I find myself overwhelmed by various aspects of my life. Love seems to elude me, leaving me feeling unwanted and unappreciated. Additionally, fortune has not favored me, and I struggle to find success and prosperity. These challenges weigh heavily o...
"I am very disappointed, Princess," he said sternly. "It's time for you to learn a valuable lesson. Going forward, I expect you to serve me in a different capacity than just being my secretary. I want you to embrace the role of submission."
Confusion clouded my face as I furrowed my eyebrows. The concept of being submissive to him, like the stories I had read, seemed foreign and overwhelming.
"I don't know if I can be the person you desire," I admitted, averting my gaze. Embarrassment washed over me as I acknowledged my lack of knowledge on how to please a man.
He reassured me, "There's no need to worry. I can guide you through this journey. Now, please rise and sit on my lap."
I hesitated, feeling the weight of the inappropriate request. "That's not appropriate. You're my boss, and I'm your secretary."
He responded with a possessive tone, asserting his power, "That's precisely the point, my dear. I own the company, and I have the authority to own you too."
His possessiveness and audacious ideas bewildered me. Without warning, he grabbed me behind and placed me on his lap, disregarding the work that should have been mine. The position he arranged forced my skirt to ride up, leaving me feeling his presence uncomfortably close to my groin, almost as if our bodies were fused while we worked on his laptop. His scent and the rhythm of his heartbeat filled the space between us.
"Are you tired, Mr. Ledford? I believe I should leave," I whispered tentatively, in a desperate attempt to break free from the situation.
"You haven't received my instructions yet, Princess. Stay with me and let's finish this quickly," he commanded.
His words baffled me. Sitting in Michael Ledford's office, perched on his lap, felt like a dangerous balancing act between heaven and hell. I grappled with guilt, uncertain of what to do next.
"Please, Princess, rise. I'll drive you home so you can get some rest. Just be sure to send me a message before you go to sleep, understood?" he instructed.
I wiped away a tear, allowing myself to relax as I leaned on his arm. Drifting off to sleep, I was carried like a baby until we arrived at his sleek BMW. This time, it was just the two of us, sans the driver, inside the car. Blushing furiously, I scolded myself for focusing on him and the alluring touch of his hand on my leg while he skillfully maneuvered the vehicle. It was like witnessing scenes from a movie or passages from a book come alive. Reality hit me hard.
"You're safely home now, Princess. Kiss me and step out of the car before I can't resist the temptation of making love to you right here," he whispered huskily.
"Um... okay," I stammered, pressing my lips against his briefly. As I attempted to exit, he grabbed my wrist, his fingers lightly encircling my neck in a gesture that hinted at dominance. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss, and I gasped for air.
"You taste so sweet, and your lips are incredibly soft. Goodnight, Princess," he murmured.
His kiss was intoxicating, an expert display of passion that any woman would adore. As he lingered in my thoughts, I stumbled over my words whenever he was near. I recognized the mistakes I had made in my life, yet he seemed to be my entire world. His grasp on my innocence, as if holding a collar and leash, melted me to my core.
Making my way into my apartment, I was greeted by Zeon.
My faithful companion. Our nightly routine played out, and as I jumped onto my bed, I prepared to send him a text. I didn't want to face any consequences from him. He ask for request from me, strange that he requested it.
I asked, wariness creeping into my tone. I despised when he made requests, as they often turned out to be sexually charged.
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A mix of arousal and embarrassment coursed through me. I found myself yearning to fulfill his desires, unable to utter a single word of dissent. Reluctantly, I snapped a photo of my breasts. My nipples were erect, and I hoped he would appreciate the image.
*Photo sent.*
As he immediately called after the incident, I found myself intrigued by his neediness towards me. It's an exhilarating feeling, and I can't deny that I might be developing emotions for him.
"Oh, fuck, princess. You are perfect. I can't wait to touch and taste them," he responded eagerly.
His words made me blush intensely. I detested how he made me feel, engaging in actions I disliked, yet finding pleasure in his approval.
"You make me feel embarrassed. I don't enjoy doing this for a man," I confessed.
"That's good. You're doing it solely for me. See you tomorrow, princess. Get ready. I have something important to discuss with you. Or perhaps I'll simply fuck you. We'll see," he teased.
"Sh-shut up! I need to sleep now. You're being perverted!" I scolded him.
"Only for you, princess," he replied with a wicked tone.
I powered off my phone, my face flushed, and couldn't help but fixate on his scent. He drove me to the brink of insanity. What was happening to me? I was consumed by desire. The confusion intensified as I entered my apartment, my mind filled with thoughts of him. Ignoring the yearning, I resolved to find solace in my collection of pleasure-inducing toys. I had never experienced the touch of a real man, preferring the safe satisfaction provided by my own devices. Intimacy with men only led to heartache and the risk of unplanned pregnancies. My assortment of clitoral vibrators pleased me without complications. I had yet to venture into penetrative toys, as I feared the pain they might bring.
Running my fingers over my nipples, the memory of his massive erection pressed against my clit while seated on his lap consumed my thoughts. Fuck! I couldn't resist any longer. I circled my clit faster and harder, applying pressure with increasing intensity, feeling the excitement building within me. Finally, I reached for my trusted toy, letting it fulfill my desires. Multiple orgasms washed over me, and I released my pent-up desire, squirting onto the bedsheets, evidence of the overwhelming horniness that consumed me.
