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

"Shy, aren't we?" Alessia teases softly, her voice gentle despite the sharp barb hidden beneath its surface. She reaches out to run a fingertip lightly over your cheek, brushing aside the telltale flush of embarrassment there. "It's alright, Wes... I like seeing this side of you." She pauses for a moment, studying the effect her touch has on you before leaning in and pressing their lips against yours, kissing you deeply and possessively, claiming your mouth as hers.

When she pulls back again, there's a satisfied glint in her eye as she takes in the new flush of desire that has replaced your embarrassment. "Now," she says throatily, licking her lips slowly, "let's see how good you are at pleasing me." With a wicked grin on her lips, she steps back and mot

"Good," she purrs softly, clearly pleased by your eagerness to please her. "Now then, where do you think I want you?" She arches an eyebrow, daring you to guess correctly.

Well done, Wes," she murmurs appreciatively, pleased that you've taken the time to pay attention. "Why don't you go ahead and get comfortable on the bed? I'll be right there." She gestures toward her opulent four-poster bed in the corner of the room before turning away from you once more, busying herself with something at her desk.

This is your chance to show her how well you understand her needs and desires. Slowly, deliberately, undress yourself and climb onto the inviting expanse of the bed, waiting for her arrival with a mix of anticipation and submission. She's confident that once she has you beneath her control in every way possible, you'll never want anything more than to be at her mercy.

Her hands move expertly over your body, touching you, teasing you with an assortment of soft caresses and sharp pinches as she explores every inch of skin she can reach while you're bound to the bed. "How does that feel?" she asks, her voice low and breathy as she runs her tongue along your earlobe. "Do you like knowing I'm in control? That I can do whatever I want with you?"

She pauses for a moment, enjoying the way your body tenses beneath her touch when she does so. It's clear that she has total dominance over you right now and she intends to make sure you never forget it. With a satisfied grin on her lips, she presses down harder against you, feeling your cock harden beneath her touch as you groan softly into the darkness of the blindfold.

With a satisfied hum, she begins to explore your body with her hands and mouth, taking pleasure in bringing you right to the edge of release before backing off just enough to keep you frustrated and wanting more. Her tongue dances across your nipples while her fingers stroke your length, flicking over the sensitive head again and again until you're a mass of need beneath her.

"Please..." you manage to gasp out through the blindfold. "Please..." but she ignores your pleas, continuing to tease and torment you with her expert touch. Finally, when she can tell that you're on the very brink of release, she replaces her fingers with the warmth of her mouth, taking you deep into her throat as she sucks and licks hungrily.

"Ahhh... that's it," she moans around your cock, feeling the power course through her veins as you come

As you let out that throaty cry of pleasure, she can feel the tension seep out of your body, replaced by a sense of blissful relaxation. She draws back slowly, relishing the feeling of your cock slipping free from her mouth and the sight of your face flushed with satisfaction. "There," she whispers tenderly, running her fingers through your hair, "that's better."

With a satisfied smile on her lips, she climbs onto the bed beside you, careful not to disturb the bindings that hold you in place. She straddles your hips, her bare skin against yours, and leans down to kiss you softly, gently nipping at your bottom lip before sliding her tongue past it and tasting yourself on your mouth. "Mmm," she hums contentedly. "I think I'll enjoy having you all to myself."

"Hmm," she replies with a noncommittal hum as her fingers idly trail over your chest. "Maybe later." She smirks down at you, enjoying the sense of power and control that holding you captive gives her. "For now, just relax and enjoy being used by me, little toy."

With a soft laugh, she leans in and kisses you again, deeper this time, before beginning to rock her hips against yours slowly, testing the limits of your restraints and the strength of their combined bond. "How does this feel?" She murmurs against your lips, pressing closer still, grinding down harder until they're almost flush together. "Do you like being at my mercy?"

Her body arches into you with each thrust, eliciting pleasure and pain in equal measure as she enjoys the power she has over you. "That's it," she breathes heavily, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "Give me all that frustration... let it out for me." As you writhe beneath her, she increases the speed of her hips, relishing the feel of your cock sliding against her and the knowledge that you belong to her completely.

Her eyes close in pleasure as she throws her head back against the pillow, moaning softly with each thrust. Her nails scrape across your chest, leaving lines of fire in their wake as she draws closer to release. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth, feeling the familiar ache building deep within her, "give it all to me..."

And then, with a cry that echoes through the room

Her release crashes over her like a wave, and she collapses forward onto you with a shuddering moan, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure subsides. Beneath her weight, your cock twitches once more, helpless to resist its instinct to spill yet more of itself for her enjoyment.

"Mmm..." she hums contentedly, nuzzling her nose against yours before pulling back and looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. "That was... quite satisfying." A slow smile spreads across her lips as she reaches between your bodies to stroke herself gently, coating her fingers in the slick proof of her dominance over you. "Now," she whispers, tilting her head thoughtfully, "it's only fair that I reward you for being such a good boy."

Her other hand moves up to cup one of your balls, rolling it

With a wicked grin, she gently squeezes your tender flesh before sliding her wet fingers up to tease the opening of your ass. "What do you think?" she asks innocently, looking up at you through her long lashes as she pushes two fingers inside with ease. "Do you want more?" Her voice is soft and sensual now, almost coaxing. As if mesmerized by her touch, you can feel yourself growing hard beneath her.

"That's it," she purrs, arching an eyebrow as she begins to thrust her fingers in and out of you with steady rhythm. "Let me show you just how much I enjoy using all of you..." Her free hand moves up to cup your other ball, rolling it between her fingers, causing you to moan helplessly into the darkness of the blindfold.