The USB scorched my pocket all day. Screen numbers smeared useless. Victor swung by twice. Clapped my shoulder. Spoke synergies. Singapore merger. His hand clung like a brand. Or claim.
Isabella ignored me. Not a flicker. Ice queen armored in gray skirt suit. Hair pinned brutal. But her presence pressed. Every inhale.
Lunch. No appetite. Slipped to restroom. Locked stall. Plugged drive into phone. Risky. Dumb. More clips. Penthouse. Me bent. Her behind with that strap. Moans raw. Begging. Face wrecked. Eyes rolled.
Cleared app cache. Hands trembled.
Back at desk. Email pinged. *My office. 4pm. Alone.*
Four dragged. Knocked. Entered.
Blinds shut. She perched behind desk. Legs crossed. Heel dangled. Door locked with a click.
"Sit."
Obeyed. Chair sank lower than hers. Always.
She slid a folder over. Thick. Black leather.
"Open."
Pages. Legal maze. NDA dense as brick. Discretion clauses. Non-compete. Image rights. Then the cash. Fifty thousand monthly. Direct deposit. "Consulting allowance."
Eyes bulged. "This is."
"Hush money with perks." Voice flat. "Sign."
Pen heavy. Gold. Monogrammed V.H. Victor's?
Paused. "If I don't?"
Smile sharp. "Videos to Victor. HR. Your mother's Facebook."
Mother. How.
"Everything, J. I own everything."
Pen scraped. Initials. Signature. Hands numb steady.
She claimed the contract. Slid it into the drawer. Same one from day one. Locked. Key dipped between cleavage.
"Good boy."
Rose. Rounded desk. Perched on edge. Skirt crept. Fingers under chin. Tilted up.
"Reward."
Unzipped slow. Freed me. Hard instant. Stroked lazy.
"On your knees."
Dropped. Carpet known. She hiked skirt. No panties. Wet gleam.
"Earn it."
Mouth on her. Slow licks. Taught rhythm. Sucked clit soft. Fingers curled deep. She gripped hair. Rocked.
Came quiet. Thighs quivered. Pulled me up. Kissed. Tasted herself on my tongue.
"Tonight. Penthouse. Bring nothing."
Left me zipped. Aching.
Home. Stared at contract copy she'd tucked in my bag. Fifty k. More than Dad's yearly.
Showered. Changed. Elevator rose with key.
Door opened. Candles. Low jazz. She wore silk robe. Red. Belt loose.
"Wine."
Poured. Drank.
Led to dining table. Long obsidian. Pushed me to sit.
"Rules now." Voice soft steel. "You're mine. No dates. No flirting. Condoms with others. But not me."
Others. As if.
"Victor promotes you. You climb. I shield."
Shield. Cage.
Nodded.
She untied robe. Naked beneath. Straddled chair.
Sank down. Bare. Hot. Tight.
Rode slow. Hands on shoulders. Nails dug.
"Say it."
"Yours."
Louder. "I'm yours."
Faster. Breasts in face. Sucked nipple hard. She gasped. Ground.
Came inside. Again. She milked every drop.
After. Carried me to bed. Stronger than she looked. Laid down.
"Sleep."
Curled against her back. Spoon. Her ass pressed my groin.
Morning. Woke to mouth on me. Slow blowjob. Eyes locked up. Swallowed.
Coffee. Eggs. She cooked naked. Apron only.
"Office at nine. Act normal."
Normal. Gone.
Week blurred. Money landed. First deposit. Stared at zeros. Bought nothing. Hoarded.
Nights. Penthouse. Experiments.
One. Blindfold return. Ice in her mouth. Then on my cock. Melted paths.
Two. Her tied. First. Wrists to headboard. Ate her hours. Denied climax till she begged. Voice cracked real.
Three. Mirror room. Fucked against glass. City watched. Her reflection screamed.
Always recorded. Knew now. Didn't care. Aroused more.
Victor's dinner again. Investors. I attended. Firm arm candy.
Isabella in gold gown. Victor's hand on her waist. Mine burned to replace.
Under table. Her foot in lap. Heel off. Toes stroked through pants.
Hard. Agony.
Bathroom break. She followed. Locked door.
Bent over sink. Fucked quick. Gown hiked. Hand over mouth.
Came inside. Fixed makeup in mirror.
Back to table. Victor toasted my "bright future."
Future. Shackled.
Co-workers noticed. Mark. "Sucking up to the Hales, huh."
Jealousy cut.
Isabella promoted me again. Office with door.
First day. She visited. Locked it.
On the desk. Legs wide. Ate her while emails pinged.
Came on my tongue.
"Mark watches you." Whispered after. "Careful."
Mark. Threat.
Nights deeper. She showed the dungeon. Basement level. Key access.
Room red. Chains. Paddles. Bench.
First time there. Spanked till tears. Then fucked on bench. Ass red.
Aftercare. Bath. Oils. Her washing gentle.
"You cry pretty."
Love. Obsession.
Money stacked. Bought suit. Better shoes.
She noticed. "Good. Look the part."
Victor took me golfing. Just us. Talked legacy. "Marry well, son. Power's in alliances."
Alliances. Isabella.
Home. Her home now some nights. Clothes in drawer.
One morning. Victor called early. "My office."
Went. Hungover from her.
Sat. He slid photos.
Me leaving penthouse. 3am. Face clear.
"Isabella says you're helping with... creative projects. Late."
Swallowed. "Yes, sir."
He leaned in. "She's particular. Don't break her toys."
Toys.
Left rattled.
Told her that night.
She laughed. "He knows enough. Not all."
Fucked angry. Hate sex almost. Pinned her down. Thrust brutal.
She came harder.
Contract tightened.
But cracks.
Mark cornered me in elevator. Public one.
"Saw you with the wife. Careful, intern. Victor eats boys like you."
Threat.
Told her.
"Handle it."
How.
Money. Power budding.
Used first chunk. Anonymous tip to HR. Mark's embezzling. Small. Enough.
Fired next day.
She smiled. "Good pet."
Pet.
Dungeon again. Collar. Leather.
On knees. Crawled.
Sucked her strap while she watched videos. Of us.
Came untouched.
Addiction sealed.
But the pregnancy scare loomed. Later.
For now. The contract. Silk sheets stained. Fifty k clockwork.
And the videos. Multiplying.
Insurance, she said.
Or leash.
Either way. I wore it willing.
For now.