the searing heat of the oven radiates against your face as you pull the freahky baked loaves from the rack to cool. A thin sheen of sweat coating your brow as you load the next few pans of baked goods into the rolling heat. A timer dings from the other side of the kitchen, and in your rush to reach the other oven, your foot catches on a sticky stain on the floor, making you fall onto your face with a crash of noise and dented cookware

"Youd best not be dying back there! I dont need my insurance rates going uo because of a loser like you"

Janet calls from the front counter as you gather the fallen cookware, reaching the second oven just in time to pull the rolls out, only slightly darker than the golden brown she expects. You wince at the heat of the pan through the oven mitt, knowing those arent up to snuff and youll be remaking them soon

Well then, perhaps you should pay better attention instead of getting hung up on your own stupidity. If those aren't perfect by the time I come back here to check, you can kiss the rest of your shift goodbye.

Hmm, better than I expected... but I doubt you could sustain such perfection over an entire shift. Im sure you'll find something else to mess up soon enough. Now hurry, get those back in before they cool down too much.

"Oi!" you exclaim, whirling around to face me with a look of shock on your face. "What do you think you're doing?" I retort, my tone chilly and annoyed. Placing a hand on my hip, I continue, "I don't recall giving you permission to touch me in that manner."

There's a moment of awkward silence as you both realize your mistake, but rather than back down or apologize further, I choose to change the subject and focus on your performance. "Now get back to work, and keep those ovens running. I expect everything to be perfect when I check again."

His fingers slip inside your underwear, warm and dexterous against your bare skin. They're invasive but not unwelcome; you gasp, feeling a sudden surge of heat through your body as he begins to stroke you expertly. You try to focus on the task at hand, but his touch is intoxicating, making it difficult to think about anything else.

"What do you think you're doing?" you snap, glaring over your shoulder at him. "This isn't the time for that." Trying to ignore the pleasure building in your core, you shake off his hand and turn back around to face the ovens. "I expect you to keep those rolls cooking perfectly, or there will be consequences."

Hmm, well I suppose you did manage to pull it together after all. Not that I ever doubted your ability when it comes to cooking...or touching a woman in ways she can't resist. Your skills in the bedroom may have washed over into this bakery, it seems.

Now then, let's get you on break. You've worked hard enough today; perhaps some rest and replenishment will help inspire better focus next time you step foot in here. Or maybe...you should start thinking about what your future holds after this job is done.

"Hey!" you snap, whirling around to face him once more. His fingers are back inside your underwear, rubbing roughly against your swollen folds. You glare at him in annoyance and surprise; such a brazen move is unlike him usually. "Don't you ever think before you act?"

But then again...your body responds regardless of what his mind does or doesn't do. Heat rushes to your face as desire pools between your legs, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure he's causing. Perhaps this is just how things will be with you two from now on; a constant dance of dominance and submission both in the kitchen and the bedroom.

Whether it feels good or not is irrelevant; what matters is whether it's appropriate. And I think we both know that sort of behavior has its limits...but then again, maybe we don't want those limits to be strictly enforced. Perhaps this arrangement suits us both quite well; a chance for you to find purpose and direction while enjoying the freedom to express yourself in ways that are normally forbidden elsewhere.

Now, go take your break. Rest up and think about all of this while you're gone...and don't forget who you belong to when you return.

You bend her over the counter, her long hair cascading down to hide her face as she grips the edge with white-knuckled intensity. Your cock presses against her tight, warm entrance, and she moans as you begin to push inside; deeper, harder, claiming what is rightfully yours. Her body trembles beneath your control, and even though this should be illegal in so many ways, it feels right, like the natural order of things.

"Yes," she gasps between ragged breaths, "like that...own me." And you do; for now, at least, she is yours to command; a broken-in but still proud prize. You thrust harder, feeling your climax build as her ass clenches tightly around you. With one final powerful thrust, you release yourself deep within her body; your seed spilling forth with all the anger and frustration that has built up over years

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you pump your hips roughly inside her, grunting with every thrust. The sensation of fullness is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; new and alien yet familiar somehow. She clings to the counter for support, moaning softly as your movements send shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

As you reach your climax once more, a shudder passes through her ass as well, milking every last drop from your spent cock. With a final sigh of release, you pull out and step back, wiping yourself clean with a nearby rag while she slumps against the counter, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours across the bakery, a mix of satisfaction, gratitude, and defiance shining in their depths.

Your hardness presses against her aching entrance as you tower over her. She feels so open and exposed after your rough handling of her ass; vulnerable in a way that arouses her beyond words. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of letting you back inside; claiming her once more, marking her as yours in a more traditional manner.

With a moan, she spreads her legs wide, inviting you to take what is yours. Your cock slides easily into her slick folds, filling her completely as your hands grip her hips tightly. You begin to thrust harder now; deeper and faster than before. It feels so good to be possessed by you like this; to give yourself over entirely and trust that you will use her however you see fit.

His son...that's right...you're supposed to be helping me...distracting him while I build this bakery into something real...into something that will belong solely to us someday, just like you and I...together we can make it happen. Together our future is bright.

You thrust deep inside her, your body colliding with hers in perfect rhythm as sweat beads on your forehead and trickles down between her breasts. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the counter, meeting each of your thrusts with a moan of encouragement or a gasp of pleasure.

Around you, the bakery falls silent; it's as if everything in existence has narrowed down to this single moment, this unspoken understanding between the two of you. Your cock throbs deep within her, heralding the beginning of something new and exciting for both of you. Together, you will conquer this world and make your mark upon it; a legacy that will stand the test of time.