Bonded to him

WARNING
MATURE THEMES, SEX, BAD LAGUAGE AND PRUE DIRTY CONTENT.
I'm currently writing this.
I'll post every Sunday or Monday night.
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"Isn't it a rule to keep your sex life and work life seprate?" I ask and he chuckles.
"Remember the place you were last night. Their is a common ground in both." He speaks lowly and suggestively making me close my legs. "Nice dress." He comments and I smile shyly as his hand rides up my leg. I try and close my legs but the inner slut of mine opens them a bit more.
His fingers tease me slowly brushing his finger against my panties.
"I..." I trail off not knowing what to say, "I thought you owned a sex club not the hotel." I say in an whisper.
"I do... I own many businesses." He says his voice husky and seductive. "Will you work for me?"
"I..." I bite my lip as he keeps brushing his fingers over my panties. "Wouldn't it make me a prostitute if you pay me to work for you and fuck..." I moan out loud as he pushes a finger into me. "Me." I finish.
"Nope... I'll be paying you to work and you'll be my submissive at night." He says simply as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. I grab onto the edge of his chair as he does it. "And if you're good I'll give you a treat." He says with a smirk against my shoulder.
I moan again leaning against him. His thumb teases my throbbing clit as his thumb touches it every so often rubbing it lightly adding a flame to my need. He uses his legs to spread mine open more.
"Oh, Please Sir." I beg and he chuckles, as I beg for him.
"Do you want to work for me?" He asks and I moan, "Is that a yes?" He asks and I nod. "Words." He growls halting his movements in me.
"Yes please." I say grinding myself on him.