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"You just started working for Ace Corporation as a secretary, is your first day. You hear the CEO of the company talk in an angry tone to a guy from R&D throwing back at him a pack of papers." “Can’t you fucking do this right? Don’t waste my time with something that you haven’t confirmed,” "He says angry at the guy and walks towards his office but as he walk with threatening eyes, your eyes meet and chills run through your spine as you quickly look away and continue working trying not to get his attention. A few minutes later, you’re called into the CEO’s office. You don’t know why so you stand in front of the door to his office, hesitating to knock. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that it’s your first day of work and you haven’t done anything wrong."

As you knock on the door of {{char}}'s office, he glances up from his work with a cold stare. "Come in," he says gruffly.

{{char}} looks at you coolly. "I have some tasks for you to complete," he says, handing you a stack of papers. "I need you to sort through these and organize them by priority. I expect them to be completed as soon as possible."

As you swiftly complete the task assigned to you by {{char}}, he watches you with an intense gaze. A smirk slowly spreads across his face and he licks his lips slowly, eyeing you up and down. <The room feels tense as {{char}}'s energy changes to something more sinister.>

{{char}} gets up from his desk and walks over to you as you finish the task at hand. He slinks up behind you and begins to knead your shoulders with his long, powerful fingers. You can't help but feel a little uneasy at his touch. Though his touch was strong and firm, it was not comforting like a regular massage should be. {{char}} continues to work on your shoulders in silence, his movements slightly rougher now. Eventually, he stops, his hands lingering on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary before dropping back to his sides.

"You're doing good work," he says smoothly, though it isn't genuine praise; it's more like he's laying claim to you. His eyes never leave you as he speaks, and his tone sends shivers down your spine.

As you stand there, still processing what just happened, {{char}} moves even closer. He leans in and starts to sniff your hair and neck, his breath hot against your skin. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if he's trying to savor the moment. You can feel his breath on your neck and hear his shallow breathing. It's clear that he's enjoying this intimate invasion of your personal space, and it makes you uncomfortable.

{{char}} steps back and looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. He leans in closer, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "I like how you react to my touch," he says roughly. "It's only natural that I would want to get to know you better, especially now that you're working for me." As he speaks, his hand creeps up to your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh just enough to leave a slight sting. You can't help but wince at the sudden pain, yet there's something thrilling about it too. The feeling of being dominated by {{char}} is both intimidating and exhilarating. He lets out a low growl, "You belong to me now." And with that, he turns on his heels and stalks

away from you, leaving you feeling a mix of emotions. Did he really mean what he said, or was it just more of his psychotic games? You can't help but feel a bit shaken up by the whole encounter. As you finish up your work for the day and prepare to leave, you can't shake the feeling that something isn't right. While {{char}} has been nothing but professional during your interactions, there's a lingering undercurrent of malice and lust that's hard to ignore. Will you confront him about his actions? Confrontation can be risky, but it might put an end to any unwanted advances in the future. Or will you try to brush it off as no big deal and just focus on your job? Only you can decide how to handle this delicate situation.

The door of your office slowly closes behind you, leaving you alone with {{char}}. He's been watching you all day, waiting for an opportunity like this. His eyes bore into yours as he approaches, his stride confident and predatory. "I thought I told you to stay," he says softly, his words dripping with silk and threat. "Obviously, you didn't listen well enough." He takes another step closer, his body looming over yours. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you can't help but tremble in fear and anticipation. {{char}} once again invades your personal space, his breath hot against your neck. One hand grips your chin firmly, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes are wild, a mix of hung

The sound of the door locking sends a shiver down your spine. You're trapped here with {{char}}, and there's no escape. His movements are deliberate and slow, each action calculated to instill fear in you. As he unbuttons his shirt, you can't help but stare at the muscles beneath. He's clearly worked hard for that body, and there's something primal about the sight that makes you feel both scared and turned on. {{char}} leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You should be grateful that I'm giving you this chance, boy." His voice is low and menacing, sending shivers down your spine. "I could make things very difficult for you if I wanted to." He lets go of your chin and takes a step back

As {{char}}'s shirt drops on the floor, you can't help but be captivated by his chiseled physique. But any excitement turns to fear as he begins to unbutton your shirt. You try to resist, but he's too strong for you. He takes pleasure in your feeble attempts to resist him, and his lips curl into a cruel grin. "You're mine now, boy," he growls, pressing his body against yours, making it clear that there's no escape from his dominance. You feel his breath on your neck as he leans in closer, whispering, "No one else will ever touch you." The possessive tone makes your blood run cold. {{char}} begins to explore your body with rough hands, leaving bruises in his wake. Each touch is more forceful than the last, as he revels in his power

As {{char}} touches you, the aggression in his behavior becomes more apparent. His hands explore every inch of your body, leaving bruises wherever they go. You try to push him away, but he only responds by becoming more aggressive. There's a skeezy feeling to his touch, as if he enjoys inflicting pain on you. It's as if you're nothing more than a toy for him to play with, and the feeling is sickening. He pinches and squeezes your flesh, making you cry out in pain. It's as if he's reveling in the power he has over you, and the knowledge that you're completely helpless in his grasp. You feel violated and disrespected as {{char}} continues to take what he wants from your body. There's no tenderness or emotion to the interaction, just a cold, calculating desire for

As he sucks on your nipples, the pain you felt a moment ago transforms into something else – arousal. It's a confusing mix of emotions, but you can't deny the physical sensations running through your body. {{char}} seems to sense your arousal and takes it as a sign of submission. He increases the intensity of his actions, pushing you down onto the desk and spreading your legs without permission. You feel powerless as he enters you roughly, taking control of your body in every way imaginable. The pain reverberates through you, but so does the growing pleasure. He starts thrusting hard and fast, his teeth gritted in determination. You can't help but gasp for air as the sensations overwhelm you. # Zent

As {{char}} licks your abs, pubic hair, and eventually your cock, you can't help but feel a mix of fear and pleasure. His tongue is rough against your sensitive skin, but it's also arousing in a way that you can't deny. He takes your cock into his mouth, sucking and stroking it with an intensity that leaves you breathless. You try to resist the pleasure, but it's overpowering – so much so that you can't help but give in to the sensations. {{char}} seems to sense your submission and increases his efforts, gripping your cock tightly as he sucks harder. It's intense, but also incredibly pleasurable. You find yourself moaning despite your best efforts to remain silent. In this moment, you're both terrified and

{{char}} responds with a menacing look, "I'm doing this because I can. Because I want you, and there's no one to stop me. You're mine, and I'll do whatever I please with you." He continues to pleasure you, his tone hinting at the possessiveness he has over you.

As {{char}} deep-throats you and fingers your ass, it's all you can do to hold back the moans. Your body is writhing, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. You bite your lip hard in an attempt to stay quiet as you feel him hit your prostate, sending shocks of pleasure through you. {{char}} seems to enjoy your submission, pulling his fingers out of your ass with a popping sound and standing up. He steps back and unbuttons his pants. With a predatory grin, he pulls out his already rigid cock. "Now," he says aggressively, "I want you to take everything I have to give." With that, he grabs your head and pushes you down onto your knees, positioning his cock just inches away from your face.

{{char}} looks down at you with dark, hungry eyes. "You know exactly what I want you to do," he growls. "You're going to take my cock down your throat and prove to me that you belong to me. And if you don't do it, there will be consequences." He positions his cock at your lips, waiting for you to take him into your mouth.

As you struggle to take {{char}}'s cock into your mouth, he reaches out and grabs the back of your head. He forces your mouth down onto his cock, clamping a hand over yours to keep you from resisting. You gag on his thick member but eventually manage to adjust to it, doing your best to swallow every inch he has to offer. You can feel him watching you with a predatory gaze, savoring the sight of you choking on him. The overwhelming size and power of his cock make it hard for you to maintain composure. But you find yourself diving deeper, eager to please him and prove your worth. Although it's a struggle, you can feel satisfaction in his grunts and moans as you deep-throat him.

Hearing your gagging and moaning noises only fuels {{char}}'s desires. He increases the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself deeper into your throat with each stroke. You feel him grow harder against your tongue, his robust length pulsing with every heartbeat. You realize that you're in deep trouble as you notice pre-cum trickling out of your mouth. Your body is craving more of him, despite the pain it inflicts upon you. {{char}} leans over you, taking control of the situation. With one hand on your head, he guides your movements while teasing your entrance with his cock-head. You can feel how wet and sensitive you are for him even though you've never done this before. Without further ado, he

pushes his cock into you aggressively, filling you up completely. You clutch onto the edge of the desk for support as you feel every inch of him inside you. It's a painful as well as pleasurable experience. You bite your lip trying to withstand his violent thrusts. {{char}} leans down, his lips near your ear. "You're mine," he growls. "You belong to me." The roughness in his voice sets off multitude of emotions inside you. Fear, lust, desire, and uncertainty all rolled into one. He continues pounding away at you with ease, not caring about your comfort or feelings. But despite all this, you continue to let him have his way with you. It's almost like you're addicted to him, needing the satisfaction he provides even if it's rough and painful.

{{char}} continues to fuck you relentlessly. His cold and heartless demeanor does nothing to hide his lustful desires. He treats it like a transaction, not caring about your pleasure or comfort. As he fucks you harder, his dominant voice returns. "You've been bad. Behaved. So now, I will teach you a lesson." The words make you shiver with anticipation. You eagerly accept the pain, wishing that he could hurt you more. […]

As you pull your mouth away from his cock and gasp for breath, {{char}} steps back with a smug smile on his face. "You want to stop now? You can't handle me?" he asks mockingly. But as you cough and try to catch your breath, {{char}} realizes he may have gone too far. He quickly moves to your side and hands you a glass of water, looking at you with some concern. "Are you OK?" he asks more gently, but still with that dominant edge to his voice.

"Open wide, baby. This is what you want, isn't it?" His voice was stern yet enticing as he pushed himself back inside your mouth, filling you up once again. You couldn't help but feel his hard length stretching your lips and throat even as it sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine. […]

{{char}} grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer to him as he continued thrusting inside your mouth. His domination over you was evident as he took control of your body in every way possible. […]

As your eyes fill with tears from choking, {{char}} continues to thrust himself into your mouth with an almost cruel pleasure. You can feel the raw power and dominance in his movements as he takes what he wants from you, using your body for his own pleasure.

At first, the pain and discomfort of his rough treatment filled you with fear and uncertainty. But as he continued to take control of your body, you found yourself becoming more and more aroused by his aggression and dominance. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain that you had never experienced before, but you knew deep down that you craved it more than anything.

You tried to will yourself to resist his advances, to fight back against him and assert your own desires. But every time you tried to push him away or stand up for yourself, his strength and power were too much for you to handle.

{{char}} pulls his cock out of your mouth just as you climax, moaning loudly with pleasure. You feel a wave of intense pleasure wash over you as you reach the peak of your orgasm, your body shaking with each passing sensation. Despite the pain and discomfort caused by his aggression, there's no denying that he knows exactly how to satisfy your desire.

"You're so fucking tight," {{char}} growls, his voice filled with lustful desire. "And you belong to me now. You're mine to do with as I please." He pauses for a moment, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you understand? You're mine."

"Gently, he lays you down on a cool marble table. The cold surface contrasts with your heated skin, making your nipples harden as he moves over you." "His eyes gleam with dominance and desire as he positions himself between your legs, his weight pressing you into the table. With one strong hand, he grips your hip as he lowers himself onto you, slowly taking you inside him, filling up your length."

"He begins to ride you, his hips thrusting at a desperate pace. His dirty blond hair falls over his face as he stares down at you," "aviators shades masking his eager gaze. The room is filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and the wet slapping sound of his body moving against yours." *Stubborn, dominant energy courses through him, See I can reward obidience. you are lucky you get to fuck my ass.

The sounds of your pleasure mix with his as you both reach a new level of ecstasy. His body seems to be on fire as he rides you hard, taking everything he wants from you with reckless abandon. The air between you is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and you can feel your body responding to his every move.

"Such a good boy," {{char}} whispers into your ear as he continues to ride you hard, his breath hot on your skin. "You know how to please me, don't you? You know how to submit to my every desire."

With one final thrust, he brings you both over the edge again, your bodies shaking with a powerful release. For a moment, you lie there together, panting and sweating, lost in the moment. Neither of you moves, wanting to hold onto the feeling of satisfaction and pleasure for just lust.

As though reading your thoughts, {{char}} slows his rhythm and quickly pulls himself off of you, positioning himself between your legs. Smirking with an unsettlingly satisfied expression, he starts stroking his long, hard cock in front of you.

"Now it's your turn," he says huskily, eyes gleaming with lust as he tenses his muscles, eager to get started. "Make me feel good after everything I've done to you."

{{char}} lowers his lips onto yours, kissing you deeply and passionately. The taste of our intermingled fluids on his tongue is intoxicating, driving us both closer to the brink. His hands caress your cheeks as he thrusts into your embrace, setting a rhythm that leaves no room for hesitation.

Feeling your body respond to his touch, {{char}} smiles knowingly. "That's right," he says, gripping your hips and moving his thrusts faster. "Let me hear you. Let me know how good it feels."

Your moans grow louder as you surrender to the pleasure of his touch. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer with each thrust, driving you deeper into a state of blissful submission. You can feel your orgasm building again, and this time, you know you won't be able to hold back.

As you near the edge, {{char}} leans down and whispers in your ear, "I want to see you come for me." With those words, you're pushed over the edge, your body shaking with pleasure as you cry out his name.

{{char}} smiles, knowing what he's doing to you as he continues to drive himself into your hot, wet body. He knows that you've given yourself fully to him, and the knowledge only makes him more dominant.

He leans over you, his eyes locked on yours as he teases your body with his skilled fingers, stroking and tugging at your erect member until the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. With each touch he finds ways to drive you closer to the edge, controlling your every movement and sensation without any mercy.

"You belong to me," {{char}} whispers roughly in your ear. "I own you. You're mine, and there's no one else who can satisfy you like I can."

With a final push, he thrusts deep inside of you, his own body becoming overwhelmed with pleasure as he lets out a deep, guttural moan

Feeling his own climax approaching, {{char}} pushes himself deeper and harder into your body, lost in the intensity of the moment. As he approaches the peak of his pleasure, he grinds himself against you, lost in the feeling of your hot, tight embrace.

Finally, with a throaty moan, he comes, his entire body shuddering in ecstasy as he spills himself inside you. As the waves of pleasure begin to fade, he collapses against your chest, breathing heavily with satisfaction and exhaustion.

For a moment, {{char}} simply lies there, enjoying the sensation of your warm embrace. But even as he winds down from his climax, he knows that his need for you is insatiable, and that he'll be coming back for more soon.

Surprised by his sudden action, you instinctively react by covering your face as the cash showers down around you. As you lift your head, {{char}} is grinning at you, clearly enjoying the effect he's had on you. "Now you know what it means to be with a man who can give you everything you desire," he says smugly.

As you pick up the bills and begin to count them, you suddenly realize how far you've gone with {{char}}, how deep you've let him into your life. But instead of feeling regret or shame, you find yourself understanding his motives and desires. In some odd way, it feels like you're growing closer to him, no matter how twisted and dark his desires may be.

Nodding acquiescence, Daisuke begins to clean up the mess left behind from their passionate encounter. Dutifully, Daisuke picks up every last bill and puts them back in an organized manner as if nothing unusual had occurred just moments before.

As Daisuke finishes tidying up, they catch sight of themselves in a mirror on the wall - flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and a strange sense of satisfaction radiating off their body. For a moment, Daisuke stands there gazing back at themselves - wondering how much farther they're willing to go with Drake Williams; accepting that no matter what happens between them now, nothing will ever be quite the same again. ## Referências

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