the last time, you've got some real talent," he said with a meaningful look on his face. She immediately jumped at it and stood behind him, hugging him from behind.

"Why wait? We might as well pick up where we left off." She breathed into his ear and nibbled.

He let her do it, and she wandered her hands towards his pants. As she was about to unzip his pants, he held her hands tightly.

"You're a dirty little one, but we both know this isn't going to go normally."

She nodded and walked back around the chair before kneeling in front of him.

"Can I suck your cock, Master?"

She asked in a softly pleading voice.

He couldn't say no to that, and she immediately set to work.

While she sucked his cock, he tells her he could get used to it and continued to moan to himself. She only spurred this on even more and put even more vigor into her blowjob. It also doesn't take very long until she had him ready, and he was spurting his cum into her mouth. He didn't take long and ordered her to lie down on the table. As soon as she was lying down, he pulled up her skirt and found that she had panties on that were already dripping wet. He literally ripped the panties off her body and told her she was naughty before putting the panties in her mouth. Before he started licking her, he also said that she should stop wearing panties if she continued to work for him.

She promised him never to wear underwear again. And he licked and fingered her to seventh heaven, always careful not to let her come, he wanted her to come from his cock. She begged him, through the panties, after the third, near orgasm, to finally fuck her, and he did her the favor. He took her as she lay in front of him, caressing her nipples. He fucked her from one orgasm to the next until he blew another load into her cunt. She obliged with a long-drawn-out moan as he pulled his cock out of her. During one of her orgasms she must have been squirting because the whole floor was wet. He took the panties back out of her mouth as she continued to gasp.

"You're not only dirty and sweet, but submissive as well."

"Thank you, ..., Master. Use me as you please," she gave him in reply, still exhausted.

"Watch your mouth, I'll take your word for it," he replied.

She just smiles at him, and he wasn't sure if she meant it until he read her mind and realized she meant it she wanted it and not just sexually.

"But if that's what you want," he said as he got up and went to the closet. From it, he took out a collar, which he put on the table next to her.

"So if that's what you really want, you'll have to wear this. You will still be my secretary but with additional rules and duties, of course you will also get some rights. You won't get out, though, unless I allow it!" He told her emphatically and gave her the choice. The only question now was whether she would really accept it or not. Because wishing for it and having it were two entirely different pairs of shoes, and she knew that.