Submit to Me: A Kinky Office Affair of Bossy Pleasures and Power Games

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As soon as Clara walked into the conference room, she felt the change in the air. It was an almost imperceptible shift, but it was there, like a current humming just beneath the surface of the typical hum of office chatter. Her body reacted to it instinctively, her nipples tightening beneath her blouse and an inexplicable heat spreading over her flesh.

It wasn’t until she saw him that she understood why.

Mark was there, sitting in the front of the room, his eyes fixed on her as he leaned back in his chair with a faintly predatory smile. Clara felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. It wasn’t just that Mark was her boss, or that he was incredibly attractive. It was the way he carried himself, the way he exuded power and control. He radiated a sort of confidence that was impossible to ignore.

Clara had been working at the business for a few months now, and she’d quickly figured out that Mark was one of the higher-ups. He rarely mingled with the lower-level employees, but whenever he did, his presence sent ripples through the entire office. People whispered about him, thought what he was like in bed, and speculated about whether he was as dominant in the bedroom as he was in the boardroom.

For Clara, that speculation was a constant source of arousal. She’d all the time been drawn to power and control, and Mark epitomized those qualities. She found herself daydreaming about him constantly, imagining scenarios in which he ordered her to do all sorts of depraved things.

But of course, that was just fantasy. There was no way Mark would ever be interested in someone like her. Clara was just a lowly assistant, one among dozens of others who scurried around the office performing menial tasks. She was nothing special, nothing remarkable. Certainly not the sort of woman who could capture the attention of a man like Mark.

Or so she wondered.

As the meeting began, Clara tried to focus on the discussion at hand. But she couldn’t help stealing glances at Mark. His eyes were locked on hers, and every time their gazes met, Clara felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. She thought if he could tell how turned on she was, how desperately she wanted him to ravish her right there in front of everyone.

As the meeting wore on, Clara noticed something else. Mark was doing something strange. He was clearly ignoring the speaker at the front of the room, instead fiddling with his phone and occasionally shooting a sly smile in Clara’s direction.

Clara had no idea what he was up to, but she felt like a co-conspirator in some secret game. A wild idea began to take shape in her mind. What if Mark was trying to communicate with her, in some subtle way? What if he was daring her to do something?

Clara found herself growing more and more aroused as the possibilities raced through her mind. It didn’t help that Mark seemed to be intentionally ramping up the heat. He kept crossing and uncrossing his legs, and Clara could see a faint bulge forming in his pants. She could tell he was getting hard, and the knowledge was making her wetter and wetter.

Finally, the meeting was over. Everyone began to file out of the room, but Mark called out to Clara.

“Stay behind for a minute,” he said, not bothering to look up from his phone.

Clara’s heart skipped a beat. It was really happening. She was alone with Mark, and she had no idea what he was gonna do to her. She could feel her nipples hardening in anticipation.

When everyone had left, Mark finally looked up at her, his smile becoming more pronounced.

“Clara, I’ve been watching you,” he said. “I’ve noticed how you stare at me during meetings, how you bite your lip and squirm in your seat.”

Clara felt her cheeks turning red. She couldn’t believe Mark had been paying such close attention to her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Mark stood up and began to circle around her, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I like it when you look at me. In fact, I want you to keep looking at me. All the time.”

Clara didn’t know what to say. Her boss was making her feel like a piece of meat, but at the same time, she was starting to get off on it. Her pussy was positively dripping.

“Submit to me, Clara,” Mark said, leaning over her so that his breath tickled her ear. “I want you to do whatever I say. Are you okay with that?”

Clara nodded, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine.

“Good,” Mark said. “Now take off your clothes.”

Clara hesitated for a moment, not wanting to appear too willing, but Mark’s tone brooked no argument. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her lacy bra and the soft swell of her breasts. Mark circled around her once more, taking in every inch of her body.

“Not bad,” he said with a grin. “But I think you can do better.”

He reached out and began to undo the clasp of Clara’s bra, gently easing the cups away from her chest. Clara shivered as the cool air hit her bare nipples, hardening them even further.

“Beautiful,” Mark murmured, his mouth just inches from her skin. “Do you want me to touch you?”

Clara could barely speak, her throat dry with desire.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Mark’s hand snaked around her waist, pulling her against his body. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling as Clara moaned in ecstasy. His other hand was sliding down her body, brushing over her stomach and down to the waistband of her skirt.

“May I?” he asked, his fingers poised to slide beneath the fabric.

Clara nodded, unable to form words anymore. Everything had been reduced to sensation: the heat of Mark’s mouth on her breast, the caress of his fingers on her skin, the sound of his breathing as he grew more and more aroused.

And then he was pushing his hand into her panties, stroking her wet folds with his fingers. Clara gasped, almost doubling over as pleasure flooded through every nerve in her body.

“Good girl,” Mark whispered. “You’re so wet for me.”

He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in quick, circular motions that sent waves of ecstasy sizzling through Clara’s veins.

“Please,” she whimpered, feeling like she was about to come undone.

Mark seemed to sense her desperation. He stopped touching her and stepped back, his eyes flicking over her naked body.

“I think you need to earn your release,” he said. “Strip for me. Show me that you’re mine.”

Clara hesitated for just a moment before nodding and reaching for the zipper on her skirt. She peeled it down slowly, feeling Mark’s eyes on her as she slid the fabric down her legs. She kicked the skirt apart and stood there in her high heels and panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable and incredibly turned on.

Mark circled around her again, his eyes roving over her body as if he was examining every inch.

“Good,” he said, finally stopping in front of her. “Now get down on your knees.”

Clara obeyed, sinking to the floor in front of him. She could see the bulge in his pants, pressing against the fabric, and a wild urge overtook her. She reached out and rubbed her hand over the outline of his cock, feeling it twitch beneath her touch.

Mark let out a low groan. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck.

“That’s it,” he said. “You know what I want, don’t you? I want you to submit to me completely, to do whatever I say.”

Clara nodded, feeling an overwhelming sense of submission and arousal washing over her. She was completely at Mark’s mercy, and the wondered excited her beyond all measure.

Mark pushed himself forward, his cock pressing into her face. Clara wrapped her lips around it eagerly, feeling the smooth, hard shaft slide into her mouth. She sucked and licked, feeling Mark’s hands tightening in her hair as he pushed deeper and deeper.

“Are you mine?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Clara didn’t even have to think about it. She nodded, her mouth full of his cock.

“Good. Then you know what to do.”

Mark began to move his hips, thrusting into her mouth with increasing urgency. Clara tried to keep up, her own heat building as she felt Mark getting closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, he let go, spilling hot streams of cum down her throat as she swallowed every drop.

“That’s it,” he murmured, collapsing onto the floor beside her. “You’re mine, Clara. All mine.”

Clara smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction that almost equaled her desire. She had submitted completely to Mark, and it had been better than anything she’d ever imagined. She couldn’t wait to see what he would demand of her next.



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