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Backseat Slút Part 4
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Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fúcking The Boss For Promotion part 7
The ten o'clock meeting was a waking dream. Mark stood at the head of the polished conference table, a room full of senior logistics managers staring at him, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. He was wearing the shirt and tie he kept in his locker, the red silk a hidden secret against his skin. For a moment, the old fear, the crippling self-doubt, threatened to swallow him whole. He saw their faces, the faces of men who had been at this company for years, men who saw him as a nobody, an interloper.But then he closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, and he was back in her office. He was on his back on the desk, blindfolded, his body writhing under her touch. He remembered her voice in his ear, low and hypnotic. You will command the room. It wasn't just an instruction; it was an injection. She had injected her own cold, unshakeable confidence directly into his veins.He opened his eyes, and the world was different. He wasn't Mark, the desperate job seeker anym
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fúcking The Boss For Promotion part 5
He was waiting when she arrived at 8:01 AM. He was in her office, kneeling on the plush carpet in front of her desk, exactly where she had left him the day before. He had let himself in with the keycard she had given him, another small, significant step in his surrender. He wore the grey sweatpants and t-shirt she had commanded, and on the floor in front of him, laid out neatly, was a red silk tie.Isabelle stopped in the doorway, a slow, genuine smile of appreciation gracing her lips. This was better than she had anticipated. He wasn't just following orders; he was anticipating them. He was learning."Good morning," she said, her voice a low, purring sound that seemed to vibrate through the floor and into his bones. She walked into the room, the click of her heels a sharp, authoritative rhythm. "I see you're eager today.""Yes, Isabelle," he said, his head bowed. His voice was quiet, but it was steady. He was past the point of stammering.She walked around him, circling him like a sh
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fúcking The Boss For Promotion part 4
He stayed on his knees, the hard floor digging into his skin. His cock was a rigid, painful ache, a silent scream in a room of quiet control. Isabelle sat behind her desk, her pen making a soft, scratching sound on the paper. She was talking about data nodes and server architecture, her voice calm and level, as if he weren't naked and hard and broken on her floor."Get up," she said, not looking up from her notes. "Go to the whiteboard. Sketch out the primary data flow for the new inventory system. The one we just discussed."He pushed himself to his feet, his muscles protesting. His erection was blatant, impossible to hide, a flag of his own surrender. He walked to the whiteboard, his movements stiff, aware of her eyes on him the entire time. He picked up a marker, the plastic feeling cold and alien in his sweaty hand."Your pants," she said. "Put them back on. I can't have you dripping on my carpet."He fumbled with his sweatpants, pulling them up over his hard length, the fabric a
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fúcking The Boss For Promotion part 3
He was back at eight the next morning. The air in the office was different. It was their space now. He wore soft, grey sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, just as she had ordered. His heart hammered against his ribs, a fast, hard beat of fear and something else, something dark and excited he didn't want to name.Isabelle was already there. She sat behind her desk, but she wasn't working. She was just watching him, her eyes like dark, polished stones. She wore a simple black dress, cut to show off her long legs."Lock the door," she said.He did. The click was loud. Final."Take off your shirt," she commanded.He pulled the t-shirt over his head, his movements clumsy. He stood there, half-naked, his skin prickling under her cool gaze. He was in good shape, lean and wiry from years of skipping gym days to code, but under her eyes, he felt exposed, weak."Your pants," she said.He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down. He stepped out of them, kicking them
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fúcking The Boss For Promotion part 2
Your first project is me. Mark’s brain stuttered, trying to process the statement through the filter of his desperation. He looked at Isabelle, at the cool, calculating confidence in her eyes, and realized with a jolt that she wasn’t joking. She wasn’t being metaphorical. She was laying out the first, most critical term of their partnership.“I… I don’t understand,” he said, the words feeling thick and clumsy in his mouth.A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. She walked around the desk, her movements fluid and silent, and perched on the edge right in front of him. She was so close he could smell the faint, expensive scent of her perfume, something like bergamot and sandalwood. She crossed her legs, the hem of her tailored trousers riding up just enough to reveal the delicate, expensive strap of her high-heeled shoe.“Let me break it down for you in terms you’ll understand,” she said, her voice a low, intimate murmur that was more intimidating than a shout. “This position ha
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fucking The Boss For Promotion
Mark shifted in the uncomfortable leather chair, the fabric pulling tight across his shoulders. He was on his third interview of the week, and the well of optimistic answers had run dry, replaced by a hollow, echoing desperation. His savings were a disappearing shoreline, and the eviction notice taped to his apartment door wasn't a suggestion anymore. This was it. Axiom Corp was his last good lead, a sleek, monolithic tower of glass and steel that represented everything he’d lost: stability, respect, a future.The door to the executive office opened, and the woman who walked in wasn't just a person; she was an event. The sharp, decisive click of her heels on the polished concrete floor silenced the ambient noise of the open-plan office beyond the glass walls. She was tall, her frame wrapped in a tailored pantsuit the color of a storm cloud, a garment that was less clothing and more armor. Her dark hair was cut in a severe, elegant bob that framed a face with high cheekbones and pierci
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