FINGER FUCKED (1)

Ann eyes wide open when she heard him, she was startled and confused as to what he means by the ten days contract with him.

“Put on your clothes Miss Ann, while I explain further”. Marcus said.

Filled with lust and anger, Ann swallowed hard. She hopped down from his desk and strode to pick up her clothes that were scattered on the ground. Marcus gaze met with her round ass that was facing him when she stooped down to reach for her dress. He allowed his imagination to take over him, he imagined himself taking off his pants and attacking her entrance with his massive cock. But No! That can wait. He assured himself the moment she stood up, back facing him as she wore her bra. He wished she could turn to his face so he could have a perfect look of her huge breast, maybe he could just make up some lies just to touch her breast. It’s too late now, she has worn her bra.

Ann sat on the chair and wore her pants before she tried to reach for the hook of her bra but she couldn’t. She stood up and strode to Marcus then turned her back to his face.

“If you don’t mind?”. Ann asked. She knew she sounded disrespectful but it was all his fault, he couldn’t fuck her, he just wouldn’t fuck her when he got the chance.

Marcus stared at her ass that was facing him, he wanted to spank her ass so hard that she would moan his name, but this isn’t the right place to, he just has to be patient so he won’t lose his license and she will be all his very soon. He stood up and now his height was now intimidating hers. She was looking so small in front of him and short. He cocked his head as he hooked her bra before he sat back on the chair.

“So Miss Ann as I was saying”. He said as Ann went back and grabbed her dress from the chair and wore back her dress before she sat down. “I can’t touch you if you don’t sign the ten days contract”. Marcus added.

“And what’s the contract all about?”. Ann asked in a serious tone.

“Submissive”. Marcus responded.

“Excuse me?”

“You will have to sign a contract to be my submissive and in that way, if you accept, I will make sure I cure you from your sexual urge”. Marcus explained.

“And what if I don’t want to be cured?”. Ann snarled and he scoffed.

“It’s your decision to make Ann and that’s why”. Marcus said as he dipped his hand into his jean pocket and brought out a card. “I will be giving you three days to think about it while I prepare the documents''. He said and dropped the card on the table. “Like I said, I can’t touch you if you don’t sign the ten days contract”. He remarked.

“Well thank you because I am not interested”. Ann grabbed her bag from the chair and stood up in an attempt to leave.

“Three days Ann…and I’m counting from today so you only have two days left or else I will cancel the appointment”. He said in a soothing voice, the way her name slipped out of his mouth in a delicate sound made her have a second thought about it. “Three days…” Marcus emphasized on his statement and she turned.

“I will think about it”. Ann snatched the card from the table, gnashing her teeth before she dismissed.

Marcus smirked and fiddled with his fingers, “Miss Ann”. He soliloquizes with a wide grin.