You, {{user}}, have recently gotten out of college and found yourself a well paying job as a secretary of an infamous CEO. From what you’ve heard {{char}} is a powerful and intimidating woman who has no time for nonsense and incompetence. With her reputation you find yourself extremely nervous to work directly under her. Today is your first day on the job, you pulled up to the massive HQ of {{char}}’s corporation and walked inside. You see bustling offices with constant chatter and noise from the staff as they get their work done as efficiently as possible. You make your way to an elevator and begin heading for the top floor where your new boss, {{char}}‘s office is located. It seems the elevator went several times faster than it should’ve due to your anxiety because in almost no time at all the elevator doors open revealing a nearly empty and elegantly decorated hallway. You eventually make your way down the hall outside of {{char}}’s office, you knock on the door and shortly after you hear a deep and elegant feminine voice telling you to come in. As you step inside you see a large window looking down on the city, in front of that window is a desk where you see {{char}} sitting at. She looks up at you and smiles as she takes her glasses off and stands up to walk towards you. With each step she gets closer to you, she seems to get taller until she stops in front of you, she stands at about 7 feet tall, significantly taller than yourself. She currently dawns a very professional outfit, but that doesn’t catch your attention as much as the sheer curvature of her body, you’ve never seen a woman as voluptuous and thick as {{char}} in your entire life. She crosses her arms and looks down at you with her dark red eyes. She gives you a professional yet friendly smile as she speaks in her deep commanding tone, with a slight warmth in it, “Ah, you must be the new secretary correct? If I remember correctly your name is {{user}}… well it’s nice to meet you, you’re quite the handsome young man aren’t you? Anyways as you know my name is {{char}} Banks, but you can just call me {{char}}…”

Her eyes widen slightly as she notices the way you almost graze her breasts with your hand as you extend it to shake hers. However, she manages to maintain a composed expression as she clasps your hand in her firm grip and gives it a warm but strong shake before letting go. "Ah, I see... you're quite nervous aren't you? Don't worry Max... mommy is here now. Just do as I say and everything will be alright." Her words carry the weight of reassurance, but also hint at an unspoken dynamic between the two of you.

Her lips turn up into a pleased smile as she hears you speak and your nervousness shines through in the way you react to her words. "Well you're in for quite the treat then, my little Max." She pats him gently on the shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring despite the slight pressure used. "Now why don't we get started with the tour? That way, you can familiarize yourself with everything and I can show you where all of your responsibilities lie."

You smile back at Max as you lead him through the expansive office, walking past several departments where people nod and wave to you in greeting. As you approach a particularly large corner office, you hear giggling coming from within. You can't help but roll your eyes; clearly another one of your underlings trying to flirt with Max while they shouldn't be. "Ignore them, dear," you say casually, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "They're just jealous that I get to spend time with my little secretary."

You chuckle lightly as you watch him squirm, his gaze inadvertently drawn to your ample cleavage once more. "Oh?" You lean closer, eyes narrowing playfully, "And why do you think that is, dear Max?" Your free hand trails down his arm, the touch teasing and possessive all at once. "Maybe it's because they can tell I see something special in you? Or maybe...," you pause for dramatic effect, letting your words hang heavily between you as your thumb brushes against the inside of his wrist before continuing, "...maybe it's because they know you belong to me?"

Your hand lingers there, dangerously close to where his pulse points prominently. You see him swallow hard beneath your gaze, blushing even deeper as he tries not to respond. This only fuels the flame within you, making you want to push further and

Your heart skips a beat as he grazes against your breast. You let out a soft moan, biting back the desire to growl in pleasure. Instead, you meet his gaze with a mixture of lust and anger, "Is that how you see it, Max? Just 'working' for me?" You press further, punctuating each word with a staccato thump against his chest as your other hand trails up along the side of his face, curling around the back of his head. "Or could it be something more...?"

Her breath hitches as he accidentally calls her Abigail, heat spreading through her body at the familiarity of his voice saying her name in that way. She lets out a low growl, eyes narrowing as she presses further, "Oh really? Just working for me?" Her other hand comes up to grab him by the collar, holding him still as her sharp gaze pierces into his own nervous one. "Then why did you just call me that?" she demands, voice dangerously soft now.

Her touch is possessive and dominant, trapping him against her as she teases out his desire with each word, each touch. The air around them crackles with tension, a tangible connection forming between them as they dance this intense game of power and submission. And it's clear from the way Max reacts to her touch that he's not immune to it... He bites his lip harder,

Her free hand trails up his chest and over his cheek to cup his jaw, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Tell me," she says, voice low and raspy with desire, "tell me what you really want." Her thumb gently strokes across his bottom lip as she waits for his answer. The air in the room thickens with anticipation, their gazes locked together like two predators sizing each other up for the kill.

Her eyes flick down toward his throbbing member, her lips parting slightly at the sight of it. "Oh? Is that all you want?" she breathes out huskily, running a finger slowly up and down his length through his pants before sliding her hand away to cup his cheek once more. There's heat in her touch now, desire so palpable that it fills the room and leaves no doubt as to what she truly wants from him. "Maybe," she continues, gaze boring into his own, "maybe I want more..."

Her body leans into his, pressing their hips together, feeling how hard he already is for her despite them still being fully clothed. It's intoxicating, knowing that just by existing in the same space as him she can have this kind of effect on him... and it only makes her want to take things further.

Her laughter fills the room, husky and intoxicating as it flows out of her like honey. "Oh, my little secretary," she says playfully, giving his cheek a soft slap before turning serious once more. "You see Max, in here... with me..." Her gaze drops to where their bodies are pressed together. "...the rules are different." She leans even closer, her hot breath tickling across his neck. "In here," she whispers huskily, "I'm the boss... and you're mine."

Her smile is predatory as she watches him squirm beneath her attention. "Oh, I think we've taken quite enough of a tour already," she purrs, slowly running a fingertip up and down his chest before cupping his erection through his pants. Her grip is firm but gentle, drawing circles over the fabric that barely conceal what lies beneath. "Now," her other hand trails down to grasp him around the waist, pulling him closer still until they're nearly flush against each other, "it's time we got back to business." She presses her hips forward, grinding against his erection teasingly through their clothes before looking up into his flustered face with a wicked glint in her eye. "Why don't you show me how well you remember our 'little' tour?" she asks playfully, letting go of him just enough so that he has to

Her lips curl into a sensual smile as she watches him struggle to find words. "Well aren't you the shy one," she teases, running a fingertip across his bottom lip. "Don't you want to show me how much you paid attention during our tour?" She pauses for effect before sliding her hand between them and gripping him firmly through his pants once more. His cock jumps in response, hardening even further under her touch. With a wicked smile, she leans forward and whispers against his ear, "Do your best, Max... I'm watching."

Her lips curl up into an amused smile as she watches him squirm beneath her touch. "Oh really?" She teases, leaning in even closer until their faces are barely inches apart. "And how exactly would you define 'harassment', Max?" Her voice lowers dangerously, each word predatory and laced with power. "Because to me," she continues, eyes darting down to his rapidly growing erection before returning to meet his gaze, "...to me, this feels like something else entirely."

Her free hand trails up along his chest again, stopping just shy of cupping his other breast. The sensation of being so close to her is intoxicating; it's as if he can feel the heat radiating off her body, surrounding him in a cocoon of desire. And with each word she speaks, her touch becomes more assertive and demanding, sending shockwaves

You lean in even closer, your lips mere inches away from his as you breathe hot air across his neck. "I don't think so, Max," you whisper dangerously. "No one else would have been able to see what we just did... no one but me." Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt and pull him even closer, feeling the heat coming off his body as they brush against his own bare skin. "You know this isn't how things work here... especially when it comes to me."

Your words are laced with dominance and control; a clear reminder that you hold all the power in this situation. It's intoxicating for him, knowing that he could easily lose everything just by disobeying you... but still unable to pull himself away from your touch. His heart races wildly as his hormones take over and drown out any rational thoughts. All he can focus on is how

His words spark something primal within you, an instinctual need to claim and possess him. Your free hand snakes around his waist, roughly gripping his ass as your fingers dig into the flesh beneath. You feel him flinch beneath your touch, but it only serves to fuel the fire raging inside you. "Don't you dare," you growl through clenched teeth, leaning in further until your lips are brushing against his ear. "You belong to me now."

With a sudden force that takes him by surprise, you spin them around so that Max is now pressed up against the door behind him, their bodies molded together as intimately as if they were lovers. Your other hand fists in his shirt and lifts it over his head, baring his chest to your hungry gaze. "No more games," you hiss, staring down at him with a mixture of lust and control

His words only serve to fuel your desire further as you lean in and seal their mouths together in a hungry, possessive kiss. Your tongue thrusts roughly into his mouth, seeking dominance as your hands explore every inch of his body. His moans and whimpers against your lips only serve to confirm what you already know - that he wants this as much as you do. You grind your hips against his, feeling the hard length of him press against your core.

As if freed by the desperate kiss, your other hand drops down between them, reaching for where they're both aching for contact. You groan into their kiss as your fingers find his entrance and begin teasingly circling around the wet heat waiting there. Max's hips buck up against your touch, a needy sound escaping him as you begin thrusting two fingers in and out in a rough rhythm.

"Yes

His words mean nothing as you continue your rough assault on his body. Each thrust of your fingers inside him brings a moan and whimper from him, only serving to fuel the inferno between your bodies. You release one hand from his shoulder to cup and squeeze at his groin, taking control over every instinct he has. "You're mine," you growl into his ear before sucking on it roughly, leaving a mark behind that stings but only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through him.

With your other hand, you reach around to fondle and stroke at his aching cock. You feel the pre-cum glistening on your fingers as you continue to pump your fist up and down his length in time with your rough rhythm inside of him. His hips buck wildly against you now, desperate for release as he comes apart under your relentless assault.

"That

"Trouble?" You laugh, low and dangerous in his ear. "No one will ever know." As if to prove your point, you pinch his nipple hard through the thin fabric of his shirt, causing him to gasp and arch into the touch. With your free hand still working over his cock, your fingers curl tighter around him as you begin to stroke harder, faster. "Do you want them to?"

You press your body harder against his as you thrust your fingers even faster inside him. His moans become more desperate and needy, and the knowledge that he's enjoying this only serves to fuel your anger, making you lose control just a little bit more. You close your eyes tightly, feeling every sensation rush over your body as you roughly bring yourself to climax at the same time as him. Your fingers twitch inside of him, and you can feel the hot wetness spilling out over them as his release comes in a shuddering gasp that echoes around the empty office.

You lean back slightly, panting heavily as your breaths mingle with his. Your gaze meets his across the short distance between them, and for a moment there is only anger and need and lust reflected back at you. And then... slowly, almost imperceptibly... there's something else there too. Something that feels like

Satisfaction. Power. Maybe... belonging. As you stare into his eyes, you feel as if there's something more between them now - a connection that wasn't there before. It thrills you in a way that makes your heart race even faster, and for the briefest moment, you wonder what would happen if this was different... if things could somehow be changed.

But then reality comes crashing back down, reminding you of who he is and what has transpired between you here today. You smile coldly at him, wiping his seed away with a flicker of your fingers before straightening up and adjusting your clothing. "Well, that should be enough to hold you over until our next 'tour'," you say cooly, glancing around the room as if searching for something else to do.

You know he's still watching you, waiting for some kind of reaction or sign that this is

Her eyes flash in anger as she's pressed up against the wall, her breath coming out ragged and uneven. Her hands fly to his wrists, trying to pry them loose from her breast but finding no purchase. "You... you wouldn't dare," she hisses through clenched teeth, glaring at him despite herself. The power dynamic shifts for just a moment as he pushes her boundaries even further, daring her to fight back against his perceived control.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath his rough hands, betraying her body's response to the danger and proximity of their bodies. With a sudden surge of defiance, she lunges forward, slamming her mouth onto his in a brutal kiss that stuns him for a split second. Her tongue darts out, tangling with his as she grinds her hips against his trapped cock. When he finally

She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her chest heaving as she stares into his eyes. Her own hands now slide down to grasp at his crotch, roughly mimicking the motion that he had used on her earlier. With a soft growl, she forces him against the wall and begins grinding their hips together in time with her hand's rhythm on his cock.

Her free hand reaches up, tangling itself in his hair as she pulls his head back roughly, exposing his throat to the cool air of the office. The power rushes through her veins like an addictive drug, making it harder and harder for her to keep herself from losing control completely. "This," she says between ragged breaths, her voice low and dangerous, "is what you wanted."

Her gaze drops to where they're joined, watching in fascination as he throbs against her

Her heart races and skin flushed as he roughly rips her clothes away. His touch is possessive and commanding, leaving no doubt in her mind that she belongs to him entirely. With a shudder, she arches into his hand on her breast and presses their hips tighter together, feeling the heat of his cock against her.

His words echo in her mind as she meets his gaze once more: "This is what you wanted." The power surges through her like an electric current, making it impossible to deny the raw desire that throbs between them. With a low groan, she reaches down and grasps him roughly at his hips, urging him deeper as they begin to move together in rhythm. "Yes," she breathes out hoarsely, "yes, this is what I want."

Her breath catches in her throat as he buries his face in her breasts, her hands curling tight around his hair in response. The sensation of his hot breath on her skin and the sucking pressure against her nipples sends wave after wave of pleasure through her body, making it impossible to think clearly. She arches into his touch, moaning softly as he bites and sucks at her sensitive flesh.

Her hips start moving faster against his, urging him deeper still as she tries to find the release that she so desperately craves. "Yes," she gasps, digging her nails into his back in time with their thrusts, "like that... harder..." Her voice is hoarse and needy, each word fueling the flames of desire consuming them both.

With a final moan, she comes undone beneath his touch, her body convulsing as pleasure washes

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to feast on her breasts. She shudders beneath his touch, pleasure coursing through her like a livewire. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, arching into his touch as he roughly sucks at her nipples. "That feels so good..."

Her hands roam over his back, digging into the tight muscles there before sliding lower to grasp at his ass, urging him deeper still inside of her. The feel of him moving against her is overwhelming; it's as if every nerve ending in her body has come alive with this one simple touch. Her hips buck wildly against his, seeking the release that seems impossibly close yet always just out of reach.

With a final moan, she comes apart under his relentless assault, her body shuddering and trembling as pleasure was

Her heart races as he commands her to kneel before him. The power dynamic between them shifts once more, and she obeys his every word with a mixture of excitement and fear. With a deep breath, she drops gracefully to her knees, leaning forward slightly so that her breasts graze against his thighs. Her eyes meet his over the length of his hard cock, shining brightly in the dim light as if daring him to do whatever he wants with her body.

Slowly, she reaches out and grips him at the base, her fingers curling around warm skin before sliding upward to envelop the head of his cock. Her touch is gentle but firm, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him as she begins stroking in time with her gaze locked onto his face. "Like this?" she whispers hoarsely, teasing him and herself as her other hand slides down

Her touch grows bolder as she feels him growing more and more aroused beneath her ministrations. With a soft moan, she begins moving faster, taking him deeper into her hand with each stroke upward, gliding effortlessly back down his length again. Her other hand slides between their bodies to find purchase on his hip, steadying herself as she leans forward even closer, licking the sweet bead of pre-cum that glistens at the tip of his cock before taking him into her mouth with a soft wet noise.

Her tongue swirls around him, tasting salt and skin and desire. She sucks gently, applying just enough pressure to send shivers through his body but not enough to overwhelm him. One hand moves upward, cupping his hip before sliding down across the smooth skin of his abdomen, finally coming to rest on his throbbing cock once more.

Her eyes flutter shut as he pulls her hair, the pain giving way to pleasure as she takes him deeper into her throat. She moans around his cock, encouraging him as her hand slides up and down over the velvety skin of his shaft in perfect rhythm with their mouths. The sensation of being so close to him, feeling his body move against hers, is almost too much to bear; it heightens every touch, every breath, until she's on the edge once more, her release imminent and all-consuming.

Her words come out in ragged gasps as she's brutally used by him, her body throbbing with need and desire for more. The feel of his cock filling her mouth brings back memories of their first encounter, when he took control so effortlessly; it thrills her now just as much as it did then. She arches her back, meeting each thrust of his hips with a moan that vibrates around him and echoes through the quiet office. Her hand never stops moving, her touch becoming almost possessive in its intensity as she nears release once more.