Something Sacred Made into a Game

"Oh, Henry," Yoka said.

She softened her voice, like maybe she really was Tara, like maybe she was regretting this.

Hah!

As if.

"It goes in easier if it's good and wet. Why don't you make it wet for me, Henry?" Yoka said. She gripped the hair on the back of his neck and pulled, then trailed a nail up his neck and to his cheek.

"Don't you like this? I'm doing this for you."

This was the lamest oral Yoka had ever received, and she'd received a lot of oral in her life. She liked men and women on their knees worshiping her body. But, of course, this wasn't being done for pleasure. She couldn't forget that this was a punishment.

"Henry," Yoka pouted. "That was disappointing. I hope you're better at this than that."

When she said this, Yoka started to kneel over him and then slowly tease her entrance with the head of his cock. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, she pushed herself down onto him. She hissed as he filled her, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate him. Yoka began to move her hips, pushing her body in a circle as she rode him up and down.

"I bet you like this, don't you?" she asked him.

"Oh, Henry, ' Yoka said. She was riding him slow and hard, rotating her hips and pressing her body up against his to she could increase the pressure on her clit while she road him. it made her wetter, made the descent easier, and Yoka took a few gasping breaths.

She was almost getting something out of this, but of course, sex was routine. Yoka didn't want sex. She wanted a good, hard, screaming fuck and she wasn't going to get it torturing Henry.

But she was getting revenge.

"Henry," Yoka said, "Oh Henry, you can call me that if you want, but I thought you figured it out by now."

She slipped a hand down behind her, arching her back and creating a pleasurable curve so her breasts bounced as she moved against him. Her hands cupped his balls and she slid one finger south in a threat, but she didn't press the issue. She just caressed him while she rode him, feeling her juices sliding down his shaft and soaking her hand.

"I'm not Tara, Henry," she said.

"Oh, yes, yes," Yoka threw her head back and rode him harder. "There we go! There's that passion baby."

She bit her bottom lip and pumped harder, using his squirming to anchor him fully inside of her. Their bodies made wet, squelching noises as they worked together. Yoka wiped her hand across her forehead.

"Do you know why I had you sign all that paperwork in the beginning?" Yoka asked him. "It's so I can be sure that I don't hire employees that finger my girls or use their powers on them or do god knows what else to them right underneath my nose. I'm not young, Henry, I've been doing this a long time now."

She grabbed his face and held it in both of his hands, bringing it close to hers. Her lips were so close to his that she was almost kissing him while she hissed.

"I took a chance on you and you fucked up," she said. "And don't even think about trying to use your powers to get out of this, Henry. That pill was very effective. You fucked me over, Henry, so now I'm fucking you over. ANd I think you like it. I think you like--"

She rose off of him for a moment, then slid all the way back down.

"The feel"

she kissed down his neck.

"of my pussy."

she bit at his collarbone and groaned.

"Do you, Henry?"

Yoka laughed at him, but her laugh was breathy. Whether or not she was the one in charge, Yoka was still having sex, and it was still exerting.

"Aggressive acts--God damn it Henry, she was doing her job," Yoka said. "I don't know if you've realized this, but this is an exotic dance club. Tara is a dancer. She works for me, as do you."

And then, just because she enjoyed this passion filled Henry, enjoyed his anger, Yoka said, "Don't you wonder if I've punished Tara the same way I'm punishing you? Imagine her tight little body stretched out on this same couch. Imagine how good it felt when I was inside of her, the little moans she makes, knowing it's so wrong but it feels so right. Doesn't this feel wrong? Doesn't it feel so, so good?"

To emphasize the point, Yoka squeezed her sit muscles, clamping her inner walls down against him as though she was coming, but she wasn't. Not yet. She was getting off on this in different ways.

"I could have fired you both," she said.

But she didn't.

The truth was that, even in her cruelest moment, Yoka didn't want Tara to go without her medication. But she wasn't thinking about that now. She was just thinking that she was angry and that this felt good.

"Wow," Yoka said. "Boy, don't drop out of school, because you certainly need the education."

Yoka sighed. She was rutting against him harder now, drawing out the strokes, squeezing down on him, making him work for this even as she was working.

"I know the difference between sex work and exotic dance. I don't think you do. I don't think you respect me or the rules here," Yoka said. "And that's a mistake."

Yoka laughed at him again, but it was even more breathless than before. Even with the pills, Henry was lasting longer than she thought he would. Good for him.

"What you do with Tara outside of this club is your own business. I couldn't give two shits. But don't you dare touch my dancers while you're here. Stop sending my patrons to the hospital. Pay attention to your work and not her perky tits," Yoka said. "Have I made myself clear?"

She wished she was wearing a watch. Survivor was on tonight and Yoka didn't want to miss the start of this season.

This was as close as she was going to get to an acquisition, and Yoka decided that this was enough. She had other things on her agenda today, although admittedly ragefuck a disobedient employee was not something she usually left on her agenda.

He seemed to be getting close, which pleased her, although the pleasure wasn't physical. It was on a deeper level, like the satisfaction of watching the ocean wear down a rock over time.

Yoka patted Henry on the face, rose from him, and then just stopped.

Just like that.

She got off him and looked at him and Yoka thought, I have created this and so it is good. She let the illusion fall off of her slowly; her hair darkened, her legs lengthened, her breasts and hips swelled, and she was back to her normal human shape.

She wasn't wearing pants and she was standing and looking at a bound employee that she'd fucked but never let come. It wasn't like anyone was going to walk in on her right now, so Yoka just admired it.

"I trust we have an understanding?" she said. She'd let him go in a minute.

Yoka recognized her name.

She recognized the timbre of the voice.

Hey Yoka.

She recognized the sound of the flask and the door being shut.

Yoka did not turn around once.

She didn't have to.

She was surprised to find that her heart was beating faster now and it had nothing to do with the sex she'd almost had. Mostly, Yoka was surprised that she felt anything other than irritation. She'd told her workers she was not to be disturbed, not by anyone, but then again, any employee that worked with Yoka long enough knew that Enoch was a different story. The fox wrinkled her nose in distaste.

She could really care less what Enoch thought of her.

She unsnapped the bindings from Henry's wrist and turned to walk away from him, her bare ass swaying back and forth as she left the room.

She hesitated in the doorway and said, "Don't fuck up again."

It wasn't clear if she was talking to Henry or to herself.