His Collared Intern's After-Hours Leather Training
Boss trains his eager 22-year-old collared intern with strict leather bondage and rough sex after hours.
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The last employees had trickled out of the sleek downtown offices of Kane & Associates by seven-thirty. Sophie waited at her desk in the open bullpen until the silence settled like a heavy curtain. Her heart hammered so hard she was sure the sound echoed off the glass walls. At exactly seven forty-five she stood, smoothed her tight black pencil skirt, and walked on shaky legs to Mr. Kane’s corner office.
He was already waiting behind the wide walnut desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to reveal thick forearms. The moment she crossed the threshold he rose and locked the door with a decisive click. The sound sent a bolt of heat straight between her legs.
“Lock it from your side as well, Sophie.”
She obeyed, turning the deadbolt with trembling fingers. When she faced him again, Mr. Kane held the thick black leather collar in both hands. The heavy stainless buckle glinted under the low recessed lights. Without a word he stepped close enough that she could smell his cologne—dark cedar and crisp linen. He fastened the collar around her slender throat with practiced care, snug but not tight, then snapped the small padlock shut. The weight of it, the finality of that click, made her knees soften.
“Strip,” he ordered, voice low and calm. “Everything except the heels and the collar. Fold your clothes neatly on the chair.”
Sophie’s breath caught. She had signed the contract two weeks ago—eight pages of explicit consent, limits, safe words, and after-hours training clauses. Still, nothing prepared her for the rush of vulnerability as she peeled off her silk blouse, unhooked her lace bra, and stepped out of her skirt and thong. The cool air kissed her bare skin. Her nipples tightened instantly. When she was completely naked except for the four-inch black patent heels and the thick band of leather circling her neck, she stood straight, shoulders back, hands at her sides.
Mr. Kane circled her slowly. His gaze traveled over her perky breasts, the smooth plane of her stomach, the trimmed patch of dark hair above her already glistening pussy, and the firm curve of her ass. Each pass of his eyes felt like a physical touch.
“Tonight I’m going to train that eager little body of yours,” he said, voice smooth as aged whiskey. “I’m going to teach your mouth exactly how deep I want it. I’m going to redden this perfect ass until you drip down your thighs. Then I’m going to strap you into a leather harness that frames those pretty tits and locks your wrists high between your shoulder blades so you can’t hide anything from me. You’re going to take every inch of my cock in whatever hole I choose, and you’re going to thank me for it. Do you understand, collared intern?”