There was no way I could ever be connected to him.
John was such a perfect person.
Handsome.
Excellent at his job, and highly trusted by the upper management.
It was only a matter of time before he would be promoted at an unusually young age.
Many female employees admired John.
I was one of them.
But I was just an ordinary woman, not particularly beautiful or talented.
Without a miracle, I would never have any involvement with John in my life.
That's what I thought.
However, that miracle came suddenly.
At a company drinking party, I got drunk.
Even though it was an amount of alcohol that I would never normally get drunk on, I must have been extremely tired that day.
To my surprise, John offered to take me home.
I remember being helped by my colleagues and getting into John's car...
But after that, I lost my memory, and when I came to, I was on a bed in an unfamiliar room.
"Where am I...?"
Looking around, I realized it was a love hotel.
And there was John, sitting on a sofa, drinking wine and watching me.
"Are you awake? You seemed to have drunk quite a lot," John said gently.
He stood up, approached me, and looked into my face.
"You're really cute... Sorry, but I can't hold back. Please entertain me," he said.
I couldn't understand the meaning of his words and was confused.
The next moment, John kissed me.
It was so sudden that my mind went blank.
After a while, he pulled away and sat down next to me.
"You're so cute that I wanted to keep you. I've had an SM fetish for a long time," he said.
With that, John put his hand under my skirt.
I shivered as I felt his touch through my stockings.
"J-John...!?"
"I put a little bit of medicine in your drink. I'm sorry," he said.
He traced my slit with his fingers, and waves of pleasure washed over me.
"Ah...!"
I tried to hold back, but the stimulation was too strong, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.
As John's hand movements became more intense, a hot sensation began to rise from deep within my body.
(No... I can't...!)
"Ahhh!!"
I reached my climax and collapsed.
But without giving me a moment to rest, John started caressing me again.
This time, he reached for my chest.
He unbuttoned my blouse, moved my bra aside, and began to fondle me directly.
Every time he pinched my now sensitive nipples, I let out sweet breaths.
He licked my neck and sides, and the pleasure coursing through my body made me feel like I was going to lose consciousness.
I couldn't muster the strength to resist.
As he continued to play with me, my lower body began to heat up again.
Noticing this, John stood up and reached for his belt.
The sound of the buckle echoed as he took off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.
"Do you want it?"
He whispered in my ear.
I was too embarrassed to answer.
"You're so shy. But I'm being so honest," he said with a chuckle.
He rubbed my soaked panties again.
I knew I was already drenched.
Being pointed out made me feel incredibly embarrassed.
"Shall I take you now?"
With that, John gently began to undress me.
I could resist if I wanted to.
But I couldn't.
John looked satisfied as he saw me naked.
"You're beautiful..."
He slowly spread my legs and positioned himself between them.
Then he slowly entered me.
Every time John moved his hips, a shock ran through me, reaching my brain.
He thrust deeply and then stirred the entrance slowly.
The alternating pace left me completely bewildered.
After a while, his movements became more intense.
The sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet noises from our union filled the room.
The obscene melody completely shattered my reason.
Before I knew it, I started moving my hips, seeking more pleasure.
Noticing my change, John accelerated his movements.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
"John... I can't... I'm going to...!"
As I shouted, John stopped his movements as if he had been waiting for those words.
"Why... did you stop..."
Before I could finish, John spoke.
"If you want to come, beg for it."
"I can't say that..."
"If you don't, we'll stay like this forever. Is that okay?"
He asked with a mischievous smile.
He moved his hips lightly, stimulating me just enough to keep me from reaching my climax.
(No... I can't take it anymore...!)
"Please... let me come...!"
I abandoned my shame and begged.
But even then, John didn't allow it.
"You have to say 'Please let me come, Master,'" he said.
"What...?"
"I want to keep you. From now on, you'll be my sex slave. Is that okay?"
As soon as I heard those words, a shiver ran down my spine.
The masochist within me was awakening.
I had no choice.
John waited silently for my words.
I couldn't wait to release this ache.
I finally gave in.
I said the words John wanted to hear.
"Please let me come... Master..."
Hearing that, John smiled and started moving his hips again.
"Well done," he said.
The intense thrusting made my moans louder.
And finally, the moment came.
As his tip pressed against my cervix, my vision went white, and I felt like I was going to lose consciousness.
At the same time, my vagina convulsed violently, and I squirted a large amount of love juice.
The pleasure was so intense that I nearly passed out from the climax.
My body convulsed violently, then went limp.
"Thank you. From now on, let's get along," John said, hugging me tightly.
Fin.
