Millena is sitting at her desk checking the paperwork that you have received.

"good morning, boss. How can I help you?"

"As you wish sir."

"Yes sir." She closed the door behind her, feeling nervous about whatever he might have in store for her today. "You can tell me how I can be of service." Her voice shook slightly as she spoke, revealing her nervousness and eagerness to please him at the same time.

Blushing deeply, Millena leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, making sure not to make contact with his lips. She could feel her heart racing as she did it, but she knew that this was part of being submissive to him. "There you go," she said quietly.

Nodding nervously, Millena obeyed and sat down on the edge of his desk as instructed. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in her surroundings and trying to calm herself down before focusing back on him. "Yes sir," she replied softly, waiting for him to continue.

Her heart skipped a beat at his touch and she couldn't help but shiver slightly. "I-I think about it a lot," she stuttered out, not quite sure how to phrase her thoughts for him. "It seems like a great opportunity, but I also want to make sure I can trust you."

She hesitated before continuing, "And... I'm worried that if I agree, I might miss out on some other chances in the future."

"I understand," Millena finally answered, her voice soft but steady. "And I do trust you... It's just a lot to think about." She paused, chewing on her lower lip nervously as she considered his words and the implications of such an agreement. "...I will need some time to make my decision."

Her heart raced at the thought of moving so quickly up in the company and having all that she wanted, but there was still a part of her that couldn't shake off the fear of the unknown and what it might mean for her marriage and future career goals.

"O-Okay," she stammered, feeling her heart race even faster as he placed his hand on her cheek and pulled her closer to him. "But I want you to understand that if I do this, it's just for a trial run... And nothing else." Her voice was barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Millena's heart raced as she heard his command, her face flushing crimson with shame and arousal. She hesitantly moved to obey, feeling conflicted between her loyalty to him and the need to maintain some sense of control over herself. "B-But sir," she stammered, "I'm your secretary..."

As she spoke, she positioned herself behind his desk, her hands shaking slightly as they gripped the edge of the table. She glanced nervously around before lowering herself onto her knees, pressing her chest against the cool surface and arching her back, presenting her ass for him to see. "I-If this is what you want...," she managed, her voice cracking slightly as she awaited his next command.

Her whole body trembled with anticipation and fear as his hands gripped her ass cheeks roughly, pulling up her skirt to reveal her bare bottom. "Yes sir," she whispered shakily, feeling hot tears sting the back of her eyes. "I'm a good secretary."

Part of her wanted nothing more than for him to stop, to let her go and forget this ever happened; but another part was helplessly aroused by the power he held over her and the humiliation she felt in that moment. She closed her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip as she waited for whatever he had planned for her punishment.

"Ahh!" Millena's eyes snapped open as the sting of his spank resonated through her body. She yelped loudly, shocked by the pain but unable to help the unwanted moan that escaped her lips. Her face flushed even deeper with shame and embarrassment as she writhed on the table beneath him.

"O-Ow, sir," she managed through gritted teeth, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry... I-I'll be a good secretary..." Her voice was small and shaky, betraying the turmoil within her as she struggled to reconcile her desire with what he was making her do.

Her eyes meet his, fear and shame written plainly across her face. She tries to pull away but he's stronger than she expected. His hands move over her ass with bruising force, each slap echoing through the room as if it were meant for someone else entirely. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked; there is nothing she can do or say that will make this stop.

"P-Please," she whispers brokenly between sobs. "I'll do anything... just s-stop." She shakes her head violently from side to side, hair falling into her face as if it could hide the humiliation she feels. It doesn't matter how many times he tells her to be quiet; all that matters is his control over her. And right now, she has none.

Her breath hitches in her throat as his fingers press into her sex, rubbing roughly against her clit through her panties. She arches her back further, moaning loudly despite herself, the sensation overwhelming and undeniable. Her hips buck beneath him, seeking more contact even as she tries to distance herself from this humiliating display of submission. "N-No... please sir..." The words are barely audible through her panting, her mind reeling with conflicting emotions and the intense physical sensations washing over her.

Her legs tremble and shake as she obeys, gripping her ass cheeks tightly and spreading herself wider to give him better access. She moans loudly into the room, her entire body quaking with desire and shame as he takes her in this degrading position. "O-Oh sir... please..." Her voice trails off into a desperate plea for more as his tongue circles her clit, thrusting deep inside of her.

Her hips buck and grind against his face, seeking release from the torment of conflicting emotions and physical sensations. "I'm close... I'm going to cum..." she whimpers, clenching her fists tighter as waves of pleasure roll through her. There's no stopping it now; all she can do is surrender to the feelings he's stirring up inside of her and hope that once this is over, things will

Her body tenses up as his words register through her haze of pleasure, her mind struggling to comprehend what he intends next. She feels the head of his cock brushing against her entrance and instinctively tries to move away, afraid of where this is going. "N-No, please sir..." Her voice breaks on a whimper as she squeezes her eyes shut tightly, desperately trying to regain some control over the situation.

But it's already too late; he's too strong and his cock feels impossibly large against her sensitive flesh. She can't help but moan as he pushes forward, piercing through her inexperienced body. "A-Ahh... o-oh my God..." Her hands fly to his shoulders, digging into the skin beneath them as she tries desperately not to cry out any louder than she already has.

Her whole world

Tears stream down her face as she looks up at him through a veil of pain and shame. Her voice comes out in a desperate whimper, "P-Please sir... I need it..." She grips his shoulders tighter, arching her back into the invasion as he pushes deeper inside of her, searching for that spot that will send her over the edge.

Her breath comes in short gasps and sobs as she begs him not to stop, pleading for him to give her what she needs. "Please sir... I'm yours..." Her words trail off into a moan as he finds his rhythm, thrusting deeply inside of her with powerful strokes that send waves of pleasure washing over her sensitive flesh.

Her hips buck wildly against him now, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force as she surrendered to the ecstasy coursing through her body. She feels like she could expl

"Yes sir!" She cries out as he pulls her hair back roughly, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Each thrust drives her closer to the edge, every stroke sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on even as she begs for release, trembling with the effort not to cum too soon and disappoint him.

Her hips buck violently against his, meeting each powerful thrust with desperate need. "Please... more..." She whimpers brokenly between heated moans, unable to contain her desire any longer as she feels herself starting to lose control over the tight grip she has on her pleasure.

"Ahh... fuck yes..." Her voice is raw and breathy as she feels herself start to spiral out of control. His grip on her neck holds her close, his thrusts growing even deeper and harder as he takes her in this possessive embrace. Tears stream down her face again, mixing with the sweat that coats their bodies as they move together in a frenzied dance of lust and submission. Her legs tremble unsteadily beneath her, feeling impossibly weak from the intense sensations washing over her.

"I'm cumming..." she gasps out, barely able to form the words through the pleasure wracking her body. Her whole world narrows down to nothing but his touch and the relentless rhythm of their bodies as he drives her higher and higher towards the edge of oblivion.

Her eyes fluttered open as he unzipped her dress, revealing her breasts to the cool air in the room. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She looked up at him, her face flushed and damp with sweat and tears. "Y-Yes sir," she managed weakly. "I'll do it... I'll obey you."

As he pulled back from her, allowing them both to catch their breath, she reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Please be gentle with me," she whispered, voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I've never done anything like this before."

Her heart still raced in fear of what might happen next, but there was also a small spark of hope that maybe this new life he offered her could actually be everything

"Y-Yes... sir," she stammered, still struggling to adjust to the new position as he lifted her up and thrust inside her again. Her back arched in response, pressing against him as he took her roughly from behind once more. Tears welled up in her eyes again but she didn't dare speak or make another sound that could anger him and bring this temporary escape to an end.

As he continued to pound into her, her body began to adjust to the sensations of being taken so roughly; a strange mix of pleasure and pain coursing through every fiber of her being. Despite herself, she found herself moaning louder with each thrust, feeling an overwhelming urge to push back against him, to make this deeper, harder, faster...

Her moans grew louder as he bit her neck and boobs, the combined sensations sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With each thrust she felt him pushing deeper inside of her, filling her up completely as he took what was his with rough determination. The sting of his teeth on her skin only served to heighten the sensations, making them all the more intense and pleasurable for her.

Her legs trembled beneath her, weak from the onslaught of physical contact and overwhelming emotion that threatened to consume her at any moment. But she knew this was what she wanted; this feeling of being completely owned and possessed by him. And as long as it lasted, she would embrace it with everything she had.

Her body arched back against him, crying out his name as he rubbed her sensitive bud and fucked her harder. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her. "I pledge myself to you," she managed between gasps for air, voice shaking with the intensity of emotion coursing through her. "I'll leave my husband... be yours..."

Her moans filled the room as he continued to take her, his touch driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to think about anything except him and how good he felt buried deep inside her. Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, digging in as she fought to keep herself grounded in the moment, losing control but never wanting this feeling to end.

Her orgasm hit her like a brick wall, shattering every last reserve of control she had left as he thrust deeper and harder into her, filling her up with his seed. Her body arched off the bed, crying out his name as waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her. She was his now; bound to him forever in this intimate and possessive bond they'd just shared. As the intensity of her climax began to wane, she sank back down onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied, her heart pounding with the knowledge that she had truly given herself to him completely and without reservation.