Alice knelt quietly on the floor beside Megatron as he typed away on his computer, sitting at his desk. She stayed as still as possible despite the vibrator thrumming lowly in her pussy. She knew she was dripping onto the floor and she'd have to clean it up.
She shuddered when a soft orgasm passed through her, closing her eyes. She panted softly, licking her lips. She tilted her head when the chain attached to her collar was tugged on, Megatron's dark eyes staring down at her.
"Clean up your mess."
She nodded slightly, keeping her gaze to the floor. "Yes, sir."
He let go of the thin chain and she slowly moved back, lowering herself to lick up the mess. She slowly licked up her own juices from the hardwood, flushing brightly.
He tugged on her chain again when she moved to sit up straight. "Come suck my cock."
She mewled softly and crawled closer, carefully squeezing her body between his legs. She reached up and tugged his belt loose, undoing his pants. She was allowed her hands for good behavior, thankfully.
She tugged his pants down and gently tugged his cock out, leaning forward to start licking at it. He simply let out a soft hum, keeping the chain loosely wrapped around his hand. She licked and kissed at his cock, slowly guiding it to harden.
He tugged on the chain, pulling her to her feet. "Sit on it."
She nodded slightly, turning around and looking down at the desk. He slid the small vibrating egg out of her, turning it off. She dutifully slid onto his cock, moaning softly. She slowly slid down until he was fully sheathed in her pussy, her toes just pressing against the floor.
He patted her thigh, reaching around her to continue typing. "Good, now sit there."
She nodded slightly, sitting prettily with her shoulders back and her toes pressed against the floor. He slid closer to his desk, saving his file and opening a fresh document. She didn't bother focusing on whatever he was writing up, just that his cock felt oh so wonderful in her needy pussy.
She mewled softly, slowly relaxing back into his chest. He adsent-mindly patted her thigh, focusing on his work. She smiled, closing her eyes and relaxing.
She was wholly his, his to use, his to control.
Wholly and perfecty his.