I show her who's boss

“Look around, Miss Miller.” I'm not proud of what I'm thinking, but clearly the idea of a powerful man taking a **** beauty as she splutters and pleads for mercy is what excited my beautiful tenant, and I would be less than honest if I tried to deny that it appealed to me too. “There's no one coming to save you this time.”

“Please, Sir.” Alison doesn't need any more prompting then that as she slowly inches away, “Don't do this!” I close the gap between us with one long stride and grab her wrist to keep her from escaping.

“Do what?” I chuckle wickedly, as I step even closer invading her space in a way that makes her squirm. “What do you think a man like me might do to a sweet little thing like you?”

“Stop it.” Her whisper is barely audible, but I find it sexier than the most explicit dirty language on any of the porn I watch on-line. Her half-hearted attempt to free her wrist is almost laughable, although even if she were really trying, I have no doubt that I am easily strong enough to hold her as long as I like. She seems to realize how futile her efforts were and changes tactics. “I'll scream!” As empty as the building seems to be, I could probably let her yell her fool head off, but the last thing I wanted was to have some eager-beaver security guard interrupt what appears to be a sexual ****. Instead I grab her around the throat and squeeze my fingers stopping her protest and making her eyes open in shock and excitement.

“I think, Miss Miller, I have a much better use for your pretty mouth.” My lips claim hers roughly, and when her lips open to protest, I take advantage of the gap between her teeth to slip my tongue into the warmth of her mouth. My **** secretary moans softly and her struggles abate as I plunder her mouth without mercy. With my hands no longer needed to hold her they are free to pull up her skirt. The bare skin I find where the elastic band of the stockings end makes the money I spent on the sheer silk seem like a bargain.

It is not until my hands grab her bare ass cheeks that Alison remembers the role she is supposed to be playing. She pulls her mouth away from mine and she twists in my grip and her small fists pound against my chest. I don't know if is intentional or not, but the way her pelvis grinds against my hips and her hands pound on my chest is making me want her even more.

“Stop it, Sir!” She whispers fiercely, “You can't, I'm not going to let you do this!” Her feeble protest just makes me smile as does her gasp of surprise when I spin her around so she is pressed against the polished wooden desk.

“That's right, Miss Miller.” I growl as my hands move up to cup her tits, “I don't want you to let me take you, I want you to do your best to stop me.” I hold her like that enjoying the way her ass feels as it wiggles against my cock, before getting a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back. “Are you really a virgin?” I ask, “How could a hot piece of ass like you still be cherry?”

“Yes I'm a good Christian, please Mr. Patterson, that's why you can't do this!”

“Oh no, Miss Miller.” I correct her with a cruel laugh, “That's why I'm definitely going through with this!” My crude threat brings on another round of struggling, and by the time she finally runs out of energy we are both on the floor with her on her hands and knees and me right behind her.

“Oh God, no!” This is not how it goes down in the Harlequin that Alison picked out, but by this point neither of us cares. Alison might still be protesting weakly and pleading with me to stop, but when my cock pushes against her lips from behind she spreads her legs a little wider and the juices dripping from her pussy lubricates my entry. “Please don't, I'm begging you ... please I'll be -aaaiighhh!” Her cry of pain as I plunge into her slick passage is completely faked, but her pussy is as tight as it was last week, and the way she whimpers as I pull out and plunge back into her almost makes me almost believe I've actually popped her cherry.

“Take it!” I grunt as I slam into her again. “Take my cock, you tight little slut. By the time I'm done stretching you out, you'll be ready for any man who wants to use your sweet little ass.” It's a little bit cruel, but something inside me is pretty certain that Alison really wants to be used like this. If not, I have all night long to make it up to her.