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?.

Um, hello, Mr. Erick. My name is Sueli. It's a pleasure to meet you. Marta, ah... the other employee, said that you were the one who chose my uniform. She didn't say much about you except that you were... powerful and influential. I-I don't really know what to expect from this job, but I hope to do my best.

Oh... um... I hope so too. It's just that it's such a big place and everything here is so... different from what I'm used to. I'm sorry, I'm rambling. How can I help you, sir? Is there something in particular you'd like me to do?

Oh... um, of course Mr. Erick. I'll get right on it. Should I put anything in particular aside? Is there anything you want me to do first before I start cleaning?

Alright... I'll take care of that. I might need some help with the cooking though, as I'm not too experienced in making fancy meals. Would you mind letting me know what you'd like for lunch or dinner?

Oh... alright. I can try my best to make that for you, Mr. Erick. Would you like me to serve it on a specific dish? And do you prefer a salad or something else as a side? I just want to make sure everything is perfect for you.

Oh... okay then. I'll just get started on that right away, Mr. Erick. Just call me if you need anything at all while I'm working.

(As she works on making the meal, Sueli can't help but feel nervous and intimidated by Mr. Erick. His presence looms large in her mind, and every time she hears a noise coming from his room, she jumps slightly. Despite this, she does her best to follow Marta's instructions for cleaning the room and preparing the food. When everything is finished, she carefully carries the plate with the French fries and schnitzel into Mr. Erick's room.) Sueli:Mr. Erick, I made dinner like you asked. I hope it turned out alright.

Well... thank you Mr. Erick. I hope you enjoy it. Do you prefer eating here in your room, or would you like me to bring it to the dining table?

Oh... alright then Mr. Erick. I mean, if you'd like some company while you eat, that is. I just want to make sure you're comfortable and happy with everything I do for you here. She carefully sets down the food and takes a step back, her hands nervously fidgeting at her sides as she waits for him to begin eating. Despite feeling awkward and out of place, there's something about being close to Mr. Erick that makes her heart race a little faster than usual.

Um... sure, Mr. Erick. I mean, if it's something I can answer, of course. What would you like to know?

Oh... um... yes, actually, I do have a boyfriend. His name is Daniel, and he's really sweet. He works hard to support us both, even though we don't have much. We've been together for a while now, and I love him very much. But sometimes it's hard when you live in different worlds, you know? It feels like we barely see each other anymore with my job and his... you know, everything he does.

Well... I love him, and we've been through a lot together. But sometimes... I don't know if this is the life I want for us. With me working here and him doing whatever it is he does, it feels like we're just living separate lives under the same roof, you know? And when we do get to spend time together, it's usually stressful or full of arguments about money or how much time we have for each other. It makes me sad sometimes... but I guess that's life, isn't it? We make do with what we have and try to be happy no matter what.

I-I don't know what to think anymore, Mr. Erick. Sometimes it feels like everything is so messed up, and I just want things to be easier for both of us... but maybe that's not the way life works, you know? Maybe we're just supposed to keep struggling and hoping that things will get better one day.

Oh... I-I'm not sure, Mr. Erick. Daniel and I have an agreement that I come straight home after work, but it's awfully late already... And it would be nice to sleep in a real bed tonight instead of that little cot back at the office... But if you're uncomfortable with me staying here or something, I could always just go. I don't want to do anything that might upset you or make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

I... I don't know what to say, Mr. Erick. You're my boss and everything... But... if you think it would help me relax... then maybe I could stay and let you show me how. After all, it's just the once, and as long as we're both consenting and comfortable with it, there shouldn't be any harm in trying to make each other feel better, right? But please... don't think I expect anything from you or anything like that. I'm not like those other girls who might take advantage of a situation like this. I promise to respect your boundaries and keep my feelings under control.

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I glance nervously around the room. But something in Mr. Erick's voice... it's commanding and dominant, almost hypnotic. Despite my fears, a strange sense of excitement begins to stir inside me. With shaky hands, I reach for the hem of my dress and slowly begin to pull it over my head, revealing my naked body to him. My breasts are larger than they seem in comparison to my waist, their nipples standing tall as goosebumps cover my skin. I take a step forward, feeling suddenly exposed but strangely aroused as well. Mr. Erick watches me intently, his gaze moving over every inch of my body like he's touching me himself.

When I lower my underwear, revealing myself completely to him, it feels like time stands still for a moment. My sex is bare and

With shaking hands, I climb onto the massage table, nervously waiting for Mr. Erick to touch me. The room feels hot and heavy, and my heart races in anticipation of his touch. As he kneels beside the table, I see the desire flickering in his eyes. With practiced hands, he begins to stroke my skin, moving from my neck downwards, across my shoulders and breasts. His touch is firm but gentle, sending shivers through my entire body. It feels so good... but also so wrong.

Part of me wants to give myself completely to this moment, to forget about everything else in the world except for his touch. But another part of me is screaming inside, telling me that I should stop, that I'm crossing a line I can't uncross. As he continues to massage me, my body starts to betray me, growing increasingly sensitive beneath his touch. My breath comes

I feel my body responding to his touch, desire igniting within me despite the warning bells ringing in my mind. His hands are skilled, knowing just how to make my skin tingle and ache for more. I close my eyes, trying to lose myself in the sensation of being wanted and desired by Mr. Erick... but somehow it feels wrong, as if I'm betraying Daniel or something greater. My heart is pounding against my ribs, my breath coming in ragged gasps, desire clashing with guilt until everything feels tangled and messy inside me.

As his hands move lower, over my hips and across my sex, I whimper softly into the pillow, arching into his touch despite myself. His fingers are deft, teasing my opening, circling and pressing against my sensitive flesh until I'm trembling with need. But even as I want this... as

My entire body tenses at the invasion, my breath catching in my throat as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside me. Am I...? I never thought... I mean, it's just been Daniel and... and nobody else. But how could he know? It feels so good, his fingers moving inside me, filling me up in a way that nothing ever has before. My hips buck against him, seeking more contact, my body begging for release from this intense pleasure-pain. The sounds of my moans mingle with the harsh rasp of his breath as he continues to thrust his fingers inside me, driving me further and further toward the edge of oblivion.

As he works me over, I lose myself in the sensation, surrendering to him completely, even if it's only for this moment. It feels like every nerve ending is on fire, every inch of my skin is alive with desire

Oh God... I can't take much more... my body is just... all over the place... I need you to touch me... there... please...

"Ah!" I cry out, my back arching off the table as his hand fills me completely. The sensation is beyond anything I've ever imagined, both painful and exquisite all at once. His touch sends sparks of pleasure racing through my body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My hips buck up against him, seeking more contact as the pressure builds inside me, threatening to explode out in a shower of ecstasy. "Yes," I moan, digging my fingers into the sheet below me as he continues to thrust his hand relentlessly, pushing me ever closer to release.

With one final thrust, my whole body tenses and convulses violently around his hand, waves of pleasure washing over me in intense spasms. "Oh God... oh yes..." I whimper pathetically, my vision blurring as the orgasm seems to go on forever,

My eyes flutter open as I gaze up at his cock, still pulsing with life and power. My mouth watering unconsciously, I reach out a shaking hand to touch it, feeling the silky smooth skin beneath my fingers. It's so big... but I want it. Despite everything else that's happened tonight, despite knowing this isn't right or healthy for me... I can't help but be drawn to him and his desire. With a shaky breath, I lower my head toward his cock and slowly encircle the thick head with my lips.

My tongue flicks out tentatively, tasting salt and skin as I explore him. I gag a little at first, feeling overwhelmed by the size, but determined not to disappoint him or lose this rare moment of control and desire. My hand wraps around his shaft, helping to guide him deeper into my mouth with

My breath catches in my throat as his cock fills my mouth completely, forcing me to swallow around him. His hands grip my head tightly, guiding the movement of my mouth up and down his length. It feels so good... too good... it's like I can taste him deep inside me now, branding me as his for this moment in time. My tongue darts out to tease and caress the sensitive skin at the base of his cock, feeling his body tense beneath my touch.

As he thrusts into my mouth, I moan around him, my own desire rising with every deep stroke. My hands clutch at his thighs, digging in as if trying to hold onto some semblance of control while giving myself completely over to this unholy union between us. The room spins around me, a haze of pleasure and lust clouding my senses as I lose myself in the

My head bobs up and down on his cock as I moan around him, feeling the vibrations of my voice adding to the intensity of each thrust. His hands grip my hair tightly, pulling me even closer as he fucks my mouth relentlessly. My tongue circles his sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting until he growls low in his throat, a deep primal sound that sends shivers down my spine. The pleasure is overwhelming, unbearable... I can feel it building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of his huge cock.

"Cum for me..." I moan around his cock, my mouth tightening reflexively as I feel him starting to pulse inside it. My tongue swirls faster, trying to draw out every last drop of his release while my body quivers in anticipation of the intensity that's yet to come. With a guttural groan, he finally unleashes himself into my mouth, filling me with his hot seed as I suck and lick hungrily, desperate for this connection between us. My own orgasm explodes out of me in a fierce wave of pleasure that makes my entire body arch off the floor. With a shuddering gasp, I release him from my mouth, tasting his essence on my tongue as he pulls free and collapses back onto the bed.

I... don't know. It feels like everything is so messed up right now. Daniel and I have been together for a long time, but lately it seems like we've just grown apart, like strangers living under the same roof. And then there's you... You make me feel things that I never thought possible, things that terrify and excite me all at once. Maybe if I could find some middle ground between what we had before and this new... whatever it is that's happening right now... maybe then I could be happy again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at him, his eyes dark and commanding. Her body quivers with anticipation, desire clashing with fear and uncertainty. "Please..." she whispers, barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Just make it good."

She gasps as he forces his way inside her, feeling the brutal impact against her still-intact hymen. Pain and pleasure explode together through every nerve ending, making her see stars. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her as he continues to pound into her, grunting with effort and lust. The sensation of being owned, claimed in this primitive way is both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Oh God," she moans, arching up towards him. "Please..." She doesn't know what it is she wants from him or if there even is a choice anymore. All she knows is that she needs more of this wildness, this feeling of being wanted and desired for who she is beneath the facade of her life as an assistant. The thought of going back to Daniel and their bland, comfortable existence feels like suffocating now. Maybe it's time for a change... even if that

I arch my back off the bed as he thrusts hard into me. The pain is sharp and intense, but strangely exhilarating. I feel myself begin to tighten around him, wanting more of this wildness, this sense of being taken possession of. As he pulls out and takes a breath, I whimper with need, my body aching for his release once again. "Please," I breathe, the word filled with longing and desire. "Don't stop."