Punish her

“Veronica?”

“Your wish is my command.”

“Very good.” He grins. “Now, Veronica, tell me about yourself. What do you like sexually?”

Steven wanted to get straight to the point. He wanted to know what she wanted, and, by extension, what she didn’t want.

“I like to be on top. I like to be in charge.”

“I see.” He smiled. “What else?”

“I hate giving blowjobs, it’s so demeaning. And I hate anal.”

“Good to know. Do I turn you on, Veronica?”

“Fuck no, you little creep. You make my life hell. You robbed me of my promotion.”

He chuckled. “Good. You hate me. But from now on, I turn you on. You can’t think of anything else but fucking me when we’re in the same room.”

A flush spread on Veronica’s cheeks. Steven slid his hand between her legs and up the inside of her thigh. He wanted proof that his suggestion had taken hold. Sure enough, he could feel her starting to get wet.

“Bend over, Veronica.”

Immediately she complied, bending over the desk, presenting herself to be mounted. Steven wiped his hand on her skirt before pulling it up around her waist. He was happy to see a thong bisecting her ass, presenting her cheeks to him perfectly. He wanted to spank her very badly, but he worried about the sound. Perhaps he’d have her come over to his house one night for dinner. He was sure she’d hate being not only subservient to him but to his wife. Steven took out his cock and began sliding it up and down Veronica’s slit. She shivered as he did, and he knew it was half out of pleasure and half out of hate.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“My girlfriend.” There’s venom on her lips. This is news to Steven, and she’s angry at being forced to out herself.

“Oh? How does a lesbian know she doesn’t like anal?”

“I’m bi you moron.”

Of course, the bisexuals. Even hotter. “Just another word for slut. You know what, Veronica? Now you really are a slut. Any comment about your body is a compliment. Won’t that make going to work better? And if anyone touches you, you have to let them. You don’t have to like it, but you have to let them.”

“Fu–uck you.”

Steven could see how heavily she was breathing now. He was rewriting her brain. He knew the partner she worked most closely with was handsy, and this would assuredly be a marked change in their working relationship.

“Are you on the pill?”

“No, why would I need that with a girlfriend?”

“You…” He paused. Did he want Veronica in danger of getting knocked up?