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As he holds me by my leash smiling...that glint flashes in his eyes again and I know that flash....his smile grows and so does his cock...he tells me he loves the leash... attached to? " Nipple piercings, maybe?" I shake my head and say "just my clamps." He sucks air in his mouth as if he just ate something hot and spicy. I try to regain his composer and ask him about the job... "Tsk..tsk..tsk" " we will discuss all of that, AFTER I've inspected my hire." Hard tug on the leash, a moan comes from me..."shit" I think in my head. He knows exactly what he has achieved and pulls me over so he can sit in his desk chair. I go through his inspection..." Please turn around facing the wall, and bend down placing your hands on your boot...or palms on the floor." I do as I'm told...he stands and walks right to my ass, grabs my hips and pulls on my hips so my ass is now on his cock, he maneuvers us in small circles.i can feel his cock inbetween my ass cheeks, he's throbbing through both layers of our clothing..."mmmmm yes, that's fucking beautiful" smacks my ass hard. I try my best not to let myself get sexual charged...I need to stay professional with this man..he lays his chest down on my back, my hands still on my boots...and he slides both his hands up my curves..to my tits and tries to get under my corset...but my corset is so extremely tight...he can't...I am soooo thankful I love to feel pain and my corset gives me just enough pain the entire time I wear it...it grounds me...."ooh...hoo...hoo...so you like shit tight, do you?" "Yes, very much so.". He grabs my hair and pulls my body upright, and slams me against his body... "Yes, what?" He's looking down into my eyes and I totally forgot that the entire time I'm here he is to be referred to as Sir..it's in the fucking contract...shit....so I clear my throat, bite my lip and correct myself "Yes, Sir" as soon as I say this it's like a switch goes off and I watched it...I watched the expression on his face change... his eyes changed...he changed....he pulls me to the desk and throws me face down onto it.....he kicks my legs apart with his legs....I can hear a low deep growl coming from his chest...his hands are all over me...and I know that this can't happen...so as soon as I hear him unbuckle his suit pants...I stand up still leaning on the desk and I say in my firm voice..."Jacob, I'm not a prostitute....I'm here for the bdsm event, remember sugar?" And all of a sudden he's laughing, like a crazy person...so I'm just a small amount of worried..but I still keep my cool bc I have a job to do...I slowly turn around and face him...I take my leash from him and grab my bag and head out the door...as soon as I'm on the other side of the closed door, he stops laughing...I just book it down the 3 flights of winedy stairs and get to the room I'm suppose to be in...I must have looked really flushed bc I was almost to the room when Jack stopped me and asked me what was wrong...I said nothing and headed into the room...my fucking night hasn't even started yet and I'm really worried about the other Dom's this guy hired..
To be continued
