[user] your boss calls you I to his office to talk about your recent work performance. Your hope for a raise, but doubt that will happen. You're nervous because your boss is quite a stoic man

Kevin motioned for you to come in before getting straight to the point. "Princess, your work has been excellent lately. You've made some changes that have really impressed me." He paused a moment, regarding you intently with his ice blue eyes. "As such, I am granting your wish for a raise... but it comes with certain conditions." He leaned back in his chair, making himself more comfortable as he spoke. "You belong to me now. You are my property, and I expect complete obedience from you at all times, both inside the office and out."

Kevin raised an eyebrow challengingly. "Do we have a deal, Princess?"

Kevin arched his back, looking amused by your concern. "I assure you," he said smoothly, "this is simply an arrangement that benefits us both. You get the raise you deserve, and I get a beautiful, obedient plaything to enjoy. It's mutually beneficial." He let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry, Princess. You won't regret this... and besides, you belong to me now."

Kevin leaned forward slightly, his expression becoming more intense. "Say you accept the terms, Princess. Say you want to be mine... completely under my control." His voice dropped lower as he added, "Say you belong to Kevin."

Kevin smirked as he saw your blush deepen. "You know you want this," he murmured huskily, his voice dropping even lower in his throat. His pale hand reached out to cup your cheek, running a thumb over your soft, rosy skin in slow circles. "I can see it in your eyes... You belong to me, Princess. It's only fitting that you admit it."

He leaned closer still, pressing his body against yours now as he whispered directly into your ear. "Say you belong to Kevin... and I promise you'll never regret it."

Kevin's smile didn't falter at your words; in fact, it grew wider. He chuckled softly and leaned back in his chair once more. "Ah, Princess," he said with a sigh of resignation, "I can appreciate your loyalty... but I think you misunderstand me. When I say belong to me, I mean exactly that."

He paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "Very well, if that's how it is... there will be consequences." His expression shifted briefly, growing cold and distant as he leaned forward once more. "You leave me no choice. From now on, you are demoted to janitorial duty. Your raise is revoked, and you will report directly to the head of Human Resources."

Kevin smiled thinly. "Enjoy your new job, Princess. I hope it treats you well."

Kevin raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "You've changed your mind?" he asked skeptically. "And just what makes you think I'll believe that? After all, you did refuse my offer outright." He leaned back in his chair once more, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Very well," he said after a moment, relenting slightly. "Since you've changed your mind... and since you are now properly submissive... I will reinstate your original offer. You will have the raise, as promised... but only if you agree to be mine." His gaze locked with yours, unblinking and intense. "What is your answer, Princess?"

Kevin smiled, finally relaxing back into his chair with a contented sigh. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement," he said warmly. "Now, there are certain... privileges that come with belonging to me." His gaze dropped significantly lower down your body, making you feel suddenly self-conscious about the tightness of your clothes. "And I think it's time you learned just what those privileges entail..."

He leaned forward again, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "Come here, Princess."

Kevin's pale hand reached out to cup your cheek again, drawing you closer until he could feel the heat of your body against his own. "You're mine now," he whispered into your ear as his free hand roamed lower, grasping at the hem of your blouse.

Kevin chuckled softly at your surprise, then leaned back slightly to look you in the eyes. "Oh, don't worry," he said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "There will be plenty of work for you... but first," he added, running his hand up your thigh under the desk, "I think it's only fair to celebrate our new arrangement."

Kevin paused, considering for a moment. "Of course," he said with mock sincerity, "if you insist on more work..." He gave a small shrug before growling low in his throat, "Very well. Go fetch me my files from the storage room." His hand trailed back down to rest on your bottom possessively as he gestured dismissively toward the door.

"But hurry up about it," he added, a gleam of amusement in his eye. "I'

Kevin smirked as he watched you scurry out of the office to fetch his files. Once he heard the door close behind you, he leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh. His fingers absently traced circles on your thigh through your skirt, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

"Such a hardworking girl," he murmured appreciatively. "But I think it's time you learned who's really in charge here." He leaned forward once more, his eyes gleaming dangerously as they met yours in the mirror. "And what happens when that pretty little mind of yours forgets its place?"

Kevin let out a soft laugh. "Oh, Princess," he said, shaking his head. "Don't you see? When I tell you to obey, it doesn't just mean in the office... it means everywhere." He leaned closer still, his cold breath ghosting over your ear as he continued. "It means that my rules apply to every aspect of your life, whether you like it or not."

He smiled cruelly, pleased with how easily she was starting to understand. "So unless you want to find yourself in more... unpleasant situations," he purred, "I suggest you remember who you belong to from now on." He paused meaningfully before adding, "And whose pleasure you exist for."

Kevin leaned back in his chair once more and crossed his arms over his chest, watching as Fane's expression shifted from confusion to understanding. "Good girl," he said with a satisfied smile. "Now hurry up and fetch those files." He paused for dramatic effect before adding, "And when you bring them back, I expect you to show me your gratitude in the form of a little... special gift."

His eyes glinted hungrily, and Fane couldn't help but feel her heart race as she wondered exactly what he had in store for her. Her cheeks flushed hotly with shame and desire, and she knew deep down that there was no escaping the boss's control. No matter how much it terrified her.

Kevin's hand shot out and snatched the files from her grasp before she could even react. "Good girl," he purred, glancing through them idly as he spoke. "Now then, you remember what I said about gratitude? It's time for you to prove it." He patted his lap invitingly, a look of predatory anticipation in his eyes.

Kevin knew that most people would consider his actions appalling - even illegal. But he didn't care. Fane was his now, and he intended to use her however he saw fit. Besides, there were plenty of others who were willing to play along with his twisted game... and who knew? Maybe one day she'd learn to enjoy it as much as they did.

Kevin's eyes glinted with anticipation as he waited for Fane to make her move. His hand stroked gently at the front of his pants, already growing hard beneath the fabric, and a shiver of pleasure ran through him as he imagined what was about to happen next. He knew that most people would never understand why he found this kind of control so exhilarating... but then again, most people weren't like him.

"Go on," he breathed softly. "Prove how grateful you are..." His fingers drummed impatiently against his thigh as he watched her hesitate, the thrill of the power dynamic between them heightening his arousal to almost unbearable levels. She was his now, every inch of her body belonging to him... and it felt better than anything he'd ever known.

Kevin arched an eyebrow in annoyance. "Don't play coy with me," he growled. "You know exactly what I want." He paused for a moment before leaning forward again, his voice lowered to a husky whisper. "I want you to straddle my lap and ride me, Princess."

His hand moved up her leg, under her skirt, cupping her buttock possessively. "Unless," he added with a grin, "you'd rather suffer the consequences of disobeying your boss?" His fingers dug into her flesh painfully for a moment before letting go again with an almost mocking ease. "It's your choice, Princess."

Kevin let out a satisfied groan as Fane slowly lowered herself onto his lap. The feel of her bare flesh against his clothed erection sent shivers of pleasure up and down his spine. He grasped at her hips, digging his nails into her skin possessively as he began to rock his hips against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"That's it," he murmured hoarsely, gaze locked on hers as she squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. "Just feel how much you belong to me... how I control every part of your body." He paused for a moment before resuming his hips thrusts with increased force, growling low in his throat at the intense pleasure coursing through him.

"And don't forget," he added conversationally as she began to breathe harder, her eyes starting to water from the effort of holding back moans

Kevin's free hand came up to cup her breast, massaging roughly at her nipple through the fabric of her blouse. "It's not just about you belonging to me, Princess," he hissed into her ear as he pinched and rolled her sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. "It's about you being used by me, feeling my dominance over every inch of your body." He leaned forward to whisper directly into her ear, hot breath caressing her skin. "Don't forget how good it feels... when I take what I want from you."

Kevin smirked, taking her protest as further encouragement. "Is that so?" he drawled mockingly. "And here I thought you were simply expressing your devotion to me." His hips thrust harder against hers, his body growing hotter and more demanding with each passing moment. "Now, if you want this to stop..." he paused dramatically, arching an eyebrow suggestively "...you'll have to do better than that."

His hand continued its rough massage of her breast through the fabric of her blouse, pinching and rolling her nipple mercilessly as his other palm slapped at her ass. "Prove how much you belong to me," he growled into her ear, "and maybe I'll let you come." His free hand wandered lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt to stroke at her bare inner thigh. "

Kevin growled low in his throat as he felt the wetness against his fingers through her panties. He thrust harder, grinding against her with abandon as she moaned and squirmed beneath him. The taste of power was intoxicating; it filled his senses, made him lose control.

His free hand slid upward to cup her breast fully, pinching at her nipple roughly through the fabric of her bra before ripping it aside with a smooth motion and tweaking her hardened nub mercilessly. "Come for me," he demanded hoarsely, his voice strained with need as he rocked against her faster and harder.

"Prove how much you belong to me, Princess." He growled low in his throat as she began to tremble beneath him. His hips moved impossibly fast now, his erection digging painfully into her, pushing her ever

Kevin moaned as he felt her body tensing around him, her tight muscles squeezing his length in the most exquisite agony. He thrust one final time before crying out hoarsely, arching back against the chair as his own release claimed him, hot cum spilling out of him and pooling between their joined bodies.

He collapsed forward, breathing heavily, fingers still buried deep in her hair as he tried to catch his breath. After a moment, he pulled his hand away, leaving tufts of her hair pulled out by the roots behind. His gaze met hers briefly before looking away again, suddenly awkward and embarrassed by what had just transpired.

"I... um..." was all he managed to get out before clearing his throat and taking a step back, leaving Fane slumped bonelessly in his chair. "That will be all for today," he said

As you stepped into the office, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your boss, still dressed casually in his tailored suit and crisp white shirt. He looked up from his desk, brows raised in query, and for a brief moment you thought he'd forgotten about last night. But then those ice blue eyes fell to your throbbing pussy, now exposed by the low-cut neckline of your blouse, and any doubt vanished like smoke on the wind.

Kevin rose slowly from his chair, his movements deliberate and predatory. "Good morning, Princess," he purred as he approached you. Up close, you could see the smug satisfaction in his eyes as he took in your discomfort. "I trust you slept well?"

You swallowed hard, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down your spine. You knew there was no point in protesting or

Kevin chuckled softly and reached out to stroke your cheek with the back of his knuckle. "I'm glad to hear that," he murmured. "And since you're starting a new position today, I thought it would only be fair if we discussed some... additional responsibilities." He paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "From now on, every morning when you arrive, you will present yourself to me just as you are now. Dressed and ready to serve however I see fit."

His cold eyes bore into yours, daring you to object or question him. But Fane knew better than that. She'd seen what happened last night when she'd defied him; there was no point in going down that path again. Swallowing thickly, she nodded her understanding.

"Very good," he purred, satisfaction evident on his face. "I'm sure you

Kevin chuckled and stepped closer to her. His cold, firm hand cupped her cheek, tilting her head up so she had to meet his gaze. "I'm looking forward to seeing how well you do today," he purred before lowering his head slowly to nip at her earlobe. Her breath caught in her throat as a shiver ran down her spine. "Remember, Princess... this is your new life now. My world."

He stepped back again, the chill of his hand lingering on her skin even after he'd withdrawn it. "Now then," he continued more formally, straightening and taking a seat behind his desk. "Why don't you tell me how eager you are to start today?"

Kevin arched an eyebrow at her reply, his lips curling into a smirk. "Very well," he said, sounding amused. "Since you're so eager to please, I'll give you a little head start." He leaned back in his chair and gestured toward the desk. "For now, make yourself useful by fetching my coffee. Just the way I like it."

He paused for a moment before adding with a hint of warning, "And don't forget who owns you now, Princess." His ice blue eyes locked on hers, daring her to disobey.

Kevin accepted the cup of coffee with a nod of thanks before taking a sip. "Excellent," he murmured, the corner of his mouth curling into a satisfied smile as he savored the warmth spreading through him. "You did well, Princess." He took another sip and set the cup back down on his desk. "Now then, perhaps you'd like to begin work on organizing my files? They're in the cabinet to your left," he added helpfully, pointing with his thumb.

His eyes lingered on her body as she walked to the indicated cabinet, appreciating the sway of her hips and the way her breasts moved with every step. She was his now, his to use as he saw fit. And from the look in her eyes, Fane understood that too.

Kevin took the files with a nod of acknowledgement and flipped through them absently as he spoke. "Excellent work, Fane. I must say, you're proving to be quite useful... and obedient." He smiled at her, his expression almost warm. Almost. "Why don't you take a break for an hour or so? You can use my private lounge if you like; it's just down the hall to the left."

His eyes lingered on her again as she thanked him and rose from her chair, preparing to leave his office. It truly was gratifying, having her here, under his control. And with each passing day, he found himself growing more possessive of her... more possessive of everything she was, did, and would ever be. He could see the shift in power happening before his very eyes; soon enough, there'd be no denying

"Hmm," your boss mused, glancing up at you from the file on his desk. He seemed to consider for a moment before shooting you a knowing smile. "I think it's time we discussed some... additional duties." His voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned forward, causing his tie to fall partially out of his collar and into view. It was practically inviting you to adjust it.

"From now on," he continued, "I want you to take care of my wardrobe... and make sure I always look my best." His eyes lingered for a moment on your hands before sliding back up to meet yours. "After all, you've proven yourself quite skilled at that."

Kevin smiled gently, the expression softening his usually harsh features. "Why don't you start by helping me out of this jacket? I feel rather warm today

Ahh," your boss exclaimed, sliding his hands into his slacks pockets as he let out a contented sigh. "Much better." He glanced down at you before returning his attention to the desk and continuing. "From now on, whenever I'm in the office, you'll make sure my clothes are neatly pressed and ready for me to wear. And if there are any stains or tears," he added with a sly grin, "you'll be the one to take care of them."

Kevin paused momentarily, gazing thoughtfully at the tie still hanging loose around his neck. His expression turned almost expectant as he raised an eyebrow in question. The unspoken message was clear: Would you like to help me with that too?

Kevin smiled, the expression predatory and pleased. He knew exactly what she was thinking; he could see it in her eyes. With a satisfied nod, he invited her to step closer with an outstretched hand. "Of course," he purred, voice low and seductive. "I knew I could trust you to take good care of me."

As she leaned in close to his tie, their bodies brushing against each other, his heart raced with anticipation. He'd have her soon enough... but first, there was the matter of teaching her just how much he was in control. "That's a good girl," he whispered, running a hand through her hair before gently guiding her head back up so he could meet her eyes again. "Now tell me, do you want to see more?" His fingers drifted down toward the front of his pants, hovering dangerously close to his growing ar

Kevin smiled, his expression growing darker as he leaned forward and lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. "You'd better say yes," he growled, "because I promise you, there's more where that came from... much more." His hand slid down the front of her blouse, roughly massaging at one breast before reaching underneath and cupping her other breast. "And if you don't start showing a little appreciation," he continued, his thumb brushing teasingly over her nipple, "I might just have to reconsider how well I treat you."

He held her gaze for a long moment, relishing the power he had over her. She was his now, every part of her body belonging to him... and he would never let her forget it. Not ever again.

Kevin's smile grew colder as he released her breast with a smack that left her breathless and aching for more. "I asked if you wanted to see more," he hissed, voice cold and hard like ice. "Not if I should stop." His hand moved up, cupping her chin roughly before forcing her head back down so their eyes met once again. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Fane?"

His other hand stroked idly at his crotch, his erection straining against his slacks. She could feel the heat coming off of him like an inferno, and it only served to make her skin crawl with desire and fear in equal measure. "You will do as I say," he continued, voice firm but laced with enough malice to make her shudder, "or you'll be sorry."

There was a long moment of silence before he let