The Toy Maker

I was on my knees over the stool, my ass facing towards the door, and waiting for my punishment. Jason stood behind me, eyeing every part of my exposed body. My cunt was already dripping onto the faux wood floors.

I saw him getting hard through his jeans and knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back much longer.

"You're really a piece of work, you know that?"

As soon as I started to reply, there were two fingers buried inside my pussy. He immediately started stroking my G-spot nearly making me moan, but I wasn't ready to give up control.

However, it's hard to have the upper hand when someone else's hand is stroking the most sensitive part of your body.

Jason stuck in another finger and sped up his assault, "Don't hold back your moan. I want the whole store to hear you beg for my cock." He forced my body against the stool, his grip snug around my neck.

The idea of being caught in such a provocative position made me shiver with pleasure. Jason was clearly determined to make me moan before he fucked me against the wall; His tongue toyed with my clit, circling slow enough to make me push my hips further onto his face.

My actions earned me a smack to my ass; The stinging only adding to the pleasure. I couldn't fight my moans any longer and suddenly the fitting room was playing the sounds of my defeat back to me.

I watched the pornographic scene unfold in the mirror; Jason taking me anyway he wanted to, giving me exactly what I wanted.

It wasn't long until the horny helper appeared in the reflection. Her eyes widened with awe as Jason dropped his pants; His throbbing cock was all the invitation I need to start taking it into my mouth.

I sucked him off while she watched me worship him on my knees. His groans encouraged me to keep forcing his member to the back of my throat.

After a few minutes he pulled me back by my hair, I cried out in surprise when he forced me against the mirror.

"Looks like we have an audience," He whispered, "I wonder how she'll react to seeing my cock pounding into your cunt."

My nipples rubbed against the glass with every movement; His breath on my neck nearly sent me over the edge. "Maybe I should just fuck her and let you watch."

I whimpered at the idea of seeing him dominate another woman in front of me.

"What's that?" He teased.

"Fuck me not her." I saw her body tense at my proclamation.

"You want my dick all to yourself?" He held my arms above my head and pressed his body against mine.

"Yes," I gasped at the sudden pressure, "I want your dick."

He picked me up and slammed me against the wall as I wrapped my legs around his torso. "Is this what you want?" I nodded desperately before he finally gave my body what it had been aching for.

I drug my nails along his back; Marking him for the girl to see while he nearly broke me in half. His lips sucked and bit the skin on my chest, no doubt leaving a trail of hickies.

I rubbed my clit against his body, chasing my orgasm until he forbid me from coming on his cock.

"You should be grateful that I'm screwing you after the stunt you pulled." Desperation clambered up my throat as I took my punishment. I fought to keep my climax at bay when I made eye contact with the nosy bitch. Her jaw was practically swinging at her feet when Jason came inside my quivering pussy. I whimpered as he pulled out and smirked at my defeated glance, "Such a needy whore."

****

After cleaning myself off and changing back into my boring clothes, I eagerly met Jason outside. The corner of his mouth twitched when he laid his eyes on me.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets then pulled them out. I must have struck a thousand poses in a pathetic attempt to look casual when deep down I could feel my heart fluttering. He lifted his thumb to my mouth and wiped the corner, "You had a little cu-"

"Thank you." I cut him off before he could finish and tried to hide so he couldn't see me turning red. His gaze remained on me until a cough startled us out of our trance.

"Will you be paying with cash or credit?" The girl fought for Jason's attention; I tapped my nails on the counter as she shamelessly twirled her hair.

"Cash." Jason paid the bill and listened as the girl droned on about a store card.

I had to continuously remind myself that I was a grown woman and throttling the slut was out of the question. When he finally turned down her advances and guided me out of the store I sighed in relief. "Where to now?" I asked as we weaved through the crowded mall.

"I was thinking food," He smirked, "I'm pretty sure I owe you breakfast."

Once we had gathered our food and won the only vacant table left on the premises I pretended not to notice the growing similarities to a date.

I cleared my throat, "So I thought we weren't equal." I could almost hear my high school counselor telling me that communication was the first step to happiness.

"I'm making an exception." He responded, not missing a beat, before meeting my eyes, "Just this once."

I rolled my eyes and he laughed, "What you haven't enjoyed our adventure?" His tone was meant to taunt me or distract me-maybe both.

"Unfortunately, this the highlight of my week." I made a mental note to tread carefully, he didn't need to know that my palms were sweaty whenever he was around. Jason furrowed his eyebrows, "Why's that?"

"My mom is in town and I'm never going to hear the end of my hideous apartment and secretive job," I explained.

"Why would you keep your job a secret?"

I stared at him, "Are you kidding? She'd have a stroke."

"If you don't terrify people a bit then what's the point?" "You don't know my mom."

"No, but I know mine," He said while chuckling. "I thought she was going to pull the shotgun off the wall and tear me a new asshole when I told her my plan to open my business."

"Oh, you mean the completely respectable sex-toy shop?" I couldn't help the sarcasm that trailed off my lips; It was a chronic condition.

Jason smirked, "I suppose it was kind of hard for her to face the Pastor on Sunday mornings after word got out."

"So you're religious then?"

"My family is."

"What about you?"

He sighed, "I think that you believe in God."

"Why do you thi-"

"If you don't then who are you calling out to when I fuck you?" Cheeky bastard. The worse part of dealing with an arrogant son of a bitch is knowing that he's right.

After our little chat, I made it my personal mission not to stare at him like a smitten schoolgirl for the rest of our shopping spree.

When we were finally done clearing out all the lingerie departments we could find it was a short ride back to PinkCherry where I was snuck in the back.

I surveyed his room and saw that it was empty. There were only two possible explanations; Either it really was his sister who left while Jason distracted me or I was a paranoid bitch. I wasn't a fan of the latter.

"Looking for something?" Jason must have noticed my puzzle expression.

I shook my head, "I should probably get out there." The girls would be wondering where I disappeared to and there is only so much lying a girl should do in a day.

He didn't stop me as I walked out the door and back into the world of glitz and girls. Everyone knows that fucking the boss is a bad idea but falling for him, now that's suicide.