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“Now, grab your ankles and stay like that,” her boss said as he took a step forward, caressing her ass as he admired her. Tara was too weak to admit that out loud, but she loved the way his gaze danced on her body when she was dressed like this. 

It helped her to feel less like an impostor, and more like a true, sophisticated city girl. A city girl who decided not to wear any panties just because she felt like it. 

She grabbed her ankles just like he requested, glad that she didn’t have to fake any kind of distress. Her boss already knew about her powers, so it wouldn’t be surprising for him for her not to show any strain as she followed the tricky request, showing the flexibility of a professional gymnast. 

As for faking some kind of distress to make it more fun for her boss, she ignored that immediately. Not because the idea wasn’t tempting, but because it would be lying to her boss. 

And, she didn’t want to do such a reprehensible thing. 

“Not bad,” he said as he caressed her ass with one hand, his touch enough to feel like her skin was burning, her invulnerability doing nothing to reduce the impact of his touch. Just by his touch, she could feel her heartbeat quickening and her wetness growing … and, when she caught a glimpse of him removing his belt from the mirror, her excitement compounded even further. 

She didn’t do anything to be punished … but there was no harm in some preventative education. 

She tensed and closed her eyes, preparing herself for the hit. It wouldn’t hurt any more than a stinging sensation, but still … however, as she kept her eyes closed, the belt touched somewhere else. 

Right at her ankle before moving to the side to the wrist as well. Just like that, she found herself immobilized and helpless. Well, technically, she could just use her power and save herself from the situation … but that would require her destroying something that belonged to her boss. 

Unacceptable. 

“Let’s pin you in place, to make sure you can’t just change your position, and compromise our testing of your skirt,” he said teasingly even as he tightened her binding even more. On anyone else, it would have been a challenging and claustrophobic situation, a challenging position further enhanced by bonds they couldn’t escape. 

For Tara, it was the reverse. She not only didn’t feel any strain, but also, if she wanted, she could snap that belt into two with next to no effort … leaving only the pleasure she could derive from the situation. 

Her breathing quickened, but that was nothing to with the discomfort. Instead, it was about the way her boss positioned herself behind her, caressing her ass gently, making her wetness gush. She could feel a drop traveling down her leg before it was absorbed by her new stockings. 

An amazing sensation, one that only enhanced as his hands moved to her waist, still under her skirt, dragging it up. “Garter belt looks good on you. We need to buy more,” he said in a casual tone, one that contrasted greatly by his presence behind her, pressing his bulge against her ass. 

Much better than a mere touch.  

She abandoned herself to the pleasure, enjoying the way he aggressively pushed forward, teasing her. She whimpered. 

And, just like that, a hard spank landed on her ass, the punishment freezing her. “S-sir,” she whispered, aroused and confused at the same time. 

“Don’t forget that we’re in a public location. If you don’t keep your voice down, we might get caught. Do you want to be dragged to a police station dressed like this?” 

With that, she froze, realizing that she had forgotten that important detail. She wanted to answer, but only a desperate whimper left her mouth. 

“Exactly. From there on no making any sound or…” he said, his voice threatening. She wanted to keep her growing excitement at the prospect of more punishment. “Or we stop,” he completed. 

“S-stop,” she whispered unable to keep her voice down. “H-how long?”

“Oh, don’t worry, just until we return to the bar,” he said, and she felt herself relax … until his next words. “Of course, we still have a lot of shopping to do.” 

She said nothing, just took a breath, and bit her lips, ready to keep herself from moaning, no matter what. She couldn’t wait all day for it … not with the way her body was burning. 

She just needed to stay silent. 

Simple. 

Or, not so simple, she corrected as she heard a rustling sound before he pressed against her core, this time with no fabric to block his warmth. Her hips reached automatically as she did her best to rub against him, desperate to take him in. 

Unfortunately, her bindings made that task harder than it would have been otherwise. He shifted his hips, rocking them in a way that sapped her willpower. She wanted to moan, she wanted to cry, she wanted to beg for more. 

But, somehow, she managed to stay silent even as his hips danced at a steady pace, teasing her entrance without taking an inch more. She bit her lips even harder to keep her voice down … but it was getting harder and harder. 

Not just due to the way he almost invaded her again and again, but by the way he played with her garter belt. Slowly tugging, playing, and teasing, he showed just how much he enjoyed it on her. 

She should certainly buy more the moment she received her first salary. 

However, just as she was starting to lose herself in her shopping plans, her boss changed his pace rapidly. A sudden tightening of his grab was her only answer as he invaded her core mercilessly, and the pleasure blossomed. 

Every inch of her body burned with a sudden explosion, her insides boiling with pleasure. 

Yet, somehow, she managed to keep herself from moaning in pleasure. It was the hardest thing she had ever achieved … making her bite her lips hard enough to actually hurt despite her powers, but she didn’t make any sound other than a soft guttural sound. 

For a moment, she was afraid that it was enough to violate his rule of silence. “Naughty,” he said, confirming that indeed that was the case, but he was merciful enough not to stop. “Now, let’s see if this skirt could handle some heavy-duty work,” he followed as he tightened his grip. 

And, used it as a harness as he invaded her mercilessly, each second pushing her to a next level of pleasure. It was an incredible wave of pleasure, one that gave her a new perspective on everything. She felt herself tighten around his girth as he drilled, doing his best to counter that inclination … and succeeding spectacularly. 

With every hit, her body swayed, and soon, her breasts escaped from the tyranny of the pleasure completely. “You can free yourself from your bindings,” he offered. 

She pushed her arms, and the belt snapped easily under her power. As she tried to rise, he grabbed her hips once more and dragged her to the only seat in the room. He sat down, and pulled her on his lap. 

Right in front of the mirror. With her misaligned clothing, with her distorted face, and with her widened legs that were showing exactly what was going on, it was the most whorish sight she had ever seen. 

It was hard to think that it was her that was in the mirror. 

She closed her eyes, and immediately received a spank. “Open your eyes,” her boss ordered, his whisper enough to send shivers through her body. 

She followed his order and looked at the mirror once again, suppressing her desire to raise her hands to cover her wanton breasts just as she was suppressing her desire to moan desperately. 

Helpless, she watched the pornographic show she had starred in, the reflection not leaving the slightest doubt about the true nature of the show she had on display. She lost herself in the pleasure as she watched her hips move up and down desperately, out of control. 

“I’m about to cum,” he said as he grabbed her hair hard, pulling her head back as he kissed her neck. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. After all, it was not a question, but a statement. 

One that required no action from her. Well, no additional action, she corrected herself as her hips danced wildly, dragging her reward closer and closer … until he twitched inside her, followed by a warm flood that triggered her climax. 

This time, she failed to hold back her moan … but her precious boss foresaw that, and his lips pressed against hers to suppress her voice. 

Once he pulled back, she looked at the mirror, taking a glimpse of herself. A short skirt bunched around her waist to show her stockings and garter belt, a blouse that turned completely transparent due to sweating, and a bra that had pulled too low to be useful … she already looked like a hooker without considering his … thing … was still inside her, throbbing while his seed started to ooze out of her. 

“You will make an excellent secretary,” he whispered. 

A simple compliment, yet it made her feel just as much pleasure as the events prior.

She smiled. “Thanks, sir.” 

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