Chapter 5: The First Command

The next morning I woke up before the alarm, my body aching in ways I had never experienced before. Every muscle felt used and sore, especially between my legs and in my ass where Andre had claimed me so thoroughly the night before. His cum had dried on my thighs and breasts, a sticky reminder of how completely he had used me.

I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him yet. After a quick shower I chose a fitted black dress from the wardrobe that hugged my curves exactly the way he liked. No panties, of course. I was already learning his rules.

When I returned to the bedroom, Andre was awake and watching me with those intense stormy eyes.

"Good morning, Sir," I said softly.

He crooked a finger at me. "Come here."

I walked to the edge of the bed. He pulled me down and kissed me deeply, his hand sliding under my dress to cup my bare pussy.

"Already wet for me," he murmured against my lips. "Such a greedy little cunt."

He pushed two fingers inside me, pumping slowly while his thumb circled my clit. I moaned into his mouth, hips rocking against his hand.

"Today you will learn what it really means to serve me," he said, withdrawing his fingers and making me suck them clean. "Get on your knees."

I dropped to the floor between his spread legs. His thick cock was already hard and waiting. I took him into my mouth without hesitation, sucking and licking while he guided my head with one hand.

"Good girl," he groaned. "Deeper. Take every inch like the obedient whore you are becoming."

I worked him eagerly, gagging when he pushed into my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks but I did not stop. When he finally came, he held my head down and filled my mouth with his hot load.

"Swallow," he ordered.

I did, every drop.

Andre pulled me up and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue. "Breakfast first. Then we go to the office. You will sit outside my door all day and wait for my commands. When I call for you, you come immediately. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

The morning passed in a blur of tension. At the office I sat at a desk right outside his door, taking notes when he needed me and fetching whatever he demanded. Every time he called my name my pussy throbbed with anticipation.

During lunch he made me kneel under his desk and suck him off while he ate and took important calls. I stayed silent and obedient even when he came down my throat again.

By late afternoon I was desperate and dripping. When he finally called me into his office and locked the door, I was trembling with need.

"Strip," he commanded.

I removed my dress quickly and stood naked before him. He bent me over his desk and fucked me hard and fast, one hand covering my mouth to muffle my moans while employees worked just outside the door.

"You are not allowed to come yet," he growled, pounding into me. "Hold it."

He used me like a toy, bringing me right to the edge multiple times before pulling out and making me drop to my knees to finish him with my mouth again.

When we returned to the penthouse that evening, he was not finished with me.

"Go to the bedroom and wait on all fours," he said.

I obeyed, positioning myself on the bed with my ass raised high. Andre took his time, making me wait until I was shaking with anticipation.

When he finally entered the room, he brought a small black box with him.

"Tonight we begin proper training," he said, opening the box to reveal a sleek black butt plug and a vibrating egg. "These will stay inside you whenever I say so. You will wear them to the office tomorrow."

He spent the next hour teasing and stretching both my holes, fucking me with his fingers and the toys until I was sobbing and begging.

"Please, Sir... I need to come so badly," I cried.

"Not yet," he said, replacing the toys and turning the vibrating egg on low. "You will wear this through dinner. If you come without permission, you will be punished severely."

The rest of the evening was pure torture. During dinner the vibrations kept me on edge while Andre ate calmly and discussed business as if nothing was happening. I squirmed in my seat, biting my lip to stay quiet.

After dinner he finally took mercy on me. He bent me over the couch and fucked both my pussy and ass, alternating between them until I was a shaking, sobbing mess.

"Now," he commanded. "Come for me."

My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed, my entire body convulsing as wave after wave crashed through me. Andre followed right after, filling my ass with his hot cum.

He pulled me into his arms afterward, holding me close while I trembled.

"You are doing well, Sienna," he whispered, stroking my hair. "But this is only the beginning. By the end of this month you will not remember what it felt like to have any control."

I lay against his chest, exhausted and marked, my mind spinning with conflicting emotions.

My father had called three times today and I had not been allowed to answer. My old life was disappearing faster than I could process. Yet as Andre held me possessively and kissed the top of my head, a dark, dangerous truth settled deep in my bones.

I was terrified.

And I was starting to like it.

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