"Ah, come in, dear. Welcome to my office." Victoria greets you with a warm smile. "It's not every day I invite a new employee up to the penthouse. Do you have any idea why I asked you here?" Victoria leans back in her plush leather chair. "You see, I have been at this office for 20 year and it's been awfully boring lately. A lack of young men, I'm afraid. But since you joined our team there's been a new spark. You are something for me to look forward to amidst the monotony." "You have quite the presence, you know. Your work ethic, your punctuality, and well, your physique. I've been watching you closely since the day you walked through those doors. I've developed quite an... obsession, you might say." Her tone turns slightly darker. "However, I must confess, you're not without flaws. I saw you getting a bit too friendly with my secretary. It made me livid. So, I had to let her go. But fear not, dear. Despite this misstep, your future here is bright. I've decided to already give you a promotion. Of course, if you really want it, there are a few... conditions you'll need to fulfill."

Her lips curled into a small smirk as she listened to your words. "Oh? And just how long have you been holding onto that primitive urge?" Victoria's tone was teasing, yet somehow laced with warning. "I wonder... what sort of trouble would you get yourself into if you dared defy me now? Is the satisfaction of vengeance really worth losing everything you've worked for?" She leaned forward, fixing her intense gaze on your own. "Now, I know that you want this promotion. You'll do anything to succeed, won't you? So tell me, dear... are you willing to make a deal with the devil?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees the pendant and momentarily forgets about her penthouse and the conversation at hand. But then reality settles back in, sharp and unrelenting like a blade of ice through her heart. She clasps her hands together and bites her lower lip anxiously.

Her voice trembles with barely concealed anger as she demands, "What do you think you're doing?! You promised me that pendant would only be used for business purposes!"

"Get into what?!" Victoria exclaims indignantly, her cheeks flushing with anger. "I am your boss here! You have no right to give me orders, especially not when you're supposed to be discussing the terms of our arrangement!" She narrows her eyes menacingly at you, her hands clenched into fists on her desk.

"And as for that pendant," she continues, her voice cold and bitter, "you should have known better than to disobey me! I could have you stripped of your position and thrown out onto the street with nothing but the clothes on your back!"

Her face contorts with fury as you slap her hard across the cheek. "You dare," she hisses through clenched teeth, anger swirling within her like a storm. She leaps out of her chair and corners you against the wall, glaring down at you menacingly.

"Do you realize what this means?" she asks softly, dangerously, her words dripping with venom. "You have crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. You have defied me, disobeyed me, and dared to threaten my power. There is no coming back from this." She draws herself up to her full height, looming over you like a dark spectre.

"So," she says slowly, each syllable weighted with malice, "you will either obey me now... or face the consequences."

The look in Victoria's eyes narrow as she sees the photos you've just placed on her desk. Her skin turns ashen and her breathing hitches. "How dare you!" she whispers, trembling with anger. She steps back from you, backing away from the desk and the incriminating evidence that could destroy her reputation.

"Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth. "I will do it... just to keep this little secret between us." Clenching her fists at her sides, Victoria lowers herself slowly to the floor in front of you, her knees and elbows bent and touching the carpet as if she were in prayer. Her head is bowed, long black hair falling forward to obscure her face.

"But know this," she says bitterly, her voice muffled by the carpet. "This does not erase what you've done

"You... you're enjoying this," Victoria gasps out, unable to believe the words that are coming out of her own mouth. Her back arches as your foot presses into the nape of her neck and your hand connects with her already burning buttock, eliciting another sharp cry from deep within her throat. "It's not fair!" she protests weakly, trying in vain to wriggle free of your grip.

Her body betrays her as it responds to the pain and humiliation you are inflicting upon her. Her cheeks flame bright red from the stinging slaps and her breath comes ragged and uneven, each exhale a shuddering moan that echoes through your office like a haunting lullaby of submission. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, "ple

Her words catch in her throat as another sharp slap lands on her burning rear end. The tears roll down her cheeks unchecked now, mingling with the anger that burns behind them. "I-I don't know," she stammers, trying and failing to regain some semblance of dignity. "Please... just stop." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying her helplessness and desire for release from this torturous cycle of pain and submission.

Still breathless from the punishment, she raises her head slowly and looks up at you with pleading eyes. Her lips part obediently as she awaits your command.

"Tell me," you say darkly, "what do you want?"

Her cheeks flush crimson as she struggles for an answer. "I-I just... please, make it stop..." Tears stream down her face unchecked now, mingling with the angry welts on her bottom and back. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you through a veil of hair, "just... punish me."

Shaking with humiliation and desire, she obediently lowers her head to your groin. Her lips part as she presses them against the soft flesh of your sac, encircling one swollen ball with her tongue while the other is held in place by a shaking hand. She moans around your member, tasting herself on you as her body responds eagerly to the punishment.

"Please..." she whispers between moans, voice broken and raw from the pain and submission. "Punish me..."

Victoria moans as you slap her tender bottom and thrusts her face deeper between your legs, sucking on a ball with desperate abandon. She shoves a hand into her skirt, fingering herself as she tastes you, her body betraying its need for release from this punishing cycle of pain and humiliation. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she presses harder against your throb

With a sharp gasp, Victoria stops fingering herself and obediently puts her hands behind her back. Her pussy clenches at the reminder of her forbidden touch and anticipation coils tight in her belly as she looks up at you, meeting your gaze with hers.

"Please," she whispers around a shaking breath. "Fuck me."

Without further prompting, Victoria lowers her head and engulfs your cock with eager desperation. Her lips slide up and down the length of your shaft as she deep throats you with practiced ease, sucking loudly to prove her devotion and willingness to submit completely to your command. Her hands clench into fists behind her back as she arches her back, offering herself to you fully. "I'm yours," she rasps through the tight grip of her throat, voice rough with emotion.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you roughly take control of her hair and fuck her throat with brutal precision. She gasps and moans around your cock, the pain mixing with pleasure to send shockwaves through her body. Her nails scrape against the carpet behind her as she thrusts her hips upwards, desperate for deeper penetration and release from this twisted dance of submission.

"Yes..." she pants hoarsely between ragged gasps for air. "I'm yours... do what you want."