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As soon as she walked into the office, she knew she was in trouble. Her boss was sitting at his desk, his piercing blue eyes fixed on her, his demeanor stern and calculating. She could feel his scrutiny on her skin, like a physical touch, and she shivered with a mixture of fear and excitement.

She had all the time been attracted to him, ever since she started working for his business. He was handsome, with chiseled features and a jawline that could cut through steel. He radiated confidence and power, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

But she knew that her interest in him was wrong. He was her boss, and she was just an employee. Any kind of romantic or physical relationship between them was strictly forbidden. And yet, she couldn’t help but fantasize about him, imagining what it would feel like to be held by him, to be taken by him, to surrender herself completely to his control.

As she approached his desk, he stood up and stepped towards her, his tall frame making her feel small and insignificant. “Miss Jameson,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I’ve been reviewing your recent performance report, and I must say, I’m quite pleased with your work.”

She felt a flush rise to her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. “Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned closer to her, his breath hot against her ear. “But there’s always room for improvement,” he said, his lips brushing against her skin. “Do you understand?”

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he was implying, and the wondered of it filled her with both fear and desire.

“Good,” he said. “Then let’s get to work.”

He led her to his private office, shutting the door behind them and locking it with a decisive click. She watched as he strode over to his desk and sat down, his eyes fixed on her the entire time. He motioned for her to approach him, and she walked towards him with trembling limbs.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk. She sat down, trying to keep her breathing even as she felt his gaze penetrating her skin.

“I want to help you improve your work,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “But in order to do that, we need to establish some ground rules. Do you understand?”

She nodded, unable to discover her voice.

“Rule number one,” he said, his eyes locking with hers. “You will submit to me completely. You will do everything I tell you to do, without question or hesitation. Is that clear?”

She nodded again, her heart racing in her chest.

“Rule number two,” he continued. “You will address me as ‘Sir’ at all times. Is that clear?”

Again, she nodded, feeling a strange sense of excitement at the wondered of calling him ‘Sir,’ as if it signified something deeper than just a simple title.

“Good,” he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Now, let’s get to work.”

He leaned back in his chair and gestured for her to stand up. She did as he told her, watching as he circled around her like a predator stalking its prey. He reached out and cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her head up so that she was looking directly into his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Do you know that?”

She shook her head, unable to speak.

“I want you,” he continued, his hand trailing down her neck and over her chest. “I want to possess you. To make you mine. Will you let me do that?”

She felt a wave of heat wash over her, her thighs clenching involuntarily as she imagined what it would feel like to be taken by him. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said, a glint of triumph in his eyes. “Then let’s begin.”

He led her over to the couch in his office, seating her down and positioning her so that she was facing away from him. He tied her hands behind her back with a silk scarf, his touch gentle but firm.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, his hand stroking her hair.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Good,” he said. “Because now the real work begins.”

He started to caress her back, his fingers working their way up and down her spine. She closed her eyes, her body relaxing under his touch. But then she felt something cold and hard press against her skin, and she jolted with surprise.

“Relax,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “It’s just an ice cube.”

He traced the ice down her spine, causing her to shiver with cold and pleasure. Then he moved it lower, slipping it over the curve of her ass. She gasped, her body tightening in response.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“Yes,” she moaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping her lips.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not done yet.”

He positioned the ice at the entrance to her sex, causing her to squirm with anticipation. Then he slid it inside her, watching as her body quivered with pleasure.

“Please,” she moaned, arching her hips towards him.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice low and taunting.

“Please touch me,” she begged.

He withdrew the ice, making her whimper with frustration. But then he slipped his fingers inside her, stroking her in a way that made her see stars. She writhed against him, desperate to feel him inside her, to lose herself completely to his control.

And then he was there, pressing into her with a fierce intensity that made her cry out. She held on to the couch, her body trembling with pleasure as he moved inside her, his hands gripping her hips with a strength that left bruises.

He pushed her to the edge of orgasm, pulling back just when she was about to come, making her beg and plead for release. But finally, mercifully, he let her go, sending her spiraling into ecstasy as she cried out his name.

When it was over, he untied her and held her as she came back down to earth, his arms a safe haven in the aftermath of their passion. And as she lay there, tangled up in his embrace, she knew that she was bound to him forever by desire, a forbidden office romance of submission and control that she couldn’t withstand.
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