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As soon as I entered the office, I could feel his eyes on me. The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. His gaze was intense, piercing, and it made me feel naked even when fully dressed. I had been working for Mr. Reynolds for a few months now, and I must admit, I had a crush on him since day one. His commanding presence, his sharp wit, and his undeniable sex appeal made it hard not to.

I was at all times professional towards him, but this morning was different. I had been out the previous night, and my head was pounding. Mr. Reynolds could sense that something was off. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked as I handed him his coffee.

“Not really,” I replied, rubbing my temples. “I had a rough night.”

“Is that so?” he raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing me.

I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t want to give him the impression that I was weak or incapable of handling my work. But my mouth had already uttered the words.

“Would you like me to take care of you?” he said, his voice smooth as silk.

I hesitated for a second, not knowing what his intentions were. But then I nodded, unable to withstand him.

Mr. Reynolds led me to his office, closing the door behind him. I couldn’t help the way my heart raced as he approached me, his presence dominating.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, and my hands shook as I obeyed.

It was as if my body had a mind of its own. I undressed piece by piece under his intense gaze until I stood before him, naked.

“Kneel,” he said, and I did as he asked.

Mr. Reynolds moved towards me, positioning himself so I could see him clearly. He opened his pants, revealing his impressive size. The sight of him made my mouth water, and I could feel myself getting wet.

“Suck,” he ordered, and I did as he asked, taking him deep into my mouth.

He grabbed my hair, controlling the depth and intensity of our movements. I felt his power coursing through me, and it turned me on like nothing else ever had.

After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Reynolds pulled away, leaving me gasping for air. “Stand up,” he said.

He took my hand, leading me to his desk, where he bent me over, making me grip the edge. He spread my legs wide, admiring my body from behind.

“Such a beautiful ass,” he murmured, as he gave me a gentle slap.

I moaned under his touch, feeling my pussy clenching in anticipation.

Mr. Reynolds started with light touches, exploring every inch of my skin, making me shudder and moan. But soon, his touches became more powerful, the slaps more intense, and my cries more desperate.

I was his, completely. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and I would willingly submit.

He took my hand, leading me to the other side of the room, where he had set up a few BDSM toys.

Mr. Reynolds strapped me into a wooden X, spreading me even wider than before. He then took out a flogger, slowly running it over my back, making me shiver.

The pain and pleasure were intertwined, and I could feel myself getting lost in the sensations.

He switched to a riding crop, hitting me harder, making me scream. But the pain soon turned into euphoria, and I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs.

“Please,” I begged him, my body aching for release.

But Mr. Reynolds wasn’t finished with me yet. He took out a vibrator, teasing me by running it over my clit, but never quite giving me the release I craved.

He made me beg, cry, and scream until I was almost at my breaking point.

“Please,” I begged him once again, feeling like I was about to go insane.

And that’s when he gave me what I wanted. He pushed the vibrator deep inside me, making me cum harder than I ever had before.

As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I could feel Mr. Reynolds stroke my hair, making me feel protected and cared for.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and I knew then that I was his forever.

From that day forward, I was no longer just an employee but his submissive. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
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