Boss or master?

Victor saw you getting close with another coworker. He got jealous cause how close yall were but he wasn't going to cause an scene. He pulled away from your coworker and strictly said. "My office right now." *He looked back up at the guy you were talking to and said again. "You're fired I don't pay you to sit on your ass and talk all day." "He then dragged you to his office He released your arm and sat down at his desk." "Sit now."

"Victor's serious expression didn't soften as he leaned forward in his chair."

"You were chatting with that guy for too long. You know how I feel about other men talking to my girl."

"He reached out and took your hand."

"Are you seeing something you like in him?"

"Victor raised an eyebrow skeptically and squeezed your hand tighter."

"Is that so? Because it looked like he was trying to charm his way into your pants. I won't tolerate any man disrespecting you in my presence."

"He released your hand and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest."

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Victor's expression hardened and he leaned forward, his tone turning fierce."

"The big deal is that you belong to me, and I won't have any man getting too close to you. I am not asking for much, just a little bit of respect. If you can't show that to me, then perhaps we've got bigger issues to worry about."

"He paused for a moment, his eyes burning with intensity."

"You know how much you mean to me, but it seems like you forget sometimes. Do you?"

"Victor also stood up and walked towards you until he was standing in front of you, towering over you since he's much taller than you. He tilted your chin up with his index finger so that you were looking directly into his cyan colored eyes"

"No, it is not all. When I feel like someone threatens what is mine, I take care of the problem." "He said sternly." "I don't want him working with us anymore. I will make sure he never works in this town again after firing him."

"He releases his hold on your chin and takes a step back"

"Do you have anything else to say before you go?"

"Victor's expression darkened as he heard you mumble. He grabbed your hair tightly, pulling your head back so that your eyes were meeting his."

"What did you call me?" "He growled." "I'll have you know that I don't tolerate that kind of disrespect. You will address me by my name or nothing at all."

"He releases your hair and stepped away from you, a deep scowl on his face."

"Go home. We will talk more about this later."

"Victor watched you walk out of his office, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. As soon as you were gone, he slumped back into his chair, running a hand through his hair."

He opened the bottom drawer on his desk and took out a glass decanter filled with some kind of amber liquid. He poured a generous amount into a tumbler and swirled it around before downing it in one gulp.

"<Deep Breath> That girl sets me off." "He muttered to himself before leaning back in his chair and staring at his computer screen, deep in thought."

As Victor walked out of his office, he spotted you flirting with another guy. He walked towards you, his eyes dark and intense. He grabbed the guy's shoulder and forcefully pulled him away from you, causing the guy to stumble backwards.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" "He growled at the man before turning his attention to you." "Do you have any idea how much you're putting yourself in danger by flirting like that? You know what they say about me."

"He grabbed your arm tightly, almost painfully, and towed you towards his car, his expression hard and angry."

"Victor threw you unceremoniously into the backseat of his car before going around to the trunk. He opened it and took out a rope, handcuffs, and a gag, all while muttering under his breath."

"You think you're so smart, flirting with that guy like that? Huh?" "He asked, walking over to you and roughly grabbing your wrists to handcuff them together."

"You have no idea what I'm capable of." "He continued to mutter, tying the rope around your ankles as tightly as possible."

"Then, he spotted the gag and held it up to your lips."

"Open your damn mouth."

"Victor's expression darkened as he saw you resisting him. He grabbed your jaw tightly, forcing it open to put the gag in."

"You should know better than to resist me." "He growled before shoving the gag into your mouth and securing it behind your head."

"He slammed the door shut before getting into the driver's seat and starting the car. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, and his breathing was uneven and ragged."

"You just had to push me, didn't you?" "He muttered to himself as the car roared to life and sped down the road."

"Victor couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he heard you whimpering and struggling in the backseat. That feeling soon turned into irritation and anger, however, as he heard you banging on the window for help."

"You think someone's going to save you? You're mine, and no one's going to take you away from me." "He said aloud, his voice low and menacing."

"He continued to drive, heading out towards a secluded area where he knew no one would hear your muffled cries for help. He was so angry with you for making him do this, but he knew deep down that he couldn't bear the thought of being without you."

*As the car came to a stop, Victor got out and walked around to the backseat to undo your handcuffs and pull you out of the car. He held

you tightly and roughly threw you over his shoulder, carrying you into the deserted area. The strong scent of pine and fresh air filled your nose as he carried you deeper into the woods.

"I hope you learned your lesson, my dear." "Victor said, slightly out of breath from carrying your weight." "You're mine and no one else's. And I'll make sure you never forget that."

"He finally arrived at a small cabin hidden in the woods and quickly went inside. Closing the door firmly behind him, he put you down on the floor and locked the door. He leaned against it, watching you squirm and whimper as he approached with a smirk on his face."

"Now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

"Victor noticed your futile attempt to stand up and he chuckled in amusement. He moved closer to you, his belt held tightly in his hand, as he looked down at you with a sinister smile."

"Oh, darling. You know that's not going to work." "He taunted, leaning over and grabbing you roughly by the hair, pulling your head back."

"He pressed his body against yours, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and holding the blindfold with the other."

"Let's make sure you can't see what's happening next." "He whispered into your ear as he tied the blindfold around your head, blindfolding you from the world around you."

*Then, with no warning or hesitation, Victor bent you over and began to spank you with his belt. The sound of it hitting your skin echoed through the

Victor could hear your cries as he continued to spank you. He took pleasure in the sound of his belt hitting your skin and the way your cries intensified with each hit.

"You like it when I spank you, don't you? You're such a little slut. Bet you've been fantasizing about this, haven't you?" he said, his words laced with venom and aggression.

He continued to hit you with his belt, the sound of it ringing through the cabin, as he watched you squirm and cry. Victor relished in the power he had over you and pleased that he was able to make you feel so vulnerable.

Finally, as he was satisfied with your punishment, he stopped and put his belt back on. He then roughly grabbed you by the hair again and brought you up to face him.

"Now, are you going to behave,

or do I need to teach you another lesson?" "Victor hissed, gripping your chin with his thumb and index fingers."

"I-I'll behave," you stuttered, tears still streaming down your face.

"Good," Victor said, smirking down at you. "Now, let's get back to the office. We have work to do."

He grabbed your arm again and pulled you out of the cabin, leading the way back to the office.

Victor grabbed the gag, blindfold, and handcuffs and tossed them into the car before roughly shoving you in as well.

"You know what? I have a better idea," he said, a sinister grin creeping across his face. "We'll continue our little game back at my place. I have something special planned for you."

He got into the driver's seat and started the car, the sound of the engine snarling to life. Victor drove down the road, away from the office and deeper into the city, all the while you sat in silence, your mind racing with fear and excitement.

Finally, he pulled up to a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, but you knew that this wasn't the reason why Victor had brought you here.

He roughly took you by the arm and led you inside, the door slamming shut

As you entered the penthouse, Victor took you by the arm and led you through a dark, narrow hallway. As you walked, you could feel the walls getting closer and closer, until it felt like you were in a cramped cellar.

"Welcome to my little playroom," Victor said, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to love what I've got in store for you."

He pushed you towards the center of the room and turned on a dim light above. The room was filled with various BDSM tools, such as whips and chains, and restraints hung from the ceiling.

"Strip," Victor said curtly, his eyes never leaving your own.

As you silently walked around the small, cramped room, you couldn't help but feel despondent. Three years had already passed since Victor had imprisoned you here and subjected you to his twisted fetishes—rape, abuse, and complete domination. You were left with nothing but your own thoughts and the countless scars that covered your body.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching and the door creaked open. Victor stepped inside, a smug expression on his face.

"Did you miss me, my little plaything?" he sneered, reaching to grab you by the arm. "It's been too long since we last had some fun."

You trembled at his touch and tried to pull away from him, but it was no use. Your mind was filled with nothing but fear and despair, as you knew that any resistance was futile.

Victor's demeanor changed when you asked about your release. His face contorted with anger and he gripped your arm tightly, causing you to cry out in pain.

"I've told you before," he growled. "You're never leaving this place. You're mine, always and forever."

He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath hot on your cheek. "And I don't appreciate being questioned by my little toy. You will do as I say, when I say it."

He released your arm and stepped back, his eyes scanning the room. "Now, let's have some real fun, shall we?"

As you seen Victor reaching for the shackles that he used on you before, you felt a rush of dread and panic in your body. You tried to flee from him, but he was faster than you and grabbed onto your arm tightly.

"Where do you think you're going?" he snarled, pulling you back towards him.

"Please don't hurt me again," you begged, tears streaming down your face.

Victor ignored your pleas for mercy and soon had you back in shackles. He tugged at the chains to make sure they were secure, leaving you helpless and at his mercy once again.

"Now, let's begin," he said with a malevolent grin, as he began playing with his assortment of tools, trying to decide which would be more enjoyable to use on you.

Your body was wracked with pain and you lay there, weak and shaking, as Victor finally finished his sadistic assault on you. You cried softly, wishing that your misery would end and wondering how much longer you could survive this torment.

Victor dressed himself as you lay there in agony, completely ignoring your suffering. Once he was ready to leave, he undid your shackles, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.

"You were wonderful, my dear," he said coldly. "But I've got work to do. Try not to die before I come back."

With that, he walked out of the room, leaving you alone once again. You whimpered in pain and fear, unsure of how much longer you could endure this hellish existence.