She walked into the office a few weeks later. Her thighs buzzed with the memory of his touch, and the faint echoes of the rabbit's vibrations were still embedded in her muscles

. Days had passed, but his presence lingered, a constant reminder of his control. Her cunt throbbed, a mix of satisfaction and hunger gnawing at her insides.

She was a mess, inside and out, and she loved every fucking second of it. She glanced at him and was caught in a burning stare. He held her gaze, his eyes filled with lust and raw hunger that matched her own. She knew what he wanted, just as she knew what she craved.

And she knew that he knew it too. The day wore on, the team bonding exercise a blur of forced camaraderie and fake smiles. She could feel his eyes on her, hot and intense, even when she couldn't see him. She could feel his presence, his dominance, his control.

It wrapped around her, holding her, owning her. She watched through the window as the group walked away from the building, and the office buzzed with the sounds of her colleagues leaving.

The men arranged to go for drinks, hardly giving the others a second thought. She felt her face fall, her disappointment clear. He watched her, saw her dissatisfaction. He saw her longing, her need. And he smiled, a slow, cruel smile that promised retribution and pleasure

As the others left, she made her way to her car. She was about to open the door when he grabbed her from behind, his hand clamping over her mouth, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his hardness, his desire, his need. "That was pathetic," he growled in her ear, his voice low and dangerous. "You deserve better. You deserve my full attention.

And now, you're going to show me what your attention is worth." The city lights of Swansea glistened on the water outside the window.

He dragged her to his car, pushing her into the back seat. "Tease your body," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Slowly. I want to watch you through the mirror as we drive." She complied, her fingers running over her skin, her body already responding to his dominance. He drove them to a hotel, the cityscape of Swansea reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He grabbed a bag from the boot, leaving her to wait, her body on full display, her cunt throbbing with anticipation. She watched him in the mirror as he took out items one by one, his voice dominant and commanding as he told her what he planned to do with each one.

A flogger, a paddle, a collar with a chain, nipple clamps, a metal-studded paddle, a suction dildo, a wand vibrator, a large rabbit. When he was done, he walked over to her, his glass of wine in hand. "Strip down to your underwear," he ordered, his eyes never leaving hers. She complied, her body trembling with desire and fear. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as he walked around her, his eyes roaming over her body, his gaze leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He picked up the flogger, running the leather tails over her skin. She shivered, her body responding to the sensation, her cunt throbbing with need. "Close your eyes," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Beg me to use this on you. Beg me to make you feel alive." She gasped as the flogger landed on her skin, the leather tails biting into her flesh.

The pain was intense, sharper than anything she had ever felt. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes, but she bit her lip, determined not to cry out. She knew he wanted her to take it, to take it all. She knew he wanted her to be his good little slut, his obedient pet. "Please," she gasped, her voice raw and desperate, just as he wanted it. "Please, use the flogger on me.

Make me feel alive. Make me feel yours." He grinned, a cruel, satisfied smile. "That's right, slut. You're mine to use. Mine to fuck.

Mine to control. And you love it, don't you?" "Please," she begged. "Please, I need it. I need you." He continued, the flogger landing with precision, the leather tails leaving their mark on her skin. She could feel the heat spreading, the pain morphing into something else, something darker and more twisted. She could feel her body responding, her cunt throbbing, her nipples aching. She was on the edge, teetering on the brink of something she couldn't quite understand.

She knew she needed him to push her over, to make her fall. She knew that it was what she wanted, what she needed. She knew that she was his, entirely and completely. And she knew that she would do anything he asked. She would be his good little slut, his obedient pet, his fuck doll. Because that was what he wanted. And that was what she craved.