3 comments/ 18340 views/ 9 favorites Jenna Claims Sam Ch. 01 By: Xvirgin The intercom on Sam's phone buzzed, immediately followed by Jenna's stern voice barking, "Sam. In my office. NOW!" Sam gulped as his heart sank in fear of his boss' harsh words. But he found his deep and commanding voice at the ready, as he pushed the button and replied, "Yes, Jenna. I will be right there." He straightened his tie, made a half-hearted attempt at running his fingers through his medium-length brown hair, and fearfully made his way down the hall. Jenna was 18 years his senior, though she still exuded immense sexual heat. She was 5'7", dark brown hair and eyes, long, muscular legs, and C-cups that almost always demanded to be noticed through her professional attire. Sam had many a-time imagined bringing Jenna to his office and forcing her over his desk, hiking her just-too-short skirt above her waist, ripping her panties off, and thrusting his 9" cock deep into her repeatedly until she came under him. And he often held this vision in his head as he was doing similar acts to many of the female office staff. The females Sam commanded in his office were always willing to comply, as he stood a healthy 6'1", rock solid, shaved chest, and trimmed nether regions. But this was not one of those times. This was Sam going to Jenna's office. And she sounded pissed. Really pissed. Sam tried to redirect his thoughts about what could've set Jenna off, but he came up empty. And try as he might, he could not keep his mind from wondering what she was wearing today. He knocked firmly but softly on her door, and heard the abrupt, "Enter!" come from within. He opened Jenna's door and closed it behind him, noticing Jenna standing to the right of her desk, facing him, a stern look upon her face. Sam quickly took in her full appearance. He hoped she didn't notice. She wore a too-short-but-not-inappropriate straight black skirt, black stockings, 4" black heels. At the top was a white button-down blouse, crisp, with the top two buttons undone. Also, not inappropriate; however, Sam could make out what appeared to be a black bra underneath. He felt his cock stir and willed it to not make a showing at this meeting. Sam's glance at Jenna took less than a second, and it simultaneously occurred with her ordering him to "Sit!", motioning to the chair in front of her desk. Sam strode across her office and deposited himself in her chair, both internally arguing with his non-listening cock and wondering what Jenna's problem was. They were in the same advertising firm, and Sam was heading up the large beer account, getting ready for the Super Bowl roll-out. He was very proud of this campaign, and he knew it was in the bag. So that couldn't be her problem. In fact, the more he considered the campaign and his pride, the less his cock responded and the more cocky he became. There was nothing to set Jenna off; therefore, no need to be fearful. He was very detailed at his job, which is why he was in line to become partner. He glanced up at Jenna with confidence and looked unfearingly into her eyes. She glared down at him. "Anything go wrong in the mock-ups, Sam?" an eyebrow raised. "No," came the immediate answer. So THIS was it? he wondered. Absolutely nothing to fear. He went over them and knew them solidly. Was she just testing his convictions in order to determine if she were going to vote for him as partner? Jenna was the youngest ever-female or male-to become partner in the firm, and she would be voting soon on the next candidate. "Really," eyebrow still raised. "Y-yes," Sam said, trying to retain his conviction but getting an increasing sense of trepidation at her firmness. She appeared to know something he didn't, and that made him very uneasy. "Take a look at the storyboard in front of you, Sam," she hissed, pointing to the layout on her desk. He immediately leaned forward and scanned the familiar ad. He saw nothing wrong with it. "Do you see a problem with it, Sam?" she asked, nearly spitting out his name. Sitting back in his chair, looking up at her, he licked his lips and replied, "No, Jenna," hoping his voice sounded like hers. "Really." She paused, watching him squirm in his seat, before revealing the flaw. "How do you spell beer, Sam?" "B-E-E-R", he replied quickly, pulse racing. Fuck, I know there's nothing wrong! Is there? He dared not look again, but Jenna pointed to the storyboard, demanding his eyes follow her finger. "And how is it spelled here, Sam?" The way she kept emphasizing his name was unnerving. It was like she were scolding a child. He could feel his blood start to boil with rage-how dare she talk to him this way? But then he focused on the storyboard, and there, in four-color print, was the word "bear" instead of "beer". How in the fuck could this have happened?! "I asked you a question, Sam," Jenna interrupted his thoughts, fingers drumming against her tight thighs. Sam pried his eyes from the error and managed to look into Jenna's while stammering, "I-I-I don't know, Jenna." "You don't KNOW? What are you, ten, Sam? How could you possibly not KNOW?" Sam gulped. "Matt was supposed to do the final check..." "Is Matt up for partner, Sam?" "N-no, Jenna. It's my fault. I take full responsibility." Shit, this is bad. At this admittance, Jenna took a step to the left to sit her luscious ass on the corner of her desk, which gave Sam the instant information that garters were holding up her stockings. Fuck, thought Sam, how is it that I can be aroused right now?? Removing the harshness from her voice and being almost soothing, Jenna asks, "I hear you're up for partner, Sam?" Hearing his name come sliding out of her mouth and not hissed made Sam's cock throb. Sam, now on edge sexually as well as panicked professionally, strains to maintain control of his voice, "I am, Jenna. You know that." "So I do, Sam. So I do." Pause. Sam's cock throbs again in the deafness. Was Jenna just staring at my cock?? "And an error like this, Sam, could get you removed from consideration, no?" looking into his eyes fixedly. "Um, yeah, it could, Jenna," Sam replies. Fuck, I have no idea what's happening here. "IF the committee sees this error, that is." Pause. Throb. Pulse quickening. "Let me assure you, Sam, that I am the only one who has seen this error," eyes still blazing in his. She's the only one? How did she find out? How come she didn't tell everyone else? Wait, so there's still hope I can be partner?? I'm so confused. Sam looks questioningly up into Jenna's eyes. "Do you want anyone else to see this error, Sam?" her eyes narrowing a bit. His cock throbs twice quickly. Fuck! How can she work his cock like this without even touching him?? "N-no, Jenna. I don't." "I can make that happen, Sam." Pause. Throb. "Do you want me to make it so? Do you want me to erase your mistake, Sam?" Without thinking, Sam replies, "Oh god, yes, Jenna. Please, if you could do that, I would be eternally grateful." Jenna immediately laughs wickedly, catching Sam completely off-guard and a bit wary; but nonetheless has his cock aching badly. Sam watches her. Seeing her throat vibrating up and down, he wonders what it would feel like to ram his cock down that lovely vibration. FUCK! I canNOT be thinking these things! Not now! He knows it's no use to try and talk to his cock, so he does his utmost to think of other things. "Would you, now. How very interesting. Very interesting, indeed. I was so hoping you'd say that, Sam. Because I have every intention of erasing this mistake. BUT," again, pausing for effect, blatantly staring at Sam's cock, knowing it has stirred several times in the past several seconds, "...you will have to do something for me, Sam." Sam, willing to do anything but unable to speak, simply nods. Jenna rises from the desk, slowly saunters around it and pulls open a drawer. Sam, on edge, can do nothing but watch and wonder. "Sam, if you agree to my erasing your horrific error, then you will become mine," she says, as she removes a collar and leash from her drawer. Sam swallows, watches, saying nothing. Jenna slowly moves back to her position on the edge of the desk, this time hiking her skirt up a bit, to show Sam her garters reach all the way to the bottom of her black lace panties. She places the collar and leash on the desk to her left. She looks back to Sam's growing tent, licks her lips, then slowly drags her eyes to Sam's. "Do you understand, Sam?" "Y-yes, Jenna," comes his husky reply. "Before you accept, you should know the terms. You will come to my office to service me whenever I see fit. You will do as I say and nothing more. You will be MY slave, Sam, just like what you do to the office girls." Fuck! How does she know about that?! "And you will call me, 'Miss', while you're in here in that capacity, Sam. Do you understand what I've said?" Sam gulps a breath of air, opens his mouth to speak but is unable to make a sound. He instead nods helplessly. With rapidity, Jenna leans forward to slap Sam across the cheek; not overly hard but not at all softly. "I asked you a question, Sam. And you will provide oral answers. Do not make me ask again." The slap stinging his cheek somehow makes his vocal cords work, and he immediately says, "Yes, Jenna. I do understand." Jenna swiftly slaps the other cheek with the same intensity. Fuck, what did I do?! "What did I tell you to call me, Sam?" Oh, fuck. "Yes, Miss. I do understand," Sam replies while wincing, expecting yet another slap. Despite the stings, he finds her actions even more alluring, and he can no longer control the tent that has formed in his crotch. And he is so twisted inside-him, usually in the slapping position, not the receiving position; never considering the flipside, but now finding himself in it, is highly and oddly aroused. Jenna sees her effects and smiles sinisterly. "Mmmmm, so you like being slapped, hmm, Sam? I thought you might." Jenna pauses as she sighs deeply, staring hungrily at his tented cock. "IF you do fully understand and accept these terms, then put on this collar and leash as a type of signature," she gestures to the items on her desk. ...to be continued soon! Jenna Claims Sam Ch. 02 As if in a trance, Sam leans forward to pick up the collar and put it around his neck. "That is a very good boy," Jenna drips, "you are now mine. And your purpose here is to serve my needs, in punishment of your own actions. However, I think you will be much more comfortable if you take off your tie first. And I am dying to see that chest of yours. So unbutton your shirt for me before you put that collar on." Sam sets the collar in his lap, careful to avoid the tent, removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt, while gazing into Jenna's eyes. He is unsure about taking off the shirt. Normally, he would just remove it and get it out of the way, but he does not want to make Miss angry, and she only said to unbutton it. So he opts to leave the unbuttoned shirt on. He leans back a bit, but still on edge, waiting. "Oooh, what a good and compliant boy I have," Jenna purrs. And Sam melts as if those vibrations went directly from her mouth to his cock. Why am I reacting like this? *I* am usually the one giving the orders. I am NOT a sub! What the fuck?!?! Jenna reaches blindly for the leash and hands it to Sam, while staring into his eyes. He willingly takes it, fingers brushing lightly against the back of her hand, immediately causing electric sparks to fly, and clasps the leash to his collar. What the FUCK am I doing?! "Oh, Sam, I am sooo pleased with your decision," Jenna says while rising. She takes a step toward Sam and places her hands flat against his shoulders under his shirt. "I've been dying to feel this chest for a very long time. You certainly do not make many errors. I've been hunting, waiting so impatiently for one," she says while walking around behind him, running her fingers and hands down the length of his chest and stomach and back up, "And I know this one is purely a fluke...but an error nonetheless. Mmmmm, you feel very good, Sam." As Jenna walks behind him and touches him more, Sam leans back in his chair, putting his head back so he can look up at her, moving his head as she circles around him. Fuck, she is so erotic. I am so fucking hard right now, and she's only touched my chest! Jenna walks around the far side of the chair, dragging a hand across Sam's chest as she walks. She stops in front of him, her legs in between his, but not touching. She looks down at him with lust and whispers, "Are your nipples sensitive, Sam?" "N-no, Miss," he is barely audible, but glad he remembered to call her Miss. "Mmm hmm, we'll see about that, shall we?" as she snakes a hand under his shirt on his right shoulder, and gently swipes it off, while flattening her tongue over the entire nipple area. She licks three strokes, then retracts her tongue and blows cool air over his nipple. It instantly hardens. "How about that?" Sam can barely keep his ass in his chair. He so badly wants to grab her, toss her over her own desk and fuck her from behind. But he knows he cannot do that. And this knowledge keeps him grounded. He looks into Jenna's eyes, willing his voice to remain steady, "Th-that feels good, Miss." Jenna leans back down to Sam's right nipple, her mouth over it but not touching, blowing warm air onto it. She glances wickedly up at Sam, holding his gaze as she bares her teeth and slowly sinks her front teeth into his nipple. Pain washes across Sam's face as her teeth descend. As the pain subsides, immense heat floods through his veins, ending with pulsating in the tip of his cock. His low and gutteral moan is mixed with pain and pleasure. Seeing his grimace, Jenna, still holding the nipple in her teeth, runs the tip of her tongue over its front, providing a soothing balm to the sting. Sam's synapses go wild. Many women have asked about his nipples, and all but one have left them alone after he's indicated no sensitivity. He honestly didn't think they WERE sensitive. He looks down into Jenna's eyes, completely giving himself to her. And he notices that his left nipple suddenly feels left out. Am I yearning for her to cause me pain?! FUCK! Jenna releases Sam's nipple and stands up. She grabs his leash in her right hand and tugs, pulling his body closer to hers. The jerk against the back of his neck is painful yet exhilarating. With her left hand, she pushes gently back against his forehead, so his head is back. She leans over his face, looking at his mouth. "Mmmm, you make me so wet!" God, I just want to grab her and make her mine NOW! Is this what I do to women? The strain is nearly unbearable, but he forces himself to remain lax, anxiously awaiting her next move. His lips almost trembling, wanting so badly to feel her tongue on his. Jenna slowly sticks out her tongue. She whispers, "Keep still," as a warning. That warning sends pinpricks all over his body. She touches the tip of her tongue to the left side of his mouth, and drags it upwards, circling his upper lip, reaching the other corner, then dragging it lower to her right, coming back to a full circle. Then she flattens her tongue against that corner and drags the entire tongue over his full mouth. Sam cannot help himself as his lips involuntarily part; wanting, needing to touch her tongue with his. At his lips parting, Jenna rises, frowning down. "I warned you." Oh no. She turns her back to him, facing the desk. She lowers herself over the desk, stomach-side down. She reaches to the other end of the desk and pulls herself forward, her legs long and straight behind her, resting on Sam's legs. Sam's body aching to relieve itself of the confines of his pants, as the tent rises even higher. His arms at the sides of the chair wanting to touch her legs, now grabbing the sides in an extreme effort to remain planted. His mind barely comprehending her threatening words. Jenna pulls open the right-side desk drawer and removes a riding crop. Placing it in her teeth, she uses her arms to push her body back down to Sam. Turning to face him, her legs now back down on the floor between his, she reaches up with her right hand to take the crop out of her mouth. She pulls slowly, tongue out, as Sam watches the rod glide over that tongue, wishing it were his cock instead. Crop now firmly in her right hand, Jenna smacks it against the palm of her left hand. Staring at Sam, she asks evenly, "What did you do wrong, Sam?" Gulping, not having enough strength to remain seated and talk, but knowing he must, he struggles to form words. "Um-I-Miss, I'm sorry," he satisfactorily gets out, "I negligently parted my lips as you were licking them. Miss," he adds again in a desperate attempt to please her. "That's right, my good boy," she says while patting the crop on his well-groomed head. Sam sighs deeply and his pulse slows, thinking he has succeeded in staving off punishment with the new menacing toy. Just as he exhales and relaxes a bit, Jenna quickly smacks the crop against his neglected left nipple, causing an immediate sting to spread through his body. "OW!" then he quickly sucks in his utterance, lest he get smacked again for speaking out of turn. Jenna gazes down at him, watching the effect of her smack. She smiles. "I didn't know if this was going to come out today or not, Sam. I suppose since you've only been a dom, there is going to be a necessary learning curve. But you are a smart boy, no?" He looks up at her, unsure whether he's supposed to answer. He is unnerved by how much joy his body feels when she praises him. Quickly assessing the time lapse, he says, "Yes, Miss," but cringes just in case he made the wrong move. Jenna smiles down at him. "Yes, that's good, Sam. You were asked a question. Very good," she says while rubbing the crop against the injured nipple, pushing away the pain. She leans down, puts her left hand to his chin and lifts his head back. She kisses him chastely on the mouth several times, as if daring him to part his lips again. Parting his lips is all Sam wants to do, but as he IS a smart boy, he keeps them softly together. The strain in his pants becoming nearly unbearable. Unable to do anything to relieve himself. Almost as if she heard his thoughts, Jenna straightens up and glances down at his massive tent. She raises her eyes to his and asks, "Do you need some relief, Sam?" an eyebrow raised. Fuck! This is a trick question. How do I answer it?! "That would be nice, Miss," hoping that is the right answer. The crop smacks against his right nipple. Jenna frowns. Fuck, wrong answer! Sam winces in pain. "Are you trying to be flip, Sam?" "N-no, Miss," he says, so confused. "Not at all." Rubbing the crop over the nipple to remove the sting, Jenna instructs, "It required a simple yes or no answer, Sam. Try again," she says, raising the crop to strike again, waiting for his answer. Sam sighs deeply, as if desperately trying to gain strength from the air, and says, "Yes, Miss," cock throbbing. Jenna lowers the crop, satisifed with the answer. Sam breathes easier. Jenna sinks to squat between his knees, placing the crop in her right hand, and placing that on his left thigh; left hand on his right thigh. Pushing her body forward so her mouth is less than an inch away from the tent, she looks up and whispers huskily, "Would you like me to take your cock out, slip it into my mouth, swirl my tongue all over it, and suck you in hard?" she slowly licks her lips over her mouth, and she takes the crop, handle-side up, and sucks on it in demonstration. Fuuuuuuuck! That is exactly what I want! But I know this is a trick question. "N-no, Miss," breathing deeply, chest heaving, watching her suck the imitation cock, his own cock pulsing with need. Jenna immediately stops sucking the handle, eyebrows raised. She pushes against Sam's thighs and rises, looking down at him. "No??? Are you sure???" Sam, panicked, not sure at all, but decides to stick with his initial decision. "Y-yes, Miss, I'm sure." "And why not, Sam?" she leers down at him. "Be-because I'm here to serve you for my punishment," he says, trying desperately to remember her exact words, but fearing failure. Jenna smiles broadly and places the crop on Sam's thighs, not touching his tent. She reaches up to take his face in her hands, and she bends down to hover over his mouth. "SUCH a good boy, Sam. That is VERY correct. You're mine, and you're here to serve ME. NOT the other way around. Now, give me your tongue." She touches her lips to his and pushes her tongue against the center of his mouth. Sam parts his lips and sticks out his tongue, careful not to push it into Jenna's mouth. Jenna moans around this action and sucks Sam's tongue into her mouth. While sucking in hard, she swirls her tongue around his, doing the same thing as she would with his cock. Sam picks up on the parallel and feels a drop of precum leak out. Fuuuck, I cannot believe how HOT this is! I think I would do anything she asks! Breaking the kiss but stil holding his cheeks, Jenna leans back a bit. "Ohhh, but that was just fine, Sam, just fine!" Sam beams back at her, not only proud to have done it correctly but proud she praised him. Jenna places her left hand on Sam's chest and walks around behind him, dragging her hand. From behind, she grabs under his chin and pulls his head back. Leaning over him, says with need, "kiss me, Sam." Unsure whether he can use his hands, Sam simply opens his mouth as Jenna's descends on his. His soft lips pressing against hers. His tongue juts out, pushing against her lips, demanding them to open. Unsure whether this is too much control, he braces for a blow, but is pleasantly surprised when Jenna's lips part to allow his tongue to enter. He hungrily thrusts his tongue in, searching all over her mouth, making sure to lick every crevass. He revels in the small amount of power he has been given and feels a bit smug as she moans in his mouth. Jenna pulls out of the kiss, rises and walks full circle to the front, dragging her hand as she goes. She stops back between his legs and retrieves the crop from his lap, slapping it from right hand to left palm. Oh, fuck, what now? *~ Chapter 3 Tomorrow ~* Jenna Claims Sam Ch. 03 Jenna watches the fear creep into Sam's eyes and smiles broadly. She sets the crop on her desk and watches the fear abate but not completely fade. "You're right, Sam," Jenna says, as she grabs his leash and yanks him forward. Sam lets out a small "Oof" at the tug but otherwise remains silent, watching, waiting. Playing with the leash in her fingers, Jenna says, "You are here to satisfy me. How do you propose to do that, Sam?" Sam gulps again. Fuck, why are these questions so difficult?! "I-uh-I propose to do whatever you'd like, Miss," Sam smiles snidely, thinking he's definitely got it correct this time. Jenna yanks on the leash once, causing another "Oof!" as Sam's eyes widen. "Don't bullshit me, Sam. How do YOU propose to satisfy me?" She puts her left hand threateningly over the crop on the desk. Sam sees this and, immediately realizing his error, hastens to say, "I-I-I would lick you until you came in my mouth, Miss," eyeing the hand over the crop while cringing. Jenna's hand returns to her side, and Sam's eyes fall back to hers as he sighs. She grabs his leash and pulls him closer. Sam feels his body move willingly, as if the leash were not between them. Jenna takes a step back to sit on the edge of the desk, pulling Sam's torso with her. She puts her heeled feet on either armrest of Sam's chair. Sam's eyes instantly go to her black lace panties, and he sees a dark wet spot, and he smells her sweet musky scent. He cannot help the quiet utterance, "oh god." Then he quickly glances up at her. She smiles down at him. "That's right, Sam," she purrs. "I am your god in here. And you will bow down before me accordingly." She pulls him closer to her, until his nose is within an inch of her panty-covered slit. He breathes in deeply, licking his lips involuntarily, although she cannot see them. Pulling him the remaining inch, she orders, "Lick me." As if the lock had been unhinged, Sam feels instantly free, focusing only on his power to provide Jenna pleasure and his duty to do so. He focuses all his attention on her sex as he expertly and needily services her; his tent completely disregarded for the time being. Sam licks up the base of Jenna's panty-covered slit from the bottom all the way up to the clit. Feeling her moistness ooze on his tongue through the lace sends shockwaves through his body. Hearing her moans urges him on. He licks again and again the length of her sex; her hands entangling his hair, pulling him closer. "Let me feel your tongue on my skin," she tells him firmly. Sam reaches up to push aside her sexy black panties and instantly presses his tongue against her labia. He licks up one side and down the other, her lips already puffy and wanting. She tastes so good against his tongue; her skin, her musk. He returns to licking her slit like before, but now skin-to-skin. Jenna arches her back, thrusting her hips into Sam's mouth, moaning with his licking. Her reactions giving him the power to take over, and he concentrates his tongue on her clit, flicking it, licking it, pressing his lips over it and pushing together. She cries out at his ministrations. "Yes, Sam! Make me cum in your mouth!" Her hands moving lower to the back of his neck, pulling him in, her thighs grabbing and squeezing his head, her hips bucking against his tongue. Sam speeds up, running his tongue hungrily over her clit, down her lips, pushing into her hole, and back up to repeat the entire process again and again. Each time, Jenna's grip becomes tighter. Sam fights the urge to stick a finger or two into her sopping hole. He is drunk on her pleasure but must do only as she's asked. He focuses on that clit, willing her to cum, wanting to feel her juices run down his face, wanting to lap them up. He knows she's on the edge; he can barely breathe between her thighs, yet he continues. Licking harder. He feels Jenna's body completely tense and her hips stop moving. He makes a calculated decision to use his teeth on her clit, first grazing lightly, then biting down very gently, and he is rewarded with her juices flooding out, as she digs her nails into the back of his neck and squeezes even harder with her thighs. He holds on, riding it out with her, then turns to lapping up her juices; so happy to have been able to make her cum as she asked. Being acutely aware of just how sensitive clits are after orgasm, Sam gently releases that area. He turns to plant small kisses on the skin between her sex and inner thighs. He feels her body relax back onto the desk, as she parts her thighs allowing him to breathe again, and her hands move back to the top of his head. He continues kissing her lightly, careful not to touch her sex. He anxiously awaits her praise. Jenna's heart settles back down as her body relaxes after a mind-blowing orgasm. "Hmmm. The rumors are quite true, then." She pushes Sam back and points to the chair, where he obligingly returns, eyes on her. Not daring to ask what the rumors are. She continues, "I have heard you know your way around a woman's cunt, Sam." He looks into her eyes, smiling but trying to be modest; still not speaking. She smiles back at him. "You do, indeed. That was very good, Sam. Very good." He beams at her, but his smile fades as he sees her smile leave her eyes. Fuuuck! *~ Chapter 4 Tomorrow ~* Jenna Claims Sam Ch. 04 "Do you eat the girls you order into your office, Sam?" There's that tone again! Fuck! "Y-yes, Miss." "Do you order them to suck your cock, Sam?" "Yes, Miss." Where is she going with this? And how the fuck does she know?! "I won't have you stop what you do in your office, Sam. You are free to order your girls about and be their dom..." Sam breathes slowly, not even considering he couldn't, but glad he's allowed. "...but you're not to eat out anyone else's pussy except mine from now on, Sam. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss." "That tongue is mine and is for my cunt only. Say it." "My tongue is yours and for your cunt only," he says happily. He could eat her out any day, with her delicious taste, her demanding words and her delectable squeezes. As he thinks about this, he becomes fully aware again of his own tent problem; his cock desperately trying to emerge and get into the action. "Good boy!" she smiles at him. He smiles back. Pleased. She stands up and lifts the crop. Oh, god. Jenna walks around the desk to put it back in her drawer. Oh, thank god! Although...Sam disturbingly finds himself a bit saddened in addition to relieved at the crop being put away. This cannot be happening to me. She slinks back to stand between his legs. Sam watches her every move with bated breath. "I've also heard wonderful things about what you've got inside your tent, Sam. How big are you?" Incredibly, Sam finds himself blushing, as he says, "Nine inches, Miss." She raises her eyebrows. "Don't fuck with me, Sam, for I will soon see for myself. Do you want a chance to answer differently?" "No, Miss. I am nine inches hard," Sam reiterates, feeling 19 inches right now, and hoping she takes it out soon to see for herself. Jenna involuntarily licks her lips, causing Sam's cock to achingly throb, wanting so desperately to ram his cock in that mouth of hers. Why have I willingly sat here?! I am not bound. There is absolutely nothing preventing me from taking this woman! He takes a moment to revel in his excitement of being taken and ordered by this very powerful and very sexy woman. She snaps him back to reality as she orders, "Show me your cock, Sam." His eyes flit up to hers; hers filled with expectation and desire. Holding her eyes, he reaches his hands up to unbuckle his buckle, letting it fall open to the sides. He unzips his pants. He reaches a hand into his boxers and pulls out his cock, holding it with his right hand at its base, proudly showing Jenna his full nine inches of solid, uncut muscle. "Oh my!" she murmurs, licking her lips. Collecting herself, "Do you want to feel that cock inside my pussy walls?" "Oh god yes, Miss," he says without moving a muscle, save for a twitch. His eyes still locked on hers, which are still on his cock. He smiles slightly at her reaction. "Do you think you've been good enough to deserve such a prize as my cunt on your cock?" slowly dragging her eyes away from his cock into his eyes. Fuuuuck. His face flushed with desire, struggling to find the proper answer; so relieved to have his cock out in the open. "N-no, Miss." "No?" "No, Miss." "Why don't you think so?" Sam sighs deeply before answering, grateful for the release of the tent or he would not be able to formulate the long answer, "Because I allowed a very bad error to slip by my authority, and had you not caught it, it would have caused shame to the company. I still need to be punished for my actions, Miss," he says, hoping this is the right answer. He doesn't know how much more he can handle. "Hmmm. That is very true what you say, Sam. Very true. However, you have been punished today, and you will continue to be punished in the future. And you have been a very good boy today as well." Sam beams. "I am not evil, Sam." "No, Miss," he says before realizing that it wasn't a question. She smiles. "I recognize a good effort, and I am a firm believer that good efforts should be praised. Aren't you, Sam?" "Y-yes, Miss." Fuuuck. Jenna puts her knees on the chair on either side of Sam, straddling him. She reaches upwards to pull her panties to one side, as she grabs the base of Sam's cock in the other. She lowers her hips so that the tip of his straining cock is less than a half-inch from her pussy opening. So close that he can feel her heat on his cock. She looks down at him. "Do you want your cock inside me, Sam?" "Uhhhnnn, yes, Miss. Badly, Miss." Jenna uses his cock like a dildo, rubbing it slowly up and down her slick slit; all the while looking down at Sam in domination. Sam, unable to do anything but take it, braces his body to be still. Jenna sees this determination and pushes his cockhead to her clit, rubbing it back and forth in circles. Sam closes his eyes tightly against the sight. "Open your eyes and look at me," Jenna demands. Sam forces his eyes to open. Jenna smiles wickedly down as she moves Sam's cock like a joystick to her opening. Holding it in place, Jenna slowly lowers herself to touch the very tip of it. Keeping very still to make sure it doesn't go in, she asks, "Are you sure you want your cock deep inside my pussy, Sam?" Sweat starts to form on Sam's forehead from the strain of preventing himself from forcing his cock up into her, of keeping his eyes on hers, and of answering-his words coming out in grunting staccato, "Fuck. Yes. Miss." Without warning or hesitation, Jenna sinks her sex down onto Sam's hard and throbbing cock. With her hole drippingly wet, he glides in easily without friction. She slams down hard, her ass against his thighs. "Ohhhh, fuuuck," he can't even help from uttering. Jenna smiles down at him, lets go of his base and leans forward to grab the armrests. She bounces up and down on his cock. First slowly, then picking up speed as she goes. Her C-cups bouncing with her, still concealed in her buttoned-up blouse, nonetheless putting on a show for Sam, as he takes everything in. He wants to see her breasts bare, but that thought is only a small blip in the periphery of his mind. With all the teasing, the tight confines of the tent, Jenna's utter and total domination-ending with her taking him without even removing her clothes, he knows he cannot hold on much longer. He can already feel himself building. With his arms hanging off the chair at his sides, doing nothing but swaying with her thrusts, he watches this incredibly sexy woman have her way with him. Mouth open, slack, breathing raspily. "Do you like this, Sam?" "Unnnnnhhhh, fuck yes, Miss." She smiles and quickens the pace, feeling him close to the edge. "You know you can't cum until I tell you you can, right, Sam?" Fuuuuuck! Is she serious?! He looks helplessly at her. She takes her right hand from the armrest and slaps his face firmly, causing it to be felt but not to sting. Jenna continues stroking his cock with her pussy. Sam takes the slap, trying to focus on his mistake. Then, realizing it, he murmurs meekly, "I honestly don't know that I can, Miss." She slaps his other cheek the same way. Sam moans. "You will do as I say and nothing more. THAT was our agreement! Do you remember agreeing to that, Sam?" she says while stopping on an upward pull, his tip nearly out of the warm, wet confines of her pussy. Fuuuuck. "Y-y-yes, Miss." "Yes, WHAT, Sam?" "Yes, I remember it, and I won't cum until you let me, Miss," he says, hoping he can do as he just promised. "Good boy," she purrs, while slamming her ass back down, his cock once again fully enveloped in that warm safe haven. Jenna slowly lifts up again and pauses, and he looks up at her. He starts to raise an eyebrow in question, when she slams back down again. Jenna does this slow tease thrusting a bit more before she increases her speed. He can feel himself nearing the edge. He's never had to hold back before. He has been the one in charge. Fuck, he's prevented girls from cumming! He looks up at her and softly says, "Oh god." "Do you need to cum, Sam?" "Yes, Miss!" "You can't wait, Sam?" "No, Miss!" Fuuuuck, hearing her talk about it, concentrating on her words, she KNOWS she's going to make me cum! "Did I tell you you could cum yet, Sam?" "No, Miss." "You're not going to cum without permission, are you, Sam?" "N-no, Miss." Bouncing faster, feeling her body tense, knowing she is close, too, he tries to hang on. Desperately waiting for her words. Willing her to tell him to cum. Breathing becomes harder. Her bouncing. His cock so sensitive, all the blood at the tip. "Oh, fuck!" "DO NOT CUM!" "Y-yes, Miss! Fuck, Miss!" She looks down at him and sees his struggle, it pushes her to the edge as her body tenses more, she slows down her bouncing, her hands turning white as she grips the armrests. Eyes closed, head back, back arched, chest forward-her breasts almost touching Sam's mouth, but he knows better than to try to suck them through the shirt. He watches her, holding on, knowing she's so close. She looks down at him. "I'm going to cum, Sam." He melts. "You're going to cum when I do, Sam. Got it?" "Yes, Miss!" "Not before me, Sam," she hisses. "No, Miss!" Her body tenses; as her ass touches his thighs again, she stays planted, grinding her hips into his lap a bit. Her head goes back fully, and she lets out a long and gutteral moan. Sam can feel her clenching his cock from the inside. It's so difficult to hold on. But she's almost there. She lets out a breath and a moan as she explodes around him. Feeling her cum seep down his cock, sends him immediately erupting into her, pushing his hips off the chair to get deeper. He presses upward and holds, shooting the most volume of cum he's ever shot. His cock pulsating strongly. Jenna can feel it, and she moans some more. When he's done, she lifts off of him, pushing against the armrests, holding herself above him. His cock slowly falls out. He watches, unable to speak, wondering what she's going to do. She looks down at him and clenches her pussy lips, causing cum to drip all over his crotch. Then, she gets off of him and stands up. She adjusts her panties and smooths her skirt. She walks backwards to the right of her desk, as she was when he first entered her office-how long ago? He's frozen, mesmerized and spent, as she puts herself back together. "That," she says, eyeing the mess in his lap, "is the wax which seals our deal." Sam says nothing, still unable to speak, but manages a weak nod. Jenna reaches out her hand to him, palm-side up. "You may remove your collar and leash now, Sam." His hands automatically move to do her bidding, as if she were controlling his nervous system. He takes the collar off, leaving the leash on it, and puts it gently in her palm, looking at her. "Good boy. You are dismissed, Sam." His head shakes involuntarily in disbelief. Heart still racing from cumming so hard, he's at once pleased with her praise and strangely struck by her unemotional dismissal. He slowly rises, tucking his cock back into his boxers; the "wax" seeping through immediately, but he says nothing as he pulls up his pants, and zips and buckles them. He buttons his shirt and turns to walk out of the office, in a daze. Jenna reaches forward, retrieves his tie, and catches up to him at the door. She touches his shoulder, and he immediately turns; his shoulder hot under her touch. He looks down at her questioningly. She reaches up, lifts his collar, and places the tie around it, tying it perfectly while saying, "You forgot this. You have to leave the same way you entered, Sam." "Yes, Miss," he says automatically. "You no longer have your collar on, Sam. I am Jenna now." He smiles and shakes his head at his submission. Then the smile grows broader, realizing he's no longer being controlled. He leans in to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in close. But she takes a step back, pushing her hands against his chest and moving her head out of the way. "No, Sam. You cannot kiss Jenna." She opens the door and waits for him to leave. He stares at her in disbelief, unsure of himself and of what she just did to him. "Thank you for explaining and fixing the problem, Sam," she says a bit louder, as people are walking by, staring at Sam's expression. "I knew you would have the right answer!" Sam, quickly realizing his surroundings as Jenna's door is open, replies, "Yes, Jenna. No need to worry. I am here for you!" And with that, he turns to leave, but not before looking back and winking at her. He walks away knowing she saw him winking, and it gives him pleasure to have done something on his own terms. He returns to his office but is not productive for the rest of the day. His thoughts only on recreating in his head what happened in Jenna's office, trying to figure out why his cock still stands on end. As Sam leaves, Jenna shuts her door and leans back against it. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply. Oh, this is going to be fun. This is going to be VERY fun! *~ The End ~*