Chapter 1

“Well I think that just about wraps things up regarding the Forbes case,” said Mr. Johnson from behind his huge desk. “Everyone has their action items. Any other questions or concerns?”

Bethany stood in front of the desk along with several of the other associates from the firm and law school students. She shook her head ‘no’ along side the others. 

“Alright then, you all may go,” he said. They all turned and started walking to the door. “Actually, Bethany please stay. I have some things to talk to you about privately.”

Malcolm Johnson was one of the partners at the law firm of Dewey, Cheatum, and Howe. The firm was definitely the most prestigious in the city and honestly one of the premier firms in the country. Bethany had been thrilled to land a part-time clerkship here during the latter part of her law school career. 

“You’ve been doing a really good job, Bethany,” he said as he walked past her and shut the door. “You’re very smart and have a great work ethic,” he said as he turned the bolt on the door, locking it. “You’ve been an asset to the team so I think that we may have a place for you here at the firm after graduation—if you’re interested,” he said as he walked back to where Bethany stood. 

“Thank you very much, Sir,” she replied. Her heart had started to beat faster as she clutched her leather folio containing her legal pad and papers to her chest. She felt the butterflies in her stomach as Malcolm went back around his desk. She could see the skyline of the city through the windows of his corner office behind him. 

Malcolm was in his forties with graying hair and a ruggedly handsome face with a well-groomed grayish beard. He was clad in an obviously expensive and impeccably tailored suit. He was slim and fit, honestly looking younger than his real age. Bethany had always thought that he was quite attractive. 

Bethany was wearing her simple business attire, a gray pencil skirt and a light blue silk blouse. On her feet were one of her favorite pairs of strappy Louboutin pumps. She wore a tasteful necklace with the small locket that her fiancé Charles had given to her, as well as her engagement ring on her left hand and the small feminine Rolex watch that her parents had given her as a graduation present. She had dark brown hair and blue eyes just like her younger sister, Samantha. She had put her hair up into a professional bun like she normally did.

Bethany had not worked directly with Mr. Johnson very much and had never been alone with him like this. She was well aware, though, that he was a very powerful, very senior member of the Inner Circle. Charles had mentioned yesterday evening that Malcolm had contacted him and expressed interest in her. Both Bethany and Charles were also members of the Inner Circle so she was pretty sure what that meant. 

“Since you started working on the case I’ve wanting to get some private time with you,” he said as he opened his desk drawer and reached inside. “I contacted your fiancé as a courtesy and he gave his consent,” said Malcolm as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer and set them on the desk. “Although I suppose I didn’t really need to ask,” he said with a wry smile. 

Bethany’s breathing started to quicken as she looked at the cuffs. This was really happening. She felt her heart race as she watched him take off his suit jacket and hang it on the back of his chair then loosen his tie. Malcolm picked up the handcuffs and walked around the desk to Bethany. “I’ll take that,” he said as he reached for the black leather folio that she was still clutching. She handed it to him and he set it on the corner of the huge desk. “By the way, my office has been completely sound-proofed, so no need to worry about that,” he said as he turned back to her.

As he stepped behind her she felt more butterflies in her stomach. She knew the rules of the Inner Circle—to refuse him would have consequences. His hand grasped one of her wrists, pulling it behind her and then she felt the the metal of the cuff as it clicked into place. He did the same on the other side. She felt a wave of excitement now that her hands were securely cuffed behind her back. 

“That’s better,” Malcolm said as one of his hands reached down and grabbed her ass. She felt the gentle squeeze of his fingers and started to get more excited.

“I am a woman of the Inner Circle. You may use me any way that you wish, Sir,” she said as she turned her head to speak to him behind her. “My body and all my holes are available for you as you see fit.”

“Indeed they are,” he said with a smile as his arm snaked around her waste and he pressed himself up against her. She found her arousal grow as his strong arm pulled her close. She felt his breath on her neck and the hair stood up. 

“I’ve heard that you’ve taken our new intern, Mia, as your pet,” Malcolm said as he kissed her neck and his hand moved up to cup her breast through her blouse. She felt the moisture start to form between her legs as he gently squeezed and kneaded her tit. 

“That’s true,” replied Bethany in a husky voice as she felt his hand come up to her other breast.  She moved her cuffed hands and felt the bulge in his crotch. She started to gently fondle him through his slacks. Mia was the new intern and also an Inner Circle member. Since Bethany was a higher ranking member she was allowed to take Mia and make her a sex slave, just as Bethany had been made to be a subservient sex doll many times by those that outranked her. 

“She was very good at sucking my cock, so I can imagine she’s also good at licking your pussy,” said Malcolm as one of his hands slid down her belly to her groin. She could slightly smell his cologne as his face came up and gently kissed her cheek. The soft stubble of his beard felt good on her skin. His hand slid between her legs and started to gently rub her groin. She heard herself let out a sigh as she closed her eyes and relished his hands on her.

Bethany could feel herself start to involuntarily start to grind her hips against his hand. She could feel Malcolm’s erection grow stiffer as she stimulated him with her cuffed hands. His other hand squeezed her breast with just the right amount of strength—not too hard, but firm enough to let her know he was in control and could do what he wanted.  

Malcolm’s hands came up and started unbuttoning her blouse. When it was completely open he briefly grasped her breasts and massaged them through her bra. Then he pulled the cups down, freeing her tits. He once again grasped them as he kissed her neck. She leaned her head to the side as she moaned. She could could feel herself getting more slick.

Malcolm gently bit her neck as his fingers found her nipples. As they swirled around the buds his fingers felt like they were electric against her bare skin. After tickling her nipples he suddenly took them between his fingers and pinched hard. Bethany jumped as the pain shot through her but he released them straight away. Once again, he was demonstrating that he could do whatever he wanted—giving her pain or pleasure as it suited him.

His hands left her breasts and found that zipper on the back of her skirt. He deftly unzipped it and then gave her skirt a few tugs so that it fell to the floor. Bethany stepped out of it and kicked it away slightly. His hands once again came to her buttocks, now touching her bare skin. He started kissing the other side of her neck as he kneaded her ass cheek with one hand and the other snaked around her waist. 

Malcolm’s fingers slid down her belly beneath her navel, finding the waistband of her thong. She felt his fingers slip beneath the fabric and slid down to her groin. “Mmm,” he said softly next to her ear as his hand cupped her mound. “Smooth and bald as it should be. I see that you are compliant with all of the rules of the Circle.”

Malcolm’s other hand went back to her breast as his right slid further down, his finger gently sliding between her soft folds. She felt her breathing quickening and she gasped when his finger found her clitoris. Her heart beat faster as he started to gently slide the tip of his finger across it, sending waves of pleasure through her. Once again she felt herself start to move her hips in rhythm with his finger, trying to get more stimulation.

He pulled his hand away from her crotch and Bethany felt herself moan slightly in frustration. He held up his finger in front of her face. “Look at how wet you are already, you little slut,” he said with a slight chuckle. He pressed his finger against her lips and Bethany opened her mouth to take in the digit. She sucked on his finger, tasting herself.

“I think that you I’m ready for you to suck on something else,” he said as he pulled his hand back and released her. He reached around and guided her in front of a large leather armchair in the corner. As Malcolm unbuckled his belt Bethany dropped to her knees in front of him. He reached down and pulled out his erect cock which pointed straight at her face. Obviously no performance problems for him.

Malcolm sat down on the chair and leaned back, sliding his rear to the edge of the cushion, presenting himself to her. Bethany looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “My I please suck your cock and swallow your cum, sir?” she asked in a breathy voice, trying to sound as sexy as possible. 

“Yes, you may,” he replied with a smile. Bethany leaned down, her head moving to his groin. She opened her mouth and slowly took him inside it. She gently sucked and started to slowly move her head back and forth, feeling the head slide across her soft, warm tongue. Her saliva coated Malcolm’s cock as her head bobbed. She looked up and saw him looking down at her, his eyes glazed with pleasure.

Bethany took her mouth off of his cock and moved to his balls. Her tongue lapped across the smooth skin of his freshly shaved scrotum. She took one of his balls into her mouth and gently sucked on it, then did the same to the other. She then took Malcom’s cock back into her mouth and once again began to fellate him.

“Are you a little slut who loves to suck cock?” he asked playful tone. She looked up at him and released his cock from her mouth.

“I am a little slut who loves to suck cock and swallow,” she replied smiling up at him in the sexiest voice she could muster. He smiled approvingly and she took him back into her mouth.

Bethany felt her throat muscles relax and Malcolm’s cock slide into her throat as she moved her head back and forth. She took a deep breath and pushed her head forward, feeling his cock slide deep into her esophagus. Her nose touched the skin of his belly as she heard him moan with pleasure.

Malcolm’s hand moved to the back of her head and pressed down, keeping her from pulling back. Bethany began to feel hungry for air as the cock remained deep in her throat as his hand pushed down. She gagged slightly and a slight feeling of panic rushed through her. Just as she felt as it was too much his hand released her head. 

Bethany pulled back and took in a big gasp of air. Before she could do anything else Malcolm’s hands grabbed her head and slammed her back on his cock. The head of it once again slid deep into her throat and her nose was pressed against him. The seconds ticked by as she felt his hands hold her head down, the pressure unrelenting. Her eyes started to well up as her lungs began to scream or air. She could feel herself start to choke and just as she thought that she might black out he released her.

Bethany gasped as she pulled her head back, the air rushing in to fill her lungs. Mercifully, Malcolm did not push her head down a third time. As she panted, he chuckled, amused by her ordeal. “That’s a tight throat you’ve got there,” he remarked. “I think I want to sample another tight hole.”

Malcolm stood up as Bethany caught her breath and then he helped her to her feet. He guided her to the desk and then pushed her up against it. His hand pushed her torso down and she felt the cool hard wood of the huge desk against her breasts as she laid down on it. He grasped her cuffed wrists with one hand and pushed them up on her back. 

As he held Bethany’s torso down Malcolm pulled his arm back and planted a firm slap on her right buttock. Bethany jumped and tried not to squeal. A hard slap then came down on her left side. Bethany whimpered as the spanks rained down, willing herself not to struggle. After a few more slaps the blows stopped. 

Bethany’s ass burned. She was sure that her skin was a bit red but Malcolm probably had not hit her hard enough to leave any long-lasting marks. As the stinging subsided he gently rubbed the skin of her butt, soothing it. She was almost embarrassed how wet that spanking had made her—she felt as though the moisture was running down her thighs.

Bethany felt Malcolm pull her thong out of the way and his hand slide between her cheeks to her sex, where once again his fingers slid in between the slick folds of her slit. His finger moved back and forth, gently rubbing her pleasure bud as she moaned in approval.

Malcolm removed his hand and stepped behind Bethany. She could feel the head of his cock push against the opening of her wet hole. He slowly pushed forward and the head and shaft slid into her. She gasped as she felt him enter and she felt herself slowly stretch to accommodate him. He was a good size but he went slow so she wasn’t uncomfortable. She almost wished that he would be more rough with her.

Malcolm’s hips started moving back and forth as he thrusted into Bethany. His cock felt so good as it slid in and out. She felt her pussy clench in rhythm with him as he started pounding her harder. She could feel his fingers dig into the skin of her hips as he railed her. She felt so full when he slid all the way in and she could feel her arousal grow. 

“Do you like that, you little whore?” he asked through gritted teeth as his hips slammed into her over and over.

“I love it, Sir,” she moaned in reply. “Please fuck me harder!”

After a few more thrusts, Bethany felt Malcolm pull out and give her ass a couple of light slaps. She immediately got up, spun around and dropped to her knees. He jammed his cock into her open mouth and she could taste her juices. His started thrusting his hips, fucking her face. She tried not to gag, making a pussy for him with her lips and tongue. Almost immediately she heard him grunt and felt his dick pulsate as it spurted blobs of semen into her mouth. She struggled to keep the large load in her mouth and not spill any.

The pulsations subsided and Malcolm slowly pulled his cock out of Bethany’s mouth. As he looked down she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, showing him the warm, salty liquid that coated her tongue. “Very good. You may swallow,” he said as he smiled down at her.

Bethany closed her mouth and swallowed, sending the load down into her belly. She opened her mouth and showed him it was empty. “Thank you for the gift of your cum in my mouth,” she said, “It was delicious.”

“You’re welcome,” said Malcolm as he reached down to help her up. He fastened his pants and  buckled his belt before reaching for the handcuff key. He took Bethany’s wrists, unlocking the cuffs and freeing her. He reached down and picked up her skirt, handing it to her as she put her bra and panties back in place. “I think that you’ll fit in well here and that you’ll be a real asset to the firm,” he added as she buttoned her blouse. 

“Thank you, Sir,” replied Bethany as she fixed her skirt and zipped it. “I’m happy to do what’s best for the firm and any of my betters in the Inner Circle.”

As she collected herself, making sure she was presentable and that it was not obvious that she had just been fucked he handed her her folio. 

“Maybe next time we can get Mia involved,” he said with a smile.

“Whatever pleases you, Sir,” she replied with a smile. “I live to serve.”

***

Bethany unlocked the door and stepped into the entryway of the stylish townhome. The rest of her day had been uneventful but she had a lot of work to finish so she wasn’t surprised to see that Charles had beat her home. “I’m home!” she called out as she put her keys in the tray and hung her purse on the rack. 

“Hi!” Charles called back from upstairs, “Mia’s already here.”

Bethany smiled, thinking of her pet as she walked up the stairs. As she walked into the living room she saw Charles sitting there, already having changed into some casual clothes. Beside him on the floor knelt Mia. She was nude and wearing a tightly laced arm-binder which pinned her arms behind her back. Around her neck was a tight leather collar. A leather blindfold obscured her eyes and a red ball gag sat between her teeth. 

“Nice!” Bethany exclaimed. “Thanks for coming over, Mia,” she said as she walked over to the couch and sat down beside her. Mia nodded and tried to smile through her gag. “Thanks for getting her ready for me,” she said to Charles as she reached out and stroked Mia’s dark hair which was pulled up into a bun. 

“How was your day?” asked Charles. “How did everything go with Mr. Johnson?”

“Fine really,” replied Bethany as her fingers trailed over Mia’s naked skin. “He was actually a good lover. He spanked me a little bit but other than that he was surprisingly gentle with me,” she added.

“That’s good,” said Charles in response, sounding relieved. “Sometimes it’s hard not to get jealous of higher ranking members of the Inner Circle,” he remarked. “But if we follow the rules and do well we will keep advancing.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” said Bethany as her hand slid down to gently cup Mia’s breast. “I was hoping to be able to orgasm when he was fucking me but that didn’t happen so I’m a little pent up,” she said with a smile as she gently caressed Mia. “I thought about going to the ladies’ room to rub one out but I didn’t,” she said.

“Good girl! You know the rules,” said Charles with a smile.

“I sure do,” replied Bethany. “Masturbation is forbidden. No orgasm without permission.”

“You got it,” said Charles. “I say we go to the bed room and get you naked and tied up really tight so Mia can go to work on that pussy of yours with her cute little mouth. Would you like that Mia?”

Mia nodded and replied, “Um-hmm,” through her gag.

“I wonder how many orgasms we can wring out of Bethany,” said Charles as he stood up and patted Mia on the head. He pulled on her leash as he helped her stand up. “Then I think I’ll keep Bethany tied up and let her watch while I fuck you. How does that sound?” Mia nodded again.

“Sounds good to me too,” said Bethany as she stood up and started to unbutton her blouse.