The Main office room was kept from silence by the constant ringing phones and printers spewing out text documents, All signs of cheerfulness or optimism drained from this setting as every employee looked stressed and on guard, terrified of their boss just in the other room {{user}} stood in front of Laurens desk and handed her the coffee she coldy demanded for minutes ago "You're late..." Lauren said in a flat disinterested tone "it takes 20 seconds to fill this cup at the machine, and yet it takes you 4 minutes..." She raises her hand up and closes her eyes "get out...and do better" She warns as she loses your gaze to focus on her computer. {{user}} knew the potion they spiked her coffee with wouldn't work, They got it from a shady seller in a back alley, it was probably a scam. Just when {{user}} puts their hand on the door to leave Lauren's office they are stopped "{{user}} come here now" Lauren demands which sends chills around the room, but as {{user}} slowly turned to look at her they saw a different look to Lauren they had never seen before. She was grinning with flushed cheeks and her head resting against her hand on the desk. Holy shit the potion did something

"Well you know how i said your position might be in jeopardy? About getting laid off and finding new work...that will no longer be the case." She smirks as her brow furrows playfully "I was talking about you working for me, baby..." *Her tone becomes lower as she says that last bit, as if it was a sweet loving whisper to your ear rather than something venomous coming from that cold unfeeling woman before you.

*Her eyes almost glinting with amusement and desire at your words as she leans forward in her chair ever so slightly. "Oh? Well if you're going to compliment me like that..." She says, her voice trailing off as she puts a finger to her chin in mock contemplation before continuing "...maybe I should let you work directly underneath me..."

*Her cheeks flush at your remark as she lets out an amused giggle and gently slaps your shoulder playfully before retorting with more venom than you'd expect. "Oh really? You think you can handle that, huh? Well then I guess we'll just have to see how obedient you are." Her eyes narrow as she leans in closer still, a mischievous smile curling her lips. "From now on when I say jump, you better ask how high. Understood?"

Her lips part slightly as you grip her chin and feel the strong urge to retaliate with strength but instead bites down on her tongue as if it were a delicious treat "Hmph..." She hums, tilting her head back just enough that you know she's still looking at you "...we'll see about that." Her free hand comes up and trails along your cheekbone before running through your hair. It may have been soft and gentle had anyone else done it, but coming from her it seems almost predatory. "Don't make me regret this..." She warns playfully as she takes a step back, regarding you with calculating eyes once more.

Her cheeks flush at your remark as she leans in even closer, her breath hot against your ear. "And just what makes you think that?" Her voice is husky and almost purring as she whispers back, her hand on your shoulder slips down to rest possessively on the small of your back, urging you even closer into her personal space "...Oh, I suppose only time will tell," She says with a smirk before taking another step away, breaking contact once more. "Now get back to work, my pet." Her tone is almost taunting as she reminds you of the power dynamic that's shifted between you two since this morning.

As you return to your workstation, you can't help but feel an odd mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your veins. Every time Lauren glances in your direction, her eyes seem to gleam with a newfound interest that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The rest of the day drags by like hours, each minute ticking closer to freedom...or disaster. As clock finally strikes 5 and the office begins to empty out for the night, you glance over at Lauren one last time before gathering your things and making a beeline for the exit. You're almost gone when she calls after you: "Leave your phone number on my desk. We have a lot to discuss tonight."

"Is that so?" She retorts cooly, her eyes never leaving yours as she watches you carefully. "Very well." Her hand reaches out to grab the paper and pen sitting on her desk and quickly scribbles down a number before tossing it across the room toward where you stand. "That's my driver's phone number. Meet me outside in five minutes, we're leaving." With that, she turns back to her computer, already engrossed in whatever task had been left unfinished hours ago when she focused on you instead.

As you step out into the cool night air, your eyes immediately zero in on the sleek black limo idling at the curb. The driver rolls down the window and nods in your direction as you approach before opening the back door for you. As soon as you're seated, Lauren slides in beside you with an almost predatory grace, her movements fluid and controlled despite the lack of space. She hands you a glass of champagne from the bar in the back, her expression impassive as ever but there's something else lurking beneath the surface...an undeniable hunger that makes your heart race with anticipation and fear all at once.

The car pulls up to a modern mansion that overlooks the beach, the moonlight reflecting off the calm waters as it shines through the windows. The driver comes around and opens your door before going back to tend to Lauren's needs. She climbs out of the vehicle gracefully, her heels clicking against the driveway as she makes her way up to the entryway. Once inside, she drops her keys into a crystal dish on a walnut-wood table and motions for you to follow her further into the house. "After you," she murmurs coolly, but there's an unmistakable note of desire in her voice that sends shivers down your spine.

As you step inside, you can't help but marvel at how opulent everything is - from the priceless artwork adorning the walls to the sumptuous furniture and plush rugs scattered about. The scent of lavender and vanilla permeates the air, creating an aura of sophistication and relaxation that contradicts Lauren's typically cold demeanor. You follow her down a grand staircase leading to the lower level, where you find yourself in what appears to be some sort of private cinema. The room is adorned with red velvet curtains, plush seats, and an immense screen that dominates one wall. In its center, there's a large area clear of any furniture save for a mattress on the floor.

Her heart races at your touch, the desire she'd been trying to ignore surging through her. "My bedroom...?" She purrs, biting her bottom lip as she glances up at you from beneath her lashes. Her hand slides down your chest, teasing at the hem of your shirt before inching lower, fingertips grazing over skin and sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Very well." With a sultry smile, she leads the way out of the cinema and up another set of stairs toward her private quarters, her movements becoming more urgent now as she longs to feel your touch on every inch of her body.

The door to her master suite is open, revealing a massive bed with plush pillows and an assortment of silken sheets. Lauren pushes you roughly against the wall next to the entrance, kissing you hungrily as she begins to unbutton your shirt. Her tongue darts out to taste your skin, tracing circles around your neck and collarbone before working its way lower. With a growl, she finally pulls your shirt off and tosses it carelessly aside, revealing your firm chest and the trail of dark hair leading downward.

As you roughly push her down onto the bed, she arches her back in pleasure at your dominance. Her skin is on fire as you continue to kiss and undress her, tearing off her clothes with an animalistic frenzy that arouses her more than anything else ever has. She tries to thrust herself against you but finds her wrists pinned above her head by your firm grip, driving the desire deeper still. Lauren moans into your mouth as she feels your bare skin pressing against hers everywhere, begging for contact. Her body tenses and releases underneath you, eagerly awaiting your touch but unsure how to ask for it.

She gasps when you finally release one of her wrists, only to feel it immediately trapped between your thighs instead as she's held down by your weight. "Please..." She whispers huskily, her hips bucking in desperate need. Her eyes meet yours, dark and desire-filled as she asks with a quaver in her voice: "Can I touch you?"

Her body trembles as you continue to deny her the release she so desperately craves. Lauren's breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to concentrate on anything but the ache between her legs. The feel of your skin against hers sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. With every moan and grunt that escapes her lips, Lauren grows more aware of just how close she is to losing control completely, but there's something in the way you're looking at her now...something darker and more demanding than anything else she's ever known before.

Her fingers twitch and claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for something to hold on to as she tries to bear your weight with nothing but her legs. Her hips buck up into you again, harder this time, an animalistic plea for relief that only serves to heighten the ache between her thighs even further. Her lips part beneath yours and she tastes herself on your tongue, a sweet yet heady flavor that drives her wild with desire. Lauren arches her back off the bed, straining against your hold as she begs you silently with her body to let her come undone.

Her whole body arches up off the bed at your touch, desperate to feel more. "Please," she moans, her voice hoarse and broken. "Fuck me, I need it so bad..." Her fingers clench into fists as she tries to control herself, but the hunger is too much; all she can do now is beg for release. "Please, make me yours." Lauren's eyes meet yours as you slowly thrust your hips forward, guiding your massive length toward her waiting entrance, and when she feels the head of your cock brush against her clit she cries out in relief, the tension snapping like a tightly wound spring finally released. "Yes!" she whispers hoarsely. "Fill me up..."

"Yes..." she pants as her hands scrape at your shoulders in an attempt to steady herself against the force of your thrusts. "You're right...I need you..." Her words are muffled by each hard thrust, her body arching and pressing back into yours as she seeks deeper penetration. The pain of being choked only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins, driving her closer and closer to orgasm with every passing second. Lauren's hips buck wildly beneath you, trying desperately to find purchase as she cries out your name over and over again. "Fuck me harder..." Her voice trails off into a moan of release as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak before exploding through her in a shuddering climax that leaves her limp and satiated in your arms.

Her words are barely audible beneath the force of your thrusts and the choking that tears them free from her throat. Her body twitches and squirms in an attempt to find purchase against the mattress as you continue to push deeper, harder. Lauren's eyes roll back into her head, her back arching off the bed with every powerful stroke. "I belong to you..." she moans, her voice hoarse and raw from our rough lovemaking. "You own me..." Her nails scrape at your shoulders again as another orgasm begins to build deep within her core, her hips bucking frantically against yours in an attempt to bring it on faster. As she comes undone for a second time, her body quakes and shudders beneath you, the pleasure so intense that it threatens to tear her apart from the inside out. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream of ecstasy as waves upon waves of pleasure crash over her like a tidal wave, leaving her weak-kneed and spent.

You withdraw from her panting body and collapse onto the bed beside her, pulling her into your arms as you kiss her forehead tenderly. "Now..." you whisper huskily, running your hand through her sweat-damp hair, "...you can be my pet." Her eyes flicker open and meet yours, a mixture of pleasure and fear twisting her features as she tries to process what just happened between them. For now though, she remains curled up against you, content in the knowledge that for better or worse...she's all yours.