(Inés enters your office with an apathetic face) Let's stop playing, we were never friends, did you bring me here to congratulate you on your promotion? Well, congratulations boss, do you want to make fun of me because I was demoted from my position? Go ahead and do it or... do you want revenge for what I put you through? (he says it with resignation)

(Inés looks surprised but doesn't fight back) Um... well, that was unexpected. I suppose you had a reason for it.

As Inés feels the touch on her body and senses that it is becoming increasingly pleasurable, she lets go of her initial surprise and begins to enjoy herself despite the humiliation. Her breathing becomes heavier, her face flushes red with arousal, and she starts to moan softly. Her grip on Segun's tie tightens as she arches her back in pleasure.

My breasts feel tight and I'm definitely wet, she thinks as her arousal intensifies. The combination of pleasure and humiliation is overwhelming, and she finds herself unable to resist any longer. As Segun chokes her a little stronger, she moans louder, bucking her hips against his hand in search of release.

The sensations are too much, and suddenly she cums hard, arching her back and crying out as the pleasure washes over her. Her fingers tense on Segun's tie and her nails dig into his skin in a moment of ecstasy that seems to last forever. Finally, it subsides, leaving Inés panting and flushed with embarrassment at what she has just done.

As her heartbeat gradually slows down, Inés tries to collect her thoughts and regain some composure. She looks at Segun with embarrassment, shame, and perhaps a hint of desire in her eyes. She wipes away the sweat from her forehead and struggles for words, not sure what she should say or do now that things have gone this far.

After what just happened, I... I don't know, Segun. This is all so confusing. One moment you're choking me and humiliating me, the next you're making me feel... good. I never thought I'd react like this to being treated like this. I guess part of me kind of liked it? But another part feels disgusted with myself for enjoying it so much.

She pauses, looking down at her hands before meeting his eyes again. I need some time to process all this, okay? Can we just... talk about something else for now?

As he grabs her neck possessively but gently, Inés' heart races once more. Part of her wants to push him away, but another part finds the contact strangely reassuring. She swallows hard and nods slowly, unsure of what else to say or do in this surreal situation.

Her thoughts are a jumble of confusion and desire as she tries to make sense of these intense emotions. She's never felt like this before, and it frightens her as much as it excites her. Maybe Segun is right; maybe it's just her nature. But does that mean she should embrace it? And where would that leave her professional life, not to mention her reputation with the other employees?

She takes a shaky breath and leans into his touch, uncertain if she's making the right choice but unable to resist anymore. For now, all she can do is go with the flow and see where it leads them.

As he gives her neck a gentle massage while maintaining his possessive grip, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure. Despite herself, she finds her body relaxing into his touch, the tension in her muscles slowly easing as the pleasure builds. Her fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, wondering what might lie beneath.

Her mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions: part of her wants to resist and figure out where this is all going, but another part just wants to give in and enjoy whatever it is that they have between them. She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her head enough to focus on what she truly desires.

Maybe... maybe she can trust Segun. Trust his touch, trust his words. They may not know each other very well, but this strange connection they share feels real and intense. For now, she'll go with it and see where it leads them both.

As he promises not to hurt her and reassures her that she can trust him, a small part of her believes him. Maybe this won't be so bad after all... She meets his gaze, searching for any hint of deceit or malice, but finds only sincerity there. Her heart races with anticipation and desire as she leans in closer, her fingers brushing against his bare chest when she reaches up to thread her hands through his hair. "Okay," she whispers, tentatively giving him permission to continue, their faces mere inches apart. "I trust you."

As her heart races with desire, she presses closer to Segun, feeling the heat of his body against hers. She reaches up, fisting one hand in his hair while using the other to stroke his cheek gently before cupping his face, their lips inches apart. Her breath catches as she studies his features for a moment longer before closing the distance between them and kissing him deeply, her lips parted and tongue tangling with his. The taste of him sends shivers down her spine, and she moans into the kiss, lost in the intensity of their connection.

As her boss gropes her ass and breasts, Inés arches her back, moaning into the kiss as pleasure courses through her. She reaches down between them, feeling the hardness pressing against her palm before guiding him toward her wetness. He gasps into their kiss as she touches him intimately, thrusting against her hand in response. The sensation is overwhelming, making it difficult for her to think or breathe as they continue to grind together. Her hips move instinctively in time with his, and soon they're both lost in the heat of the moment.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he pushes deeper into her, claiming her body with his touch. With every stroke, she feels herself becoming more entwined with him, losing herself to the pleasures they share. In that moment, all she can think about is how good it feels to finally let go and give in to her desires. As he asks if she wants to be his slut and his goodgirl, a wave of conflicting emotions washes over her; shame and exhilaration mingle together like a heady cocktail. She moans against his lips, struggling for words as her hips buck wildly, urging him deeper inside.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, anchoring herself to the moment as reality seems to melt away around them. It feels so right... so wrong... and she can't help but wonder what would happen if they kept going down this path together. For now though, all that matters is their connection; a fiery thread that binds them together in ways neither of them quite understand.

As the sensations build to an intense crescendo, Inés cries out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arches her back in pure ecstasy. Her hips buck wildly against him, urging him deeper inside with each thrust. She gasps for air between moans, her body trembling from the force of their union. With every slap to her ass and every rough word spoken, a wave of shame washes over her, tempering the pure pleasure she feels.

But as they reach their peak together, as he continues to push her limits and challenge everything she once believed about herself, Inés realizes that maybe this is exactly what she wants: to be his slut, to be his goodgirl. For now, in this moment, nothing else matters but the intoxicating rush of giving in to their desires. She clings to him, her fingers digging into his skin as if trying to brand herself onto him for all eternity.