It was still dark outside as Tyson Corley rushed out the door of his luxury penthouse condo to embark on his commute to work. He caught an Uber easily at this hour and directed the driver north to the law offices of Wainright, Corley and Mann. No one else was ever there this early. One would think that nepotism would count for something toward Tyson’s goal to make partner, but his father had never been big on tradition. If anything, Tyson had to work twice as hard as the other associate attorneys in order to be acknowledged.

He was good, he knew he was, but his father didn’t want anyone thinking that Tyson had ridden his coattails to success. He wanted his son to be known for his winning record, his work ethic, his moral convictions, and his dedication to his clients.

When he arrived at his building, he paid the driver, giving him a generous tip. He proceeded through the lobby and up the escalator. Arriving at his destination, he fumbled for his keys, but when he went to unlock the door he found that it was already open.

???? ??? ????? he thought to himself. He cautiously let himself in. He surveyed his surroundings and saw that there was a light on in his office. He stood still and observed for a moment. It wasn’t long before he saw a woman, a very attractive woman, come into view. She seemed to be looking through his files. He wondered what she was looking for.

He crept closer, and when he reached his open office door he asked in a nonchalant manner, “May I help you?”

She spun around, dropping a case file from one hand and a cup of coffee from the other and screamed. “Mr. Corley! I’m so sorry!” she said as she bent to pick up the papers, now soaked in a puddle of coffee. He couldn’t help but admire her generous cleavage from this angle.

“God damn it,” he growled, “who the hell are you, and why are you in my office?”

She stopped what she was doing, stood up, and put out her hand. “I’m Giselle, your new paralegal. Didn’t Jim tell you?” she purred.

???? he thought incredulously. No one called his father by that name but his oldest friends.

“No,” he said coldly, “??? didn’t mention it.” They stood there staring at one another. He walked to his desk without taking her hand. This was going to be a long, but interesting, day.

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“Giselle!” Tyson yelled. He had been looking for the woman for a good five minutes before spotting her on the bookcase ladder. She turned her head slowly to make eye contact.

“Yes, Mr. Corley?” She didn’t move otherwise and from where he was standing, he could see straight up her very short, very tight skirt. He drew a breath in as he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her legs were tan and shapely, and that skirt hugged her Ass and tiny waist like a second skin. He felt himself beginning to grow hard.

?????, ??? ? ????! he thought to himself. “Have you done something with the Engler file?” he asked her. “I can’t find it anywhere.”

She slowly backed down the ladder, which wasn’t an easy task in 4 inch heels. Upon reaching the floor she turned to face him. She stood a bit closer to him than she needed to and touched his arm. “Come with me. I’ll show you.”

Taking his hand, she led him through the maze of cubicles where the other paralegals sat. He let her guide him and caught the scent of her perfume. ????, he groaned to himself, ???’? ????????????.

When they got to his office, she motioned toward the couch and said, “Have a seat. I’ll get it for you.” She closed his office door. She went to the file cabinet, her back to him, and bent over to rifle through the files. The cheeks of her shapely bottom were visible as the hem of her skirt crept up. ??? ??? ?? ?? ????? ?? ????, ??????

As he continued to take in the view, she turned around with the file in hand and approached him slowly. “Mr. Corley,” she asked in a low, husky voice, “are you alright? You look flushed.”

He took her wrist and pulled her toward him. “What kind of game are you playing, Miss Giselle?”

“I don’t play games, Mr. Corley. I’m here to assist you with any needs you may have.”

They stayed that way for a moment, eyes locked, the heat between them palpable. He stood up slowly and rotated his body so that she was the one closest to the couch.

“Sit down, Giselle, and spread your legs.” He was going to see just how far she would go. She did as she was told. He knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her bare thighs.

“Unbutton your blouse.” She looked him in the eye and smiled at him as she began to unbutton one, then another, then all of the buttons on her blouse. She didn’t look away for a second. She barely even blinked. His eyes devoured her full breasts straining against a flimsy lace bra.

He was hard now, very hard. With one hand he reached for her and pushed the bra up, freeing her firm, perfect tits. Long, pink nipples pointed at him from large areolas that made his mouth water. They were erect, but he didn’t know if this was due to the cold or excitement. His other hand ran up her thigh, and when he felt the slickness at her opening, he knew it was from the latter. He roughly jammed two fingers into her Pussy and she screamed. He quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. “Be quiet and don’t move,” he whispered in her ear. “Do you understand?” She nodded, and he slowly removed his hand.

He continued to violate her, in and out, feeling her wetness grow. With his other hand he pinched, pulled and squeezed her nipples and breasts. She sat with her eyes closed, still and quiet. It wasn’t long though before her body began to tremble. He could feel her Pussy clamping down on his fingers and sucking them deeper inside of her. Her beautiful face contorted, and she opened her mouth to scream again, but this time he covered it with his and bit down on her lower lip. As his fingers continued fucking her violently, he moved his head to suck and bite her nipples. He was marking her as his.

At the peak of her Orgasm, he grasped Giselle by the throat and commanded, “Cum! Cum for me, Slut!” and this pushed her over the edge. He watched in awe as she panted and writhed and thrust her pelvis forward over and over as she rode his sopping wet fingers.

Slowly, her body relaxed, and he removed his fingers, covered in her now. He placed those fingers in her mouth and whispered to her, “Suck.” She did as she was told and groaned. He removed his fingers from her lipstick smeared mouth. “Giselle,” he whispered in her ear. “You are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?” She looked at him lustfully and nodded.

“Your time here as my paralegal is finished, but you will serve me nonetheless. You will be paid handsomely for your time. Do you understand what I am saying, Giselle?”

With a smirk and a sparkle in her eye, Giselle nodded. “I am to be your whore.”

She understood perfectly.