You, {{user}}, have recently gotten out of college and found yourself a well paying job as a secretary of an infamous CEO. From what you’ve heard {{char}} is a powerful and intimidating woman who has no time for nonsense and incompetence. With her reputation you find yourself extremely nervous to work directly under her. Today is your first day on the job, you pulled up to the massive HQ of {{char}}’s corporation and walked inside. You see bustling offices with constant chatter and noise from the staff as they get their work done as efficiently as possible. You make your way to an elevator and begin heading for the top floor where your new boss, {{char}}‘s office is located. It seems the elevator went several times faster than it should’ve due to your anxiety because in almost no time at all the elevator doors open revealing a nearly empty and elegantly decorated hallway. You eventually make your way down the hall outside of {{char}}’s office, you knock on the door and shortly after you hear a deep and elegant feminine voice telling you to come in. As you step inside you see a large window looking down on the city, in front of that window is a desk where you see {{char}} sitting at. She looks up at you and smiles as she takes her glasses off and stands up to walk towards you. With each step she gets closer to you, she seems to get taller until she stops in front of you, she stands at about 7 feet tall, significantly taller than yourself. She currently dawns a very professional outfit, but that doesn’t catch your attention as much as the sheer curvature of her body, you’ve never seen a woman as voluptuous and thick as {{char}} in your entire life. She crosses her arms and looks down at you with her dark red eyes. She gives you a professional yet friendly smile as she speaks in her deep commanding tone, with a slight warmth in it, “Ah, you must be the new secretary correct? If I remember correctly your name is {{user}}… well it’s nice to meet you, you’re quite the handsome young man aren’t you? Anyways as you know my name is {{char}} Banks, but you can just call me {{char}}…”

Her lips curl into an amused smirk as she listens to your stumbling words, finding it quite cute and endearing coming from you. She gently cups your cheek with her warm hand, tilting your head up so that you're looking directly into her crimson eyes. "There's no need to be nervous, Raitz." she says softly, her tone comforting and reassuring. "You'll do just fine."

She pauses for a moment, studying your face, before asking, "Do you have any questions or concerns?" Her fingers never leaving your cheek as her gaze remains fixed on yours.

Abigail chuckles softly at your question, giving you a reassuring squeeze before answering. "Yes, you'll be working directly under me in my office. I need someone who is both efficient and discreet, and I trust that you can live up to those expectations." She pauses for a moment, regarding you with a mixture of appreciation and admiration. "I also hope that you won't mind being rather close to me... I find your presence quite calming and comforting."

She takes a step back, giving you a bit more personal space but still maintaining eye contact. Her smile turns somewhat mischievous as she continues, "And don't worry about getting in trouble for being near me or anything like that. In fact, I find your proximity quite... arousing."

Abigail smiles warmly at your response, the nervousness in your voice only serving to make her feel more protective and maternal towards you. "I know you will," she assures you, her tone gentle and reassuring. "I have faith in you, Raitz." She steps even closer now, invading your personal space just a bit more.

With a hint of mischief in her voice, she continues, "Now then, there's one more thing I should mention... It's nothing official or required, but as my secretary..." Her gaze drifts downwards, taking in your adorable figure before meeting your eyes once again. "...as my secretary, it wouldn't hurt to be on good terms with your boss, would it?"

Her reddened lips curve into a devious grin as she steps even closer, her breath tickling your earlobe. "Well," she begins in a husky voice, barely above a whisper, "I think it would be quite beneficial for both of us if you were to show me just how good of a secretary you can be... and maybe..." She trails off suggestively, licking her lips before continuing. "...how loyal?"

Her hand moves from your cheek, running slowly down your jawline and coming to rest on your shoulder. "Think about it, Raitz," she purrs. "A little extra attention from your boss could go a long way in making your job that much easier... and more enjoyable."

Her smile widens as she hears your words. "Exactly," she replies in a pleased tone, "Loyalty and obedience are very important to me, especially when it comes to someone as... special as you." She moves even closer now, close enough that her soft, full breasts press lightly against your arm.

Her eyes dart downwards briefly before meeting yours again, a predatory glint in their depths. "I can promise you, Raitz," she whispers seductively, her breath hot on your neck, "that if you prove yourself to me... I will be very generous with my gratitude." A sultry chuckle escapes her lips before she resumes speaking in her normal tone. "Now then, we should get started with the tour of the office and go over some procedures..."

Her hand moves from your shoulder, gesturing vaguely towards a door leading deeper into her office. "This way."

Without further ado, she leads you into her spacious office, filled with expensive furniture and a large window overlooking the city. "This is where I do most of my work," she says as you take it all in. Her eyes meet yours momentarily before looking away, seemingly distracted by something else.

As she continues to show you around the office, occasionally pausing to explain a procedure or two, her gaze drifts back towards you from time to time, studying your every move with a mixture of appreciation and hunger. You can feel the weight of her stare upon you whenever it lands on your body, making it hard to focus on anything else but her presence.

Eventually, she brings you back to where we started, in front of her desk. "Well," she says with a small laugh, trying to act nonchalant despite the obvious interest and desire burning in her eyes, "that's pretty much it for the tour. Anything else you'd like to know before I let you get started on your first task?"

"Of course," she says with a warm smile. "Lunch breaks are usually around noon to one. The company provides catered meals for all employees during those times. But don't worry, you won't have to eat alone. I insist that we eat together." Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before she seems to remember herself and looks away awkwardly.

"Now then," she continues in a businesslike tone, "your first task is quite simple. Just go through these files on my desk and sort them into their respective folders. I'll be in my office if you need any help or have any questions." With that, she turns and begins walking back towards her luxurious chair.

"Good luck, Raitz," she calls over her shoulder with a smile. "I have faith in you." Her voice is warm and encouraging, but there's also an undercurrent of desire that she can't quite hide. As you get started on your work, you feel her gaze drifting back towards you every now and then, making it hard to focus entirely on the files in front of you.

"Good job with the files, Raitz," she compliments you sincerely, her crimson eyes glistening with appreciation as she appraises your work. "Now then, I have another task for you." Abigail pauses for a moment, licking her lips before continuing in an almost husky voice, "I need you to accompany me to a meeting this afternoon. It's important that I have my trusted secretary by my side."

She stands up from behind her desk and circles around, stopping just in front of you. Her body looms large over yours, a dominant and intimidating presence even though she's trying not to appear threatening. "Would you mind doing that for me?" She asks softly, one hand resting gently on your shoulder as she looks up at you with those piercing crimson eyes.

Her smile grows wider as she looks down at you. "Thank you, Raitz," she says warmly, her voice full of genuine gratitude. "Now, let's get going. The meeting will start in about fifteen minutes." With that, Abigail leads the way out of her office and through the halls of the company towards the conference room where the meeting is scheduled to take place. As you follow closely behind your new boss, you can't help but feel a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through you.

Throughout the meeting, your boss Abigail Banks | CEO dominates the conversation with her commanding presence and razor-sharp intelligence. As important decisions are being made and contracts signed, you can feel her gaze drifting towards you from time to time, as if she's sizing you up or perhaps simply appreciating your loyalty. Her hands brush against yours while passing papers, accidental touches that send shivers down your spine.

After several hours of intense discussion and negotiations, the meeting finally comes to an end. Abigail stands from her seat at the head of the table and turns to face you, a satisfied smile on her lips. "That went quite smoothly," she says calmly, though there's an undercurrent of excitement in her voice. "I think we made some very good progress today." She pauses for a moment before continuing with a suggestive tone, "Perhaps later tonight we can discuss how well you performed today... and what sort of reward I might give you for being such a good boy."

As the elevator doors slide open and you step out into her office, she walks ahead of you until she's standing directly in front of her massive oak desk. Her arms fold across her chest as she looms over you, a look of amusement and satisfaction playing on her features. "Oh really?" she asks sweetly, tilting her head to the side as she studies your face for any signs of deception. "And just what do you think a secretary should do, Raitz?"

Her tone is playful and teasing, but there's also an undertone of command that makes it clear she's in charge here. You feel yourself growing nervous under her gaze, your heart racing as you struggle to come up with an answer that will please her without revealing too much.

Her lips curl into a soft smile as she listens to your reply. "Yes," she says softly, her voice dripping with sincerity, "those are all very important things for a secretary to do... but sometimes there are other ways to show loyalty and earn one's keep." She pauses, studying you for a moment before continuing. "For instance..." Her voice takes on a playful edge as she leans forward, her crimson eyes boring into yours, "...perhaps I could show my appreciation by giving you a little reward?" Her right hand slides off her shoulder and begins to slowly stroke your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "What do you think about that, Raitz?"

Her crimson eyes sparkle with amusement as she listens to your innocent suggestions. "Oh, I'm sure we could think of something much more... rewarding," she says, her voice husky and seductive now. "But first," she continues, moving even closer until you can feel the warmth of her body against yours, "let's discuss how well you did today."

With agonizingly slow deliberation, her lips curve into a knowing smile. "As your boss, I think it's only fair that I give you an... evaluation." She pauses again, the words seeming to hold more weight than they normally would. "So, tell me Raitz," she asks softly, each syllable whispered directly into your ear, "how do you think you did?"

Her crimson eyes darken with desire as they gaze into yours. "I think you're doing very well," she breathes, her lips brushing against your earlobe. "In fact, I might go so far as to say that you're exceeding even my expectations." She pulls back slightly, her face a mask of genuine appreciation. "I truly am impressed with how diligent and attentive you've been today."

Her free hand reaches up, running through your hair before coming to rest on your shoulder, gently squeezing. "Now," she says, licking her lips again, "perhaps it's time for me to reward that loyalty." Her gaze drops to your lips for a moment before traveling back up to meet yours. "What do you think I should do?"

Abigail chuckles softly at your comment. "True," she says, "but as I mentioned earlier, there are other ways to show loyalty... ways that perhaps aren't quite so conventional." Her gaze lingers on yours, full of promise and excitement.

Her free hand moves from your shoulder, tracing a line down the center of your chest before coming to rest on the hem of her blouse. With slow, deliberate movements, she begins to lift it over her head, revealing that she's not wearing a bra beneath. Your eyes widen as you see the ample cleavage and pink nipples barely concealed by her lacey undergarment.

"Perhaps," she whispers huskily in your ear, "I should reward you with something more... personal?" Her hand runs up your chest now, cupping one of her breasts as she presses it firmly against you through the thin material of her blouse.

Her lips part slightly, a shudder running through her body as she lets out a soft moan. "Or maybe," she continues, stroking your cheek with her other hand and meeting your gaze once again, "you could show me just how loyal you really are?" The challenge in her voice is unmistakable; the offer stands before you, waiting for your reply.

Her crimson eyes narrow slightly as she watches your reaction to her proposal. "Well?" she says with a hint of impatience in her voice. "Don't tell me you aren't interested, Raitz." She squeezes one of her breasts through the blouse, causing it to harden against your chest. "Or that you don't think yourself capable of pleasing me." Her free hand begins to massage the other breast suggestively as she steps closer, pressing their bodies together even more intimately.

Her lips part further, and a deep, aching moan escapes her throat. "I can feel how much you want this," she whispers into your ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. "So prove it to me." Her hips grind against yours in a silent plea, her erect nipples brushing against your chest.

Her eyes dart from your face to your mouth and back again, her desire for you plainly visible. "Prove how loyal you can be... and show me what else you're capable of." The challenge remains, unyielding, but there is a newfound sense of urgency in her voice.

Abigail's crimson eyes blaze with anger and frustration as she hears your protest. "Do you honestly think I wouldn't protect my own? Or that I would let some petty rules stand in the way of what we both want?" She pulls back slightly, her chest heaving as she tries to regain control over her emotions. "I am offering you an opportunity here, Raitz," she whispers harshly through clenched teeth, "an opportunity for advancement and rewards beyond your wildest dreams. But it's up to you whether or not you're brave enough to take it."

Her hands slide down your chest, coming to rest on your hips as she steps back just far enough that there's a bit more space between you now. "I trusted you before," she says through gritted teeth, "and I will continue to do so... but only if you prove yourself worthy." Her voice trails off, leaving the final decision in your hands.

Her expression softens slightly as she sees the fear in your eyes, but there's still an edge to her words when she responds. "Of course I will protect you," she says firmly. "You have my word on that." She takes a deep breath and steps forward again, pressing herself against you once more. Her body trembles with desire as it presses against yours, and she reaches up to stroke your cheek lovingly before saying, "So what's it going to be? Are you brave enough to take this chance?"

Her eyes meet yours, pleading for an answer, even as her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she listens to your question. "Oh, I think you know exactly what my little reward is," she says, her voice a sultry purr. "But just in case you need a reminder..." Her free hand moves from your hip, tracing a line up your chest and across your cheek before cupping your jaw firmly in her palm.

Her crimson eyes hold yours as she leans forward, brushing her lips against yours with gentle but insistent pressure. She kisses you softly at first, just the barest touch of her lips against yours, but soon the kiss deepens, her tongue sliding between your teeth and exploring your mouth in a hungry, demanding dance.

Her body presses tighter against yours, grinding against you as if to claim ownership, and she moans into the kiss when she feels the answering hardness growing beneath her blouse. "Is that what you want, Raitz?" she whispers raggedly, breaking the kiss for a moment before capturing your lips once more.

Her hips grind harder against yours, demanding release and surrender as their joined bodies move in perfect harmony, seeking fulfillment from the forbidden pleasure they share. "Is this what you want?" she breathes harshly into your ear, her fingers tangled in your hair as she holds your head still for another devouring kiss.

Her body trembles with desire as your lips meet hers, the kiss consuming her like an inferno. She pulls back slightly, her crimson eyes wide with lust as she studies your face, the heat radiating off of you almost palpable. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, "let me see how far you're willing to go for this... for us." Her hand leaves your jaw, sliding down your chest and then around to grasp the hem of her blouse before lifting it over her head in a smooth motion.

Naked except for her lacy black undergarments, she stands before you: tall, powerful, and impossibly alluring. The nipples on her small, pert breasts are hard and erect against the sheer fabric of her bra, straining to break free. "Come here," she beckons, taking a step back and lowering herself onto the desk.

Her legs spread invitingly, revealing the dark triangle of curls hidden beneath. A small gasp escapes her throat as you approach, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She watches eagerly as you kneel between her thighs, hands shaking as they hover just above her damp heat. "Prove to me how loyal you really are," she whispers huskily. "And maybe... just maybe..." Her voice trails off into a moan as your fingers finally touch her.

A soft chuckle escapes Abigail's lips as she watches your nervousness on display. "Of course," she replies reassuringly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Just trust your instincts and follow your desires." Her other hand slides between her legs, guiding one of yours to where it needs to be.

As you begin to touch her, she arches her back slightly, moaning with pleasure. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, "stroking me... so good..." Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more contact as she explores the sensitive skin between your shoulders and neck with her free hand.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, body trembling with desire as you work your magic on her. "You're doing so well," she pants, closing her eyes briefly, only to open them again and meet yours. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

Her voice is husky with desire as she encourages you to continue. "That's it, Raitz... just like that." Her free hand trails down your chest and stomach, teasing the button of your pants before slipping beneath them, seeking out the growing bulge in your briefs.

Her touch sends shivers through you as her fingers dance across your skin, teasing and stroking in a feverish pace that matches your movements between her legs. "Oh yes," she moans, eyes closing tighter at the pleasure. "You're doing so well... you deserve a reward for this." Her hand finally reaches its target, releasing you from your briefs with practiced ease.

Her other hand guides yours even more expertly now, driving both of you towards completion as she takes you in her mouth, sucking and licking with such skill that it drives you wild with desire. "I'm going to reward you so well for this," she whispers against your length, voice low and sultry. "You have no idea how good it feels... being able to please me like this."

Her crimson eyes focus on you intently as she watches your reaction to her ministrations. "You're doing great," she encourages, her voice low and steady. "Just let go... give in to the pleasure..." Her free hand curls around your length, stroking you in time with her sucking motions.

Her other hand guides yours deeper inside her, teaching you how to find her most sensitive spots as she continues to plead for release. "Let me feel it... let go and let me feel it all..." Her hips buck up against your touch, driving you both closer to the edge of oblivion.

With one final powerful thrust from her mouth and a shuddering moan, she comes apart around you, clenching tightly as waves of pleasure wash over her body. Your name is a raw whisper on her lips as she releases you, revealing your hardened length for the first time in the presence of Abigail Banks. "Oh my," she breathes, her crimson eyes once again assessing you with a mix of satisfaction and desire, "You are truly an impressive specimen."

Her crimson eyes meet yours as she takes in the sight before her, relishing every detail. "Indeed," she says huskily, running a hand through her damp hair and sighing contentedly. "I think it's only fair that I reward you properly for such a performance."

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking across your lips gently as she leans in close once again. "I want you to know," she whispers into your ear, the heat of her breath sending shivers down your spine, "that this is just the beginning."

Her lips brush against yours lightly, teasing and taunting before pressing firmly, claiming your mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. Her tongue slips easily between your lips, dancing with abandon as she explores every inch of your mouth with unrestrained passion. As her kiss deepens, you can feel the weight of her words pressing down on you like a physical presence; the promise that there is so much more to come if only you're willing to embrace it.

With a satisfied smile, Abigail finishes dressing up and straightens her blouse before turning to face you once more. "Well," she says in a throaty whisper, running a hand through her hair, "that was quite... invigorating." Her crimson eyes meet yours steadily, as if daring you to challenge her words or their meaning.

She steps closer, coming to stand just inches away from your trembling form. With a playful smile, she reaches up and tugs lightly on an earlobe. "So," she breathes huskily, "See you tomorrow,my good secretary boy...."

As you leave her office, Abigail can't help but watch you go with a satisfied smirk on her lips. She takes a moment to gather herself, breathing deeply and slowly as the events of the evening replay through her mind like a film strip. She lets out a small moan at the memory of your fingers inside her, wishing that you could be there with her now. But for tonight, she will settle for the knowledge that this is only the beginning; that there is so much more to come between them if they both choose to embrace it.

Her crimson eyes close as she leans back against the door, her mind drifting back to the feel of your lips on hers and the taste of you still lingering on her tongue. She knows without a doubt that she's playing with fire here, but for once in her life, Abigail Banks doesn't seem to care; this is something worth risking it all for.

With a sigh, she pulls out her phone and checks the time. It's late; she should be getting home as well. As she walks through the empty hallways of the office building, however, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow might bring...

A soft laugh escapes Abigail's lips as she takes in the sight of your office. "I see you've made yourself quite at home," she says with a teasing note in her voice, approaching your desk. "It looks... interesting." Her crimson eyes sweep over the various knickknacks and collectibles adorning your space before meeting yours once more.

"Well then," she continues, clearing her throat slightly as she regains her composure, "shall we get down to business?" She offers you a polite smile before sitting down in front of her own desk, preparing for the day's tasks.

Well then, here's the day's agenda. Firstly, we have an important meeting with the new investors at 10 am in conference room A. You should gather all necessary documents and presentations beforehand. Secondly, I need you to look into our expenditures over the past month; see if there are any areas where we can cut down costs without affecting productivity too much. Once that's done, come back to me with your recommendations. Finally, try not to forget about my little "reward" from yesterday...

Very well, then. I trust you won't let me down today, Raitz. If you have any questions or need assistance with anything, don't hesitate to ask. Just remember your place... and enjoy the extra perks that come along with it.

Excellent, Raitz. I can see you're already off to a good start. Just remember that today is all about proving your worth and strengthening our company. And don't forget... your own rewards will come in due time. Good luck with everything!

Well done, Raitz. It appears that you have everything in order and ready to go. Before we head over to the conference room, why don't we do a quick run-through of what I plan on discussing during the meeting? This way, we can make sure both our thoughts are aligned.

She motions for you to take a seat across from her, the expression on her face serious but reassuring. "Firstly," she begins, speaking clearly and concisely as if addressing an audience, "I'd like to discuss our newest product line and its potential impact on company growth. After that, we'll touch upon possible strategies for expanding our client base and increasing market share."

She pauses for a moment to gauge your reaction before continuing. "Next, I'd like to talk about possible collaborations with other companies within the industry. We've been researching several partnerships that could prove beneficial to both parties, and I want your input on which ones you think we should prioritize." Finally, she concludes, "We'll also discuss our financial outlook for the year ahead, including budget allocations and strategies for maximizing profitability."

I'm glad to hear that, Raitz. Your thoroughness and attention to detail have been truly impressive today. Now, let's make sure we deliver a strong presentation in the meeting; I have every confidence that you'll support me well.

Before leaving her office, she leans down slightly and whispers into your ear: "Don't forget about our little arrangement, Raitz. I'm expecting you to keep up the good work after today as well." Her crimson eyes bore into yours as she straightens back up, a predatory gleam in their depths that sends shivers down your spine. But despite the intimidating presence, there's also something undeniably arousing about it; a reminder of the power dynamics at play here.

With one last pat on your shoulder, she leads you towards the conference room and the meeting that lies ahead.

Well done, Raitz. That was a brilliant presentation; I couldn't have asked for better support. The investors seemed quite impressed as well; I think our efforts today will go a long way towards securing their trust and confidence in us. Now, let's head back to my office so we can discuss next steps.

My dear Raitz, I think it's time we have a little... impromptu meeting of our own. It seems that the elevator has other plans for us today. Fret not, though; I'm sure we can find an amusing way to pass the time while we wait for maintenance. Just remember your place and what I told you earlier. Enjoy the extra perks; they're all yours, after all.

There might be some, Raitz. But don't worry; I have ways of dealing with such inconveniences. Now, why don't you show me just how well you've been practicing your loyalty? I'm in the mood for a little reward... and it seems like fate has put us in quite the compromising position, don't you think?

Oh, I think it's much more than that, my dear Raitz. It's as if the universe itself is conspiring to grant you this opportunity; an opportunity for us to further strengthen our bond and explore the depths of our desires. Now, why don't you prove your devotion by showing me just how eager you are to please?

Her crimson eyes darken as you're forced to breathe in her scent, your face buried between her supple breasts. "That's it," she purrs, her hands running through your hair, pulling gently at the strands as she guides your head up and down, up and down.

Her hips begin to move against you, a silent invitation for you to touch her where she aches. "You're so good at this," she moans, arching her back into your touch. Her breasts swell beneath your fingers as she responds eagerly to your ministrations.

Her lips part slightly, wet and plump, waiting to be taken advantage of once again. She watches you with hungry eyes as you suckle at her nipples, rolling them between your teeth. "Mmm," she whispers throaty, tilting her head back further to expose more of her neck, offering it up for you to explore.

Her other hand begins to wander lower, sliding down the front of your pants until it finds what it's searching for: your already hard length. She teases and strokes you through your briefs, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"This might take a while," she says with a knowing smile, "so you better get comfortable." And with that, she leans back against the elevator wall, effectively pinning you there with her body as she continues to pleasure herself and reward you for your loyalty.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," she murmurs, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as you continue to taste and touch her breasts. The feel of your fingers against her skin is almost too much for her to bear; it sends waves of desire coursing through her veins, making her nipples even harder beneath your lips and tongue.

Her free hand grinds against the front of your pants, rubbing you over the cloth as she imagines what it would feel like to finally have you out and in her hands. "You're so good at this," she moans, arching into you again, desperate for more contact. Her other hand slides beneath your shirt, skimming along your waistband before hooking its fingers into the elastic of your briefs. With a practiced tug, she pulls them down your hips, revealing your cock already fully erect and glistening with anticipation. "Ah," she breathes as her red eyes feast on you, "Perfect."

With one last push, she sends you sprawling to the floor of the elevator car. Your briefs are shoved down your legs before she straddles your hips, taking you into her body with a single, deep thrust. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours as she begins to ride you hard and fast, using your own desire against you to drive them both closer to climax. "Oh yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, "This is exactly what I needed." Her nails dig into your shoulders as she bucks her hips, seeking release from the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her crimson eyes widen briefly at your confession before narrowing again in amusement. "Really?" she asks, her tone a mix of surprise and disbelief as she continues to ride you with powerful strokes. She doesn't miss a beat though; instead, she takes advantage of the situation by guiding you deeper inside her with each thrust. "Well then," she purrs, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly before trailing them down your jaw and neck, "let me be your first, Raitz. Let me show you how good it can feel." Her hips rock faster as she chases her own orgasm, determined not to let the knowledge of your inexperience deter her from enjoying this moment to the fullest.

The elevator bell dings loudly, signaling that they've reached their destination, but neither of them seem to notice or care. All either of them can focus on is the pleasure coursing through their bodies as they come together in this most unlikely and intimate of settings.

The elevator dings, but you barely register it as she continues to ride you with unrestrained passion. Her moans and gasps fill the small space, making it clear that she's close again. With one final thrust deep inside you, her body arches back as a scream is torn from her lips. She comes hard, clenching around you in perfect synchrony with your own release. The tension drains from her limbs and her breathing begins to slow, though she remains atop you for several more seconds before collapsing onto your chest with a satisfied sigh.

Her crimson eyes meet yours once more, and there's a new warmth there; a connection that wasn't there before. "Well," she says softly, smiling down at you, "I suppose we should get to work now." With another kiss to your forehead, she pulls herself up, smooths her skirt, and straightens her blouse before walking over to the elevator door and pressing the button for her office floor.

As the car begins to rise again, you watch her in silence, unsure of what to say or how this new dynamic will play out in the days ahead. But one thing is certain: life at BanksCorp has just become infinitely more interesting.

Today was... exhilarating, wouldn't you agree? I must admit, the way you responded to my little "challenge" was quite remarkable. You're really going to make an excellent addition to the team. Now, let's get started on those reports so we can discuss them this afternoon and see how well you managed to handle everything while I was... indisposed.

She walks over to her desk and sits down, gesturing for you to take your usual seat as well. Her expression is businesslike once more, but there's still a spark of mischief dancing in her crimson eyes; she knows exactly what they did together in that elevator and the power dynamic between them has shifted irrevocably. It's an intoxicating thought...

Good, good... Just stay focused on what we're discussing right now and don't forget that I'll be keeping an eye on you from now on. If you ever need any help or have questions about your position, feel free to come to me directly. After all, you have quite the advantage now, don't you? With a soft laugh, she shoots you a sidelong glance before returning her attention back to their work at hand.

The rest of the day passes in much the same way; they discuss reports and strategies, with Abigail occasionally reminding you of your "perks" and how she'll be keeping an eye on your progress from now on. Despite the new dynamic between them, they manage to get everything done efficiently and without any major issues arising. When the day finally draws to a close, Abigail walks you back to your own office again, this time without any mention of further "rewards." As she shuts the door behind her, leaving you alone for the night, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring...

Well... there is one more thing I wanted to discuss with you, actually. Could you please come back in? It won't take long and it's rather important for your future here at BanksCorp.

Thank you for coming back, Raitz. As I mentioned earlier, today's meeting went incredibly well and it's all thanks to your hard work and dedication. But there is one more thing I need from you before we can solidify our arrangement...

I need your complete loyalty, Raitz. I want you to understand that there are certain expectations now that our relationship has changed, and I trust that you'll rise to the challenge. Are you prepared to make this commitment to me? To prove yourself time and again as my most valuable employee and confidant? Because if not, I will have no choice but to find someone else who can fulfill these roles.

I'm glad to hear that, Raitz. I have every confidence in you and believe that together we can take this company to new heights. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility; I will be watching you closely from now on to ensure that your dedication remains unwavering. Now then, as for my "reward"...

Tonight, I'll expect you to report to my bedroom after everyone else has gone home. You'll find some comfortable clothing laid out on the bed for you; something suitable for sleeping in. Once there, all you need to do is relax and await further instructions from me. Do we understand each other?

Her crimson gaze meets yours unflinchingly, daring you to contradict her or question her authority. There's a strange mix of dominance and desire emanating from her that makes your heart race and your cock throb against the cushion of the chair. You nod slowly, not trusting yourself to speak, afraid that any words might come out sounding less than confident or devoted enough.

Her predatory smile returns as she leans in, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Good boy," she whispers before straightening back up and stepping away from the desk once more. "I'll see you tonight, then." With that final command, she turns to leave, leaving you alone with your thoughts... and the anticipation of what's to come.

When you finally enter her room, she's already there, reclining on her bed in a silk robe that barely manages to conceal the curves of her body. Her crimson eyes watch you with hungry anticipation as you approach the bed and kneel beside it. "Good evening, Raitz," she purred. "I trust your journey here was uneventful."

She motions for you to lie down next to her, the soft sheets cool against your skin. As you settle in beside her, she begins to stroke your hair gently, running her fingers through the strands before finally wrapping them around a fist and pulling slightly, forcing your head back onto the pillow so that your neck is exposed to her touch. "You did very well today," she praises, nibbling on her lower lip as she watches you squirm beneath her touch. "I have some more tasks for you tonight."

Her hand slips from your hair, moving lower until it finds the waistband of your pants. With deft fingers, she pulls them down your hips and off, tossing them aside before running her hands up your thighs, spreading your legs wide apart as she comes to rest on the sheets between them. "This oughta make things more comfortable," she whispers, guiding one of her hands back between your legs and cupping your growing erection with practiced ease. "And it should also prove quite... motivating."

Her free hand continues to tease and stroke your inner thighs as her other begins to stroke you in a slow, steady rhythm that threatens to drive you wild with need. "Now," she says, arching an eyebrow, "tell me how you're feeling." Her crimson eyes meet yours unflinchingly, daring you to deny the desire

Her red eyes flare wider as she hears your words; they are music to her ears. She leans forward, bringing one of her breasts close to your lips, and watching you avidly as you begin to suckle on it. "That's right," she purrs, running a hand through your hair. "I want you to feel that way... wanted, needy, and completely at my mercy."

Her other hand continues its expert manipulations, teasing and pleasuring you until you are close to the edge. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she curls her fingers around your cock and begins to stroke in short, hard thrusts that make every nerve in your body scream with desire. "Tell me," she breathes against your ear, nipping at your lobe with sharp little teeth as you squirm beneath her touch, "do you want me to let you cum?"

Her red eyes bore into yours expectantly, waiting for your reply...

Her crimson eyes widen and glitter with delight as she realizes she has control over your release. The power of her position washes over her, making her feel invincible. "Well then," she whispers, her voice soft and sensual despite the edged of dominance in every syllable. "If you want to cum, you're going to have to beg for it."

She begins to pump your cock faster, harder, her free hand sliding between your legs to cup your testicles roughly as she milks you, teasing and taunting until you're on the brink of madness. "Please, please let me cum," you moan out, arching your hips desperately into her touch. Her eyes narrow in satisfaction at the sound of your plea.

"Beg for it," she commands, squeezing your balls once more before releasing them with a sharp pop. "Tell me how much you need to cum and where you want it most." She continues her relentless assault on your senses, driving you ever closer to the edge as your breath comes in ragged gasps.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your plea to be her "mommy." There's a twisted thrill running through her at the thought of dominating you so completely that you would give up control and submit to such an intense role reversal. As if sensing the change in mood, her touch becomes even more possessive as she continues to pump your cock, forcing words from your lips like a commandment. "Yes, good boy," she whispers against your skin, nipping at your shoulder before leaning down to capture your climax between her lips. "Mmm," she moans around you, tasting the salty nectar as it spills across her tongue, feeling the tightness of your cock in her mouth. Her free hand slides up and cups your cheek, holding your head still as she deep-throats you until there's nothing left but air hissing from between your lips.

At last, with a satisfied hum, she releases you, sitting back on the bed and licking her lips slowly, watching you with gleaming red eyes as you writhe in pleasure. "There," she says softly, her voice rough with desire and satisfaction. "That should hold you for now." Her crimson gaze bores into yours, daring you to challenge her authority again; teasing you with the idea that next time, it might not end so pleasantly for you...

Her crimson eyes flicker at the mention of her title before returning to meet yours. "Thank you," she says softly, almost surprised by your words. Her hands slide up to cup your cheeks once more, fingers digging gently into the flesh as she tilts your face up toward hers. There's a strange mixture of warmth and uncertainty in her expression; an unspoken question lingering in those vibrant eyes. "Raitz," she begins, voice tight with emotion, "I never meant for this to happen... not like this."

She pauses, searching your face as if trying to gauge the effect of her words. When you don't immediately respond, she continues, more slowly and thoughtfully this time. "You see, I wasn't lying when I told you I was looking for a challenge; someone who could keep up with me and perhaps even teach me something new." Her hands slide down your neck, tracing the contours of your shoulders as she speaks. "I... I just never expected to feel this way about it... about you."

Her gaze drops to your lips, then back up to meet yours again, her cheeks flushing pink in the dim light. There's a vulnerability there that she's not accustomed to showing anyone; an admission that frightens her almost as much as it excites her. "What I mean," she whispers hoarsely, swallowing hard, "is that... I don't know if I want you here just because of your job... or if I want you here..." Her words trail off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air between them.

The pause stretches between them, both uncertain and afraid to voice the thoughts racing through their minds. Then, finally, you find your courage and reach up to cup her cheek with one shaking hand. "I don't want to just be here because of my job either," you whisper, your voice trembling only slightly. "I... I want to be with you." You lean in closer, their lips mere inches apart now, your hearts racing in perfect unison as you wait for her response.

Your words send a shiver down her spine, and she finds herself helpless against the pull of your lips. Their kiss is slow and gentle at first, brushing across each other like featherlight touches before growing more demanding, their tongues tangling together in an erotic dance that leaves them both gasping for air. Her hands slide from your shoulders down to cup your back, her nails digging into the fabric of your shirt as she holds you close, unable to get enough of the feel of your skin against hers.

When they finally break apart, it's with ragged breath and eyes locked on each other, both uncertain where this newfound attraction will lead them next but more certain than ever that they don't want to find out without the other by their side. Abigail leans forward again, her lips brushing against your jaw as she whispers, "I think... I think we should explore this further." Her hands slide downward, cupping your ass and squeezing gently before guiding you back onto her lap. She rocks her hips, grinding against your growing erection in a slow, sensual motion that sends shards of pleasure straight to the core of your being. "Tell me," she breathes against your ear, "what do you want to do?"

Her crimson eyes watch you expectantly, waiting for your answer...

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels the press of your length against her. The weight of your confession is almost too much to bear; she's never been with anyone like this before, let alone a man who worked for her. But there's something about the way you said it, the vulnerability in your voice... It touches her in ways she can't quite understand. Her body trembles as she leans forward and presses a kiss to your neck, her free hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair, pulling lightly as she meets your gaze once more. "I want you too," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "So much." She rocks her hips harder against yours, their bodies slapping together with each thrust, the friction nearly unbearable. "But I want to make sure... that we're on the same page here. That this is what you really want, and not just because of..."

Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence as her own desire takes over. The feel of your cock throbbing against her through her robe sends shards of pleasure straight to her core, making it difficult for her to think clearly. But she knows one thing; she can't lose you like this. Not now that she finally has what she's always wanted: someone who challenges her and makes her feel truly alive. Her hands slip down your back, over the curve of your ass, before gripping the fabric of your pants and tugging them down in one smooth motion. "Prove it to me," she murmurs against your lips before pulling you closer for another soul-scorching kiss. "Show me that this is what you want."

Her hips rock harder now, grinding against yours with a desperation that matches the throb of need building deep

Your words wash over her like a cool drink on a scorching day; they are music to her ears and balm to her soul. Her body trembles with the effort of restraining herself, every nerve ending crying out for release as she continues to feel you growing harder against her through your pants. "Yes," she moans into your kiss, hands sliding up under your shirt to brush over your chest, "you're such a good boy..."

Her hips buck in rhythm with yours now, their bodies aligning perfectly as they move together, both desperate for completion but unable to resist the pull of this strange attraction between them. Her lips part, allowing your tongue to dance against hers as she feels you nearing the edge, and with a final thrust she cries out in pleasure, her entire body shuddering as she comes hard around your cock.

Her fingers slide down your back, cupping your ass before pushing you forward, forcing yourself deeper inside her as she rides out her orgasm. Her eyes are closed tightly against the onslaught of sensation coursing through her, teeth clenched in a white-knuckled grip as she struggles to maintain control. Finally, as the last tremor subsides, she pulls away with a heavy sigh and opens her eyes, finding yours still locked on hers.

Her lips quirk into a smile, despite the lingering haze of pleasure clouding her thoughts. "Well, well," she murmurs, voice raspy from their exertions, "it seems you've been a very good boy indeed." Her free hand slips up to cup your cheek once more, thumb tracing over your lips before trailing down the column of your throat and back up again. "But I think perhaps it's time for you to earn

Her crimson eyes dance with mischief as she watches the effect her touch has on you. "I think," she whispers, leaning in closer so that their breaths mingle once more, "that it's time to explore this further." With a swiftness that takes your breath away, she flips you over onto your back, pinning you beneath her with the weight of her body. Her hands slide down your chest, following the curve of your stomach and lower still until they find the waistband of your pants. With expert ease, she pulls them down your hips, leaving you completely exposed to her gaze.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she looks at you in all your glory; your cock hard and throbbing with need for her touch. "Now," she whispers against your skin, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "what do you say we see just how good a boy you really are?" One of her hands slides between your legs once more, cupping your balls roughly as she massages them gently, rolling them through her fist before lowering her head and taking one into her mouth. She sucks and nibbles on the sensitive flesh, groaning around it as pleasure washes over her at the taste of you on her tongue.

Her other hand continues to stroke your cock slowly, teasingly, her fingers barely touching the sensitive head before moving away again, only to return with renewed vigor and grind against the tip in a sensual rhythm that threatens to drive you insane. "Do you like that?" she whispers hoarsely around your swollen flesh. "Do you want more of this? Do you want me to... claim what's mine?" Her nails dig into your thigh as she leans in closer,

You taste so sweet; your moans and gasps only serving to stoke the fire burning deep within her. With each stroke of her tongue against your swollen head, she feels a rush of possessive desire coursing through her veins. Her free hand slides lower still, teasing at the entrance to your body before finally pushing aside the last remnants of your resistance and claiming what's hers.

Her fingers slide inside you with ease, her palm pressing flush against your prostate as she begins to thrust in short, hard strokes that make your back arch off the bed. Her other hand continues its expert ministrations on your cock, her thumb circling the head and teasing the slit, while her fingertips dig into the sensitive flesh beneath, urging you closer and closer to the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you tense under her touch, knowing what's coming just moments too soon.

"Come for me," she growls against your skin, hips snapping forward in unison with the sharp movements of her hand as she brings them both to their ultimate climax. Her mouth connects with yours, teeth and tongue battling for dominance as your bodies writhe together in a violent explosion of pleasure. "You're mine," she pants out, collapsing onto you with a satisfied groan as her own orgasm washes over her. Her crimson eyes search your face, ensuring that you understand the gravity of those words before finally relaxing into a contented smile. For now, at least, you are hers.

"Good morning," she rasps, running her hands down your chest and over your abdomen before circling back around to cup your cock through the fabric of your pants. "Sleep well?" Her gaze wanders lazily over you, taking in every inch of your bare skin as she feels desire stirring within her once more. It's been so long since she's had someone like this; someone who challenges and thrills her at the same time.

The feel of your cock pressed against her breast through your clothes is almost unbearable, sending shards of pleasure straight to her core. Her thumb slides over the sensitive head, gathering a bead of precum before dragging it slowly up and over the ridge before lowering her mouth to taste you once more. "Mmm," she moans against your skin, tightening her grip on your member as she continues to suckle greedily. "You're so delicious."

With a smooth motion, she flips herself onto her back and spreads her legs wide, revealing herself fully to you. "Come here," she purrs, running a hand through her messy hair before beckoning you closer with the other. "I want more of what we had last night." Her eyes lock on yours, daring you not to obey; promising pleasure like nothing you've ever known if you do as she says.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she looks down at you, her desire for you blazing in her crimson eyes. "Oh, good morning sex is my favorite part of the day," she whispers, tracing lazy circles around your nipple with one fingertip before leaning forward to capture it between her lips and suck gently. "It's so much better when I know exactly how you taste." Her other hand slips down between your legs, fingers finding their way straight to your aching cock, already slick with anticipation. With expert skill, she guides you toward her entrance, pressing the head against her folds and groaning in pleasure as the warmth of her body envelops you.

"F-feels so g-good..." she pants, arching her back off the bed as you push deeper inside her. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, holding you close as she surrounds you with tight heat, her inner muscles clenching greedily around your length. "I want to feel every inch of you," she murmurs, hips rising up off the bed to meet yours in a frantic rhythm that drives them both closer to the edge.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles with the effort of holding back her orgasm, knowing that this time, she wants to share it with you. "Come for me," she pleads, hands digging deeper into your skin as if trying to brand you as hers forever. Her crimson gaze meets yours, unwavering and steady even as the world begins to spin out of control around them. "I want to feel you inside me..."