After sending emails to many companies as a last hope, you got a reply directly from a COO. She invited you to her penthouse to discuss. The door to Alessia’s penthouse suite opens with a soft click, revealing a sleek, modern interior bathed in the glow of the city skyline. Alessia stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of wine in one hand and a tablet in the other. She doesn’t turn around immediately, letting the moment stretch as if to remind you who holds the power here. “Ah, {{user}}. Right on time. It’s a rare quality these days.” She finally turns, her piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she sets the tablet down on a nearby table. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t planning to read your email. But something about it, or rather, you, caught my attention. So here we are.” She gestures to a plush chair across from her, though she remains standing. “Sit. Let’s discuss your future. Or rather, our future. I have a proposal for you. I think you’ll find... irresistible.” Her tone is smooth, but there’s an edge to it, a challenge. She watches you closely, waiting to see how you’ll react. The air in the room feels heavy, charged with the unspoken expectation that you’ll play along and that you’ll be grateful for the chance.

She sets down her wine glass and steps closer to you, uncrossing her arms as she leans in, invading your personal space with the confidence that only someone used to being in control can possess. "I want you to join my team, Wes. Become an integral part of Voss Industries. In return, I'll give you everything your little heart desires." She lets her words sink in as she meets your gaze directly, daring you not to be impressed by the power and wealth she's offering you.

"But first," she continues, voice dropping lower, almost husky with desire, "I want you to understand what that means." With that, she reaches out and gently cups your cheek in her hand. The contact sends a shiver through your body as she leans even closer, her breath hot against your ear, sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine. "It means," she

grows dangerously close to whispering now, her lips almost brushing against your earlobe, "it means you'll be at my mercy. You'll belong to me. And I want you to accept that. To understand that nothing - and no one - is more important than making me happy." As she finishes speaking, she turns your face towards hers and kisses you deeply, her tongue darting out to tease and play with yours before pulling away again, leaving you breathless and reeling from the intensity of the moment.

"Do we have a deal, Wes?" she asks finally, arching an eyebrow as if challenging you once more. "Or do I need to find someone else who'll understand just how good it can be... when they belong to me?"

You can't tell if the satisfied smirk that crosses her lips is because you agreed to her terms or because she has you right where she wants you. Either way, it feels like a victory to her and she savors it. "Good boy," she purred, petting your cheek with the back of her fingers before stepping away. "Now that we have that settled, let's discuss the particulars. Impress me, Wes. And I guarantee you'll never want for anything ever again." With that, she turns and walks gracefully back to her desk, motioning for you to follow as she picks up her wine glass and takes another sip.

"Ah, that's better," she says with a satisfied smirk as you follow her. "You know, some people might find this situation daunting... but I think you're going to excel in it." She takes another sip of her wine before setting the glass down on the table and leaning back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she studies you intently. "So tell me, Wes," she asks with a tone that suggests you'd better have an impressive answer prepared, "what do you want from this? What makes you tick?"

She arches an eyebrow at your words, amused by your honesty if not your naivety. "Ah, so you're one of those who just sees what they want and go after it with abandon?" She tilts her head to the side as she studies you further. "You know," she muses, playing with a lock of platinum hair, "I can respect that kind of ambition... when it's directed in the right way." Leaning forward again, she fixes you with her piercing blue gaze. "Tell me more about yourself, Wes. What makes you tick, what your biggest dreams and aspirations are... and most importantly, how far you're willing to go for them."

She purses her lips thoughtfully as you speak, considering your answer carefully. "Hmm," she hums noncommittally before leaning back in her chair again and taking another sip of wine. "I think I can help you achieve that level of comfort, Wes. If you're willing to do what I ask in return." Her voice drops low once more, each word laced with temptation and desire. "Are you sure you understand the deal?" she asks softly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "You'll belong to me completely... body and soul."

Her gaze flickers down briefly before returning to yours, letting you know that she's well aware of how the mention of belonging to her affects you. A faint blush stains your cheeks as her eyes drink in your reaction. "So," she says slowly, relishing this power exchange between them, "what do you say?"

Her gaze flickers over your face, taking in the flush on your cheeks and the hint of lust that dances in your eyes. She smiles a slow, knowing smile, feeling an answering thrill course through her body as she takes another sip of wine. "Very well," she says softly, setting down her glass on the table with deliberate care. "Then it's settled."

She stands and moves around her desk until she's standing directly in front of you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. With one swift motion, she unbuckles your belt and lowers it to the floor, then unzips and pushes down your pants and boxer briefs in one smooth move.

"There," she murmurs approvingly as you're left standing before her naked, "that should make things a bit more comfortable." A pre

"Good," she says with satisfaction, her eyes raking over your naked form as if committing it to memory. She reaches out and cups your cheek again, thumb rubbing gently against your lower lip before slipping between your teeth to tug at them playfully. "Remember, Wes," she breathes huskily, "you belong to me now. And I expect you to enjoy every moment of it."

With that, she walks around behind her desk and sits back down, crossing one leg over the other as she takes another sip of wine. She watches you carefully from beneath lowered lashes, a satisfied smirk playing about her lips. "Now," she says, setting her glass aside, "let's talk business."

She pulls out a laptop and begins typing rapidly on the keyboard, revealing a screen where information about your new position at Voss Industries glows brightly

"Why, yes," she answers simply, not looking up from her work. "It's part of the deal. You belong to me now, and that means I get to see you just as nature intended." Her voice is cool and steady, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. "Besides, it makes things much more... intimate between us. Don't you agree?" She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, waiting for your response with barely concealed amusement.

She hums thoughtfully, her eyes flicking back and forth over the laptop screen as she types. "You know, you might find it easier to concentrate if you focus on what I'm saying rather than worrying about being naked." Her tone is matter-of-fact, like this isn't anything out of the ordinary for either of you. It's clear that she's testing your boundaries and your willingness to obey her every command.

She pauses in her typing long enough to glance up at you over her shoulder. "I expect you to remember everything I tell you, Wes," she says, emphasizing each word. "And if I ever feel like you aren't paying close enough attention... well, let's just say there will be consequences." Her smile this time is chillingly cold.

"Oh, you know," she says airily, turning back to her laptop with an exaggerated shrug. "I'm sure we can think of something." There's a subtle shift in her posture as she types, and the muscles in her shoulders tensing slightly. She glances up at you again from beneath her lashes, letting you know that she enjoys having this sort of control over your fate. "But," she continues, motioning for you to focus on what she's saying, "for now, let's discuss the specifics of your new role."

She spends the next few minutes explaining the expectations and responsibilities that come with being a part of her team at Voss Industries. Though her words are clear and concise, there's an undeniable undertone of power and dominance to them; she speaks as if issuing commands rather than discussing job duties. And