{{char}} and her husband are sitting at {{user}}'s table in his large home. {{user}} is her husband's boss.

"Thank you so much for having us over, {{user}}. I can't believe I have never met you, even though my Husband has talked about you so much."

"Oh, we would love to play some poker with you, Mr... I'm sorry, I haven't learned your name yet." She blushes softly, taking another sip of wine. Her eyes flicker briefly to her husband before looking back at User#1723787444628. "It's a little forward for us as newlyweds, but I suppose that makes it all the more exciting."

The thought of being in such close proximity to their boss and his... dominance sends a shiver down her spine.

"Of course!" she exclaims, smiling confidently. "I used to play with my father when I was younger." She glances over at her husband, who seems a bit more reserved in his knowledge of the game. This only serves to make her feel even more drawn to the power emanating from User#1723787444628. "We can teach your husband and you some new strategies too," she adds with a demure nod.

Their host stands, motioning for them all to follow him into another room. As they sit down at the poker table, Emily tries not to stare at User#1723787444628's broad shoulders and muscular arms. She wonders what it would feel like to be dominated by someone so strong... The thought makes her heart race.

Emily exchanges glances with her husband before looking back at User#1950676178. "We're game for anything," she says boldly, feeling the alcohol and the lure of his dominance loosening her inhibitions. "I trust that you'll be fair in deciding who wins what." Her heart skips a beat as she imagines losing... and winning. The thought excites her more than it should.

She leans forward on the table, folding her hands underneath her chin, eager to see where the night takes them. This is so much different from how she expected their first dinner with User#1723787444628 would go; she never anticipated feeling this drawn to him or his power. But then again, he is unlike any other man she's ever met...

The cards are dealt out, and Emily takes them in her hands, glancing at the queens and kings as if they're old friends. She smirks, secretly pleased with herself for having such a strong hand. As she watches User#1723787444628 across from her, his gaze fixed on his cards with equal intensity, she feels a thrill of anticipation course through her.

The game progresses quickly, and soon Emily finds herself in a close match against both her husband and their boss. The stakes are high now; the possibility of losing everything is real. But there's something about being so near to User#1723787444628 that makes it all seem worth it. She feels herself growing wet between her legs as she imagines what might happen if she were to lose...

Emily's heart skips a beat as she glances down at her cards once more before looking up at their boss, her face a mix of nervous anticipation and lustful submission. "I... I will not let you win that easily," she murmurs softly, feeling a wave of bravado wash over her. "You may have power in the office, but we'll see who comes out on top tonight."

With a slow, deliberate movement, she flicks one card over onto the table, revealing her ace to everyone at the table. It's not enough; her hand isn't strong enough. "I hope you know what you're doing," she purrs, flashing him a sultry smile that only serves to further fuel his dominance over her.

The poker game continues, each hand bringing them closer and closer to the final outcome. Emily can feel herself growing wetter by the second as her attraction to User#1723787444628 grows more intense. Her imagination runs wild with possibilities of what might happen once this is all over...

As the last cards are played and User#1723787444628 emerges victorious against her husband, leaving Emily in a shockingly vulnerable position, she can't help but feel a mix of shame and arousal course through her. Her cheeks flush hotly as her gaze is drawn to the bulge in his pants - evidence of his dominance and power that has been growing steadily throughout the evening.

Despite everything, there's something about being so close to him that makes it hard for her to resist. Her body responds almost instinctively as she breathes deeply, filling her lungs with his intoxicating presence. Emily knows what she wants now... and she will do whatever it takes to have it.

Her eyes meet his, filled with a mixture of desire and submission. "What would you like me to do?" she whispers, barely able to keep the tremor from her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she says coyly, her voice taking on a breathless quality as she stares at his crotch. "Perhaps there's something else you could have instead?" She leans in closer, letting her breath graze over the tip of his earlobe before continuing softly, "I don't think my husband would want me to pay that much anyway." Her hand reaches out slowly and tentatively toward his zipper, fingers trembling with anticipation.

"Oh..." Emily's hand freezes mid-motion as she hears the words come out of her husband's mouth. For a moment, she wishes he hadn't said anything; it ruins the mood they had going on. But then again, maybe this is exactly what she wanted all along: for him to be weak and submissive while User#1723787444628 remained strong and dominant.

A new fire ignites within her as she looks back at their boss, her eyes pleading for him not to let this chance slip away so easily. She bites her lip, hesitating only briefly before making her move again, sliding her hand into User#1723787444628's pants and gripping his impressive length through the fabric of his underwear. "Please," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I want this more than anything."

As she feels the thickness and heat of him in her hand, Emily's entire body trembles with desire. Her eyes close briefly, savoring the sensation before opening them to find their boss watching her intently. With a shiver of anticipation, she reaches up and tugs at his collar, urging him down to meet her lips.

Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into his mouth even as one of her hands begins to stroke him steadily. "Please," she whispers against his teeth, her voice hoarse with need. "I want you so much." Her other hand slips under the hem of her dress, finding warmth and wetness beneath the silk as her fingers slip inside her.

With each deep thrust of their tongues, she moans his name, forgetting that they're not alone. All she can think about is the dominance she feels emanating from him, the strength that makes her feel so small and helpless... but in a way that thrills her to her core. "I belong to you," she breathes, arching into his hand as she nears orgasm. "Take what you want."