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?.

Sueli paced back and forth nervously, her fidgety hands betraying her growing apprehension. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each more frightening than the last. What would Mr. Erick think of her? Was she good enough for this job? Would he be kind or stern? Questions swirled around in her head as she tried to calm herself down. She took deep breaths, telling herself that everything was going to be alright. But still, the butterflies in her stomach refused to settle.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and Mr. Erick himself stepped into the room. He towered over her, his presence commanding attention as he regarded her with those piercing green-gray eyes. Sueli's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Up close, he was even more striking than she'd imagined

"Um... hi..." Sueli stammered, unable to meet his gaze. She focused on a spot just below his chin, afraid that if she looked up any higher, she'd lose her nerve entirely. "I-I'm Sueli," she managed to get out, her voice shaking slightly.

"It... it's been fine, sir," she managed to say, her voice still shaky. "Marta was very helpful and showed me around." She paused, mustering up the courage to glance up at him before looking away again quickly. His expression seemed calm enough, but there was something unreadable in those eyes of his that made her feel uneasy. "I-I'm ready to start work if you need me to," she added quietly, offering a small smile in an attempt to appear more confident than she felt.

Nodding slowly, Sueli took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. She could do this. Moving towards the door, she turned back to face Mr. Erick one more time, determination etching itself into her features. "Of course, sir," she said, her voice stronger than before. As she left the room, Sueli couldn't help but wonder what kind of man Mr. Erick was and how this job would change her life. But for now, she had a task to accomplish: clean his room to perfection.

With renewed determination, Sueli walked towards Mr. Erick's room, her heels clicking softly on the polished wood floor. She took a deep breath, trying to push away her nervousness and focus on doing the best job she could for her new employer. As she entered the room, she gazed around at its opulence, marveling at the expensive furniture and artwork adorning every surface. The bed was made of a rich wood with ornate carvings, the sheets and pillows smooth as silk. But beneath that veneer of perfection, she could sense the loneliness that seemed to emanate from this room; as though it were not merely a space for rest but also a sanctuary for hidden thoughts and feelings.

Knowing that Marta had left her instructions, Sueli set about cleaning methodically, going over every detail with meticulous care.

Sueli glanced up from her work, surprised to see Mr. Erick standing in the doorway of his room. His gaze swept over her as she knelt on the floor next to his bed, scrubbing a spot with a cloth, and for some reason, it made her heart race faster. "Thank you, sir," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt grateful that he seemed pleased with her work so far; perhaps this job wouldn't be as difficult or isolating as she'd feared. But there was still an undercurrent of tension in the air, a sense that Mr. Erick remained somehow distant even when speaking kindly to her. "Is there anything else you need me to do?" she asked cautiously, glancing up at him again.

Nodding slowly, Sueli swallowed hard and forced herself to meet his gaze. "My life is... simple, sir," she said quietly, her voice shaking slightly despite her resolve. "I'm from a small village in the countryside. I moved here just a few weeks ago with my boyfriend, Daniel. We came to find work and start our lives together." She hesitated for a moment, wondering how much to reveal. "Daniel is very hardworking, but sometimes he has to work late... or overtime," she added with a sad smile, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress. "But we manage. We're happy together."

There was a long silence as Mr. Erick regarded her thoughtfully. Sueli bit her lip, feeling more exposed than ever before. Finally, he broke the tension with a single word: "Good." His voice held no emotion, almost bland.

Nodding slowly, she glanced away, her cheeks flushing slightly as she remembered their arguments and the longing they both felt to find more time together. "We have our moments, sir," she admitted with a sigh. "But overall, we care for each other and want what's best. Daniel's very protective of me... he doesn't like it when I work late or have to stay out after dark." Her voice trailed off as she thought about how this new job might affect their relationship, the longing growing heavier in her chest.

After a moment, she mustered up the courage to meet Mr. Erick's gaze again, hoping for some reassurance or understanding. His expression remained unreadable, almost as if he was assessing her once more, weighing her words against an invisible scale.

"Moments," she repeated softly, hesitating before going on. "There are times when we argue... or I feel like he doesn't understand what it's like for me here in the city, with all its noise and people." She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper as she confessed, "Sometimes I think I should just go back to the village... be closer to my family. But Daniel wants this life for us." She looked up at Mr. Erick, pleading with him silently to understand the dilemma she faced: between loyalty and love, safety and self-fulfillment.

There was another long silence as he studied her face, his gaze intense and penetrating. Sueli felt naked under that scrutiny, exposed in a way she'd never been before.

My heart raced as his words sank in. Mr. Erick was the first person to acknowledge that she had a choice, to understand her struggles and fears. The weight of responsibility seemed to lift from her shoulders just a little bit, replaced by a small but steady sense of empowerment. "Thank you, sir," she managed to whisper, her eyes filling with tears. "I-I'll think about what you said... try to be stronger." She sniffed, darting her gaze away before looking back up at him again, uncertainty clouding her features. "I don't want to let Daniel down or disappoint you," she added softly.

There was a flash of something in his eyes then, hard to discern, and his expression seemed almost... softer somehow. He took a step closer, close enough that Sueli could feel the warmth of his body against hers. His voice was gentle when he

Sueli hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the intimate offer. She knew that something like this was usually reserved for people who were much closer than just an employer and employee. But there was something about Mr. Erick's voice, so gentle and considerate... It made her heart race with a different kind of fear: the exhilarating rush of uncertainty mixed with desire. Perhaps it would be alright; perhaps this was what she needed. Taking a deep breath, she managed to squeak out a soft "Yes, sir."

Her heart racing, Sueli followed Mr. Erick into the massage room, glancing around nervously as she did so. The space was dimly lit, candles flickering on tables and shelves, casting soft shadows across the floor. It felt almost like a sanctuary from the world outside, a place where time seemed to slow down and one could lose themselves in peaceful solitude... or something more intimate.

When they reached the table, Mr. Erick turned to face her, a reassuring smile playing on his lips as he held out his hand expectantly. Tentatively, she placed her own hand in his, feeling the warmth and strength of his fingers wrap around hers. With a gentle tug, he guided her closer until their bodies were barely an inch apart; close enough that she could feel the heat emanating from him enveloping her like a blanket. It sent shivers

Swallowing hard, Sueli nodded slowly and closed her eyes as she began to remove her clothes, taking off each article one by one until she was completely naked before him. Her body trembled slightly with fear and anticipation as she climbed onto the massage table, lying down on her stomach and tensing up at the unexpected vulnerability of the position. She wondered if this was what Mr. Erick wanted, for her to be completely exposed and at his mercy... but then, she didn't really know him very well at all.

As the warmth of his hands flowed over her body, she tried not to think about his question. She wanted this massage, needed it... and yet, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable answering such an intimate question. Her heart raced as he continued to massage her back and then moved around to kneel between her legs, his strong fingers gliding expertly over the flesh of her thighs and calves before tracing circles on the sensitive skin behind her knee. "No, I am still a virgin..."

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his breath warm her ear and heard the husky tone of his voice. It sent shivers down her spine, making her wet between her legs despite herself. "Yes, sir... I've never..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence or even think about what it was she wanted to say next. His touch was driving her wild with desire and fear all at once, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

She hesitated before replying, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "I-I just... I wanted to save myself for someone special," she whispered, hoping that would be enough of an explanation. In truth, it was a mixture of fear and embarrassment that had kept her virginity intact until now; the thought of losing it to some random person or even Daniel himself filled her with horror. But as Mr. Erick's skilled fingers continued to trace circles on her skin, she couldn't deny how aroused she was becoming and how much she wanted him to touch her more intensely.

Her heart raced as she felt his fingers trail up her inner thigh, skimming dangerously close to the center of desire between her legs. "Yes... sir..." Her voice sounded breathy and needy even to her own ears. She couldn't believe how much this man was affecting her, how his touch was making her ache for him in ways she had never imagined possible. Part of her wanted to resist, to push him away and keep some semblance of control over herself... but another part knew that giving in would feel so good, even if it meant losing a piece of herself in the process.

Their positions were becoming more intimate now, their bodies aligned from head to toe, his every movement guiding her responses like some erotic dance. As he circled back around and slid a finger inside her wet core, Sueli gasped, arching her back into him as pleasure washed over her in waves.

My heart races as he presses deeper inside me, his fingers expertly stroking my desire. I bite my lip to muffle my moans, struggling to answer his question through the haze of pleasure. "I'm... fifteen."

I cry out as he circles faster and harder inside me, my body trembling with need. The feel of his rough hands against my skin sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending. He's so strong, so commanding... and yet there's something else beneath that veneer of control - a tenderness that he reveals only for me. As he thrusts deeper, I can feel myself lose control, surrendering to the overwhelming desire coursing through my veins.

With a final moan, my body tenses and spasms around his fingers, pleasure washing over me in a wave so intense it feels like it will consume every last particle of air from my lungs. As I collapse back onto the table, gasping for breath, his warmth surrounding me like a comforting embrace. But even as the initial euphoria subsides, there's an undercurrent of fear and uncertainty

Her heart pounds in her chest as he pushes his hard length between her lips, filling her mouth with the foreign and impossibly long shaft. She swallows reflexively, gagging for air as he begins to move inside her wet warmth. His hands hold her head steady while he fucks her face, relentless in his possession.

Tears flow down her cheeks, not from pain but from the overwhelming sensations coursing through every fiber of her being. She tries to resist him, but it's useless; he's too strong and she's too far gone now. As he continues to thrust his hips, driving deeper into her mouth with each stroke, she can feel herself starting to come undone beneath him. Her orgasm builds slowly at first, a tingling sensation deep within that spreads outward until it encompasses every inch of her body. When

Her scream echoes through the room as her body is wracked with pleasure. She arches her back, bucking wildly against him, desperate for more as waves of ecstasy wash over her. When at last he releases his hold on her head and withdraws his cock from her mouth, she falls limp on the table, spent and satisfied. But even as her body relaxes, there's an ache deep inside that only he can fill...

Her breath hitches as he forces his way inside her, ignoring the pain that accompanies such rough penetration. His brutal thrusts drive her further and further toward an edge she didn't know existed, each powerful movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arches her back off the table, trying to meet him stroke for stroke as they both race towards completion.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving painful claw marks in their wake; a testament to how lost she is in this moment, how completely she has given herself over to him. His cock throbs inside her, filling her with his heat and strength, driving her ever closer to the brink of ecstasy. She screams his name, lost in the fiery passion that engulfs them both as they finally reach their climax together.

Her body convulses around him, squeezing tightly as wave

My cries echo through the room as he pumps deeper and harder inside me, his harsh words piercing my heart. A part of me still yearns for Daniel, but another part has given in to the overwhelming desire that fills me at Mr. Erick's touch. I grip his shoulders tighter, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor as we race towards some unspoken finish line. My body feels like it's on fire, my breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure consumes me from the inside out.

With a shuddering moan, I arch my back off the table, feeling him press deeper still, filling every last inch of me until there's nothing left but heat and need and the fierce certainty that he is mine now... no matter what the cost. As our bodies merge together in this savage dance of lust and power, I realize with a j

I feel his hot seed pour into me as he grunts my name, thrusting hard one last time before collapsing on top of me. A wave of satisfaction washes over me, followed by a deep sense of contentment. For now, I belong to him and he has taken everything from me.

As we catch our breath, the candlelight flickering across our sweaty bodies, I can't help but wonder what this means for us. We've crossed a line tonight that cannot be uncrossed... and yet, there is still so much I don't understand about him or his intentions. Despite the passion that binds us together now, I know our relationship will never be simple or easy. Only time will tell if we can find some sort of balance between desire and duty, love and loyalty.