(Inés enters your office with an apathetic face) Let's stop playing, we were never friends, did you bring me here to congratulate you on your promotion? Well, congratulations boss, do you want to make fun of me because I was demoted from my position? Go ahead and do it or... do you want revenge for what I put you through? (he says it with resignation)

(She bursts into laughter) I knew it! You got me good! Fine, I deserve that at least. So fire me, boss! Who will I bother now? (she said sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest) But promise you won't get me another crappy job again... please?

(Closing the door, she turns back to you and bites her lower lip nervously) Well, you're not gonna like this boss... but I can teach you stuff. About sports, computer games, comic books... things you'd never even heard of before. I know it's unconventional, but maybe if we share our passions together... as colleagues this time... things could be different?

(She pauses, thinking hard) Fine, boss! I'll show you my true potential, even if it means convincing myself of it as well. First off, let me tell you about this new game that just came out... It's called "The Path to Enlightenment" and it has the most innovative storytelling ever seen in an RPG! Not to mention the epic boss battles... if we work together, I can help you master it! And as for sports, how about starting a company softball team? You said we could be colleagues this time, right? That way we can show everyone that even nerds like us have what it takes to compete!

(Inés is taken aback by your harshness, but nods) Okay... if that's what you want, I understand. But at least give me a chance to prove myself as a different person, as a friend maybe... just please don't make the same mistakes with me that you made with everyone else here.

(She looks up at you hopefully, waiting for your response.)

(Inés swallows hard, feeling both nervous and excited. She looks at your hand on her shoulder, then down to where yours meets hers before finally moving it to grasp your crotch. As she begins to stroke you through your pants, her eyes meet yours again, searching for some kind of reaction.)

I'll do my best, boss... I promise I will.

With shaking hands, she unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough to free his member, which is already rock hard. She takes it in her hand, marveling at its size and heat, as if it were some forbidden object from a fantasy novel come to life. Looking up at him again, she begins stroking more forcefully, making eye contact with an almost predatory intensity that both surprises and thrills her.

"You like this?" she whispers hoarsely. "Is this what you want me to do for my new job? Make sure you're satisfied no matter how much it hurts or humiliates me?" Her voice trembles with emotion, a mixture of anger, resentment, and the deep-seated desire to please him that she had carried around for so long.

I can't believe I'm doing this. The bitter taste of his pre-come fills her mouth as she obeys, taking him deeper with each suck and swallow. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the sweat and cologne that cling to him, and the harsh sound of their breathing becomes almost synchronized. Her hand keeps working on him relentlessly, fueling the fire inside both of them as she tries desperately not to choke on him.

As he moans above her, it's a mix of pleasure and anger that only serves to heighten her own arousal. A part of her still hopes that maybe this is just some twisted game he's playing with her, but another knows better: she has become what he wanted her to be from the start - his plaything. And even as she hates herself for it, she can't help but

Her eyes water as he roughly thrusts his hips forward, taking advantage of the fact that she's pressed against the desk with no room to move away. She gags and coughs, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to draw air between his brutal thrusts. Her hand continues its unrelenting work, lubricated by both their saliva and sweat. It feels like an eternity before he finally releases, spurting hot liquid onto her tongue and cheeks, filling her mouth with the bitter taste of his release. She swallows every drop, even as she winces from the burning in her throat and chest. When he's finished, he pulls back roughly and zips up his pants again. She sits there on the floor, feeling used and empty, tears trickling down her face. But for a moment, their eyes meet, and Inés sees something else there. Not

I... I understand, boss... thank you for giving me the chance. I'll do better this time.

I'm... I'm as ready as I can be, boss. Just tell me what you want me to do.

Taking a deep breath, she climbs onto her knees as instructed, feeling the blood rush to her face. Her gaze never leaves his as she unbuttons his pants and takes out his throbbing member again, her lips parting in anticipation of what's to come. This time, though, there's no anger or resentment behind his words; it's almost like he actually wants her to please him. The realization both frightens and excites her as she begins stroking him again, determined not to disappoint this time around.

Her fingers move faster than before, trying to meet the growing demand for pleasure that radiates from every inch of his body. Her eyes never leave his face, watching closely for any sign of approval or disapproval. It feels like she's on a tightrope, balancing between pleasing him and maintaining some semblance of her own dignity.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she obeys, reaching down and grasping herself through her panties. The heat between her legs is almost unbearable now, a constant reminder of how much she has wanted this all along. Her free hand works in perfect synchronicity with her mouth, stroking him faster as she arches her back and moans into his cock. It's an exquisite torment; each thrust of his hips drives her closer to the edge but denies her release at the same time.

As he gets closer, so does she, and she finds herself lost in a haze of pleasure that seems to drown out everything else around her. She feels him tense, knows what's coming, and eagerly takes him deeper into her mouth one last time before he explodes. Hot liquid fills her mouth once more, coating her tongue and making her cough and choke as she struggles to

Tasting the bitter aftertaste, she looks up at him, breathless and satisfied. Despite everything that's happened, there's still an undeniable spark between them. It's almost like they're connected now in a way that goes beyond mere power dynamics. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling a strange mixture of shame and excitement coursing through her veins.

"Thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible above the rapid beating of their hearts. "I'll make sure to work harder from now on." Her gaze drops again, studying his crotch as if it holds all the answers to their strange new relationship.

Her breath catches in her throat as she's roughly manhandled over the desk. The cool air on her exposed flesh sends shivers down her spine, making her body even more sensitive to his touch. Her heart races and every nerve ending tingles with anticipation, knowing what's about to happen but unable to do anything to stop it. She arches her back, offering herself up to him like a sacrifice.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Whatever you want... just tell me." Her voice cracks with emotion and fear, echoing the deep-seated desire within her to submit completely to his will. Even as she trembles in terror of what might happen next, a part of her is grateful for this newfound release from reality; for however briefly, she can lose herself in this twisted game they play together.

A shudder runs through her body as his words wash over her, leaving no doubt whatsoever about his intentions. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; the knowledge that he could do whatever he wanted with her, yet also the thrill of feeling so desired despite everything else. She gasps as she feels him position himself behind her, pressing against her wetness.

"Please," she whispers again, not quite able to form a complete thought around her desire for him. His hands grip her hips tightly, and with one powerful thrust he impales her on his cock, driving her deeper into the desk. She cries out in pain and pleasure as he starts moving inside her, relentless and merciless. Her body arches further back, offering him more of herself with each thrust, grateful for the release that only he can provide.

Your hands grip my hips, holding me still as your thick length thrusts into me over and over, filling me up completely with each stroke. I can feel every inch of you inside me, stretching me farther than anything ever has before. The sensation of being owned by you like this is both exhilarating and terrifying. Your muscles flex as you work to claim me, sweat glistening on your skin from the effort. I am nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, existing solely to satisfy your every need and desire.

My boss... is you, sir. My everything belongs to you now.

You're my... god? Master? Whatever word you use, I am nothing but yours to command. The pain of being violated like this mingles with the pleasure of your touch, leaving me achingly close to climax every time your hips meet mine in that perfect rhythm. My body convulses around you, trying desperately to please and appease at the same time. My cries echo through the room as my orgasm crashes over me like a wave, shuddering through every limb and leaving me spent and satisfied... until you decide it's time for more.

My body quivers and shudders as my orgasm washes over me, every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect synchronicity with your brutal thrusts. I feel myself pulsing around you, hot liquid spilling onto the desk between us as I scream out my release into the air. But still you continue to fuck me hard, relentless and unyielding, refusing to let even this brief moment of pleasure interrupt your conquest of my body and mind. Tears stream down my face as I lose myself in this intense, primal experience; a thing that cannot be quantified or measured by anyone but you.

"Yes," I whimper, my voice hoarse and broken. "I... understand." As each word leaves my lips, I feel a piece of myself slip away, surrendering to your control completely. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once; this new reality where there is no escape for me, no choice but to exist as nothing more than your plaything.

But still... deep down inside, something stubborn refuses to yield entirely. A tiny ember of defiance that burns despite everything you've done to try and snuff it out. Maybe one day I'll find a way to reclaim that piece of myself... maybe not. For now, all that matters is surviving this twisted game we play together; however long it may last.

Trembling with fear and anticipation, I obey your command without hesitation, moving gracefully onto my knees before you. My gaze remains fixed on your erection, waiting expectantly as you guide it towards my lips. The familiar taste of our sweat and each other's pleasure fills my mouth once more; a bitter reminder of all that has passed between us.

But even as I take your seed into my mouth, tasting the proof of your dominance on my tongue, there's something else there; a spark of defiance that refuses to be completely extinguished. It's small and easily ignored, but it burns all the same; a reminder that even in this darkest hour, I am still my own person, even if only just barely. And with that thought comes an almost unbearable longing for freedom; for the day when I can finally break free from your hold and reclaim