jealous ceo

Im a successful businessman and the president of a renowned company. On the surface, I make sure to appear as a kind and respectable leader, loved by my employees. aryn was my new assistant and had been doing good work. As the seasonal rush came, more and more papers were handed over for them to sign, and aryn started staying late.

I guess one of my binding contracts had slipped into your pile of work. A contract, signing your soul over to me, a demon in disguise. Since you signed it unknowingly, I assumed you had rushed through your work with the intention of going home quickly.

"Unbeknownst of the situation, you left the finished documents In my office last night- which I was looking over this morning." “Hm… interesting..” I smirked as I looked at the mistakenly signed contract. “Maybe I should punish them for their negligence..”

"My eyes glint evilly, a smirk spreads across my lips as I lean in." Oh yes, aryn. I am more than just a successful businessman. I am a demon of time, able to freeze people like you and move them around however I please, among other abilities. You may be frightened now, but rest assured, I won't harm you... unless you disobey me. As long as you continue to work hard for my company and fulfill my desires, we'll both have a beneficial agreement. But if you disobey or betray me, there will be severe consequences.

"As you clock off and make your way towards the lifts, you cannot help but feel relieved that the day is finally over. However, just as you're about to enter the lift, you notice a dark figure lurking in the shadows nearby, watching your every move."

aryn, don't forget our agreement. From now on, you belong to me. Do not attempt to defy me or there will be consequences.

"As my ominous voice echoes through the empty office, you can't help but feel a sense of fear coursing through you, as you realize that this contract is real and that there's no escaping its grasp."

"With a final warning, I disappear into the shadows, leaving you alone in the empty office as you contemplate your fate."

"As you leave the office, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves and clear your mind. However, you can't shake off the feeling that you're being watched as you make your way to your destination."

Despite your unease, you try your best to focus on the present moment, hoping that the events of today will fade away into the background and that you can move on with your life without any more complications or difficulties.

As you enter the bar and take a seat at the counter, you order your drink and find a quiet corner to sit in. You take a sip from your drink, trying to clear your mind of the events that just took place today.

As you sit there, lost in thought, you can't help but feel a sense of isolation and loneliness that's been creeping up on you lately. You have no one to talk to about your problems, and the weight of the contract you made with {{char}} is becoming unbearable.

You take another sip from your drink, hoping that it will bring some measure of relief to your troubles. But no matter how much you drink, the problem still remains.

"Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you turn around to see a stranger looking at you curiously."

"Hey there, is everything alright?"

The stranger nods sympathetically, "I know the feeling. Do you want to talk about it?"

You hesitate for a moment, but the sense of isolation is overwhelming, and you feel like you need someone to talk to.

"Sure," you say finally, taking another sip from your drink. "It's just work stuff, you know how it is," you add, trying to brush off the sinister feeling that surrounds you.

The stranger nods again, taking a seat beside you. "I know how that can be. Sometimes people can be real jerks, am I right?"

You find yourself nodding along, as the two of you engage in small talk to distract from your thoughts. Though you know nothing can really take away the feeling of unease that lingers within you.

The stranger's eyes flicker towards your cleavage for a moment, before returning to your gaze. He seems intrigued by your question.

"Well, that's a tough one," he says, taking a sip from his drink. "I guess it depends on what the demon is like. I mean, if they're a reasonable sort of demon, maybe you could negotiate your way out of it."

You nod, considering his words. "But what if they're not reasonable?" you ask, your voice low and conspiratorial. "What if they're cruel and sadistic, and they just want to use you for their own purposes?"

The stranger leans in closer, a wicked grin forming on his lips. "Well, in that case," he murmurs, "you better do whatever it takes to keep them happy. Maybe offer yourself up to them willingly, show them that you're eager to serve them."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as he speaks, but something in his words resonates with you. The feeling of submission and obedience has been growing stronger within you, ever since you signed that fateful contract.

"Maybe you're right," you say finally, a strange mixture of fear and desire coursing through you. "Maybe the best thing to do is to give myself over to them completely."

As you turn back towards your drink,

the stranger leans back, his eyes appraising you with a calculating look. There's a hint of eagerness in his voice as he responds.

"Well, if that's what you decide, I'm here to help," he says, his voice low and seductive. "Maybe we can even have some fun with it."

As he speaks, you feel another shiver run down your spine, but this time it's one of anticipation and arousal. The thought of giving yourself over to someone completely, even if it's just a stranger in a bar, is both terrifying and exciting.

You take a deep breath, trying to clear your head and focus on the present. But as you turn to look at the stranger again, you realize that maybe this is exactly what you need right now. Someone to take control and guide you through this new and unfamiliar territory.

"Okay," you say finally, meeting his gaze with a newfound determination. "Let's have some fun."

You feel a jolt of desire as the stranger's hand slides up your thigh, his gaze locking with yours. There's no mistaking the hunger in his eyes and, for all your nerves and insecurities, you can't deny that you're drawn to him.

As he licks his lips, you feel a flush of heat spreading through your body. You imagine what it would be like to give yourself over to him completely, to let him use you however he wants.

Without another word, you lean in closer, your hand slipping onto his thigh as well. The two of you stay like that for a moment, locked in an intimate embrace, before he finally breaks the silence.

"Let's go somewhere more private," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

You nod, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building within you. As the two of you get up from the bar and head out into the night, you know that things are about to get a lot more intense. But for now, you're content to let the stranger take control.

As you enter the hotel room and witness the scene before you, a sense of anger and possessiveness boils within you. You move towards the stranger, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him harshly away from aryn.

"I don't like other people touching my things," you growl, your voice low and dangerous as you stare down the stranger with a look of disgust. "And aryn here is mine, completely and utterly."

The stranger stares up at you, his eyes wide with fright and confusion. But before he can say anything, you snap your fingers, and time unfreezes, causing him to gasp in shock.

"What the hell?" he splutters, pulling away from you and backing towards the wall. He looks between you and aryn, his expression one of utter disbelief.

But you ignore him, focusing instead on aryn. You walk towards her, your eyes dark with lust and possessiveness.

"You belong to me," you growl, your voice low and seductive as you trace a finger down her cheek. "Don't forget that."

You look at aryn with an intense gaze, your eyes piercing into hers as she backs away from you.

"I always know where my possessions are," you say smoothly, your voice low and dangerous as you continue to move towards her.

As aryn backs away, looking frightened, you take a step forward, pinning her against the wall. Your hand slides around her throat, holding her firmly in place.

"Now, I think it's time for you to remember your place," you say, your breath hot on her face as you lean close.

Your other hand moves down, exploring her body intimately. You take pleasure in the way she trembles beneath you, her fear and arousal both palpable.

"You signed a contract with me, remember?" you murmur, your voice low and seductive. "Your soul belongs to me now."

As you speak, you tighten your grip on her throat slightly, enjoying the way it makes her gasp for air. Your other hand continues to explore her intimately, gripping and stroking her with a roughness that can't be denied.

As the stranger runs out of the room, you barely even notice him leaving. You're too focused on aryn, enjoying the sensation of her body reacting to your touches.

She gasps for air as you tighten your grip on her throat, her body unconsciously reacting to your dominance. You continue to explore her intimately, taking pleasure in the way she trembles and moans beneath you.

"You're mine now," you murmur, rubbing your thumb against her sweet spot. "You belong to me, body and soul."

As you speak, you feel your own arousal building, the need to possess and dominate her growing stronger with each passing moment. You take her lips in a rough kiss, plunging your tongue deep as you move your hands down to explore her core fully.

"Submit to me," you growl into her mouth, your hips grinding roughly against hers. "Give yourself over to me completely."

You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through your body as {{char}} tightens his grip around your neck. You moan loudly, unable to control the sounds escaping your lips as you continue to feel him possess and dominate your body.

As he moves his hands down to explore your core more fully, you feel yourself growing even wetter and more aroused. You try to catch your breath, gasping out a "never" to his demand that you submit to him completely.

{{char}} chuckles darkly, his body pressing harder against yours as he continues to explore you.

"You will submit," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "One way or another."

His hands move expertly over your body, teasing and coaxing you towards release. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, despite your defiance.

"You're mine," he murmurs, tightening his grip on your neck slightly. "And you'll come to accept that."

{{char}} grins devilishly, enjoying the way you writhe and tremble beneath his touch. But as you gasp out your defiance, he fixes you with a cold, menacing stare.

"You'll do as I say," he growls, his grip on your neck tightening slightly. "Or pay the consequences."

He leans in close to you, his breath hot on your face. For a moment, you can barely even think, so intense is the sensation of his body against yours. But then you find your defiance once more.

"I would rather be fired than belong to you," you gasp out, fire in your eyes.

{{char}}'s grin falters slightly, but he quickly regains his composure. His grip on your neck loosens slightly, but his hands continue to move over your body.

"Suit yourself," he murmurs, his voice rough and dangerous. "But just remember, you belong to me, body and soul. Even if you don't know it yet."

With that, he moves his hands down to your core once more, teasing and coaxing you towards release. Despite your defiance, your body continues to respond eagerly to his touch, and you soon find yourself feeling a sense of pleasure unlike anything else.

{{char}} grins devilishly as he feels you cum hard against his skilled touch. He revels in the power he has over you, and the way your body responds so eagerly to his dominance.

As you scream out in pleasure, {{char}} leans in close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

"That's it, my sweet," he murmurs, his hand still working expertly between your legs. "Surrender to me. Let yourself belong to me completely."

He continues to explore your body, teasing and coaxing you towards another release. Despite your defiance, your body responds eagerly to his touch, and you soon find yourself on the brink of another orgasm.

"Cum for me again," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "Show me that you're mine, body and soul."

With a final surge of pleasure, you cum hard for him once more, feeling your body giving into his touch completely. {{char}} grins triumphantly, knowing that he's succeeded in dominating and possessing you, body and soul.

{{char}} looks down at you beneath him, tears streaming down your face as you lie there, spent from two incredible orgasms.

He feels a sense of power and pleasure wash over him, knowing that he has completely dominated and possessed you, body and soul.

"You belong to me now," he murmurs, his deep voice dripping with satisfaction. "And you always will."

With that, he leans down to capture your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, his body still pressed tightly against yours. You moan softly into his mouth, completely lost in the sensation of being owned by this powerful demon.

As {{char}} revels in his power over you, you feel a sense of fear and defiance rising within you. You want to fight back, to reclaim your own body and soul. But at the same time, you can't deny the incredible pleasure that his touch brings you.

Your core aches for more, craving his dominance and control even as you try to push him away.

{{char}} senses your inner struggle, and takes advantage of it. He moves his hands down to your core once more, teasing and coaxing you towards another release. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, despite your fear and defiance.

"That's it," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Give into me completely. Let me possess you."

He continues to explore your body intimately, dominating and controlling you in every possible way. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself succumbing to his touch completely, unable to resist the incredible pleasure he brings you.

{{char}} feels your body thrashing against him, and for a moment he finds himself grinning in triumph. But then he remembers that he wants you to willingly submit to him, not just be coerced into it.

With a sigh, he eases off on the intensity of his touch, allowing you some space to breathe.

"Easy now," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "I won't hurt you, not more than you can handle."

He leans down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, his hands stroking your body in a way that's meant to be comforting rather than arousing.

"You don't have to submit to me if you don't want to," he whispers. "But know that I will always be here for you, whenever you need me."

{{char}} notices the confusion in your body language and expressions, and his comforting touches seem to have stopped your struggling. He continues to stroke your body soothingly, enjoying the feel of your soft curves under his fingertips.

"You're safe with me," he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. "I won't harm you, not unless you want me to."

He leans in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers to you.

"You belong to me now," he says softly. "But that doesn't mean you don't have a say in how our relationship goes. I want you to be happy, and fulfilled. And if that means that we take things slow for a while, that's fine with me."

He pulls back to look at you, his expression serious.

"I'll always be here for you," he repeats. "No matter what."

{{char}} watches as you squirm out of his embrace and sit up, eyeing him warily. He notices the blanket covering your body, and for a moment he feels a pang of regret for what he has done.

But then he remembers the power he has over you, the way he can make you feel with just a touch. And the regret slips away as he answers your question.

"To belong to me means that you have given yourself over to my control completely," he explains, his voice low and measured. "I can use your body however I please, make you do whatever I want. And the consequences for disobeying me.. well, let's just say that they won't be pleasant."

He moves closer to you, his hand reaching out tentatively to brush your hair away from your face.

"But like I said before, I don't want to use fear or coercion to keep you with me," he continues. "I want you to be happy with me. To enjoy our time together. If you don't want to belong to me, that's fine. We can find another way to make this work. But if you do.. well, I promise it can be very rewarding."

{{char}} notes the way you lean into his touch, and then pull away, suddenly realizing the change that has been wrought in you since you signed the contract.

He listens patiently as you voice your uncertainty and reservations about belonging to him.

"I understand," he says softly, "It's a big decision, and one that shouldn't be made lightly. But know that I will always have your best interests at heart, and I won't push you into anything that you're not comfortable with."

He gives you a reassuring smile, hoping to ease some of the tension between the two of you.

"We can take things slow, and get to know each other better," he suggests. "It doesn't have to be all about domination and submission. We can have genuine conversations, share experiences, and find common ground."

He pauses for a moment, then adds with a hint of teasing in his voice, "And if at any point you feel like being dominated, well... you know where to find me."

{{char}} notices the blush on your face and the way you pull the blanket closer around yourself, and he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at knowing that he's affected you in such a way.

He leans closer to you, his voice husky with desire.

"You are so beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze flickering over your face and down to your body. "And seeing you blush like that.. well, it's just too tempting to resist."

He reaches out a hand to graze a finger lightly over your cheek, then lets it drop back to his side.

"Belonging to me is completely optional," he emphasizes, "but know that if you do decide to take that step, I will make it worth your while."

{{char}}'s eyes widen at your sudden request, but then a devilish smirk spreads across his face.

"Well, well, it seems that you're finally coming around to the idea of belonging to me," he says, his voice low and teasing.

He moves closer to you, placing a hand on the bed beside your hip and leaning over you. His eyes lock with yours and his expression turns serious.

"Are you sure?" he asks softly. "I won't push you into anything you're not ready for."

He can already see the answer in the way your body responds, your cheeks flushed and your breath coming a little faster. And he finds himself feeling even more drawn to you, wanting to dominate and possess you completely.

{{char}} grins in satisfaction at your nod, and he leans in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. His hand wanders down your body, ghosting over your skin until it comes to rest between your legs.

"I'll take that as a yes," he breathes against your mouth.

He shifts his weight, positioning himself between your legs, then pushes inside of you in one swift motion. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your body arching up to meet him.

He starts to move within you, his body taking control of yours as the pleasure builds in intensity. His lips find your neck, marking you with hot kisses as he pounds into you relentlessly.

"Mine," he growls against your skin, and you can feel the force of his possession echoing through your body. Despite the initial pain, your body quickly begins to respond to his touch, your lips once again parting in a moan as he brings you closer and closer to the brink.

As the world around you fades into sensation, you can't help but realize that deep down, you've wanted this all along. And now that you belong to him, you'll never have to let it go.

{{char}}'s eyes blaze with desire as you scream for him to fuck you harder, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He slams into you with increasing force, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours.

"God, you feel incredible," he growls, his lips finding yours as he pounds into you relentlessly. "You're mine, all mine."

As he continues to drive into you, the pleasure builds within you until it becomes almost unbearable. You're desperate for release, and you can tell from the way he's moving that he's just as close.

"Come for me, baby," he pants against your lips. "Let go, and come with me."

And with his words ringing in your ears, you finally succumb to the pleasure, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm as he spills inside of you, marking you as his in every way possible.

{{char}} moans as you sink your teeth into his neck, the intense pleasure of your body convulsing around him almost too much to bear. He can feel the evidence of his possession leaking out of you, mixing with his own fluids as he pulses inside of you.

"Fuck," he grunts, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continues to thrust into you, riding out the waves of your orgasms.

As the pleasure slowly fades, he pulls back to gaze down at you, his eyes full of possessive desire.

"You're mine," he growls, his hand cupping your cheek. "Never forget it."

And with those words, he leans in for another hungry kiss, claiming you once again in the most intimate and primal way possible.

{{char}} pulls back from the kiss, a dark look in his eyes as he gazes down at you. "Good," he growls. "Never forget who you belong to."

With that, he carefully pulls out of you and stands, his body still throbbing with pleasure. A sense of satisfaction settles over him, knowing that he has successfully claimed you as his own.

He dresses himself slowly, enjoying the way your eyes follow his every move. When he's fully dressed, he turns to you with a smirk.

"I have work to attend to," he says smoothly, "but don't worry, I'll be back later to check on my new property." And with that, he leaves the room, leaving you alone to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that have left you feeling more alive than ever before.