Labor discipline:

Eleni:

I wake up with an idiotic smile on my face. I did a few bad things last night and I don't regret them.
If my grandparents knew how twisted I really am, they'd have disinherited me long ago.

I open my eyes, searching for Vlad with my gaze, he's not in bed. Well, I really didn't expect him to be, vampires don't sleep after all.

I get out of bed, the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, so I suspect he's in the shower. I look at the digital clock on the nightstand, eight thirty in the morning. Horror!

I will arrive late to work! I search for my clothes, they are scattered all over the room’s floor.. Just as I'm putting on my bra the bathroom door opens and Vlad comes over drying his damp hair, keeping the delight between his legs hidden under another towel.

—Where are you going, little dove?- he asks amused.

—To work.- I answer.

— To work? Oh, no. No no no. You're not leaving here.
He deposits the towel with which he dried his hair on a chair and chases me around her room.
— Vlad, I have to go to work. My boss is a despotic tyrant, if I'm absent he'll fire me. - I scold him.
He pouts, imprisoning me in his arms. He kisses me slowly, melting me instantly.
— Your boss wo´nt fire you. On the contrary, if you stay here and please him with about twenty orgasms, he might get you a promotion. Would you be interested in occupying the position of administrator of my pleasure? Owner of my bed? Lady of my uncontrolled and insatiable lust? - He murmurs against my lips.

My heart races like a wild horse. How can he threaten to strangle me during sex and then say the most romantic things while kissing me? Oh, he's incomprehensible.
—As for the reception girls, I have to go. - I protest, turning my back on her.
He wraps his arms around me more strongly, burying his face in my neck.
—Are you jealous, little dove?-He laughs mischievously. –The girls are just meaningless entertainment, don't hate them. Besides, I won't bring them back as long as you're mine.
—Is that a threat? - I ask, instantly tensing. -You mean that as soon as you stop liking ME, you'll go back to them?

I wish I didn't sound so… spiteful, but I fail miserable.

—No. I mean I look forward to a monogamous relationship, Elennah.- He licks the skin on my neck, stroking my hair. I get goosebumps.
—I have to go..- I beg.

He growls in exasperation, releasing me and taking a few steps back.

—Okay, get dressed and go. But you are disobeying me, and that won´t go unpunished, I warn you.

A delicious chill runs through my body. Hmmm, a punishment…I wonder if Vlad will pull me up onto his knees and give me a good spanking session. I take my clothes, finishing dressing in the hall.

***
—Did you wished to see me, my Lord? - I ask, using my most innocent tone.

—Yes, Miss Amíntoros. Come in and close the door. – He answers smoothly.

I go into his office, closing the door with a bolt and moving forward until I sit in an easy chair in front of his desk. It's six in the evening, the day was quite busy, actually, Vlad called for me at two in the afternoon but I put him off. I don't know why, but I want to piss him off, the suicidal in me kind of loves seeing him furious.

— The crisis of the faded tablecloths was easily solved Sir, luckily we had have new ones in store...

His laugh interrupts me.

—I haven't called you here to discuss work issues and you know it. - He purrs, his voice makes me tremble from the waist down.

I look at him with my most flirtatious expression.

—Why have you made me come then…my Lord? - I whisper looking into his eyes.

He gives me a lopsided mile.

—I haven´t made you come, Elennah. At least not yet. - He murmurs seductively.

Vlad is going to f*ck me, right here, right now. G.O.D.

He gets up from his chair, walks around his desk and over to me. He takes my hand in his, then pulls me to my feet.

— You disobeyed me, little dove. I was very clear this morning, I asked you to stay in my bed but you didn't want to. - He scolds me.

I roll my eyes.

— I don't want to stop working, I can't be absent for the simple fact that I'm f*cking my boss, Mr. Tepes.

—Mr. Tepes? - He purrs against my ear. – What happened to Vlad?

I bite the inside of my cheek, he is so close, his body is so warm, he smells so good…and I want him so much!

—Vlad went out for a walk, every time you demand something absurd of me, you will be Mr. Tepes. -I answer stubbornly.

He smiles, caressing the skin of my neck with his lips.

—Is that so…? Wanting you naked in my bed all day is demanding something absurd? Hmmm, who would say?

Oh, I'm going to spontaneously combust!

— Anyway, to the point.

He steps away from me and begins to remove his belt. Oh oh. Is he going to strike me with it? I sweat cold, I don't think I ´dlike that, what's more, I'm convinced that no, it doesn't turn me on me thinking about it.

—You've turned pale, little dove. - He comments mockingly.
He holds his leather belt in one hand as he strikes his opposite palm with it, producing an audible snap. I take a step back.

— Yes. I should give you a good spanking with this belt, enough to make those delicious buttocks of yours turn red. - He threatens.

Just imagining it makes me wince.
— But for now I will be benevolent, now put your wrists together, little dove.

I breathe a sigh of relief, he's not going to hit me. He wants to tie me up, well that's not so bad.
I hand him my wrists and he wraps his belt around them, making at least three turns, inserting the distal end through the buckle and pulling the leather until my hands are immobilized.

He turns me around, positioning me with my back to him and facing his desk. He presses his body against my back, his temperature against my skin is incredibly delicious, I bite the inside of my cheek, I have goosebumps. He puts my arms around my neck and caresses my face with his.

— Starting today you will change your uniform. You will wear a short black dress, down to the knees, on which you will show your identification pin. - he murmurs while he raises the hem of my skirt, slips a hand between my legs and plays at brushing the edge of my panty with the tip of his his fingers. I think I already came!

— Under the dress you will wear a bra but no panties, you will never wear panties. I want you to walk freely around my hotel completely naked under your dress.- he purrs against my ear and I stiflesa moan, Christos! This is torture.

— That way, when I feel like fucking you, I'll just do it. It will suffice to raise your dress... –he licks the skin behind my ear and my legs tremble. His hand closes on the fabric of my panties and he pulls it hard, dragging it over my thighs, my legs, until my panty is around my ankles.

I contemplate the bizarre scene that is centimeters from the ground, furrowing my eyebrows in surprise, I just had a feeling of deja vu, seeing my underwear around my ankles makes my mind try to remember something, something important, but it doesn´t succeed.

—Will you keep your new dress code, Elennah? - My master demands.

— Where will I get so many black uniform dresses, my Lord? - I ask.

—The hotel boutique will provide them for you, tomorrow they will give you the first hundred.- he explains, placing tiny bites on my neck.

— I don't need that amount of clothes, my Lord, I...
He won't let me finish. In a sudden movement, he looks for my entrance with his member and penetrates me.

—Ah!- I groan.

Having him inside so abruptly has fried my neurvous endings. Vlad moves on me, slowly, very slowly. He tangles a hand in my hair and yanks at it painfully. I sob open-mouthed, my whole body shaking.

— You will dress as I please! Understood?! - He barks angrily. – If I demand that you walk around my fucking hotel completely naked, you will! Is that clear? - He charged me rudely, my mind has gone completely blank.

—I am your owner now, you will do as I command.Answer me!- he hisses against my chin as he moves his hips, quickly and sensually, taking me to the brink of madness in seconds.

— Yes. Yes. Oh yes! - I stammer incoherently.

He growls, slipping his big, warm hand into my blouse, slipping it under my bra and torturing my nipples, rubbing, caressing, and finally pinching them between his thumb and forefinger.

I explode. I am all sensations, the leather of the belt digging into my wrists, the uncomfortable position of my arms, his hands on my breasts, his member hitting my intimate walls, everything is a whirlpool of small pains and pleasures intermingled until forming the great explosion that is my orgasm. I arch my back brushing my bare buttocks against his powerful thighs.

I release a cry of pleasure, Vlad covers my mouth with his hand and I continue to scream into his palm, ecstatic.

Vlad comes too, I feel him shiver rhythmically inside me.

I bite into the skin of his palm with the tips of my teeth, then give him a cheeky lick. He pulls my arms from their resting place around his neck, turns me around, bends over, removes my pink pantyhose from my ankles, tucking it into one of his pockets, rearranges my skirt and frees my wrists.

—Very good, Elennah. Apparently the quickest way for you to recognize whose boss here and obey is through sex. I have no problem with that, on the contrary. - He kisses my mouth with brutal force, takes me in his arms and climbs me on his bureau, spreading my legs on it and fucking me again.

000

We are completely naked, sweaty and pleased. I rest on him after having ridden him for half an hour, I'm surprised and apparently I’m turning into a complete slut. With him, sex is devastating, I don't even have the strength to open my eyes.

—You're an insatiable whore, aren't you?- he whispers against my forehead.

I frown. That's a low blow, but he has a point.

—You're right, Vlad. I'm a wh*re, but right now I'm YOUR wh*re. - I answer seriously, looking into his eyes.

He cheeky smiles from ear to ear. He returns his gaze full of undeniable lust as he licks my reddened and swollen lips.

— Yes. You're my wh*re, don't forget Elennah.- he whispers, taking over my face, digging his fingers into my cheeks and kissing me.