All Sanya wanted was to quiet her mind. He needed something else to focus on. Needed to feel pain to forget everything else. She wanted her boss to spank her and fuck her till she was too exhausted to think about anything.

She wanted a distraction, not this humiliating display of her boss’ power over her; forcing her to kneel on the hard concrete floor instead of just helping her forget. Sanya wanted to be used for her boss’ pleasure so she could feel she’s good for something, even if it is just to be a fuck-hole.

Sanya could do that. She could keep quiet while her boss fucked her, her could whatever he wanted. She could be on her back or on all fours. She could ride him for hours, or push back into him like a bitch in heat. Her boss could bend her over the desk and break her. He could even have denied her her own release. She could hold her mouth as her boss fucks into her throat. Mouth open and choking and gaging. No thoughts to her own pleasure.

She could be slapped and whipped and used – but she can’t just sit here.

She swayed slightly on her knees, feeling a sharp sting in one of them as she shifts her weight.

“Be still.”

Stifling the urge to apologize and anger him even further, Santa tried to obey. Tried to respond with her body, centering her weight and being completely still. Stiller than a statue. She would hold her breathing if she could. Intead she took a deep breath in through her nose, and exhaled quietly out of his mouth.

“Good, Sanya. Very good.”

The praise that washed over Sanya was almost tangible, like a warm caress over her bare skin. She could do this. She focused that watmth, that heedy high in her veins rather than the pointed pain and pinch from the concrete. Her ankles were stiff and aching, and the pressure on her knees felt worse with each passing minute. But she was still. She was good.

Sh could be good for her boss. In the only way she could ever be.