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As soon as I saw him during my interview, I knew there was something different about him. His piercing blue eyes seemed to gaze right through me, and although he was handsome, I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I was so captivated by him. But I didn’t have much time to worry about it, as I was soon offered the job and found myself working for him as his personal assistant.

For the first few weeks, everything seemed perfectly professional. We discussed work tasks, went to meetings together, and exchanged pleasantries in the elevator. It wasn’t until a late night working session that I realized how truly dominant he was. I had stayed behind to finish up some paperwork and he had come back into the office to check on me. As I stood up to leave, he pushed me up against a wall and kissed me passionately.

From that moment on, our relationship became more than just boss and employee. We started to secretly see each other, meeting up in empty conference rooms, utility closets, and even his office. He began to introduce me to his dark and dominant side, taking control of my body both physically and mentally.

I was at all times willing to please him, and quickly became his submissive. He had this power over me that I couldn’t withstand, even if I wanted to. He would tell me what to wear, what positions to take, and even the things to say. It was like I had no choice but to hand over my control to him.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, my boss called me into his office. He was sitting behind his desk, intense eyes taking in my every movement. “Strip,” he commanded, voice low and steady. Without hesitation, I started to remove my clothes, feeling his gaze on me the entire time.

Once I was naked, he ordered me to crawl over to where he was sitting. I complied, heart racing with excitement and anticipation. He began to run his hands over my body, as if inspecting me like a prized possession. “You’re mine,” he whispered, before roughly pushing me onto all fours.

I felt his fingers slide into me, moving and exploring my wetness. The pleasure was intense, but I knew better than to get too carried away. I was his to pleasure, nothing more. “Good girl,” he murmured, before pulling back his hand and standing up.

I watched as he undid his pants, revealing his large erection. My mouth watered at the sight, and I couldn’t help but crave what was about to come. He approached me, positioning himself behind me. “You know what to do,” he said, before thrusting himself inside me.

I moaned, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure as he started to move inside me. His thrusts were unrelenting, and I found myself completely lost in the sensations of being dominated by him. It was like nothing else mattered but pleasing him and submitting to him completely.

As we reached our climax, he let out a growl, pulling out and then unloading hot spurts of cum all over my back. Panting, I collapsed onto the floor, trying to catch my breath. He crouched down beside me, running a hand through my hair. “You did well,” he said, voice filled with pride.

And although I knew there were risks involved with our illicit relationship, I couldn’t help but crave even more of his dominant touch. I was his to command, and I couldn’t wait to see where he would take me next.
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