50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
Afterward, he rolled his chair back and looked down at me.
“Stand up. Bend over the desk again.”
My jaw ached and my knees were sore, but I did what he said.
This time he fucked me slowly, almost gently, while he told me exactly what he was going to do to me over the next few months.
“I’m going to train this tight little ass,” he said, pressing his thumb against my hole. “I’m going to stretch it until you can take my cock without crying. And when I’m done, I’m going to let some of the other senior staff use it too. Would you like that, Isla? Being passed around like a campus whore?”