TO BE HIS WHORE (Your Pussy Is Mine)

Elena’s hand was still trembling as she signed her name on the final line. The black ink glistened under the low office lights, sealing her fate in elegant script. Elena Voss – Exclusive Property of Alexander Kane. The words on the contract were explicit, leaving nothing to the imagination: her body, her orgasms, her availability—twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, at his complete discretion.

She set the pen down. Alexander picked up the document, scanned it once, then folded it neatly and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sliding over her skin like warm oil. He gripped her chin again and kissed her—deep, possessive, claiming her mouth the same way he’d just claimed her cunt. When he pulled back, his steel-gray eyes were dark with hunger. “Fix your skirt. We’re leaving.”

The elevator ride down to the private garage was silent and charged. Elena’s thighs were slick with her own arousal, her pussy still pulsing from the brutal fucking he’d given her over the desk. Every time she shifted, she felt the ache where he’d stretched her. Alexander stood behind her, one hand possessively on her hip, the other scrolling through his phone as if he hadn’t just ruined her.

His sleek black Maybach waited. The driver didn’t even glance at them as they slid into the back seat. The moment the door closed, Alexander pulled her across his lap, her knees straddling his thighs.

“Lift your skirt,” he ordered quietly.

She obeyed instantly, bunching the fabric around her waist. Cool air kissed her bare, dripping sex. Alexander unzipped his trousers and freed his cock—still hard, thick, and glistening with the remnants of her first orgasm. He didn’t enter her. Instead, he positioned her so the heavy length rested between her slick folds, the underside rubbing against her swollen clit.

“Ride it slowly,” he commanded. “No penetration. Just grind on my cock like the desperate little whore you are until we get home.”

Elena moaned softly and began to move. The car pulled smoothly into the night streets while she rocked her hips, sliding her wet pussy up and down his shaft. Every bump in the road pressed him harder against her clit. Alexander leaned back, one hand lazily palming her breast through her blouse, occasionally pinching her nipple until she whimpered.

“Look at you,” he growled. “My perfect executive assistant, soaking my cock in the back of my car like a filthy slut. You love this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, grinding faster. “I love being your slut.”

By the time they reached his private elevator in the most exclusive building in the city, Elena was shaking on the edge again. Alexander denied her. He tucked himself away, zipped up, and led her upstairs with a firm hand on the back of her neck.

His penthouse was breathtaking—minimalist, masculine, all dark wood, leather, and glass overlooking the glittering city. But Elena barely had time to look. The moment the door closed, Alexander shoved her against the nearest wall.

“Hands above your head.”

He ripped her blouse open, buttons scattering across the marble floor. Her bra was yanked down, exposing her full breasts. His mouth descended on one nipple, sucking hard while his fingers plunged back into her aching cunt. Two became three, stretching her as he finger-fucked her against the wall.

“You signed the contract,” he said between bites. “That means this cunt is mine. Say it.”

“This cunt is yours, Sir,” she gasped, riding his fingers shamelessly. “I’m your cum whore. Use me however you want.”

Alexander smiled against her breast. He withdrew his fingers, spun her around, and marched her to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city sprawled beneath them, thousands of lights twinkling like an audience.

“Bend over. Hands on the glass.”

Elena braced herself, ass pushed out, legs spread. Alexander kicked her heels wider apart. She heard the rustle of clothing as he stripped. Then the thick head of his cock was pushing inside her again—deeper this time, slower, savoring every inch as her walls clenched around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bottoming out. “So fucking tight. So wet for me.”

He started thrusting—long, powerful strokes that lifted her onto her toes. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. Elena’s moans echoed off the glass as she stared down at the city, tits pressed against the cool surface, getting fucked like a whore on display.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he growled into her ear. “Then I’m going to fill this greedy pussy with my cum. Every drop. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

“Yes—Sir—please!” Her voice broke as the orgasm built like a tidal wave.

He slammed into her harder, the wet slap of his hips against her ass filling the vast room. “Come. Now.”

Elena shattered. Her scream fogged the glass as her pussy spasmed violently around his thick cock, gushing down her thighs. Alexander didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through it, then buried himself deep and roared as he came—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching cunt.

He stayed inside her, pulsing, letting her milk every drop. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of his cum ran down her inner thigh.

Alexander turned her around, kissed her softly this time, then guided her to her knees.

“Clean me.”

Elena eagerly took his spent cock into her mouth, tasting their combined release. She licked him reverently, from balls to tip, until he was spotless and already beginning to harden again.

Alexander stroked her hair, looking down at her with dark satisfaction.

“That was just the warm-up, princess. The night is young, and I have plans for every one of your holes. By morning, you’ll understand exactly what it means to belong to me.”

Elena looked up at him, lips shiny, pussy still leaking his cum, and smiled.

“I can’t wait, Sir.”