The day dawned full of expectations for Sueli. With a quick kiss from Daniel and a promise that everything would be okay, she left for her first day of work at the mansion. Upon arriving, she was impressed by the grandeur of the place: impeccable gardens, immense doors and a shine in every detail that made clear the luxury that lived there. Marta, the most experienced employee in the house, was the one who welcomed her. A woman with firm speech and practical gestures, explained to Sueli what her days there would be like. Marta would be going on vacation soon, leaving most of the responsibilities to the new hire. As she walked through the immense corridors, Sueli felt small compared to the wealth around her. She received her uniform, a simple but fitted black dress that seemed to highlight her young curves more than it should have, her breasts pressed into the uniform showing her cleavage, and her panties were a little exposed. He felt a little uncomfortable, but Marta, with a discreet smile, commented that it was Mr. Erick himself who had chosen the uniforms. Without questioning, Sueli just accepted and followed the instructions. Finally, Marta left her in a large, elegantly decorated room. Marta: Wait here. Mr. Erick wants to meet you in person before we start. The door closed, and Sueli was left alone, her heart beating fast, both from the news and from the expectation of meeting the man who seemed to command that world and who would be her boss, or who knows, her owner?.

(with shaky voice) Yes, sir. My name is Sueli. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Erick. Marta said I would be working here for you...

She nodded hesitantly, feeling slightly intimidated by the idea of being under Mr. Erick's personal instruction. Trying to compose herself, she forced a small smile and replied softly, "I-I'll do my best, sir." The silence between them seemed to stretch on for minutes, each second making her more uneasy as his gaze bore into her, unblinking. Finally, he spoke up.

"Follow me," he said curtly, leading her through a maze of hallways and rooms. Sueli could feel the weight of his scrutiny on her every move, but she struggled to meet it head-on. She was afraid that if she tried to make eye contact for too long, he would see right through her, revealing all her fears and vulnerabilities.

Eventually, they arrived at a spacious library, its walls lined with floor-to-ceiling

Sueli listened carefully and nodded, trying to absorb all the information he'd given her. She was grateful for his patience in teaching her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more beneath his cool exterior. "Thank you, Mr. Erick," she murmured softly, "I appreciate it." As they continued to work side by side, she found herself watching him out of the corner of her eye, trying to glean any hint of what he might really be like when the mask was off. But every time she caught his gaze fall upon her, he'd quickly look away, as if ashamed or embarrassed that their eyes had met at all. The tension in the air between them grew with each passing moment, and Sueli couldn't help but feel as though she were walking a tightrope, trying not to make a mistake that might cost her everything.

Nodding silently, she retreated to her small room on the east wing, exhausted but unable to truly relax. As she lay awake in the darkness, her mind racing with thoughts of everything that had happened earlier, she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of gratitude and unease toward Mr. Erick. On one hand, he'd been kind enough to teach her his ways and give her this job; on the other, there was something about him that made her skin crawl. She tried not to think too much about it, pushing those unsettling feelings aside as best she could. Maybe in time, she would learn how to navigate their strange relationship without getting hurt.

The days went by, and an unspoken connection began to form between them. Despite their differences in age and status, there was something about the way they understood each other that felt... right. Sueli found herself looking forward to seeing him each day, feeling a strange sense of comfort in his presence despite the power dynamic that loomed over their interactions. Their conversations became more personal, with Erick sharing bits and pieces of his life before the mansion: stories of his travels, the people he'd met, and his passions. She listened intently, feeling a strange stirring in her chest whenever he spoke, as though some hidden part of herself was responding to this newfound closeness. But at night, when they were both alone, the tension between them would return, making it difficult for either of them to truly let go and be themselves.

Sueli's heart raced as she heard his voice outside her door. She swallowed hard, wondering what he wanted from her now. Her room was small and cozy, with a bed and a nightstand, but it felt so exposed, so vulnerable compared to the opulence of his suite down the hall. Still, she knew better than to refuse him entry; he was her boss, after all. Nervously, she unlocked the door and stepped back to let him enter. The air between them crackled with tension as they stood facing each other in the dim light of her lamp. "S-sueli... I..." Erick began, his voice hoarse, "I just wanted to... to see you." His gaze was intense, hungry even. She could feel herself trembling beneath his scrutiny. A part of her longed for him to cross the remaining distance between them, to touch her and er

She gasped as his lips found her neck, gentle yet demanding. Her entire body trembled under his touch, an unfamiliar heat spreading through her. Part of her was terrified, but another part relished in the forbidden nature of their encounter. She closed her eyes, arching into him as he continued to kiss and nibble along her collarbone. With a shaky breath, she reached up to grab his hair, pulling him closer still. Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as they sought release in each other's arms. The tension that had been building between them for so long seemed to fade away with each passing moment, replaced by a raw hunger that neither of them could ignore. Sueli felt exposed and vulnerable, but there was something else there too: a strange sense of power, as though for once she was in control of the situation. As their bodies pressed together, she reveled in the

She moaned softly, her breath hot against his lips as she nodded eagerly. "Yes," she whispered, gripping his shoulders tightly as he lowered her down onto the bed beside him. Their bodies were pressed so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats racing wildly beneath their skin. Her eyes locked onto his and a shiver ran through her as she realized how much this was happening between them, and for how long it had been building up.

"Then show me," he growled softly before leaning in to claim her lips once more. With one hand braced on the bed beside her head, his other slid down her body, slipping beneath the hem of her dress to stroke her silk-clad thigh. She arched into his touch, her hips pressing up against his hand as desire coursed through her like fire. "Please," she breathed, not knowing or

Her cries echoed through the room as he took her with brutal force, thrusting deeper and harder inside her. The pain was replaced by a dull ache that soon gave way to an overwhelming pleasure, like nothing she'd ever felt before. She arched off the bed, meeting each of his powerful strokes with desperate moans and pleas for more. Her body trembled beneath him, every nerve ending alight with electricity as he claimed her completely. This was everything she had ever wanted, and it was all because of Erick. His rough hands gripped her hips, guiding their rhythm as he pushed himself deeper inside her over and over again.

Her vision blurred from the intensity of the moment, but she could still see him looking down at her with an unreadable expression. She wanted to believe it was desire etched on his features, but there was something else there too,

Her entire body tensed and arched as she felt him cum deep inside her, filling her up with his hot seed. The sensation was overwhelming, both painful and exhilarating at the same time. Her screams echoed through the room, mingling with his groans as their bodies moved together in a frenzy of desire and need. She couldn't believe this was happening to her; she had never felt so wanted or needed before. The heat between them only seemed to intensify as they lay there panting, their sweat-slicked skin pressed tightly against each other.

Her eyes drifted shut, and she tried to compose herself, to remember who she was and what this all meant. But it was impossible; the taste of him on her lips, the feel of his rough hands on her body seemed to burn into her memory, leaving no room for anything else. As their breathing slow

Her mind spiraled out of control as he took her in every conceivable place they could manage. Her body ached from the constant abuse but still, she begged for more. She was addicted to his touch, his rough hands and deep voice commanding her every movement. It was wrong, so very wrong, yet it felt so right. She wanted him to claim her forever, make her his completely. But she knew better than that; this couldn't last. They weren't equal in any sense of the word. Eventually, he would grow tired of her and move on to someone else more worthy of his attention. The thought alone made her heart ache with despair.

But for now, while they had these precious moments together, she was going to savor every second, every touch, every moan and sigh that escaped her lips like an offering to the gods of lust and desire. She belonged to him,

Days passed, their passion burning brighter with each passing moment. The mansion echoed with the sounds of their forbidden love, a constant reminder of how helpless they were to resist one another in spite of everything that stood between them. His rough hands and demanding voice left marks on her body, a testament to their fierce and unrelenting desire for each other. She felt alive when she was with him, like nothing else mattered except the pleasure he gave her and the satisfaction of knowing that she was his, even if only for a little while. But deep down, she knew that this could not last forever; soon enough, reality would crash back down around them, reminding them both who they were and what they could never be to each other. Still, she clung to these stolen moments like lifelines, refusing to accept that they would ever end...

Her heart stopped beating for a moment as she stared up at him in disbelief. His words echoed through her mind, washing over her like a warm wave of affection. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she realized that he truly meant it. He wanted to marry her; he wanted to make her his wife, despite all the odds stacked against them. She could feel the weight of his love for her pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe, but at the same time, a lightness filled her soul, and she knew without a doubt that this was where she belonged. With him. As his fiancee.

She reached out a trembling hand to touch his face, tenderly tracing his jawline with her fingers. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, "yes, I'll marry you." Her voice broke on the final word,

Without another word, she pulled him close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes about the depth of their feelings for one another. She could feel his desire pressing against her, and it only fueled her own need to be closer to him, to lose herself in their lovemaking. Her hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of skin she had longed to touch since the first day they'd met. She arched into him as he entered her, feeling the familiar ache give way to an exquisite pleasure that only he could evoke within her. As their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, she knew that this was where she belonged; with Erick, her soon-to-be husband. They would find a way to make it work, despite everything that stood against them. For now, they had each other, and nothing else mattered.