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Blacked By Her Boss
I began working for Antoine in July 2016 when I returned from my honeymoon. Me…? My name is Penelope. I’m 27 years old and work as an executive assistant in the financial sector. I worked for three of the largest firms in the country from my first internship until last year. Initially, I was hesitant go work for a smaller firm like Ebon – but, the salary and benefits were ideal for my needs… With my husband Eric playing random gigs as a musician, I had to assume the position of breadwinner and ensure we had health insurance.
The interview was in-depth to say the least. The Head of HR Lataya was a hard woman to read. I had no clue if she liked me or loathed me! I was asked about not just my qualifications, but subtly about my background and political affiliation. I understand companies like Ebon were focused heavily on diversity, requiring more progressive employees to ensure a cohesive work environment. Every manager and supervisor there was black. Oddly, I did not notice it at first… Nor did I notice that a third of the white, Asian, and Latina women were pregnant.
A week later, I received a call to interview once more with the firm’s executive partner Antoine King. I had few expectations for the interview, but found myself across a small table with him… To say Antoine was handsome would be an understatement. Those deep brown eyes of his are so intense… Him looking directly at me still makes me shiver now and then. The interview stressed that he expected a lot out of me… The firm was growing and he worked long hours. I was expected to assist him in any way he required when he required it. I heard this before in my previous positions thinking nothing of it…
Until Antoine proved ever word of it over the next three months.
I was in an hour before business hours and an hour after business hours. I took calls, managed his schedule, handled his dry cleaning, and worked the queue of tasks he gave me each day… Often into the evening hours annoying my new husband.
It didn’t all come at once… But, gradually my tasks increased and became more outside of the scope of my position… I was cleaning his office thoroughly, requiring an extra hour of work each day. I found myself working through lunch to compensate. I initially declined the task, but found Antoine’s powerful dark hands on my shoulders asking me if I was truly dedicated to the firm… I bit my lip… Subconsciously, I badly wanted to please him. I found myself doting on him. He didn’t have a wife or girlfriend to take care of him.
The moment I found things demeaning was when during a closed door meeting Antoine made it clear I needed more revealing business attire… That when I was with him I helped define his brand. I knew it was not a proper request, but the offer of a clothing allowance seemed to sway me… My pencil skirts became higher and my blouses lower. I was pushed to wear heels, my feet aching at the end of the day from them despite their beauty. They helped me stand at a more regular height as I’m only 5’ tall. When Antoine was happy with me I was happy… The few times I disappointed him up until then I went home nearly in tears.
That fateful evening came at the company Christmas party. Alcohol was abundant, office staff and their partners were dancing, and I was paying a bit more attention to Antoine than my husband. He was annoyed at how I smiled and made small talk with Antoine… I could tell he felt sexually threatened by him. A part of me enjoyed it, very subtly flirting with him. Eric never could handle an open bar, intoxicated and dozing on an office sofa. Perhaps it was his way of getting back at me for neglecting him. I walked around with Antoine meeting many of the firm’s clients, colleagues, and even some of our rivals. I was beside him with the false intent of networking… In truth, I just liked being around him. It was getting easier to put in long hours at the office when he was there. Numerous guests complimented him on his ‘date’, making us quietly snicker. He made no effort to correct them!
My feet were aching… Antoine suggested we go upstairs to the office to get my flats to wear instead. I was a little tipsy, my slender body feeling warm… I could tell my boss liked my body after our first week together. I’m very slender, but gifted with a thick firm behind. I guess Antoine met the stereotype of black guys loving girl’s asses… I caught him staring when my back turned again and again, but said nothing.
Antoine walked with me up the stairs… My hand on the railing and my other arm locked with his. When we arrived at his office it was dark, the only illumination in the room from the large windows bathing the room in streetlights. I slide out of my gorgeous green heels and bent over to get my flats from under my desk…
That is when I felt his large powerful hand touch the small of my back and immediately move downward to grope as my ass.
“Mr. King!” I squealed, surprised and horrified at him kneading at my pert bottom. Pushing up against me, I stood up… I found myself with my back turned to him and his hard body up against me… My hands on top of the desk bracing myself as he kept me there pinned… Kneading at my back side as I protested.
“Be quiet, Penelope… I told you when you first arrived here you were expected to do anything I wanted at any time… I’ve decided I’m going to use your tight little body.” The ebony alpha male explained, giving my ass a playful slap.
“I’m a married woman, Antoi… Mr. King! Stop this at once!” I cried out, the music downstairs so loud there was no chance anyone would hear me scream.
“Fuck that white boy…” Antoine hissed, giving my bottom another slap making me wince and turn bright red.
I felt powerless to stop him. I did not say ‘no’… I did not physically resist. Only now do I see what it was… It wasn’t sexual assault… Subconsciously I craved him to do this to me. His large black hand grasped the back of my lithe neck and kept me pinned over my desk as he pulled my pencil skirt up to expose my round bottom for him… Some reddening from his slaps. Whimpering, I remained still and quiet… My body freezing as the superior male undid the front of his dress pants… I could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. However, the degradation was only going to grow worse…
Reaching into his pocket, Antoine pulled out his iPhone. Turning it on video record he leaned it against my desk lamp to film his conquest of me… Turning the lamp on, my upper torso was bathed in light. Gasping, felt a heavy thud of hot flesh against the back of one of my thighs. I couldn’t see, but my boss had fished out 10” of ebony godcock to break me in with. I shivered, anticipating him to be large from the feeling of him throbbing against me… Yet, I did not yet behold the gifted black monolith between the divine man’s muscular legs.
I only realized what I was getting into when the thick domed head of that ebony tool rubbed up and down my already aroused sex… I was becoming wet from this behavior. I was always submissive in the bedroom, but vanilla sex was… Well, this was something different entirely. My blue eyes went wide as he bathed himself against me, covering his big black cock with my nectar. With one hand on the back of my neck, he held onto his African spear before lining it up and impaling me with it…
That was when I began to wail… God, it hurt… He was stretching me as his hips slowly pushed forward. Eric was the largest guy I had ever been with, his 5” nothing compared to the girthy ebony member Antoine had! Thrusting forward, he pushed passed my cervix with ease and entered my womb. It was a safe day to take a man bareback, but the risk still frightened me… Yet, the more frightened I became the more soaked I was.
His tip kissed at the wall of my fertile womb… I prayed for him to use my quickly, but things quickly changed… Reaching under me he began rubbing my swollen pink pearl. A lewd aroused moan passed my lips… The harsh sensation of him invading me stepping aside as pleasure gradually took its place. Moaning, I stared into the lens of the iPhone… Gasping… Whimpering. To my shame, my hips began bucking back… I told myself if it ended things more quickly there was no shame in it… In truth? I wanted to please him… I needed to please him.
My tight little velvet glove squeezed at him… My mind going blank as I had my first orgasm. Never before had I gushed so much cum… Never had I orgasmed with a cock inside of me. Antoine did not relent on my clit, continuing to rub as I bucked back against him.
“Aah… This is what you are for, white girl… From now on, I expect you in another half an hour earlier and later for me to use…” The powerful black businessman instructed. His own sounds of pleasure… Groans… Grunts… Growls… They were arousing to my senses making me even more submissive to him.
Meekly, I replied, “Yes, Sir!”
I came two more times before he was prepared to finish inside of me… I felt him become so hard… His fully swollen black pillar deep inside of me, ready to fill me… Each thrust his heavy ebony sack full of virile seed hit against me.
“Mmn… Going to cum, girl… Where do you want it…? Beg for it.” He growled out.
My mouth opened as if it were a reflex. I was going to beg him to pull out, but something in my womb seemed to ache.
“Inside of me, Sir!” I cried out, tearing running down my face and ruining my makeup.
And, that he did… The muscles of that perfect ebony body tense as he arched his back against me. As I felt that flood of African godseed into my unprotected womb I went into sensory overload… My mind flashed white as I came one last time. His cum easily filled and overflowed me…
I was still stunned… Was I thinking about how my boss might have ***** me? Was I thinking about how I might have cheated on my husband who was downstairs? Was I thinking about who to report this to? No…
I thought, just for a moment, but swelling with his black baby inside of me.
Coming to my senses, he was already putting his big black cock away… Turning my head, I meekly observed the tool that seemed to impossible to fit inside of me. His potent seed was leaking from me profusely. Wobbling, I managed to stand up. It would be two more days until Monday morning. I would have to know what I was going to do by then.
I was thankful that Eric was to blitz to know what time it was and what was going on. We took an Uber home and we both went to bed. I didn’t take a shower that night… Not because I wanted to preserve evidence as I weighed my options… But, I wanted his cum inside of me.
The next morning, I cleaned up… Eric had two gigs that day. I came to watch, dressed sexier than usual… I was distant. At moments depressed and others anxious. At others, I was giddy and laughing… The one thing I was the entire time was distant. I couldn’t get Antoine out of my head no matter how I tried. I couldn’t get his words to me… “This is what you are for, white girl.” It felt so… Primal.
I spent Sunday night with a bottle of wine looking at wedding photos. I decided reporting the incident to the police was dubious at best… That my husband was sure to know what happened. I loved Eric and felt it was my duty to get rid of Antoine. I would report him to HR so the partners could remove him… I needed this job. In the meantime, I could start sending out my resume.
Monday morning, I ignored Antoine’s texts asking where I was. He expected me at 7:30am now. I came in at 9am, sneaking to the HR office to see Lataya immediately. Knocking on her door, she instructed me to enter… The beautiful black woman was in her early 30s, forcing a smile for me as I entered. Staring at my feet, I asked if she had time to speak about something very important.
Lataya invited me to take a seat… There, I began to explain that Friday night Antoine ***** me. I began to sob… The woman nodding with a stoic face and offering me a box of tissues. Dabbing the tears away, I explained I didn’t want to call the police, but I couldn’t work for him any longer.
She nodded. Standing up, she came close and put her hand on the back of my chair. I thought she was leaning in to speak softly to comfort me…
That was when she backhanded me so hard I saw stars!
Grabbing a fist full of my long blonde hair she pulled my head back and spit in my face. “You think you have choices around here, white girl…? I have just the thing for that…” The woman hissed. She was only two inches taller than me and a little fuller, but so much stronger. As if she wanted me to re-live what happened to me her feminine hand held the back of my neck and pinned me over the desk. I froze… Just like I did before… My mouth not moving as I accepted what was being done to me… Her hot saliva running down my face.
As punishment, she pulled out a medium sized butt plug from her drawer… Spitting on it, she covered it in her saliva before pushing it into my virgin ass… Tears poured from my eyes as I stifled my own cries and whimpers.
That wasn’t the end… I’m not attracted to women in the least, but found myself completely submissive to Lataya. I don’t remember much of how we got there, but she made me kneel and lick her smooth cocoa colored pussy as she sat back down in her expensive leather office chair. Staring up into her dominant hazel eyes, I did not relent… Her hips bucking against him mouth and tongue until she came.
The only dignity she gave me was giving me a tissue to clean my face of her thick nectar and saliva… Ashamed, I could tell my own thighs were just as damp. Why did I become aroused at such cruelty?
“Sit.” She instructed. I sat back down, my eyes staring at the floor as she picked up her office phone… She dialed an extension. I was too dazed to realize what was going on until I heard her speak.
“Antoine, I have your little white girl down here claiming you ***** her… I taught her a good lesson about her place. I’m sending her back up…” She said, my heart pounding in terror at Antoine’s displeasure. With the plug still in, I was instructed to go upstairs to Antoine’s office…
That short walk felt like an eternity. So many of the employees and managers seemed to be grinning at me as they passed. I am not sure if they knew then what happened… In the stairwell, I was screaming in my head to myself to leave immediately. Run away. Yet, instinct led me up the stairs and to his office.
Just as I set my purse on my desk, I heard him call my name from his desk in his office. My legs trembled as if I were walking right into the mouth of hell itself… With eyes downcast, I couldn’t look directly into his face… I couldn’t look at him, but I knew he was furious. Never had I heard him raise his voice until Friday night when he fucked me…
“You’re late. I also am told you like to discuss my personal business…” He hissed. “Kneel. Right there.” He instructed, pointing to the floor before his desk. Without hesitation, my trembling legs moved to kneel… Looking at the floor, I did not speak. He caught me trying to undermine him.
“You ignore my text. You show up late. And, now you discuss my personal business…? Look, white girl. I decided Friday that you were mine to use how I want when I want. This is your purpose. Say it.” The powerful black male growled.
“…T…This is my purpose, Sir.” I whimpered out, finally looking up and seeing how made he was. I had seen him annoyed, but never furious.
“This you will have to pay for…” Antoine said before making me bend over his desk.
Cruelly, he spanked me raw… Tears pouring from my eyes. Sitting comfortably for the rest of the week was not going to happen… The addition of the plug now being part of my business attire according to Antoine. I never wanted to displease him ever again…
I was made to kneel before him as he stroked my head… My breathing softening… My heart slowing. Somehow, things began to feel alright again… Feel like they did before Friday night. I kept my head in his lap until lunch before quietly going back to work… I stayed late, letting him use me once more…
He was my God now. And, Gods demand sacrifices…
Be sure to support my work by checking out my catalog and buying one of my deviant tales.
Try my newest story Refugee Blacks a Conservative ****** (Part 1), Refugee Blacks a Conservative ****** (Part 2), Blacking the White Resistance I, or Blacking the White Resistance II.I'm sad to say Amazon and I are having issues. I'll be moving my catalog to SmashWords and B&N, but I won't be putting new content on Amazon for now.
BLACKMAS SPECIAL!
Bestseller Pack - Blacked Hypnosis I, II, III, & IV
Bestseller Pack - White Boy Disposal Center I, II, & III
Bestseller Pack - Amelia Blacks Her ****** I & II
Amazon Store
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Smashwords Store
Keep sending me your evil thoughts~ They fuel me.
darkesttaboopress@protonmail.com
-Fatima
Blacked By Her Boss
I began working for Antoine in July 2016 when I returned from my honeymoon. Me…? My name is Penelope. I’m 27 years old and work as an executive assistant in the financial sector. I worked for three of the largest firms in the country from my first internship until last year. Initially, I was hesitant go work for a smaller firm like Ebon – but, the salary and benefits were ideal for my needs… With my husband Eric playing random gigs as a musician, I had to assume the position of breadwinner and ensure we had health insurance.
The interview was in-depth to say the least. The Head of HR Lataya was a hard woman to read. I had no clue if she liked me or loathed me! I was asked about not just my qualifications, but subtly about my background and political affiliation. I understand companies like Ebon were focused heavily on diversity, requiring more progressive employees to ensure a cohesive work environment. Every manager and supervisor there was black. Oddly, I did not notice it at first… Nor did I notice that a third of the white, Asian, and Latina women were pregnant.
A week later, I received a call to interview once more with the firm’s executive partner Antoine King. I had few expectations for the interview, but found myself across a small table with him… To say Antoine was handsome would be an understatement. Those deep brown eyes of his are so intense… Him looking directly at me still makes me shiver now and then. The interview stressed that he expected a lot out of me… The firm was growing and he worked long hours. I was expected to assist him in any way he required when he required it. I heard this before in my previous positions thinking nothing of it…
Until Antoine proved ever word of it over the next three months.
I was in an hour before business hours and an hour after business hours. I took calls, managed his schedule, handled his dry cleaning, and worked the queue of tasks he gave me each day… Often into the evening hours annoying my new husband.
It didn’t all come at once… But, gradually my tasks increased and became more outside of the scope of my position… I was cleaning his office thoroughly, requiring an extra hour of work each day. I found myself working through lunch to compensate. I initially declined the task, but found Antoine’s powerful dark hands on my shoulders asking me if I was truly dedicated to the firm… I bit my lip… Subconsciously, I badly wanted to please him. I found myself doting on him. He didn’t have a wife or girlfriend to take care of him.
The moment I found things demeaning was when during a closed door meeting Antoine made it clear I needed more revealing business attire… That when I was with him I helped define his brand. I knew it was not a proper request, but the offer of a clothing allowance seemed to sway me… My pencil skirts became higher and my blouses lower. I was pushed to wear heels, my feet aching at the end of the day from them despite their beauty. They helped me stand at a more regular height as I’m only 5’ tall. When Antoine was happy with me I was happy… The few times I disappointed him up until then I went home nearly in tears.
That fateful evening came at the company Christmas party. Alcohol was abundant, office staff and their partners were dancing, and I was paying a bit more attention to Antoine than my husband. He was annoyed at how I smiled and made small talk with Antoine… I could tell he felt sexually threatened by him. A part of me enjoyed it, very subtly flirting with him. Eric never could handle an open bar, intoxicated and dozing on an office sofa. Perhaps it was his way of getting back at me for neglecting him. I walked around with Antoine meeting many of the firm’s clients, colleagues, and even some of our rivals. I was beside him with the false intent of networking… In truth, I just liked being around him. It was getting easier to put in long hours at the office when he was there. Numerous guests complimented him on his ‘date’, making us quietly snicker. He made no effort to correct them!
My feet were aching… Antoine suggested we go upstairs to the office to get my flats to wear instead. I was a little tipsy, my slender body feeling warm… I could tell my boss liked my body after our first week together. I’m very slender, but gifted with a thick firm behind. I guess Antoine met the stereotype of black guys loving girl’s asses… I caught him staring when my back turned again and again, but said nothing.
Antoine walked with me up the stairs… My hand on the railing and my other arm locked with his. When we arrived at his office it was dark, the only illumination in the room from the large windows bathing the room in streetlights. I slide out of my gorgeous green heels and bent over to get my flats from under my desk…
That is when I felt his large powerful hand touch the small of my back and immediately move downward to grope as my ass.
“Mr. King!” I squealed, surprised and horrified at him kneading at my pert bottom. Pushing up against me, I stood up… I found myself with my back turned to him and his hard body up against me… My hands on top of the desk bracing myself as he kept me there pinned… Kneading at my back side as I protested.
“Be quiet, Penelope… I told you when you first arrived here you were expected to do anything I wanted at any time… I’ve decided I’m going to use your tight little body.” The ebony alpha male explained, giving my ass a playful slap.
“I’m a married woman, Antoi… Mr. King! Stop this at once!” I cried out, the music downstairs so loud there was no chance anyone would hear me scream.
“Fuck that white boy…” Antoine hissed, giving my bottom another slap making me wince and turn bright red.
I felt powerless to stop him. I did not say ‘no’… I did not physically resist. Only now do I see what it was… It wasn’t sexual assault… Subconsciously I craved him to do this to me. His large black hand grasped the back of my lithe neck and kept me pinned over my desk as he pulled my pencil skirt up to expose my round bottom for him… Some reddening from his slaps. Whimpering, I remained still and quiet… My body freezing as the superior male undid the front of his dress pants… I could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. However, the degradation was only going to grow worse…
Reaching into his pocket, Antoine pulled out his iPhone. Turning it on video record he leaned it against my desk lamp to film his conquest of me… Turning the lamp on, my upper torso was bathed in light. Gasping, felt a heavy thud of hot flesh against the back of one of my thighs. I couldn’t see, but my boss had fished out 10” of ebony godcock to break me in with. I shivered, anticipating him to be large from the feeling of him throbbing against me… Yet, I did not yet behold the gifted black monolith between the divine man’s muscular legs.
I only realized what I was getting into when the thick domed head of that ebony tool rubbed up and down my already aroused sex… I was becoming wet from this behavior. I was always submissive in the bedroom, but vanilla sex was… Well, this was something different entirely. My blue eyes went wide as he bathed himself against me, covering his big black cock with my nectar. With one hand on the back of my neck, he held onto his African spear before lining it up and impaling me with it…
That was when I began to wail… God, it hurt… He was stretching me as his hips slowly pushed forward. Eric was the largest guy I had ever been with, his 5” nothing compared to the girthy ebony member Antoine had! Thrusting forward, he pushed passed my cervix with ease and entered my womb. It was a safe day to take a man bareback, but the risk still frightened me… Yet, the more frightened I became the more soaked I was.
His tip kissed at the wall of my fertile womb… I prayed for him to use my quickly, but things quickly changed… Reaching under me he began rubbing my swollen pink pearl. A lewd aroused moan passed my lips… The harsh sensation of him invading me stepping aside as pleasure gradually took its place. Moaning, I stared into the lens of the iPhone… Gasping… Whimpering. To my shame, my hips began bucking back… I told myself if it ended things more quickly there was no shame in it… In truth? I wanted to please him… I needed to please him.
My tight little velvet glove squeezed at him… My mind going blank as I had my first orgasm. Never before had I gushed so much cum… Never had I orgasmed with a cock inside of me. Antoine did not relent on my clit, continuing to rub as I bucked back against him.
“Aah… This is what you are for, white girl… From now on, I expect you in another half an hour earlier and later for me to use…” The powerful black businessman instructed. His own sounds of pleasure… Groans… Grunts… Growls… They were arousing to my senses making me even more submissive to him.
Meekly, I replied, “Yes, Sir!”
I came two more times before he was prepared to finish inside of me… I felt him become so hard… His fully swollen black pillar deep inside of me, ready to fill me… Each thrust his heavy ebony sack full of virile seed hit against me.
“Mmn… Going to cum, girl… Where do you want it…? Beg for it.” He growled out.
My mouth opened as if it were a reflex. I was going to beg him to pull out, but something in my womb seemed to ache.
“Inside of me, Sir!” I cried out, tearing running down my face and ruining my makeup.
And, that he did… The muscles of that perfect ebony body tense as he arched his back against me. As I felt that flood of African godseed into my unprotected womb I went into sensory overload… My mind flashed white as I came one last time. His cum easily filled and overflowed me…
I was still stunned… Was I thinking about how my boss might have ***** me? Was I thinking about how I might have cheated on my husband who was downstairs? Was I thinking about who to report this to? No…
I thought, just for a moment, but swelling with his black baby inside of me.
Coming to my senses, he was already putting his big black cock away… Turning my head, I meekly observed the tool that seemed to impossible to fit inside of me. His potent seed was leaking from me profusely. Wobbling, I managed to stand up. It would be two more days until Monday morning. I would have to know what I was going to do by then.
I was thankful that Eric was to blitz to know what time it was and what was going on. We took an Uber home and we both went to bed. I didn’t take a shower that night… Not because I wanted to preserve evidence as I weighed my options… But, I wanted his cum inside of me.
The next morning, I cleaned up… Eric had two gigs that day. I came to watch, dressed sexier than usual… I was distant. At moments depressed and others anxious. At others, I was giddy and laughing… The one thing I was the entire time was distant. I couldn’t get Antoine out of my head no matter how I tried. I couldn’t get his words to me… “This is what you are for, white girl.” It felt so… Primal.
I spent Sunday night with a bottle of wine looking at wedding photos. I decided reporting the incident to the police was dubious at best… That my husband was sure to know what happened. I loved Eric and felt it was my duty to get rid of Antoine. I would report him to HR so the partners could remove him… I needed this job. In the meantime, I could start sending out my resume.
Monday morning, I ignored Antoine’s texts asking where I was. He expected me at 7:30am now. I came in at 9am, sneaking to the HR office to see Lataya immediately. Knocking on her door, she instructed me to enter… The beautiful black woman was in her early 30s, forcing a smile for me as I entered. Staring at my feet, I asked if she had time to speak about something very important.
Lataya invited me to take a seat… There, I began to explain that Friday night Antoine ***** me. I began to sob… The woman nodding with a stoic face and offering me a box of tissues. Dabbing the tears away, I explained I didn’t want to call the police, but I couldn’t work for him any longer.
She nodded. Standing up, she came close and put her hand on the back of my chair. I thought she was leaning in to speak softly to comfort me…
That was when she backhanded me so hard I saw stars!
Grabbing a fist full of my long blonde hair she pulled my head back and spit in my face. “You think you have choices around here, white girl…? I have just the thing for that…” The woman hissed. She was only two inches taller than me and a little fuller, but so much stronger. As if she wanted me to re-live what happened to me her feminine hand held the back of my neck and pinned me over the desk. I froze… Just like I did before… My mouth not moving as I accepted what was being done to me… Her hot saliva running down my face.
As punishment, she pulled out a medium sized butt plug from her drawer… Spitting on it, she covered it in her saliva before pushing it into my virgin ass… Tears poured from my eyes as I stifled my own cries and whimpers.
That wasn’t the end… I’m not attracted to women in the least, but found myself completely submissive to Lataya. I don’t remember much of how we got there, but she made me kneel and lick her smooth cocoa colored pussy as she sat back down in her expensive leather office chair. Staring up into her dominant hazel eyes, I did not relent… Her hips bucking against him mouth and tongue until she came.
The only dignity she gave me was giving me a tissue to clean my face of her thick nectar and saliva… Ashamed, I could tell my own thighs were just as damp. Why did I become aroused at such cruelty?
“Sit.” She instructed. I sat back down, my eyes staring at the floor as she picked up her office phone… She dialed an extension. I was too dazed to realize what was going on until I heard her speak.
“Antoine, I have your little white girl down here claiming you ***** her… I taught her a good lesson about her place. I’m sending her back up…” She said, my heart pounding in terror at Antoine’s displeasure. With the plug still in, I was instructed to go upstairs to Antoine’s office…
That short walk felt like an eternity. So many of the employees and managers seemed to be grinning at me as they passed. I am not sure if they knew then what happened… In the stairwell, I was screaming in my head to myself to leave immediately. Run away. Yet, instinct led me up the stairs and to his office.
Just as I set my purse on my desk, I heard him call my name from his desk in his office. My legs trembled as if I were walking right into the mouth of hell itself… With eyes downcast, I couldn’t look directly into his face… I couldn’t look at him, but I knew he was furious. Never had I heard him raise his voice until Friday night when he fucked me…
“You’re late. I also am told you like to discuss my personal business…” He hissed. “Kneel. Right there.” He instructed, pointing to the floor before his desk. Without hesitation, my trembling legs moved to kneel… Looking at the floor, I did not speak. He caught me trying to undermine him.
“You ignore my text. You show up late. And, now you discuss my personal business…? Look, white girl. I decided Friday that you were mine to use how I want when I want. This is your purpose. Say it.” The powerful black male growled.
“…T…This is my purpose, Sir.” I whimpered out, finally looking up and seeing how made he was. I had seen him annoyed, but never furious.
“This you will have to pay for…” Antoine said before making me bend over his desk.
Cruelly, he spanked me raw… Tears pouring from my eyes. Sitting comfortably for the rest of the week was not going to happen… The addition of the plug now being part of my business attire according to Antoine. I never wanted to displease him ever again…
I was made to kneel before him as he stroked my head… My breathing softening… My heart slowing. Somehow, things began to feel alright again… Feel like they did before Friday night. I kept my head in his lap until lunch before quietly going back to work… I stayed late, letting him use me once more…
He was my God now. And, Gods demand sacrifices…
