I mean it this time." She closed the novel she was re-reading for the fifth or sixth time, an erotic tale of a naive young woman's descent into forced...sexual slavery, and returned it to its place on her master's bookshelf before sitting back down again on his couch.After locking the front door behind him, Trent simply stood there, facing her. She hated the way he looked at her, like she was merely a possession, or perhaps a pet animal that needed to be trained. She could tell he was also. But the ice-cold… thing that had crept atop her in the middle of the night, melted through her pours, took refuge in her blood, told her what she’d always wanted and had always denied. Gave her both power and addiction, a desperate need for heat.So she wiggles her ass atop Zane, giving Benny all the answer he should ever need. He produces a bottle of lube from thin air and smears his it all over his cock. She shivers when a cold wet finger probes her anus, tracking the crinkled flesh before. She would make impossible demands on her staff and when those demands were not met to her satisfaction, they were usually cussed out and then fired. Her last assistant was fired because Rebecca didn't like the way she made coffee. Her staff had had enough and were ready to strike back."Michael, get in here!!!" Rebecca screamed into the intercom. Michael, her sixth assistant in the last year, hurried into her office. "Where the fuck are the sales reports I asked you to get from last quarter?". . that would be good" I replied.He steered me away from the high street to the car park area. The amber lights flashed on his car as he pointed the auto door key toward it. It looked new and shiny, with real leather trim, unlike dads Toyota and the doors shut with a clunk, rather that a bang."Best you buckle up love ... don't want anything to happen to you eh?"Once buckled ... he started the car which purred like a cat and we left the area.Of course he had not asked where I lived, because we.