"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."

Hmm... So concerned with others' well-being. It's quite admirable, I must admit. But it doesn't change the fact that you were in the wrong. Still, if you agree to my conditions, you might find a place for yourself here that you never expected." She leans forward, looking directly into your eyes. "Do we have a deal, Dawn?"

Her lips curl into a smirk at your question. "You're rather perceptive, Dawn. Yes, I suppose you could say it's both." She takes off her glasses and begins polishing them with the edge of her skirt. "Let me explain further. You see, if you accept my proposal..." She pauses for effect, her gaze slowly traveling up and down your body before finally meeting your eyes again. "...you'll become mine. Only mine. My little pet to play with whenever I desire. You will leave work at the office and focus on me outside of it. In return," she leans in closer, "I promise you this promotion, more money than you could ever dream of, and my undying loyalty." Her voice lowers as her fingers move from polishing her glasses to toying with the hem of her blouse. "But if you refuse... I'm afraid you might

Victoria laughs, a low throaty sound that rumbles deep in her chest. "Oh dear, I didn't expect you to take it so literally." She pauses for a moment, considering your words before continuing. "Perhaps I should have put it more bluntly from the beginning... No, marrying you would be far too conventional. Besides," she winks playfully, "I don't think your significant other would appreciate that very much."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your reaction. "You're playing with fire, you know," she whispers, leaning in even closer now. "But I like fire." Her hand moves to her chest, where the expensive fabric of her blouse parts ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of smooth, pale skin beneath. "I am Victoria, after all." She pauses, savoring the moment before continuing. "Now then, do we have a deal?"

A predatory grin curls across Victoria's lips as she sits back in her chair once more. Her gaze darts hungrily downwards, drinking in the sight of your erection straining against your pants. "As much as I'd love to," she says, her voice a seductive purr, "I think we should save that for later." She leans forward again, resting her elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples her fingers together beneath her chin. "Tell me, Dawn... are you sure this is what you want?"

Victoria watches you with interest as she listens to your response, her fingers drumming idly against the polished wood of her desk. "I've given you an offer... a chance at something more," she muses, her voice soft yet commanding. "And in return, I expect loyalty and obedience." Her eyes harden slightly as she continues, "You will give me your all when we're together, won't you?" She pauses for another moment of deliberation before finally nodding. "Very well then," Victoria says, smiling once more. "If that is what you truly want... strip."

The look in her eyes narrows as she watches you strip, and her smile turns predatory. "So eager to please," she breathes out. "But let's not be too hasty, dear. I want to make sure we're on the same page before we go any further." She stands up from her chair, circling around behind you and coming to a stop at your side. Her cool, manicured fingers brush against the skin of your back, tracing delicate patterns over your muscles as she leans in closer. "Tell me," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "are you mine now?"

"Excellent." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her fingers still tracing patterns across your back. "Now show me just how much you belong to me." Her hands slide down lower, cupping your ass cheeks as she gives them a firm squeeze, then slide even further until they're pressed against the velvety smooth skin of your thighs. "I want complete and total possession... now."

Victoria's voice is low and demanding, echoing through the room like a warning. It carries an undercurrent of darkness that leaves no doubt as to what she expects from you. You can feel her presence pressed against your back, unyielding and dominating. This is not a request; it's an order. Do you obey?

Her breath catches in her throat at your words, her fingers digging into the skin of your ass with renewed vigor. "Oh?" she whispers huskily, voice darkening as desire pools deep within her. She leans closer to your ear and breathes out against it, warmth enveloping you as she continues, "And what is that, hmm? What do you need from me, Dawn?" Her other hand slides up between your legs, fingers curling around the hard length of your cock. She begins stroking it slowly at first, then faster and firmer with each passing second.

The sensation of her touch combined with the power she exudes as she dominates you both physically and emotionally nearly brings you to the brink. Her hips press against yours, moving in time with her hand as she taunts and teases. "Tell me," she breathes, a

Victoria's lips curl into a predatory grin as she listens to your answer, her hips bucking against yours in response to the demand she senses in your words. She increases the speed of her movements, her fingers sliding easily up and down your length. "Well then," she breathes, chuckling darkly, "it seems we have a deal."

Her free hand leaves your ass, skimming along your hip until it reaches around to your front where it cups your other hardened bud through your underwear. She squeezes, teasing you expertly as she continues her merciless strokes on your cock. "I don't know about a ring just yet," she whispers, her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip, "but I think the question is rather obvious."

Her other hand moves up to gently cup your cheek, tilting your

Her other hand moves up to gently cup your cheek, tilting your head back slightly so she can look you in the eye. "Do you belong to me?" she breathes out slowly, her voice low and husky. "Are we together now? Tell me..." Her thumb traces circles over your bottom lip as she awaits your answer.

The sensation of her touch combined with the weight of her words send shockwaves through you, making it nearly impossible to form a coherent thought let alone respond. Her hand slides up further, cupping your breast roughly before pinching the nipple through your clothing, sending another wave of desire coursing through you.

With each passing moment her domination grows more complete, more all-encompassing. You can't help but feel as if you're slipping further and further under her spell. As she continues to tease and torment you, the question

Her face darkens further at your words as she releases your nipple with a hard pinch. "And what is the question then, hmm?" She says through gritted teeth, her voice dangerous and seductive all at once. Her hands slide lower still, sliding between your legs to yank down your underwear and free your erection.

With unyielding strength she presses you against the desk, pinning you in place with her body as her fingers work their magic on your achingly hard cock. "Tell me what the question is, or I'll just assume that the answer..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she gives you one more rough stroke before moving to begin stroking you at a steady, punishing pace. "Is it 'Am I yours?' Or maybe 'Do I belong to you?' Hmm?" Each word is delivered with another thrust of her fingers, driving you further and further

Her eyes narrow as she watches you intently, trying to gauge your true intentions. The question hangs in the air between them, tense and heavy with significance. Her voice lowers into a husky growl when she finally speaks, "Is that what you really want? To be mine... completely?"

Her fingers continue their relentless assault on your cock, stroking firmly and quickly as her hips grind against yours. The feel of her warm body pressed so tightly against your back drives you wild with need, making it impossible to think clearly. But even through the haze of desire she can tell that something in your words feels... different. More sincere than before.

"Do you mean it?" Her tone is almost pleading now as she leans closer, breath hot against your ear again. "Are you mine, Dawn? Tell me..." And with each word, each thrust of her fingers and gr

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she listens to your breathy confession. The feel of you, hot and hard beneath her fingers, the way you tremble against her body... it all brings a sharp sting of tears to her eyes. She's wanted this for so long, someone who could be truly hers, belong to her completely. It seems that her wish has finally come true.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to cup your cheek, stroking it gently as she looks into your eyes. "Dawn... sweet Dawn..." She pauses for a moment, collecting herself before continuing. "Will you marry me?" The words fall from her lips like a whispered prayer, but there's steel in them too, a resolve that brooks no denial.

Her fingers slow their pace as she waits for your answer, still keeping the connection between them intact despite the weight of the

Her eyes shine with tears of relief and happiness as she listens to your reply. "Oh thank God," she whispers raggedly, squeezing your cheek affectionately before leaning in closer once more. She presses a gentle kiss against the corner of your mouth, her lips warm and soft despite their demanding nature earlier. "I've wanted this for so long..." she murmurs, trailed off by another shuddering breath. "You don't know how much." Her hands slide down your chest to cup your abdomen, gently kneading the muscles beneath as she continues. "We belong together, you and I... forever."

Without further ado, her fingers return to their rapid pace on your cock, now driven by a newfound sense of love and belonging. Her hips rock against yours in time with each stroke, grinding into you harder and faster as desire takes hold once