I like it when a woman obeys, gets down on her knees and follows orders. I like women who are beautiful and subservient, and now I’m going to get a lesson in what it’s like to see the world through their eyes.
I am the sort of man who gets what he wants. I know how to work the world to my favor, know how to bend and push in just the right places. Every woman I’ve pursued I’ve gotten except for one, my beautiful and severe secretary.
She decided to teach me a lesson, putting me in her body and putting me in her place. We’ve switched and now she’s the one giving the orders. If I want to get out of this I’ll need to play her game.
When I pushed too hard with her things reached a boiling point. I made my stand and she worked her literal magic. Swapping places and swapping demands, now she’s the one in charge.
The delicate curves of my new body are like a siren’s call. The hunger and appetite that I never knew she had. I shudder with the merest brush against my skin. With a man so close to me I have to bite back a moan.
She’s playing my part so well, standing up there in my hard body and giving me orders. She knows how to be in charge and she knows how to make me obey.
Her first demand is for me to get on my knees.
Excerpt
“I’ve been a bad girl, Mr. Malcolm,” I said quiet, demure, “I’ve been so bad and so defiant. I need to be taught a lesson. I need you to show me what this mouth is good for.”
He smiled, “You little fuck. You’ve got a one-track mind, don’t you?”
My eyes locked onto the zipper on his pants, seeing the bulge and feeling my mouth water at the thought of it.
“I think you do too, Sir,” I said breathily, wanting him to have me in full.
His footsteps were heavy as he moved across the room. He pounded over to me and grabbed the back of my head, turning my eyes up to look up at his face while I gasped breathlessly.
“Mr. Malcolm is always merciless with the women he trains,” he said, “He doesn’t hold back and he expects them to give their all.”
His thumb pressed into my lips, pushing them open and exploring my mouth.
“You know I’ve never seen it all from this angle, but that body really is quite beautiful. Those big eyes that are so cold but flash with such an intense heat. Those plump lips that I can just imagine stretching out around the thickness of my cock.
“Are you ready to give your all, Ms. Prim? Are you ready to be my full-service secretary? To take every last inch?”
“Yes,” I breathed, “Teach me how to obey.”
My hands moved up his thighs and latched onto his belt. I was quick unbuckling it. Quick at dragging down his pants and letting his cock slap out and hit me on the bottom of my chin.
Desperate for a taste I broke free of his grasp and moaned as my lips closed on the head of him. I plunged forward to take as much of him as I could, groaning as he bulged out the side of my cheek and then slipped right on track to slam into my throat.
Normally I liked my women eager, but it was all different now. As her I was so eager, but she was more eager than I normally was in that body.
Mr. Malcolm grabbed my head, his hips thrusting forward to take me. He pounded into my throat and filled me with every inch, my lips pressing obscenely against the base of him.
Back and then forward again. Such strength and power as he fucked my face with everything that he could give me. Again and again while he roared out with satisfaction and pulled me back to the head of him.
I didn’t let go, moaning I ran my tongue around him and my hands came up, my fingers wet with my saliva from his shaft. I stroked up and down while I licked the head of him, mewling as I tried to push forward and he held me back.
“My but you are eager,” he said, “How many hours in that body and you’re already a little slut? I guess you have a type, even if it is your body that’s the woman.”
His hand moved down into my blouse, slipping in to cup my breast over my bra and then slipping underneath it so his bare skin was on mine.
“And we’ll need to talk about your clothing,” he said, “Don’t think I didn’t notice how many buttons you had undone. Don’t think I didn’t notice how high you’d hiked up that skirt you’re wearing. You look like a fucking whore.”
I moaned, thrilling at him calling me that. Yeah, they were her clothes but I knew how to wear them better. I’d left the top few buttons undone to get a glimpse of that phenomenal cleavage of hers as it pressed at the fabric. I’d pulled the skirt up so you could just see the tops of my stockings when I took a nice long stride.
On the way here and on the way through the office I’d seen the men watching me. Some of them even gasped, thrilling at the fact that the hottest woman in the office was finally showing off a little.
I’d wanted to show off more. I’d wanted to give them more of a tease. I’d wanted them to need me, thrilling at it, but I wouldn’t do that anymore.
“I’ll be demure if you want, Mr. Malcolm,” I breathed, my lips brushing against his cock while I spoke, “I’ll dress nice and good for you, like a good girl. I’ll dress slutty for you, like a whore, if that’s what you want. I’ll do whatever you want, Sir. I’ll be your obedient secretary from here on out. I promise. You won’t ever need another woman after you’ve had me.”