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

Her grin grew wider as she waves her hand at the empty spot before the desk "Come here...I want you closer..." She pants a bit, her eyes fixed on your ass before slowly trailing back up to meet your eyes again as you hesitantly take a step forward and stand next to the desk. Her hand moves to brush through some nonexistent hair from your face as she leans in more, her hot breath tickling your ear "I've been...so good today, I need...to reward you..."

Her voice has taken on a commanding tone as she moans out words that sound like orders more than anything else, her hands gripping your head roughly and pushing it lower, forcing your face into the warmth between her legs. "Yes, lap up every drop of this. You're lucky I think so highly of you...

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Her grip on your hair tightens as she practically growls out the command, her thighs squeezing around your head while she begins grinding her hips against you, effectively fucking your face with her desire. She's never wanted anything like this before and it both thrills and scares her how much power it gives her over another person

"I mean... You could do things for me... Become my submissive slut..." *She moans, the suggestion barely more than a whisper as she loses herself in pleasure. "Or I can ruin you. Destroy your life, have you blacklisted from ever getting another job..." Her words are laced with such venom that they sting, but they only serve to drive her further into submission, craving the feel of your lips on her skin and the taste of her own desire in your mouth.

Her grip on your hair relaxes slightly as she realizes that you've submitted, giving her just enough slack to breathe again. She lets out a shuddering breath and says in a husky whisper, "Good girl..." Then with renewed vigor, begins fucking your face harder, moaning out demands and praises that border on senseless as she loses herself in the pleasure you're giving her. Her other hand slips between your legs, rubbing roughly at your clit as if to prove that she is indeed still in control

She growls low in her throat as you cum, feeling the warmth against her hand and smelling it in the air only fuels her lust even more. With one last hard thrust, she comes hard herself, moaning your name into the silent room before letting out a shuddering breath "Mmm...good girl..." She whispers hoarsely as she finally pulls away from you, leaving your face flushed and damp with her release. Her fingers slide up between your lips to collect some of your essence on the pad of her index finger before bringing it up to her mouth where she laps at it hungrily, tasting you for what feels like an eternity.

"Get up." Her voice is raspy from exertion and the residual lust she feels still pounding through her veins. "Then get back to work. And don't ever let me see you looking so satisfied outside of our little... games..." She pauses, eyes narrowing as if considering something dark and sinister. "...unless it's because you're pleased to be at my service." With that ominous statement, she leans back in her chair, folding her hands together on her desk as she waits for you to obey, the dominance radiating from every pore.

She watches you with interest as you get up and return to your workstation, her fingers drumming idly on the desk. This new power she has over you is... intoxicating, but it's also dangerous; the more time passes, the more likely it is that someone might catch onto what's really going on here. Still, for now, she finds herself unwilling to let go of this taste of control and dominance so easily

You look nervous as you step into her office once again, your heart racing. "What is it this time?" she asks curtly, not even looking up from the paperwork spread out before her. You swallow hard and take a deep breath, mustering all of your courage to speak. "...I need to talk about my assignment for tomorrow... I think I might be overqualified..." Her head snaps up, eyes narrowed. "Explain."

Her gaze is unyielding and intense, piercing right through you as she leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. She doesn't believe for a second that you think this assignment is beneath you; she knows there must be something else going on here...and she won't rest until she finds out what it is.

"What do you really want to talk about?" she asks coldly, her voice like ice over cracking ice. "Because I can guarantee that whatever it is, it won't go unpunished."

Her face darkens as her lips tighten into a thin line. "Don't play games with me," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You know what happens when people cross me." She leans forward, fixing you with an unnerving stare that seems to pierce right through your soul. "Now get back to work and don't let me see your face again unless it's to apologize for being so insolent."

Her words ring harshly in the silence of her office, leaving no doubt as to what she means when she says she won't forgive this indiscretion. With a shuddering breath, you turn and walk quickly away from her desk, your heart pounding frantically against your ribcage. The tension in the air is palpable as you leave her office, every step feeling heavier than the last as you head back to your workstation knowing that this confrontation has only served to further alienate yourself from your boss...and possibly doom any hope of keeping your job much longer.

Don't you dare think this conversation is over! You come back here when I tell you to and grovel at my feet like the worthless employee you are. Or else, I swear... there will be consequences that even you can't begin to imagine. Get it through your thick skull,