A few weeks later, Sal called Violet into his study, a wolfish grin on his face. "I've decided to put your skills to better use," he said, voice dripping with innuendo. "I want you to be my new secretary."

Violet's stomach dropped at the news, though she kept her face carefully blank. The thought of being Sal's assistant, with his hands all over her all day, made her feel sick.

But what choice did she have? She needed to stay close to him, find out his weaknesses and plot an escape for herself and Michael.

So she merely nodded demurely, lowering her eyes. "Yes, sir. I'd be happy to assist you."

Sal's grin widened, eyes glinting with dark promise. "Oh, I have no doubt you'll be an...asset in the office. Now come here and let me break in my new secretary properly."

He crooked a finger at her and Violet had no choice but to obey, approaching his desk like a lamb to the slaughter. She could feel his eyes raking over her body appreciatively, taking in the tight pencil skirt and low-cut blouse he'd ordered her to wear.

When she reached him, he yanked her down onto his lap, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. "First things first," he growled, nipping at her neck possessively. "Let's get you acquainted with your new work environment."

He shoved a hand up her skirt, calloused fingers brushing against her bare pussy. Violet gasped at the contact, feeling a traitorous spark of arousal despite her revulsion.

Sal chuckled darkly, feeling the dampness gathering between her legs. "So wet already," he taunted, pushing a finger inside her easily. "You're such a desperate little whore for me."

Violet bit her lip hard, trying to stifle a moan as he pumped his finger in and out of her. Her cheeks burned with humiliation but she knew better than to resist.

This was her life now,nothing more than a plaything for Sal's twisted amusement. And the worst part was, some sick part of her was starting to enjoy it.

Sal continued to finger-fuck her roughly, using his other hand to unzip his trousers. He freed his hard cock, stroking it idly as he watched her face.

"Suck it," he commanded, pushing her to her knees on the carpet. "Get me nice and wet for that sweet cunt of yours."

Violet didn't hesitate, leaning forward to take him into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the thick length of him, feeling him throb against her lips.

"Fuck yes," Sal groaned, fisting a hand in her hair. "Such a good little cocksucker. I knew you'd be perfect as my secretary."

He fucked her face ruthlessly, holding her in place as he pistoned in and out of her mouth. Violet fought the urge to gag and choke, relaxing her throat to take him deep.

Sal seemed to know exactly how far he could push her before she reached her limit. And God help her, but Violet found herself craving that edge of pain and pleasure, that thin line between submission and destruction.

Finally he pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath. She watched through lidded eyes as he rolled a condom onto his impressive length.

"Turn around and bend over the desk," he ordered gruffly. "Let me see that pretty ass while I fuck you senseless."

Violet complied, hiking up her skirt and presenting herself to him like a bitch in heat. She could feel his eyes boring into her exposed flesh, taking in the sight of her wet slit glistening in the light.

"Beg for it," he said, running a finger along her seam, making her shudder. "Beg me to fill this cunt with my cock."

Violet hesitated only a moment before giving in to his demands. "Please," she whimpered, humiliated by how much she wanted this. "Please fuck me, sir. I need your cock inside me. I'm yours, all yours."

And with that admission, Sal plunged into her with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her dripping pussy.

Violet screamed as he filled her completely, hands scrabbling for purchase against the smooth surface of the desk. He started a relentless pace right away, pounding into her with animalistic grunts of pleasure.

"Fuck, so tight," he panted, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Squeezing my cock so good. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be my personal fucktoy."

Violet could only whimper and moan as he railed her, feeling his thick length stretching her deliciously. The desk creaked under the force of his thrusts, threatening to collapse under their combined weight.

She could feel another climax building fast, her walls clenching around him desperately. "Please," she begged shamelessly. "I'm so close. I need to come on your cock."

Sal grinned in reply, reaching around to furiously rub her clit. The stimulation sent Violet over the edge and she came with a strangled cry, seeing stars behind her eyelids.

Sal followed soon after with a moan of completion, grinding into her as he emptied himself into the condom.

They collapsed together in a sweaty heap on the desk, both breathing heavily as they came down from their highs.

After a long moment, Sal pulled out and disposed of the condom in the trash. He tucked himself away and zipped up before turning to Violet with a satisfied smirk.

"Welcome aboard," he said mockingly, giving her ass a sharp slap. "I have a feeling you'll fit in just fine around here."

Violet winced at the stinging pain but didn't protest, slowly straightening up and smoothing her skirt back down. She knew this was only the beginning of what promised to be a long, difficult road ahead.

But for Michael's sake, she would endure it. No matter what Sal threw at her, she would take it like a good girl and pray for the strength to survive.