‧₊˚✧LISA✧˚₊‧

∭ As we lay intertwined on the bed, our bodies bare and our hearts racing, I felt a wave of happiness wash over me. Taehyung's kisses ignited a fire within me, and every touch sent shivers down my spine.

His lips brushed against mine with a tenderness that spoke of love and longing. "Doll, you need me," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"Yes, I always want you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I melted into his embrace.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us lost in each other's embrace. Our love filled the room, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth and passion.

With each caress and whispered endearment, our bond grew stronger, transcending the physical and reaching deep into our souls. It was a moment of pure connection, a dance of hearts beating as one.

And as we lay there, bathed in the soft glow, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be—wrapped in the arms of the man I loved more than anything in this world.

As I lay there, paralyzed by this inexplicable desire coursing through me, I implored him with urgency. "Kiss me," I plead, my voice barely a whisper, but my need palpable in the air between us.

Taehyung's eyes meet mine, his expression unreadable, yet I sense a tumult of emotions beneath the surface.

His lips, so perfectly sculpted, beckon me, and I find myself unable to look away. The intensity in his gaze sends a thrill down my spine, and I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

But instead of granting my request, he shakes his head ever so slightly, a gesture filled with silent determination. Confusion clouds my mind as he speaks, his voice barely a whisper against the charged atmosphere.

"Lisa, you should steer clear of me. You are for me." He murmurs, his words cutting through the silence like a knife.

The air crackles with tension as we stare at each other, locked in a silent battle of wills. Deep down, I know that this moment will change everything between us, but I'm willing to risk it all for a chance at love.

With a dark smile, he entered me, and a moan escaped my lips as our bodies became one. He kissed me passionately and whispered, "So, you are mine now. You want this, doll?"

I nodded, unable to form words, and whispered back, "I love you."

The charged air between us grew heavier, shifting into an undeniable pull. Taehyung's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at me, his hands tracing gentle patterns along my arms before sliding around my waist.

I could feel the heat of his breath as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Lisa," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I need you."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me. My fingers found their way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as I pulled him closer.

Our lips met in a fervent kiss, full of hunger and unspoken promises. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve with a mixture of tenderness and urgency.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his fingers trailing down my neck and over my collarbone. I could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into my skin, setting my nerves alight.

He kissed his way down my throat, each touch sending a wave of pleasure through me.

I arched into him, my hands exploring the hard planes of his body, feeling the strength beneath his skin.

When we were finally bare before each other, he paused, his eyes searching mine as if seeking permission.

I nodded, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. He kissed me deeply, our bodies aligning perfectly and fitting together in a way that felt both familiar and thrillingly new.

As he entered me, a gasp escaped my lips; the sensation was overwhelming. He moved slowly at first, each thrust measured and deliberate, building the intensity between us.

Our breaths mingled, our movements synchronizing in a dance as old as time. The pleasure built with each stroke was a symphony of sensation that left us both trembling.

"Taehyung," I whispered, my voice trembling with the raw emotion coursing through me. "I love you."

"I love you too, Lisa," he replied, his voice thick with passion. "Always." ∭

Abruptly, I awaken, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, and overwhelmed by the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Holy hell.

Utter disorientation washes over me as I try to make sense of the surreal experience.

How? Why?

I find myself alone in my bedroom, grappling with the intensity of the moment. Sitting up straight, I'm shocked to discover it's morning already.

Glancing at the alarm clock, the digits mock me with their clarity: 7 o'clock. I bury my face in my hands, grappling with the bewildering realization that I've just experienced my first wet dream—a revelation both surprising and unsettling.

The fact that it involved a forbidden man, Sir Taehyung, the stepfather of my boyfriend, makes me wonder how I can think of this as cheap.

I am dreaming about his stepfather, and even an erotic dream to have sex with his stepfather and a confession, which I can never think of, only adds to the complexity of emotions swirling within me.

As I struggle to comprehend these feelings, I realize it's been a week since I started working under him. He embodies everything a girl could dream of—a truly remarkable, dreamy man.

Oh God, why am I feeling this way?

It's unfamiliar territory, a departure from my usual demeanor.

I need to cleanse my mind of these thoughts and push them away. Yet, I can't shake off the sadness that engulfs me when I think about his past and the betrayals he endured from his former lovers.

Despite his towering success as a CEO, he remains profoundly alone. It's a poignant realization that tugs at my heartstrings.

I slowly climb out of bed, my mind still swirling with conflicting emotions, and I begin straightening out the disheveled sheets.

Each movement feels heavy, burdened by the weight of my thoughts. With determined steps, I make my way to the bathroom, where I methodically strip off my night dress, the fabric slipping from my body like a discarded memory.

Under the steady stream of water, I let the warmth wash away the remnants of the night's turmoil, feeling the tension ebb with each passing moment.

As I brush my teeth, the rhythmic motion provides a welcome distraction, grounding me in the present. After completing my morning routine, I wrap a towel around myself and return to my room.

With purposeful strides, I head to the closet, where my work attire awaits.

Retrieving the crisp suit from its hanger, I set it out on the bed, the fabric a stark contrast to the chaos of my thoughts.

With a sense of resolve, I hang the towel to the side, shedding the last vestiges of vulnerability. Stepping into the suit, I am enveloped in its familiar structure, a shield against the uncertainties of the day ahead.

I stride over to the vanity, where I attend to my hair, methodically drying and styling it into a sleek bun with a wispy bang framing my face.

A touch of makeup enhances my features, while a subtle spritz of perfume adds a hint of allure to my presence.

With practiced efficiency, I grab my purse and cell phone and head out of the room, only to find my mother waiting there in the kitchen.

"Morning, princess," she greets me with a warm smile.

Returning the greeting, I reply, "Morning, mother. I'm running late. Do you have anything for me to eat?"

She nods in understanding and swiftly sets breakfast on the table. I quickly devour it, knowing time is of the essence. Rising from my seat, I press a kiss on my mother's cheek, gratitude swelling within me.

"Thank you, Mom; I am going to love you," I express sincerely before hurrying out the door.

As I stepped out of my house, the crisp morning air embraced me, awakening my senses. My eyes caught sight of the company SUV waiting patiently by the curb, a beacon of professionalism amidst the quiet suburban street.

With each step towards it, anticipation surged within me, mingling with a tinge of excitement for the day ahead.

Approaching the driver's side, I exchanged a nod with the uniformed chauffeur, whose composed demeanor exuded confidence and reliability.

With a graceful motion, he opened the sleek backdoor, inviting me into the sanctuary of the car interior.

As I settled into the plush leather seat, the hum of the engine reverberated through the cabin, a soothing symphony of power and precision.

With a gentle yet confident touch, the driver guided the SUV into motion, navigating the streets with effortless expertise.

As we glided towards the company, my mind drifted to thoughts of Mingyu. It had been a week since we last spoke, and the realization struck me with a pang of guilt.

Despite my best intentions, I couldn't shake the feeling of distance that had crept between us.

Questions gnawed at my conscience, questioning my loyalty and commitment to Mingyu. Yet, amidst the turmoil of my thoughts, another figure loomed large in my mind: Sir Taehyung.

Confusion clouded my judgment as I grappled with conflicting emotions. Despite my admission of attraction towards Sir Taehyung, I knew I owed Mingyu my loyalty.

But as we drove on, memories of Sir Taehyung flooded my mind, his enigmatic presence captivating me. I found myself drawn to him, unable to resist the allure of his mysterious past and dignified demeanor.

In that moment of reflection, I couldn't help but question the complexities of my own heart, torn between duty and desire.

Despite the turmoil in my heart, I yearn to bury these feelings deep within and forget the inexplicable pull Sir Taehyung Kim has over me. My heart pounds with the weight of conflicting emotions, a tempest raging within.

As the raindrops patter against the window of my car, I find solace in their rhythmic melody. With a hesitant hand, I slide open the window, inviting the cool, refreshing rain to wash over me.

Raising my face towards the sky, I let the droplets cascade over my skin, a balm for my troubled soul.

Closing my eyes, I immerse myself in the moment, taking a deep, purifying breath. Each inhale and exhale feels like a deliberate effort to regain my composure, to reclaim the fragments of equilibrium slipping through my grasp.

Yet, despite my efforts to quell these unruly emotions, the truth remains undeniable—no man has ever stirred my soul quite like Taehyung Kim.

The inexplicable magnetism he exudes leaves me bewildered, grappling with the enigma of my feelings.

Is it Taehyung Sir's looks, his civility, his wealth, or his power that elicited this irrational reaction from me? I struggle to comprehend the source of my inexplicable attraction.

Breathing an enormous sigh of relief, I lean back against the seat, determined to regain my composure and gather my thoughts.

I shake my head in disbelief, trying to dismiss the overwhelming surge of emotions that engulfed me moments ago.

As my heart steadies to its regular rhythm and my breathing returns to normal, I start to feel a sense of foolishness and embarrassment creeping in.

Yes, Taehyung is undeniably attractive, confident, and commanding. Yet, beneath his polished exterior lies a sense of dominance and coldness that sends an involuntary shiver down my spine.

Despite his impeccable manners, there's an autocratic aura about him that I find both intimidating and intriguing.

I remind myself that his accomplishments at such a young age justify his assertiveness, but still, I can't shake off the feeling of unease mingled with fascination.

As I arrived at the company, I noticed that the rain had ceased, leaving behind a glistening sheen on the pavement.

Stepping out of the car, I made my way into the building, exchanging greetings with the guard at the entrance.

My attention was soon captivated by the sight of Sir Taehyung Kim striding purposefully toward the elevator, engrossed in conversation with someone.

I couldn't help but pause, my gaze lingering a fraction longer than intended, absorbing the commanding presence he exuded.

As our eyes met, a surge of anticipation rippled through me. There was an unspoken acknowledgment between us, a silent understanding that something significant lingered beneath the surface.

With determination burning within me, I silently vowed to uncover the mystery behind our connection.

Breaking the silence, I greeted him with a polite "Good morning, sir." His response, a simple nod accompanied by a casual yet endearing term, "morning doll," sent a flutter of excitement through me.

Walking side by side in comfortable silence towards the elevator, I stole glances at him through lowered lashes, feeling his gaze reciprocate.

A small smile tugged at my lips, mirrored by the subtle twitch of his. At that moment, amidst the quiet corridor,

As the elevator doors slide open, we step into the confined space, finding ourselves alone. Instantly, a shift occurs in the atmosphere, charged with an inexplicable energy that electrifies the air.

Perhaps it's the proximity and intimacy of the enclosed space that ignite this palpable tension between us.

My breath catches in my throat as my heart quickens its pace, thudding against my chest with a newfound intensity.

His subtle movement draws my attention, with his head turning fractionally towards me, his gaze penetrating, and the depths of his eyes a mesmerizing shade of the darkest slate.

I felt like something was wrong; I was so confused about myself. I need to remind myself and my place. I need to remember my rules.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, I find myself biting my lip, a subconscious gesture betraying the swirling emotions within. In that suspended moment, time seems to stand still, enveloping us in a cocoon of anticipation and desire as we remain suspended in the intimate confines of the elevator.

As I felt myself stumbling, panic briefly overtaking me, Sir Taehyung's swift reflexes kicked in, his strong arms encircling my waist, steadying me in an instant.

Instinctively, I grasp onto his collar for support, finding solace in his reassuring presence and inhaling his intoxicating scent.

As he helps me regain my balance, concern etches his features, his voice laced with worry as he asks, "Are you fine, doll? What happened? You didn't seem fine." His genuine concern washes over me, melting away the remnants of unease.

Meeting his gaze, I offer a sheepish smile, tinged with gratitude for his timely intervention. "Sorry, sir. I'm fine. It was just a sudden stumble," I reassured him.

"Be careful, doll." His deep voices make me feel weak and very emaciated. As I nodded, he made me stand properly.

As we reached the desired floor, the elevator doors parted, and we stepped out into the bustling hallway.

Staff members greeted Sir Taehyung with deference, to which he offered a nod of acknowledgment before leading the way toward his office, with me trailing behind.

Entering his office, he gracefully settled into his chair, exuding an air of authority and calm. Approaching him respectfully, I offered to fetch him some black tea.

"Sir, would you like to have some black tea?" He considered for a moment before declining with a gentle shake of his head.

"No, doll, not now," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "It's fine. I'm at my penthouse currently, but I'll be returning to the mansion tomorrow. Hopefully, Rena won't do anything to enrage me."

His words hinted at a deeper conflict, one that intrigued and concerned me simultaneously. With a solemn nod, I acknowledged his statement, silently resolving to support him.

As I observed Sir Taehyung closely, his inquiry about whether I had anything more to add prompted a brief internal debate. "Do you have anything more to add?" he asked, his gaze steady and piercing.

However, I shook my head in negation, maintaining a professional demeanor.

"No, sir," I replied earnestly, "I'm just awaiting your orders, as you mentioned you'd assign me a new task today. Additionally, Mr. Machan is on leave today."

His nod of acknowledgment signaled his understanding before he continued, outlining the tasks at hand.

"Ah, yes," he affirmed, "there's not much immediate work, but you can start by completing the presentation for my upcoming file. We'll go over it together later. In the meantime, please make a schedule for my upcoming week, check for any meetings, and also ensure the employee letters are drafted and finalized."

Taking note of his instructions, I acknowledged them with a respectful nod before excusing myself to begin the assigned tasks, determined to carry out my duties with efficiency and precision.

As Taehyung stood up, preparing to depart with me, the anticipation of our outing hung in the air like a delicate veil.

But just as we were about to leave, a sudden, unexpected knock echoed through the room. Taehyung graciously welcomed the visitor inside, and as the door swung open, a breathtaking woman adorned in a short, elegant dress burst into the room, her presence captivating.

In an instant, she rushed towards Taehyung and enveloped him in a warm embrace, her arms wrapping around him with an intimacy that stirred a storm of emotions within me.

Jealousy, fierce and consuming, surged through my veins like wildfire. Questions clawed at my mind, demanding answers that I feared to uncover.

Who was she, this enchanting woman who dared to embrace Taehyung so freely?

What was their connection, and why did her touch ignite such a tumultuous storm of possessiveness within me?

I chastised myself for these irrational feelings, knowing deep down that it was not my place to feel this way and that I should be more open-minded and understanding.

Yet, despite my efforts to quell the rising tide of jealousy, I found myself unable to shake the gnawing ache in my chest.

Taehyung, oblivious to the tempest raging within me, remained composed and unruffled by the woman's embrace.

His handsome features betrayed no hint of discomfort or unease as he reciprocated her hug with a gentle warmth.

I watched, unable to tear my gaze away, as the two of them shared a moment of familiarity that left me feeling like an outsider, an intruder in their private world.

It dawned on me then, with a bitter pang of realization, that Taehyung was no stranger to the attention of beautiful women.

Countless times, I had witnessed the admiring glances and flirtatious advances directed his way, yet he had always remained steadfast and unmoved by their allure.

But this woman was different; her presence evoked a reaction from him that I had never seen before.

As I stood there, clenching my fists in a futile attempt to quell the rising tide of jealousy, I couldn't help but wonder about the nature of their relationship.

Was she merely a friend, a confidante from his past?

Or was there something more, a deeper connection that eluded my understanding?

The uncertainty gnawed at me, a constant reminder of my insecurities and fears.

But amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, one thing remained clear: Taehyung was someone special, someone who elicited feelings within me that I had never experienced before.

And though I struggled to reconcile my jealousy with the rationality of my mind, one thing was certain: at that moment, as I watched him embrace the woman before me, I realized that my feelings for Taehyung ran deeper than I had ever dared to admit.

As Taehyung Sir gently disentangled himself from the embrace, his voice carried across the room, breaking the tension in the air.

"Dear, would you be so kind as to bring coffee for Ms. Irene and black tea for me? And please, if you could, lock the door behind you," he requested, his tone polite yet authoritative.

I nodded in acknowledgment, though a surge of resentment bubbled within me. Why was he sending me? Did he not notice the turmoil his actions stirred within me?

Suppressing the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me, I forced myself to comply with his request.

With a heavy heart, I made my way to his cabinet, retrieving the necessary cups. Each step felt like a silent reminder of my place in his world—a mere assistant, forbidden from indulging in desires beyond my reach.

As I walked back towards the door, the weight of sadness draped over me like a heavy cloak. With a final glance back at Taehyung, sir, I closed the door behind me, sealing away the tumultuous emotions raging within me.

Why did I allow myself to feel this way about a man I could never have? It was a question that lingered in the depths of my mind, taunting me with its unanswerable truth.

With every step I took towards the coffee machine and tea kettle, my rage simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

The simple task of preparing beverages now felt like an unbearable burden, tainted by the presence of the woman who held significance in Taehyung's life.

Questions swirled in my mind like a relentless storm: Why was she important to him? What was their relationship? And why did her mere presence ignite such intense jealousy within me?

The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning: Taehyung was a married man, and my feelings were futile, bordering on insanity. I needed to regain control of my emotions before they consumed me entirely.

As I mechanically went through the motions of brewing the coffee and tea, I resolved to clear my mind of the toxic thoughts that threatened to engulf me.

I couldn't afford to lose myself in an obsession over Taehyung, a forbidden desire that could only lead to heartache.

Why am I so jealous of a woman? Why can't I see him with another woman? It's worse. I am pathetic.

With a deep breath, I pushed aside the tumultuous emotions, focusing solely on the task at hand. I would not allow myself to go crazy over Sir Taehyung.

I would find solace in acceptance and move forward with dignity, even if it meant suppressing the flames of jealousy that threatened to consume me.

‧₊˚✧TAEHYUNG✧˚₊‧

"Dear, would you kindly bring coffee for Ms. Irene and black tea for me? And please, do lock the door behind you," I requested, my tone polite yet carrying a subtle authority.

As I gently broke the hug with Irene, I concealed my simmering rage towards her, mindful of Lisa's presence.

It grated on me that Irene had dared to come here, violating the rules I had set against mistresses visiting my office.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of sadness in Lisa's eyes. She nodded silently, swiftly retrieving the cups from my cabinet before departing my office, ensuring to lock them behind her.

As I directed my gaze towards Irene, a storm of rage brewing within me, I uttered sharply, "How dare you come here, Irene? I've made it clear; I have no interest in seeing you at the moment."

Her tear-filled eyes met mine, but I remained unmoved, my satisfaction with her fading, replaced by a desire to cast her aside.

She reached out, grasping my hand, desperation evident in her plea, "Please, let me stay and fulfill your desires. I believe I've fallen for you, sir."

My glare intensified, my tone cutting, "Irene, know your place. I've told you, there's no love between us. We met for physical gratification, and now I've grown bored. Understand your role as a mistress."

With a dark and dangerous edge to my demeanor, I coldly dismissed her plea, my heartless nature fully on display. "Your sentimentality means nothing to me, Irene. I have no use for love or emotions in this arrangement. You are merely a temporary indulgence, easily replaceable and disposable."

As her tears continued to fall, I remained unmoved, reveling in the power I held over her. "You chose this path, Irene. Now, accept the consequences of your words. There is no room for sentiment in my world." My words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of my ruthless nature.

"And who is she, the new little girl, your new mistress? I know you are leaving me because of her." As Irene's question pierced through the air, a possessive rage for Lisa ignited within me.

Without a moment's hesitation, I unleashed a harsh slap across Irene's face, my voice laced with venom as I retorted, "She is not my mistress, and you have no right to speak of her."

I asserted, my tone sharp and commanding. Lisa had ignited a dark desire within me, a longing I couldn't deny. "And it's my decision with whom I would like to stay; Irene gets lost.".

As Irene pleaded to stay by my side, I regained my composure and returned to my chair, my resolve unwavering.

Irene's tear-filled eyes pleaded with me, desperation evident in her voice as she asked, "Sir, please, I want to stay with you."

But my resolve remained unyielding as I returned to my chair, the coldness in my demeanor palpable. "Irene, our arrangement ends here," I declared coldly.

"I'll provide you with financial support. Find yourself a man and settle down. I am not capable of love; for me, it's merely a fleeting amusement." My words cut through the air, finalizing the end of our association.

As she looked at me, a flicker of remorse crossed her face, and she murmured, "I'm sorry, sir. I should have known my place."

My gaze remained steely as I replied, "How dare you come to the office knowing my rules? We only meet on my terms, in private settings, not here. And right now, I have no desire for your company."

A sudden knock interrupted our tense exchange, and I motioned for Irene to take a seat. She complied, understanding the consequences of disobedience. "Don't even think of causing a scene."

I warned her in a low voice. "This is my office, not some bedroom. You'll do as I say, and we'll discuss this later. I expect obedience from you, and I won't tolerate any tears or theatrics. I know exactly what kind of woman you are." My tone left no room for argument as I asserted my dominance once more.

I allowed the person to enter with a curt "Come in."

Lisa stepped into the room, tray in hand, her gaze alternating between me and Irene. She placed the tray on the table with a thump, nervous energy radiating from her.

I observed her for a moment, noting her unfamiliar presence, before returning my attention to Irene.

"Now, drink up and leave. Don't bother me any further," I commanded, my tone brusque and dismissive. Irene obediently reached for her drink, understanding the implicit order to depart.

Meanwhile, Lisa retreated to her adjacent cabin, her actions precise and measured as she settled in front of her laptop, seemingly unfazed by the tension in the room.

Ignoring her, I focused solely on concluding the encounter with Irene.

Maintaining a facade of false warmth, I flashed a smile at Lisa, relishing the jealousy that simmered in her gaze.

Her presence only heightened my satisfaction; my prey was ensnared, and I delighted in teasing her further.

Turning my attention back to Irene, I instructed her with a casual tone, "Wipe that expression off your face. You're here for your departure—off to the USA, where you belong, back to your old strip club, Irene." With practiced nonchalance, Irene and I lifted our cups, sipping the contents to maintain an air of normalcy amidst the tension.

Irene's plea interrupted our charade, her voice trembling with apprehension. "No, sir, please. I'll go anywhere but there, and please, no."

I rose from my seat, enveloping her in a brief embrace, my tone firm as I whispered, "Never cross my path again, Irene. I won't hesitate to discard you like trash. I have no use for the same woman repeatedly. Now, disappear, my dear friend."

With a gentle push, I dismissed her, watching as she nodded in fearful acquiescence before retreating from the room.

The air hung heavy with the weight of our encounter, a reminder of the ruthless control I held over those in my grasp.

As I watched Irene depart, sinking back into my chair, my attention was suddenly drawn to Lisa emerging from her cabin.

With a curious tilt of my head, I beckoned for her to join me, inquiring, "What's the matter, doll?"

She hesitated for a moment before murmuring, "I'm sorry, sir," her lips nervously bitten, a gesture that only fueled my desire for her.

Suppressing the urge to devour her then and there, I pressed further, "Why the apology, doll? What's troubling you?"

Her gaze met mine, her words tinged with uncertainty. "I know it's not my place to ask, but... who is she? Are you two friends? You seemed close."

A chuckle escaped me, realizing the depth of her jealousy. Lisa was as transparent as glass; her innocence and honesty were a stark contrast to the deceitful world around us.

She embodied the perfect submissiveness, unafraid to reveal her true feelings.

"I understand, doll," I replied softly, a hint of admiration in my voice. "She's just my friend. She came to bid me farewell, as she was leaving for the USA. You have nothing to worry about." I lied effortlessly, masking the truth behind a veil of false reassurance.

My words were carefully crafted to pacify her, yet deep down, I relished the possessiveness she displayed. It only fueled my desire to claim her completely and to possess her in every way imaginable.

As Lisa's gaze softened with apparent relief, I couldn't help but marvel at her naivety. She believed my fabricated tale without question, her trust in me unwavering.

It was a stark reminder of the power I held over her, a power I intended to exploit fully.

Suppressing a smirk, I reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face, reveling in the delicate touch of her skin.

As she leaned into my touch, a shy smile gracing her lips, I knew that she was mine, completely and utterly.

And with each passing moment, my desire to claim her grew stronger, an insatiable hunger burning deep within me.

"I'll teach you the presentation, doll," I said, leading her to my chair. She nodded obediently, and I guided her into the seat, positioning myself beside her as I opened my laptop.

"Do you know drafting, doll?" I inquired, leaning closer to her, knowing the effect my proximity had on her.

She hesitated before admitting, "No, sir." With a subtle nod, I placed my hand over hers, guiding her movements on the mouse as I instructed her.

Her breath quickened under my touch, a sign of her vulnerability to my charm. It fueled my desire, igniting a primal need to possess her completely.

With each passing moment, I reveled in the power I held over her, determined to make her mine in every sense of the word.

Intentionally, I let my hand linger on her shoulder, relishing the subtle tension that coursed through her body.

Noticing her perspiration, I casually inquired, "Why are you sweating, doll? Are you feeling feverish?" I reached out to check her forehead, despite the coolness of the air-conditioned room.

"I'm fine, sir," she replied, her voice betraying a hint of unease. With a nonchalant nod, I withdrew my hand, masking my amusement at her discomfort.

"Alright, doll, let's focus on our work," I said, smoothly transitioning back to the task at hand. However, beneath the surface, I couldn't help but revel in the effect I had on her, a silent acknowledgment of my control over her.

I wish I could f-ck her on my desk, make her squirt over my finger, make her cry my name, and beg me to use her again and again until I get satisfied with my little doll.

I know she is very tight; it will be fun to pound on her. I want to finger-f-ck her; I want to lick her whole body.

I want to f-ck her in every position and angle. She is so f-ckable. I know deep down somewhere she wanted to. She needed a man like me who could make her feel the craziness of sexual cravings.

As our work concluded, I cast a satisfied glance at Lisa, acknowledging her efforts with a nod. "Very well done, doll. Now, you can take some rest," I instructed, watching as she rose from her seat.

"Sir, thank you for teaching me," she expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with sincerity. Stepping closer to her, I couldn't resist the urge to compliment her further.

"I love teaching you, Lisa," I admitted with a hint of admiration. "It's enjoyable to train someone as obedient and quick to learn as you."

Under the surface, my words carried a deeper meaning, hinting at the desires I harbored for her. "You're not only obedient but also intelligent and smart, making it easy for me to impart knowledge," I added, my tone laced with a mixture of praise and anticipation.

With each interaction, my longing to mold her to my desires only grew stronger. I could feel the pull of my fantasies—the urge to train her to be a good submissive to my whims.

Her presence fueled my imagination, and the thought of her yielding to my guidance became a persistent and tantalizing idea.

She smiled a glimmer of admiration in her eyes. "I am happy to have a boss like you," she said, her words sincere.

Her response only intensified my resolve. I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, my touch lingering longer than necessary.

"I'm glad to hear that," I replied, my voice low and smooth. "You have great potential, and I look forward to seeing you grow under my guidance."

She nodded, her eyes shining with a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something that mirrored my hidden desires.

The dynamic between us was shifting, evolving into something more complex, and I could sense that she was becoming aware of it too.