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Iâve done a similar poll before, but Iâve got another line to try this with, so here we go again
Once again, this is not about your favorite Javert actor overall, but specifically your favorite version of this line. Iâll probably do another big post after the poll is done like last time too. As always, I have thoughts.
#please recommend renditions of the line that arenât here#I am always looking for new productions#les mis#les mis musical#inspector javert
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I do feel bad for Owen. Clearly this is NOT his forte. #freeowen
I'm guessing Owen has some kind of contract to do all the covers for the "Erin Hunter" books, since he also seems to do the art for Bravelands and Survivors. Which baffles me.
When you look at his portfolio, it seems clear that animals are NOT his strong suit. He mostly designs them as monsters or setpieces, not as characters in their own right. His humans, objects, and backgrounds are excellent, while his animals are quite generic-- So why did they choose this artist to design for their xenofiction series?
The art he does for Percy Jackson and Artemis Fowl is not as jilted and uninspired as his work for any of the Erin Hunter series. He does have a thing for harsh lighting (too harsh for my taste) but the composition is fine and the characters are recognizable. Certainly not "someone tried to unlock your phone" tier. It's strange.
It strikes me like he's not "comfortable" enough with animals to experiment with them, heavily referencing zoomed-in photos and leaving it there. Note how his cats are almost never doing anything, just sitting or standing around looking confused.
Has he ever even drawn a battle cat... battling?
I don't really feel "bad" for him, OR "mad" at him, because we have no idea what's happening behind the scenes, but I WILL say that I feel he is an absolutely awful match for WC. I don't understand what about his portfolio made him look like a good replacement for Wayne McLoughlin, besides some executive recognizing his style from somewhere else.
I hope he is compensated well for his work, but I don't buy hardcovers because of his art and am holding out hope that someone else takes over someday.
#Im not being mean about that last part btw i really hope that comes across#I am hoping it comes across as 'product review' and not bashing#Because I'm dead serious that his art is a major reason I never buy the books in good condition#I always get them secondhand or digital#I own the *dotc* books because of Wayne's art. The arc I notoriously hate to oblivion#But I dislike how Owen's covers *look* on my shelf.#Bone babble#Man it's unfortunate that James Barry has departed the series but Owen remains#As much as I adore the new comic direction btw!!!! God I love the upcoming art im buying it on release day
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#i unexpectedly have a newsies oc and he's my new favorite character#i was telling my brother about a dream i had#where i was unexpectedly cast in a school production of newsies (courtesy of my summertime 'listening to the soundtrack on repeat)'#(i have now realized that 'unexpectedly getting a role in a school musical' is a recurring dream subgenre)#(which is extra weird since i have never acted in anything beyond the one musical i was forced into last minute because i was in choir)#and there was a question of whether i would be included in the chorus at the beginning#given that i was also playing katherine#and the deciding factor was apparently going to be how good the newsboy cap looked with my hair#they decided that it looked stupid#and anyway as i was telling my brother about the dream debate over whether i would be part of the chorus or not#he (true to form) referenced arthur with 'if you were in the chorus you could have a claw'#and i was immediately DELIGHTED with the possibility of playing a newsie named clawey#the little mutant boy with one lobster claw who escaped from a lab in the sewers#and now has to sell newspapers to survive#and anyways now i am absurdly attached to clawey#in my head he is part of the strike but just always off-screen and newsies now exists in a sci-fi world#and there's no reason to tell you this except what is tumblr for except to talk about your weird inside joke ocs
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Me rising from the dead after 3 months

#sin speaking#(yo what happened it was january yesterday)#(......H E L L O)#(guess who finally got their elvanse back lmao i feel like ive been trapped in the chalice dungeons for a thousand years)#(if u ever have imposter syndrome about having adhd. boy will missing ur meds make you think twice about that LOL)#(regret to inform you all that i have been violently obsessed with lop since it got patched in february and i replayed it. 8 times. lmao)#(i also regret to inform you that i have another new hunter. tragic. but i am not immune to choir propoganda.)#(good news though! i have some art stuff to post so look 4ward to that i guess lmao)#(SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE SO GRATEFUL TO SEE ANYONE HAS STUCK AROUND i have missed being productive here....soooooo bad lmao)#(im not going to promise too much tho bc lmao god always strikes me down for my hubris but YEAH. HI đ)
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I forgot about this interaction lol... *plunges your favor literally into enemy territory just for rejecting a cup of tea rudely*
#also that it's his happy expression of course. Seething hating you from behind a pleasant smile as would any politely mannered scholar lol#he's just like ''oh hehe. sorry my bad for offering. :) that's fine :) anyway back to our lovely discussion~ :)'' *internally has put#you on some sort of list*#ANYWAY.. just reviewing. I haven't done much writing lately more just like.. looking over old writing and doing little edits. I was working#on one of the side characters previously but now I'm trying to think of how to rework their dialogue and stuff. I think it's hardest for th#characters that you can never do any quests for or really have much interaction with. like the smaller shopkeepers that pepper the world bu#don't have much opportunity for getting to know them. because they DO still have a background story and personality. but#it also can't be like 'hello I just met you. let me tell you about my divorce' lol.. With the main characters that's not much of a problem#since there are opportunities to get to know them over time. But with the side ones its like.. hmm.. i DO want you to know that this guy#is divorced.. but how to naturally bring it up.. hrmm.. Luckily most of the smaller side characters kind of have more extroverted#personalities so it'd be more natural for them to share little bits and pieces about themselves in casual conversation. like 'oh youre#buying this thing bc youre going on an adventure? where? im curious bc I used to adventure too!' and then you can ask 'oh yeah?#you did?' and then they can explain more about it. etc. etc. And for the less extraverted ones I guess it is just fine to not know that muc#about them. That feels more natural. AND also that's what playtesting is for I guess. hopefully a few brave souls out there can reign in my#love of excessive detail which I have a complete blindspot to. ANYWAY. trying to rework some of the side npcs conversations to#be a little more witholding I guess. but then i got tired of that and started just reading through old finished quests of main characters:3#There's just SO much going on.. hard to focus.. I have to see drs about a new medical issue + I got my temporary crown on my tooth#but its still a little painful so theyre giving me antibiotics preemptively just in case theres a small infection (EVIL.. antibiotics#always blow up my stomach so much).. stil havent unpacked from moving.. still havent contacted all 700 places i have to change my#address records at. still having trouble sleeping in the new place... blah blah blah.. Also just... the everlooming things in the#background. I would much rather be having expensive dental work and other things in a STABLE economic climate with some sense of#stability.. or really anything other than literal death cult freaks holding the reigns.. but.. alas.. -_- I did some scrapbooking today. An#a little writing. And I'm trying to edit some game videos and that crafting vlog. and costumes. and sculptures.. AH.. I still feel too far#removed from all that i cherish and enjoy. i need to be in a space to return to these things fully. It's just hard when there are like.. to#many External tasks. plus looming instability. that type of chronic stress does affect your focus i suppose. Also.. erm.. autoimmune diseas#and stuff lol.. much has changed from like 10 yrs ago when I was slightly more productive than I am now.. *wistful sigh* But I'm#still SOOOO motivated and I love doing all of these things so. trudge on I shall. in my hermit writing corner. tee hee :'')
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read a cute little r6 fluff fanfic before going to bed yesterday because my anxiety was running high and I love how everyone in the fanfics gives jÀger some kind of stupidly (<-affectionatly) soft taste in music when in reality its almost like you're legally required to be a metalhead when you do anything in regards to engineering or electronics considering just how much of the german metal scene is made up of dudes who work in those fields.
Also, the guy with a special interest for aviation and aerial warfare who restored a bunch of aircrafts as display pieces just for shit and giggles not listening to Sabatons "Night Witches" or "red baron"? Very unlikely.
#just to be clear I'm not calling you guys stupid I just think its cute and a bit amusing because I live here and#know a lot of guys who work in those fields and am also part of the metal scene. Its hard not to notice the massive overlap x)#like literally my brother is a higher up in the production facility of one of the largest industrial soldering machine producers#world wide and he's a mechatronic engineer and everyone else under him is either also a mechatronics guy and electritian or engineer#When I get off of work early I sometimes get tasked with bringin the boys döner kebab for lunch and literall all of them wear metal merch#to work and there is always powerwolf or within temptation blasting somewhere#and in my professional school and the school I went to for my abitur (which shared a building with a nother prof.school)#you can always tell where the mechs/elecs are at because they look like they got lost on the way to the infield before the next stage show#even the ones who don't dress/look like they listen to metal either mumble/hum along to the songs in the workshops or chat with their#classmates about new album/single drops and with wacken and summerbreeze closing in I can overhear them#actively making plans about going together and whos the driver and all that stuff while chilling in the hallways during breaks#and you can play workplace bingo with these guys at the festivals based off of their tanlines because they will not wear proper#protective gear while welding and it shows#Either all the metal dudes go into mechs/elecs or everyone goes into mechs/elecs and comes out a metal head the other end#Its a chicken or the egg situation#jÀger r6#jÀger r6s#r6s#marius streicher
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Started crying over the Batman Beyond Animated Movie concept art. I am so normal.
#do they want my left or right kidney? they can have that one and my appendix as I don't need those to survive#I'm saving my uterus for Silksong if it needs more funding. I'm not gonna use it so might as well.#/j#about selling my organs not about crying over Batman Beyond Animated Movie#I think a Batman Beyond Animated Movie could fix me. Or make me even more autistic about it. probably both.#Batman Beyond is what got me into Batman. it was the only Batman related thing my library had and I thought it looked cool#so I would just watch Batman Beyond for like 5 hours minimum every day during my surgery recovery#so if you're wondering why I am like this...that's why. Batman Beyond did it. it's still my comfort media and i always go back to it#THAT ONE IMAGE OF INQUE CHASING TERRY?? OH MY GOD IT'S SO GORGEOUS#oh my god I am so ordinary and neurotypical#THE FUCKING PRODUCTION DESIGN GUY ON SPIDERVERSE POSTED THEM??#sav eme Batman Beyond Animated Movie#it will fix me I promise#if it is made I will forgive Bruce Timm for his weird thing for Batman x Batgirl.#SPIDERVERSE OF BATMAN MOVIES?? OH MY GOD#Derek Powers on my movie screen#THE SHIT THEY COULD DO WITH SHRIEK??? HOLY FUCK#I hope to god they still have the cold open on old-man Batman (world-weary and brittle-boned) almost shooting somebody in a panic#because THAT is the only compelling reason I have ever seen for Bruce leaving behind the mantle#I love content where its like 'oh when he gets older he becomes the Alfred to a new Batman' or 'he'll retire because Gotham will be better'#but I'll be honest. I do not think Bruce is capable of retirement. I do not think he would ever hang up the mantle willingly#unless he almost became the very kind of person who got his parents killed: a gun-wielding coward. the pain in his eyes.#I could see that. Bruce realizing that he is incapable of being Batman. That he will do more harm for Gotham than good.#if they don't want it to be the opener that's fine. but I want that damn scene.#ajdfl;dksajfl;kjdsfl;kadjskl;fjds Terry my friend Terry on my movie screen#I am going to explode
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i am stupid and dense in ways none of you could ever possibly fathom
#i started using new makeup wipes that my sister gave me cause she's picky and got this as a gift with purchase and didn't want to mess up#her routine and i haven't been able to afford makeup remover and after work or wearing makeup i do prefer a wipe before i wash my face#well i've been using them for a couple weeks now and noticed everytime i used them my face burned#and got angry at me but sense i have pretty sensitive skin and am fine with pain i didn't think too#much about it outside of it MAYBE being micro abrasions or a reaction to my retinol#didn't look at the packaging or ingredients or anything because i'm only allergic to two things so i didn't even think there would be#anything like those two things in a sensitive skin friendly brand#well..... i was taking off my makeup tonight and dealing with the burn and casually looked down real fast#then did a double take and lo and behold very plainly stated on the front of the packaging#'soothing goat's milk' and i just stood there like this đ§đŒââïžbecause i haven't thought of my goat's milk allergy in AGES#i found out i was allergic in fifth/sixth grade so it rarely came up#i felt so silly and dumb that i didn't notice and was totally okay with the burn#and that's probably what's been causing my hives too â ïž#anyway! always look at ingredients especially when the only place you've ever encountered certain allergies was through cosmetics! (l#(the other thing i'm allergic to is copper which i found out after i wore a magnetic mascara and literally ANY of elf's eye products#and yet i still forget to check for that as well!)#eris: text
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Throw back to my senior year of high school when me and a couple other queer folks were talking about queerness and one of them went âwait youâre gay???â and i pretty much went. âMy guy. We are three high school theatre kids sitting in the theatre dressing room while in our advanced theatre class that i am taking even though i took the same class at the other high school i went to. yes.â
#my response was definitely more like Ha yeah I am.#but ppl didnât clock me a lot ig (Altho I ended up only with queer friends soâŠ??)#I miss theatre sm :â)#always wish I had time to do it college#Kat.txt#maybe Iâll look into local public productions when i get settled in my new jobâŠâŠ.#idk what the theatre scene is like up here
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Simone de Rochefort shared the email she sent to Jim Bankoff, the CEO of Vox Media who sold Polygon, on bluesky. The text of the email is transcribed below:
"Hi Jim,
I'm writing to let you know how incredibly disappointed I am about the decision to sell Polygon to Valnet. Even though I'm one of the fortunate few to still be employed, I'm still furious and heartbroken.
I was in Europe when the sale went public. A few days later, a reader recognized me at a cafe in Paris. He couldn't believe what had happened, and asked me how it was possible, in the United States, that a workforce like ours could just be disposed of. He also added, completely unprompted, that American workers should "choose violence." I just thought I'd mention that! It was cool to be recognized halfway around the world for my work. The readers have always appreciated it, even if you don't. But I'm going to tell you about it anyway.
At Polygon, we wrote stories and made videos that were unique in entertainment media - they were weird and well-researched and funny. We also got awards for our reporting (including myself and my now-laid-off colleague Clayton Ashley - we were nominated for an ASME and we won a New York Videogame Critics Circle award).
We attracted brand sponsorships, some of which my team was in the middle of working on when my colleagues were laid off. My understanding is that Vox will be doing make-good sponsorships for the businesses that had contracted with Polygon. I wonder if they will seek out Vox Media again, once that process is finished.
My colleagues who were laid off spent years building connections and trust with sources in our industry. On the video team, subjects gave us hours of their time and resources for interviews. People trusted us to tell their stories. You can't do good journalism without that trust, and that's been at minimum bruised by this sale and the dismantling of the team.
Our readers and viewers are wonderful. I applied to work at Polygon because I read a comment chain on the site that I expected to be full of sexism and vitriol. Instead I found thoughtful people having a civil and intelligent discussion. What a rarity on the internet!
Did you know that Polygon's YouTube comments have always been overwhelmingly positive? My games journalist colleagues at other sites marveled at the fact that at Polygon, I never got hate mail. Was never harassed. That I could scroll freely through the comments of any video that I or my colleagues made and see people appreciating our work. That is so, so rare.
I worked at Vox Media for 9 years. The week before the sale, as I was preparing to go on vacation, I stayed up till 5 AM so that I could finish my next video. No one asked me to do that! That was frankly stupid, considering how little you and the company valued our work. This doesn't make me look very good or very smart, but I'm including it anyway.
The truth is I like working and the feeling of productivity, and I liked what I was making. I felt like that made it worth it.
It didn't! I suppose what I am saying is that Polygon's employees did everything possible to make the site a success. We built a profitable, respected publication.
You, and Vox Media's leadership, didn't know what to do with it. You failed to make a good thing work for you. That's quite sad, and quite an indictment on Vox Media as a whole.
I used to have a lot of faith in the company's longevity. I don't anymore, because of your poor decision-making, and your failure to listen to the people who were telling you what Polygon needed.
I had always said that Vox Media is an amazing employer. That out of all the media companies, it was the best. I encouraged people who are bright and hard-working and talented to apply for work there. I felt so lucky to have my job. I don't think you know yet how many bridges you've burned with people like me who would've jumped at the chance to work for you, and let themselves be exploited along the way.
A couple years ago, a former employee told me that digital media would never love me back, and that I should leave Vox. They said I wouldn't understand how much the company takes from its employees until I tried working somewhere else.
Well, now I work for Valnet! Thank you for the push out the door!
Meanwhile, if you couldn't make a profitable website like Polygon work, then what hope is there for my colleagues at other Vox outlets?
How many unprofitable ventures will be propped up with profits from the Polygon sale, and for how long? Before you and the folks with a head for business (or so I'm told!) have to hit the ledgers again and find something to sell, or someone to let go. Or will the company just enjoy a tax write-off for 2025 and then ⊠what?
Polygon was special, and it was valuable, and it was profitable, and you sold it, at a time when the economy was at a low point - and when Polygon, against all odds, was still making money.
This does not make sense to me. Please feel free to respond and convince me.
Sincerely, Simone de Rochefort"
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(A/Nâ because the secret relationship trope is one of my all time favoritesâ)
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Dick and Tim weren't expecting much when they visitedâbroke intoâ Jason's apartment. Honestly, despite never being there (because frankly they thought he'd open fire for their trespassing) they had very low expectations for his living style.
After all, Jason was used to the bare minimum. Pretty much all of his past safe houses were almost empty, sans a place to sleep, research, and hide things.
When they got there, picking the window lock on the 5th floor of a nearly empty apartment building in a much shadier area of town, they were expecting the same thing they had always seenâtake out containers, traps, a messy bed laying on the floor without a frame. Probably some rat traps and maybe a few threatening signs, telling them to get out.
Instead, they found a fully furnished apartment that smelled of... cinnamon? Vanilla? What was that smell? They weren't sure, but it was sweet.
The couch had matching cushions, the tv was on a stand instead of sitting on the ground, the kitchen actually had a basket of fruit on the counter instead of a trashcan filled with old Chinese food.
"This is ...weird," Tim muttered, swiping his hand over the countertop, expecting dust but finding it clean and smelling of lemon cleaning product. "Are you sure this is the right place?"
Dick nodded. "According to the most recent address we have," he replied, glancing around at the art on the wall and the blankets strewn over the couch. "I sure as hell hope it is. Otherwise we just broke into someone's apartment."
That would definitely be bad. Especially if Bruce found out.
Thankfully it was only a few seconds later that Jason walked out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. Which, to their relief proved that they had the correct address.
He stopped dead in his tracks, his hair still messy from sleep, his voice still gravely as he asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh...we needed your help," Tim answered, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Did you just wake up?"
It certainly looked like it. After all, he was still in his sweatpants, no shirt in sight. It was after eleven am, though. They had assumed he would be up by now.
Jason heaved a sigh, crossing their path to start a pot of coffee. "And it couldn't have been a text message? Or a phone call?"
"Not really," Dick replied, watching his brother look through a drawer of coffee pods.
Since when did Jason drink anything other than straight black instant coffee that was probably three days old and freezing cold?
Tim, despite the mild befuddled expression, went on to elaborate about their visit. "Look we know you have the day off, but there's new information on the case with Penguin and Bruce saidâ"
"Jay?"
Tim stopped as he was interrupted, his eyebrows cinching as he turned his head to the voice of the sound.
You.
Your eyes were as wide, if not wider than theirs when you walked in, wearing far less than acceptable clothing in the form of a bra and shorts that were a smidge too tight.
"Who the hell..." Dick was already muttering, like a deer in headlights.
It took Jason all of two seconds to grab his favorite jacket, putting it over your shoulders to keep them from seeing any more of your skin than he found acceptable.
Even as you pulled it tightly to cover your attire, the jacket, which swallowed most of you, still hit your thighs. Their eyes cast down at your bare legs as you tugged his jacket lower awkwardly.
"Hey!" Jason snapped both figuratively and literally, his voice loud and his fingers waving in their faces. "Eyes up here."
"huh? Wh- sorry," Dick murmured, still confused as he motioned to you. "We weren't expecting uh... anyone else to be here..."
"Yeah, that makes four of us, I'm sure," you mumbled quietly, glancing over your shoulder at Jason who towered over you. "I'm just gonna...go get dressed."
He nodded, his hands still on your shoulders as he stood behind you. "Good idea."
Slowly backing away as his hands left your shoulders you waved weakly. "It was...nice meeting you," you remarked with an awkward nose scrunch, pointing over your shoulder. "I'll uh... I'll be in the bedroom."
As you left, the door shutting quickly and loudly, Dick and Tim could both see the look in their brother's eyes which simultaneously told them not to ask and to never ever say a word about you walking out in your pajamas like that.
"I guess we know where the throw pillows came from," Tim noted.
#headcanon#x reader#plethorawrites#dc comics#batboys#jason todd x reader#jason todd#jason todd imagine#jason todd x you#jason todd imagines#jason todd i love you#jason todd x fem!reader
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Hi! As someone who grew up in (I think?) New England and now lives in the UK, is living outside the US all it's made out to be? I know you moved a while ago and didn't go to "escape the US", but I imagine you can offer some insight. I'm sorry to be projecting some envy on to you, but the life you describe seems so lovely and livable. Your neighbors, your chickens, your gardens--it seems like you have some actual community. I (probably incorrectly) picture you living in the stereotypical British cottage that all of the British chicken-keeping companies seem to use to advertise their products. When I picture life in Europe, I picture the small fragments of life that we get from you and other bloggers, like the one with the escapist pet llama in France. I know that the UK has plenty of problems, and that we are only seeing slivers of your actual life, but do you think there's a different sense of community and livability over there that we don't have here? New England is also so standoffish that it might just be negatively skewing my perception of the US, too. Thanks for your thoughts, if you want to give them!
Iâm sorry it took so long to reply!
I'm going to write a personal response about the impact of material conditions on parenting, because I think that's the most useful response and outcome. However, this response will be missing a lot of the political framing that it ought to have. I believe that describing the policies and infrastructure that the UK has, and how they impact on myself, explains a lot about how I am able to parent, what my life looks like, and in turn how that impacts a society. I think it is useful to outline SPECIFIC POLICIES and show what they do, because understanding specific material changes is a necessary part of any shift, let alone revolution. So this is not about escaping anywhere, or anywhere being better than anywhere else; it's about frameworks that I use which are (essentially) nonexistent in the USA, and how they contribute to a liveable society. It might seem like "why does a question about your life sounding nice, with chickens, start with 'maternity leave'?" but... this is the answer.
1. Parental Leave In the UK, parental leave is a minimum 6 months. After the first 6 weeks of full pay, the government pays you a very small stipend every week (currently ÂŁ188/week) plus a very small child benefit. Some jobs offer better-paid leave as a benefit. You accrue your fully paid vacation time (6+ weeks) while on leave, and therefore most people use it at the end of their leave to pad it out. Parental leave can usually be split between parents. A perfectly normal thing is for a mother to take the first 6 months, then hand the baby to Dad for his three months off with it. Impacts of parental leave on my personal life: - I had time and space to adjust to being a parent. - I was able to pay my bills while not working. - Our children went to nursery (daycare) when they were over the age of 1. - I was able to return to work in the exact same job, back into the benefits of working (which, for me, include intellectual exercise and making a positive impact on the world.) Impacts of parental leave on society: - "it takes a village to raise a child" - well, here's the bloody village. - You spend time attentively raising a baby, in a stage of life where that returns a lot of dividends. - You have a year to make "parenting friends," forming networks and not being isolated. Everyone else with a baby the same age is doing exactly the same thing too. - Babies grow up in social circles with friends pre-installed. - Parents develop support networks. - "Toddler group" culture is normalised. On parental leave you are supported to build and structure a social life. - There is daily foot traffic and people moving around towns during the day, because Not Everyone is At Work. Some number of mothers are in coffee shops with babies every day of the week. Some number of parents are always drifting through libraries on a Thursday morning. In any town there will be adults in their 30s engaging with local resources, shops, events, classes, museums, culture, and friendships during the weekday - because they are having a year off with their baby. This is hard to articulate, but has huge knock-on effects. - after all, things like shops and museums and libraries are expected to be Always Open (staffed by workers) but workers are also expected to be Always Working (at places that are open) so when are working people going to use these resources? - people can be friendly and know the people in their community if they have had some time, space and reason to meet them.
Culture of part-time working In the UK it's very normal for kids to have two working parents, with one - or both - parents working part-time. That's what my husband and I do. Impacts of part-time working on my family: - My partner and I each spend one day a week with our nursery-age child while the other two are in school, allowing us to have a relationship with the youngest that isn't a constant four-way tug-of-war. - We meet our friends in a regular, routine heartbeat of connection, social expression, and support. It is extremely good to see your good friends once a week, and maintaining friendships over years is extremely good for you. - it's very good for the kids. not only do they have a lot of parental attention (which improves behaviour, teaches them skills, makes them good citizens, etc) but they see their own best friends all the time, building their own relationships and connecting THEM to the networks of "village." - we have adults during the week who can do things like go to the bank, pick up prescriptions, or do other capacity-balancing things within work hours. - we can collect our schoolchildren from school and they don't need afterschool care 2 days out of 5, saving money and letting us see our kids. - working part time means that we need to take less time off work over school half-terms and holidays. Impacts of part time working on society: - more working adults are available during the week to do things like the PTA, local committees, local volunteering, local mutual aid, local classes and groups. More working adults can do things like walk their dogs, have allotments, and take their kids swimming. Working adults can run toddler groups for new parents, who then return to work part-time, to come and help run the toddler group. - I feel like this is obvious, but if you want a society with amenities, then you have to staff and use the amenities. - If you don't have part-time workers, you're relying on retired and nonworking people to run your communities during the week - and they do a brilliant job! - but a balanced society should have people of different ages and abilities working together. - again, you have people in coffee shops in the week; you have people USING things and DOING things in the week. - you are NOT forcing one parent into Permanent Babycarer Role and one parent into Permanent Worker Role! This is threaded through all of these points, but you do NOT have to set up a permanent Stay At Home Parent / Working Parent dynamic when your society offers infrastructure for flexibility and supportive policies.
More Holiday (and different school holidays) Okay, so you're a working parent in the USA. You get 2 weeks of vacation time a year... and your kids are off school for 10-12 weeks of summer. how do you work and also raise your kids? well, usually through some unholy feats of juggling, expensive summer camps, and relying HEAVILY on family. This isn't sensible or necessary. (It's also incredibly hard on American teachers.) but it DOES mean that parents are in a vulnerable state in America. In many American families, the three-month childcare gap in summer makes it really hard for women in particular to work, widening inequality. In the UK, workers usually have 6 weeks of holiday. School summer holidays are only 6 weeks long. There are lots of other holidays - every six weeks, kids get a week off for Half Term - but with two parents and a culture of part-time working, you can just about cover it every year, and still have a bit of vacation time for yourself, Christmas, and travel. What this means for my family: - We can have three kids and two nearly-full-time jobs. - We see a reasonable amount of our children. What this means for society: - you've possibly picked up on the recurring theme that the USA requires a Designated Parent to be removed from the workforce/society and turned into a permanent caretaker, because otherwise the family couldn't manage the admin. The knock-on effects (resentful caretaker, resentful breadwinner, stressed out children, family with less economic/emotional resilience, caretaker expected to do all domestic chores and admin, breadwinner expected to exhaust themselves to provide resources, children do not interact/engage with breadwinner) form the backbone of the American family unit, which is not a great (or default) way of actually raising kids. - another huge expectation in America is that Family and the Church will step in to provide this missing material support - i.e. church summer camps. or grandparents taking the kids. Which - what do you do if you're not Christian? if you're estranged? if you're queer? if you moved away from the small town where that would have worked? if your parents are harmful or unsafe? again, policy changes and infrastructure are making family life workable.
Better Nursery Options (and nursery support) The UK has some of the worst nursery options and highest bills in Europe, I think? (citation needed) but it's still cheaper and higher-quality than the USA. My mother in the USA is always ranting about "don't you want to raise your OWN children?" and "they will be harmed by their carers, or made to watch TV!" but on the contrary - I LIKE my kids having multiple caretakers and a qualified professional care team. they are NOT watching TV. their nursery staff take them to do LOVELY THINGS and I can work an ENTIRE DAY without being CLIMBED ON. There is SOME financial support available for sending kids to nursery. From the age of 3, or younger if the parents are low-income, kids receive 30 hours a week free childcare from the government. (in practice they've just changed this and it isn't as great as it sounds but it's a slight savings). What this meant for my family: - I could afford three kids. And they are EXACTLY three years apart (lol). this means that as each child turned 3 and got cheaper childcare, the next one started, so we were never paying 2x nursery bills. - This allowed us to have children, a nice number and a nice age gap, who would therefore grow up together as a nice sibling set, but we could afford it and afford their childcare. - this literally shaped my family. size, age gap, and choices. everything about their dynamics, their relationships, and their future as siblings was shaped by this random scrap of policy. What this means for society: - EVEN STAY-AT-HOME MOTHERS IN BRITAIN SEND THEIR THREE-YEAR-OLD KIDS TO NURSERY. - EVEN CHILDMINDERS (people who run in-home childcare facilities alongside raising their own kids) PUT THEIR KIDS IN OTHER NURSERIES! - that's right - stay-at-home mothers DESERVE breaks. it's an EXHAUSTING job, with no recharge time or holiday, and tremendous pressure to be perfect all the time. - it is so, so normal to use nursery. it's not a bad choice, or a place to "park" your children, or something Bad Parents do, or something you Must Become A Stay At Home Parent to Avoid Using. there are no terrors of satanists or people being hurt or kids being locked in closets, as many Americans do worry about. having help with childcare is just a wider village, a care team, another aspect of your kids' lives. - seriously, if you speak to American parents on the internet, it isn't just a financial thing - daycare is perceived as being BAD for children, something a good mom should break herself to avoid using. - in the UK it's... nursery. Kids go to nursery. you pick the days. they go and pick daisies. - it's okay to have a break from parenting and being Touched all the time. - it's very good for kids to start making friends and having other carers.
Decent schooling In England, free public schooling starts at aged 4. children wear uniforms from age 4. hot meals are about ÂŁ3 a day and are free for the first few years. there are no metal detectors or shootings. kids learn phonics, cursive, maths, tech, cooking, art, sports, etc. at a reasonable standard, not dependent on local property taxes - okay, so, background: in the USA schools budgets are state-set, but are ALSO often linked to local property taxes and local funding pots. so schools in "poor" areas generally have less resources, while schools in areas with nice houses and Good School Districts have a completely different experience. In some USA schools, teachers have to use food banks and buy pencils for their own students. It's all pretty wild and inconsistent. This is somewhat true in the UK (better schools tend to be in 'better' areas) but the funding is more consistently given and there is a national-level monitoring and regulation program. (it isn't left up to 50 insane separate states who all want to strip school budgets and cut their funding to do this according to Personal Vibes.) this means that you can just... send your kids to school. they learn things. and then come home. It's fine. you can just send your kids to school. everyone else is too. Many communities are walkable, and "driving kids to school" is not the default. Kids are expected to become independent earlier, and society is expected to be safer. at the age of 11 they usually walk to school with their friends. What this means for my family: - my kids are pleasant, the older two can read, they have opportunities and are supported. I don't feel like school is damaging them. On the contrary. - it isn't on me as (Femme Parent) to be their entire cultural and intellectual education. they're exposed to diverse viewpoints, people, and teachers. their mental landscapes are broader and more resilient than if it had just been me. - (I was homeschooled, you see.) What this means for society: - children are mildly educated. - children are fairly safe when they're Away From You. - teachers are a reasonable profession that's normal to go into. and teachers live fairly normal lives. - social inequality is reduced through equity introduced in education. - educational opportunities are more consistent and less stratified. - children can safely get out of family homes (and parents can work).
walkable communities, but you got that.
public transport, but you know about that.
socialised healthcare, but you get that. As a result of all these things, raising a family is materially different in the UK, with effects that knock on throughout. With one or two tweaks - now you have present and engaged fathers. Now women can be working parents without breaking themselves in half. Now babies make friends they'll keep their whole lives. Now you CAN be distant from toxic family because you don't need family support to raise kids. But all of those things could be put into policy. They are not something British people invented. ANY SOCIETY THAT LAYS THINGS OUT COULD ACHIEVE THIS. And I think that's worth saying and laying out. Livable communities can be made livable with livable infrastructure. infrastructure is something we can make.
#a lot of this is parenting-framed but it's the lens through which my social connections and stories are being told#I am in my community doing things and telling stories because it's the community I'm in and the stories happen because I live here#but the fact that I'm doing this stuff or having funny conversations or friendships is because I see people in my community in my week.#and that comes down to: I've met them.
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So About That ArmorâŠ
I regret to inform myself that I like it.
If you haven't seen it:


I'll give you time to take it in. This is a static, (hopefully) eternal text post, so take your time.
Ok so before I go further, you are allowed to have any and all opinions about the armor. Do not listen to me; I am a stranger on the internet who attaches himself to fictional murder cyborgs and treats them like kitty cats.
So first of all, it's weird. And I like it for that. Even if I found it to be the most infuriating piece of costume design ever, I still wouldn't be able to help but respect it for how strange it is.
When it comes to fanworks, adaptations, new installments in a franchise, or even just different takes on the same trope, I love it when creators take things in an unconventional or even seemingly unrelated direction that upon closer inspection still relates to the base or original concept. To get what I mean, think goth interpretations of Rarity or Cosmopoliturtle's Pokémon redesigns. The TV series armor sits alongside these for me, because this was the thought process of the designer, Tommy Arnold:

First of all, it is so funny that The Company would just brand their armor and by extension their secunits, their combat/security products, like Louis Vuitton bags. Also, the logo of The Company strikes a nice balance between being simple enough to be easily reproducible and recognizable, but complex enough to read as a logo and not just a simple shape or pattern. Plus, The Company logo being mostly just concentric Cs, clever there.
But there's also some worldbuilding and character expression in this design.
The Corporation Rim is just capitalism but more. A company slathering everything and everyone they create and own in mountains of logos, even when it's potentially impractical, showcases just how extensive corporatism is in this setting. Additionally, this design could be something of a status marker. Secunits are high end additions and/or alternatives to other security measures. Much like how logos on purses, tennis shoes, and cars serve to tell observers, "I have the fancy, expensive version of [insert category of thing here] ergo I am a very wealthy/powerful/cool person", a secunit covered in corporate logos communicates the high status and access of the client(s).
Now what was one of the first things we learned about Murderbot in the books? It disabled its governor module, the thing preventing it from defying orders and having any level of freedom, but instead of doing what it could to leave The Company, Murderbot just stayed with it and kept doing its intended function. For over four years. What else do we learn in the first book? That it feels most comfortable in the armor because this prevents humans from seeing its face, from treating it more like a person or human rather than a tool or bot. This makes the armor being composed of the logo of the group that both created and hurt Murderbot very symbolic.
Murderbot has internalized the message that it is a dangerous weapon and not a person deserving of care to the point that, at least at the beginning of the series, it shies away from anything that insists that it deserves the same kindness that humans do. It's only ever been taught what the company built it to do, so it doesn't know what to do next once it's obtained some semblance of freedom for itself by disabling its mental shock collar and so keeps doing what it's always done, even though it very much would rather not be in such a situation. Even by the most recent book, System Collapse, Murderbot is still wrestling with the idea that it matters beyond how it can assist others. Murderbot finding comfort hiding behind the very thing that will not let you forget the company that enslaves it, is just juicy theming.
Also, the helmet looking so weird works well with how many humans don't know what secunits look like, with some not even thinking they have human-like faces. If you had no context for this image, you might very well assume this is a fully robot character or even a statue.
I have my own gripes and worries and hopes concerning the upcoming show, but I just couldnât get this fun bit of character design analysis out of my head. Shouldnât have watched so much TB Skyen.
#Tmbd#the murderbot diaries#Murderbot tv show#Murderbot#Murderbot diaries#my rambles#Beautiful beasties#mbtv
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Contracts
Mina x Male Reader
word count: 20K
commissioned fic
Six months is a long time to sit with an unanswered question, but it hasnât felt like that. The days blurred into each other, filled with relentless work and little else. You buried yourself in it. Meetings that stretched until midnight, furious emails fired off at 2 AM, a stream of initiatives you pushed through without second-guessing. It wasnât just about productivity anymoreâit was personal. An escape, a distraction, a weapon you wielded against your own thoughts.
But Mina still lingers, doesnât she? Her face, her laugh, the way she looked at you that night before you kissed her. The memory clings to the corners of your mind like a ghost. She disappeared without a trace. No goodbye, no explanation. Youâd gone to her apartment a few days after her phone went silent, desperate for answers. You hadnât planned it, hadnât thought it throughâyou just needed to see her, to ask why. But it was too late.
You donât know what you did wrong. Or if you even did anything wrong at all. You go over every moment you spent with her, from the first time you saw her to the last time she smiled at you, trying to piece together the reason she vanished. But all youâre left with is the memory of herâthe mystery, the pink collar, the way she kissed you like she meant it.
You met her on one of the worst nights of your life.
It was the same day the HR audit came crashing down on you and Joy, threatening to turn your office affair into a scandal. You were careful, you always were, but careful doesnât count for shit when someone decides to start digging. Joyâbrilliant, confident, razor-sharp Joyâwas collateral damage. They moved her into a new position in another department, far enough away to keep your reputations clean but not close enough to keep her in your orbit.
You were furious that night. Not at herânever at herâbut at the situation. At the loss. At the fact that you could still smell her perfume in your office but knew she wouldnât be back.
Thatâs why you were at the hotel rooftop bar, whiskey in hand, trying to burn off the frustration of the day. It wasnât your scene, not really, but you didnât want to go home either. Your mansion felt too empty, too still.
And then you saw her.
Mina was sitting alone at a small table near the edge of the rooftop, a glass of wine in front of her that she barely touched. Her dark hair fell in loose waves around her face, and a thin pink collar around her neck, catching the light whenever she shifted. She didnât look like the kind of person who came to places like this. There was no boldness in her, no hunger to be seen. Instead, she looked fragile, almost⊠lost.
You hadnât planned to talk to her. Hell, you werenât even sure why you walked over in the first place. But something about her drew you in, like a song you couldnât ignore.
âMind if I sit?â you asked, standing just close enough to catch her attention.
She startled slightly, her dark eyes meeting yours. For a moment, she just stared, like she couldnât decide if you were a threat or just a stranger. And then, finally, she nodded. âSure.â
From there, it unfolded in a way you didnât expect. She was quiet, reserved, but there was something magnetic about her presence. The way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear when she was nervous. The soft lilt of her voice when she finally started to relax. You spent hours at that table, talking about nothing and everything.
She didnât know who you were. In fact, she disappeared before she even knew your last name. And that's what irritates you the most, she wasnât trying to impress you or pry into your life. She was just⊠Mina. Delicate, thoughtful, a little melancholic. And when she finally laughed at one of your terrible jokes, it hit you like a gut punch. That laugh was worth chasing.
When the night wound down, you couldnât leave it there. You asked if she was free the following Friday, and while she hesitated at first, she eventually said yes. That yes was everything.

Over the next few weeks, you saw her again and again. Dinner dates, quiet walks, coffee in tucked-away cafes. Every time, she wore that pink collar around her neck, like it was her signature. Sometimes she paired it with pink earrings or a soft cardigan, little pops of color that somehow suited her perfectly.
She fascinated you. She was so different from anyone else in your life. While most people around you were loud, demanding, or always trying to prove something, Mina was the opposite. She was quiet, thoughtful, and mysterious. And that mysteryâit got under your skin. She was careful about what she shared, especially about her personal life. Every time you asked about her work, sheâd deflect or give vague answers, like she was hiding something. It didnât feel malicious, thoughâjust private. And for a while, you let it slide.
Because being with her felt good. It felt right.
You fell for her without even realizing it. It wasnât one big momentâit was a series of small ones. The way her eyes lit up when she talked about a book she loved. The way she chewed her bottom lip when she was nervous. The way sheâd trace the rim of her glass absentmindedly during your dates.
And then there was the night you kissed her.
It was after dinner, and you were walking her back to her apartment. The street was quiet, the air cool against your skin. She looked up at you, her dark eyes catching the glow of a streetlamp, and you couldnât stop yourself. You stepped closer, brushing your fingers against her cheek, and when she didnât pull away, you kissed her.
It wasnât just a kissâit was the kiss. The kind that made everything else fall away. Her lips were soft and warm, and when she kissed you back, clutching the front of your jacket like she didnât want to let go, you thought, This is it. This is the moment.
When you pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven. She looked at you like youâd just knocked the wind out of her, and you knew she felt it too.
But that was the last time you saw her.
The next day, her phone went straight to voicemail. The day after that, her number wasnât receiving messages anymore. You waited a few days, hoping it was some kind of mistake, but when you went to her apartment to find her, you were told sheâd moved out.
No forwarding address. No explanation. Just gone.
You spent the next six months wondering. Did she like you? Did she feel the same way? Was the kiss too much, too soon? Or was there something else, something bigger that you didnât see coming?
You donât have answers. All you have is the ache of her absence and the memories she left behind. And that damn pink collar, burned into your mind like a ghost you canât let go of.
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The office feels different when you walk in. Not unfamiliar, but strained. Itâs subtleâan edge in the air that clings to the walls, the carpet, even the people. You feel it the second you step off the elevator, pulling your carry-on behind you, your suit jacket slung over one shoulder. The receptionist glances up from her desk, her usual smile faltering before she offers a polite âWelcome back.â Itâs not much, but you notice it.
Youâre too tired for this shit. Ten days of nonstop flights, endless presentations, and late-night negotiations in boardrooms on the other side of the world. Foreign investors who didnât understandâor didnât want to understandâthe pitch. Cultural nuances you had to navigate carefully, smiling through every insult wrapped in a compliment. You came back expecting at least a day to decompress, but instead, youâre greeted with a summons to the conference room like youâre an employee being called into HR.
The floor is quiet as you make your way down the hallway, your polished shoes muffled against the carpet. Too quiet. You glance into a few open offices, catching glimpses of employees huddled over desks, their eyes darting away when they notice you. Itâs not paranoia; you know how they talk when youâre not around. They think you donât hear it. That youâre too far up the ladder to notice the whispers about Joy, about the HR audit, about your temper. About your recent decisions. But you notice. And right now, you donât care enough to put on a show.
When you push open the door to the conference room, theyâre all there: the board members, key investors, a couple of senior executives. A carefully curated group of people who like to pretend theyâre on your side but are really just here to protect their interests.
âWelcome back,â says Marianne from marketing, her tone overly cheerful, like sheâs trying to neutralize the temperature in the room before it boils over.
âSpare me,â you say, dropping your bag by the door and shrugging off your jacket. You toss it onto the back of a chair, not bothering to sit yet. âWhatâs so urgent that it couldnât wait until tomorrow?â
Thereâs a beat of hesitation. The group exchanges glances, as if silently debating whoâs going to take the hit and speak first. Itâs Greg, of courseâan older board member whoâs been around since the early days but never lets you forget how much he disapproves of how youâve âchangedâ since then.
âWe wanted to discuss the upcoming gala,â Greg says, his voice slow and deliberate, like heâs addressing a particularly difficult child. âItâs an important event, and we need to ensure weâre putting our best foot forward.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes for a moment. âThe gala,â you repeat flatly. âThatâs what this is about?â
âItâs not just any gala,â Marianne says quickly, leaning forward in her chair. âItâs the philanthropic tech event of the year. A lot of eyes will be on us, andââ
âAnd you think I donât know how these events work?â you cut her off. You can feel the room tense, but you donât care. âIâve been to enough of them to know theyâre all the same. CEOs patting themselves on the back for donating money they wonât miss, a parade of egos disguised as charity. What exactly do you need me there for?â
Marianne hesitates, her gaze flicking to Greg like sheâs hoping heâll take over. He does. âBecause, like it or not, youâre the face of this company,â Greg says, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands over his stomach. âYou canât just send someone else to represent us. That would send the wrong message.â
âWhat message would that be?â you snap, finally sitting down at the head of the table. âThat Iâm too busy actually running the company to waste my time playing dress-up with a bunch of people I can barely stand?â
Thereâs a silence that stretches just a little too long. Then one of the investorsâa younger guy with a suit that probably cost more than your first office didâclears his throat. âLook, we get it. Youâre busy. But this isnât just about appearances. The auto manufacturers will be there. The same ones weâve been trying to get on board with the software project. This could be the perfect opportunity to⊠plant some seeds.â
You hesitate, running a hand through your hair. As much as youâd love to blow this whole conversation off, you canât ignore the opportunity. The car software is a game-changerâyour brainchild, built to make vehicles smarter, smoother, and damn near self-sufficient. Real-time diagnostics, predictive maintenance, AI-driven efficiency tweaksâitâs all there, cutting down waste, boosting performance, and making sure no oneâs stranded on the side of the road because their engine decided to have a meltdown. Itâs not your first rodeo, either. Youâve already spearheaded optimization software for logistics firms, shaving seconds off response times and millions off wasted fuel. The automation tools you built for manufacturing? Same dealâstreamlining operations, reducing errors, and making sure no one has to play babysitter to outdated systems. If this gala gets the right people listening, maybe itâs worth putting on a suit and playing nice.
âFine,â you say finally, your voice clipped. âIâll go. But Iâm not promising anything beyond showing up.â
âThatâs all we need,â Marianne says quickly, relief flooding her voice. But then she hesitates, her smile faltering slightly. âWell⊠almost all.â
You narrow your eyes at her. âWhat now?â
âItâs justâŠâ She glances around the room, clearly hoping someone else will say it. But no one does, so she presses on. âThese events are as much about perception as they are about substance. Most attendees bring someone with themâa partner, a date. Itâs⊠expected.â
You lean back in your chair, staring at her like sheâs just asked you to juggle flaming knives. âYou want me to bring a date?â
âIt doesnât have to be a date,â she says quickly, holding up her hands. âJust someone. Itâs all about the image we present. Polished, relatableââ
âRelatable,â you cut her off, the word dripping with sarcasm. âThatâs what weâre going for now?â
Her face flushes, but she holds her ground. âItâs about optics,â she says firmly. âThese events are political, whether we like it or not. And if we want to maintain our standing in the industry, we need to play the game.â
The room goes quiet again, all eyes on you. You can feel the unspoken tension, the undercurrent of unease thatâs been building ever since the audit. Theyâre worried about you. About your temper, your decisions, the fallout from Joyâs reassignment. They donât say it, but itâs written all over their faces.
You stand abruptly, pushing back your chair with a scrape that makes a few people flinch. âIâll think about it,â you say, your tone cold.
Before anyone can say another word, you grab your jacket and bag and walk out, the door closing behind you with a decisive click. You donât look back.
You head to your office, shutting the door behind you and sinking into the chair behind your desk. The city sprawls out beyond the glass wall, its lights twinkling like a sea of restless stars. You stare at it, your thoughts drifting despite yourself.
The idea of bringing someone to the gala feels⊠impossible. Youâre not exactly the dating type these days. Work has consumed you, chewed up whatever was left of your personal life after Mina disappeared. And the thought of standing in a room full of egos and ulterior motives, pretending to care about small talk, feels like a special kind of hell.
But the software. The cars. The deals you could makeâŠ
You lean back in your chair, exhaling slowly. âRelatable,â you mutter to yourself, the word bitter on your tongue.
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The week barrels by, every day a relentless stream of meetings, strategy calls, and preparation for the gala. Itâs happening in Vienna, a city as gilded and ostentatious as the egos that will crowd into its marble halls for this spectacle of âphilanthropy.â Between the chaos of work and the logistics of the trip, you nearly forget about the whole date situationâuntil the executives start harping on it again.
âYou need to bring someone,â one of them had insisted just this morning, his voice grating as he delivered the same spiel youâve been hearing for days. âThese events are as much about perception as they are about deals. A polished image. Approachable. Human.â
It doesnât matter how much you hate this game, or how fake it all feelsâappearances do matter. And the truth is, thereâs no one you want to bring. The thought of dragging some boring socialite or ambitious entrepreneur along for the night feels unbearable.
Thatâs when you remember the card.
Youâre halfway through packing for the trip when you spot it in your desk drawer, tucked under a stack of old notes and business receipts. Itâs sleek, black, and understated, with only a name and a phone number embossed in silver. One of your friends, another billionaire tech genius with a taste for indulgence, had passed it to you years ago over whiskey in his penthouse. âFor emergencies,â heâd said with a wink, and youâd stuffed it in your pocket, brushing it off as something youâd never need.
Now, thoughâŠ
You think back to the last time you hired an escort. It had been a wasteânothing but a pretty face with no substance, a shallow girl who bored you half to death with vapid chatter before the sex finally salvaged the night. Youâd sworn off the idea after that. But this card, this agency, is supposed to be different. Exclusive. No websites, no social media, nothing that leaves a trail. Just a whisper network for the ultra-rich. And right now, with the gala looming and no other options, itâs starting to feel like your best bet.
On your private jet, somewhere over Europe, you make the call.
The woman who answers is professional but guarded, her tone smooth and unhurried. âYes?â
âI need someone,â you say, skipping past pleasantries. âFor an event tomorrow night in Vienna. The best you have, and I donât care what it costs.â
Thereâs a pause on the other end, a beat too long. âThatâs not quite how we operate, sir,â she says, her voice carefully measured. âOur process is tailored, discreet. Weââ
You cut her off, your tone firm and impatient. âI donât need the details. Just make it happen. Iâll pay triple.â
The offer hangs in the air, and you can practically hear her calculating on the other end. Money talks, and youâre fluent in it.
âVery well,â she says finally, her voice softening just slightly. âWeâll send someone to meet you at the event. Sheâll be dressed appropriately. I'll call you later to finalize the details.â
âGood,â you say, and hang up without waiting for a response.
By the time you land in Vienna, youâre running on fumes. The trip has been exhausting, and all you want is a few hours of sleep before the circus begins. The hotel is luxurious but impersonal, all polished stone and muted elegance. You crash almost as soon as you hit the bed.
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The night of the gala arrives faster than youâd like, and youâre already on edge as you step into the limousine waiting outside the hotel. The city lights blur past the tinted windows, but your mind is elsewhere.
You havenât thought about Joy in a while, not really. But tonight, as you sit in the back of the car, waiting for your escort to arrive, her memory creeps back in. You think about how effortless it wouldâve been to bring her. She wouldâve been perfectâher smile, her smart mind, the way she always seemed to put you at ease without even trying. But sheâs gone. They took her away from you.
Your security guard interrupts your thoughts with a knock on the window. You roll it down, barely glancing at him. âWhat is it?â
âSheâs here,â he says, holding out the card she gave him. Itâs identical to the one in your desk, confirming sheâs from the agency.
You nod, gesturing for him to let her in. âSend her over.â
The door opens, and she steps inside, her soft âGood eveningâ breaking the quiet.
You glance up, expecting nothing more than another pretty face. And then the air leaves your lungs.
Itâs her.
Mina.
For a moment, you canât think, canât speak, canât fucking breathe. Sheâs standing there, halfway into the car, her hand gripping the doorframe like she needs the support. Sheâs just as shocked as you areâher dark eyes wide, her lips slightly parted as she stares at you like sheâs seen a ghost.
âMina?â you manage to say, your voice rough and disbelieving.
Her name seems to snap her out of it. She swallows hard, her gaze darting away as she steps fully into the car and sits down across from you. âI⊠didnât realize it was you,â she says quietly.
You stare at her, still trying to process what the hell is happening. Sheâs different, but not. Her hair is styled more elegantly, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her dress is black and fitted, hugging her slender frame and dipping low enough to hint at the curve of her breasts. But itâs the pink collar around her neck that catches your attention, that unmistakable touch of Mina that tugs at something deep inside you.
âYouâreâŠâ You trail off, shaking your head as if thatâll make sense of any of this. âYouâre the escort?â
Her cheeks flush, and she looks down at her hands, folded neatly in her lap. âYes,â she says softly, her voice tight with shame.
Your mind is a mess, a thousand questions crashing into each other. She was gone. Disappeared without a trace. And now here she is, sitting across from you, dressed to kill and working for a high-class escort agency.
For a moment, neither of you says anything. The silence is heavy, charged, the air between you thick with unspoken words.
Finally, you lean forward, your elbows resting on your knees as you look at her. âWhere the hell have you been, Mina?â
She doesnât answer right away. Instead, she glances out the window, her profile illuminated by the passing streetlights. âItâs⊠complicated,â she says eventually.
âComplicated?â you repeat, your tone sharper than you intended. âYou disappeared. No calls, no messages. Nothing. And now I find out youâre⊠this?â You gesture vaguely, frustration bleeding into your words.
Her eyes snap back to yours, a flicker of defiance breaking through her shame. âYou donât understand,â she says, her voice trembling but firm.
âYouâre right,â you say, your jaw tightening. âI donât. So why donât you explain it to me?â
But she doesnât. She just sits there, her gaze dropping back to her lap, her fingers tightening around the hem of her dress.
You exhale sharply, leaning back in your seat and running a hand over your face. This is not how you expected tonight to go. Not even close.
And yet, despite the anger simmering in your chest, you canât stop looking at her. Canât ignore how beautiful she is, how utterly mesmerizing she looks sitting there in the dim light of the car.
Mina. After all this time.
For a split second, you think about kicking her out of the car. The words are halfway out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. âI should make you get out,â you say coldly, the weight of everythingâher disappearance, her reappearance like this, her fucking jobâall slamming into you at once.
Mina flinches, her body going rigid as she stares at you, her wide eyes glistening like youâve just slapped her.
But then you catch yourself. The anger, the confusion, the tidal wave of emotionsâitâs too much, too fast. You take a deep breath, dragging a hand down your face and forcing yourself to calm the hell down. âI didnât mean that,â you say, your voice softer now, but still tense. âItâs just⊠this is a lot to process.â
Mina doesnât say anything at first, but her shoulders relax slightly. She looks down at her hands, folded neatly in her lap, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress. âI understand,â she says quietly, though her tone is laced with something elseâshame, maybe, or resignation.
You lean back in your seat, running your hand over your face again. Part of you doesnât know whether to be furious or relieved. Youâd convinced yourself she was gone for good, a chapter closed without any closure. And now here she is, sitting across from you, stunning and poised, but not at all the person you thought she was.
The car hums quietly as it moves through the city, the tension thick and suffocating. You exhale sharply, glancing at her out of the corner of your eye. âIâm sorry,â you say, your voice low. âFor being⊠rude.â
Minaâs head tilts slightly, and she looks at you with cautious curiosity.
You sigh, shaking your head. âItâs just⊠you disappearing like that. No calls, no texts. And now⊠this? Itâs a lot. But I shouldnât have said what I said.â
âItâs okay,â she says softly, her voice almost too quiet to hear.
The silence stretches again, but it feels a little less sharp this time. You glance at her again, really looking at her now. Her dress is elegant, black and perfectly tailored to her slim frame, with a deep neckline that highlights the delicate curve of her collarbone. Her hair is swept over one shoulder in loose waves, and her pink collarâthe one she always seemed to wearâstands out against the otherwise dark palette of her outfit. She looks stunning, radiant even, and itâs infuriating how much it still gets to you.
âYou look beautiful,â you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
She blinks, her cheeks flushing faintly as she glances at you. âThank you,â she murmurs.
âWeâll need to talk after this,â you say, your tone firmer now.
Mina nods, her hands still tightly clasped in her lap. âOkay.â
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When the car pulls up to the venue, youâre greeted by the inevitable swarm of photographers stationed outside. You force a smile, your jaw tightening as camera flashes light up the night.
The door opens, and you step out first, straightening your jacket as the cameras shift their focus to you. You turn, offering a hand to Mina as she steps out of the car.
For a moment, thereâs a murmur from the crowd, a ripple of intrigue as they take her in. Sheâs stunning, no question about it. You place a hand lightly on her lower back as you guide her toward the entrance, pausing briefly to pose for a few photos. Minaâs smile is soft but steady, her composure flawless despite the cameras flashing in her face.
âHave you ever been to one of these events before?â you ask her quietly as you walk.
âA few,â she admits, glancing at you.
âGood,â you say with a faint smirk. âThen you know how to behave.â
Her lips twitch, almost like she wants to smile but is holding it back. âI think I can manage.â
Inside, the venue is as over-the-top as youâd expectedâmarble floors, glittering chandeliers, and a sea of impeccably dressed elites mingling with glasses of champagne in hand. The hum of conversation fills the air, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the soft clink of glasses.
You guide Mina through the crowd, pausing occasionally to greet acquaintances and exchange polite pleasantries. To your surprise, she handles herself with ease, her demeanor poised and elegant. She smiles softly, speaks when spoken to, and moves through the room like she belongs there.
And then, she surprises you again.
Youâre speaking with a pair of Italian businessmen, partners of a major European car brand, their thick accents making the conversation a little slower than usual. One of them turns to Mina, asking her a question in rapid Italian, and before you can step in, she responds. In fluent Italian.
The conversation shifts seamlessly, Minaâs voice calm and confident as she speaks with them. She even laughs lightly at something one of them says, her smile soft but genuine.
You donât realize youâre staring until the older of the two men turns to you, his smile wide and impressed. âSheâs incredible,â he says in heavily accented English. âYouâre a lucky man.â
You force a smile, nodding stiffly. âThank you.â
But the surprises donât stop there. Later, you find her speaking with a group of Spanish executives, her voice slipping effortlessly between English and Spanish as the conversation flows.
By the time she rejoins you, youâre struggling to reconcile the woman standing in front of you with the quiet, almost shy girl you thought you knew.
âYou didnât tell me you spoke Italian and Spanish,â you say, your tone more curious than accusatory.
She shrugs lightly, her lips quirking into a small smile. âYou never asked.â
Before you can respond, another acquaintance approaches, drawing your attention away. But even as you smile and shake hands, your thoughts keep drifting back to her.
Youâre impressed, no doubt about that. But the lingering frustration, the unanswered questions, the feeling of being blindsidedâitâs all still there, simmering beneath the surface.
This isnât the Mina you thought you knew. But maybe, just maybe, the real Mina is just as captivating.
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The ride back to the hotel is quiet, the carâs engine humming softly as the city blurs past. Youâre drainedâmentally, physically, the whole damn packageâbut thereâs a small, smug satisfaction simmering underneath the exhaustion. Three major car brand owners, all genuinely interested in what your software could do for the next generation of vehicles. Real conversations, not just polite nods and empty promises. And Mina? She was a godsend. Every time one of them looked ready to move on, sheâd tilt her head just right, flash that effortless smile, and keep them hooked long enough for you to land your pitch. Now, sheâs sitting beside you, quiet, hands folded neatly in her lap, staring out at the passing lights. The pink collar around her neck catches in the dim glow, a soft contrast to the sharp perfection of her black dress. You steal another glance, fingers twitching against your knee. You should be thinking about contracts, deals, next stepsâbut all you can think about is her.
Now, back in the confines of your hotel suite, the performance is over. The mask youâve been wearing all night slips off the second you shut the door behind you.
You loosen your bow tie and toss it onto the table, shrugging off your jacket before sinking into the chair by the window. The soft glow of the city filters through the glass, illuminating the room in a faint golden light. Mina sits on the edge of the bed, her posture stiff, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She doesnât look at you, and for a moment, the only sound is the faint hum of the air conditioner.
You lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees as you stare at her. âOkay,â you say. âTalk.â
Mina finally looks at you, her expression cautious. âAbout what?â
âDonât play dumb,â you say, a little sharper than intended. âWhy did you disappear?â
She flinches slightly at your tone but recovers quickly, her gaze dropping to her hands. âIsnât it obvious?â she says quietly.
âHumor me,â you reply, leaning back in the chair.
She hesitates, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress. âBecause of my job,â she finally says.
You had suspected as much, but hearing her say it still hits harder than youâd like. âThatâs it?â you ask, frowning. âThatâs why you ran? Because youâre an escort?â
Mina looks up at you then, her dark eyes flashing with something sharp and defensive. âItâs not that simple,â she says. âYou donât understand.â
âThen help me understand,â you shoot back, your frustration bubbling to the surface. âBecause it doesnât make sense. Youâre not like the others. High-class escorts are supposed to be confident, polished, untouchable. But youâŠâ You trail off, gesturing vaguely at her. âYouâre shy. Reserved. You donât fit the mold.â
Mina scoffs softly, shaking her head. âWhat difference does it make when I got into this?â
âIt makes a difference to me,â you say, your voice firm.
She narrows her eyes at you, her posture straightening slightly. âWhy? So you can tell yourself it wasnât your fault? That you didnât miss the signs?â
You bite back a retort, inhaling deeply to steady yourself. âYou could have told me,â you say after a beat, your tone softer now.
She laughs bitterly. âAnd then what? Youâd disappear like all the others? Make me feel like Iâm disgusting? Like Iâm not worth the time or effort because of what I do?"
The way she says that disarms you, and for a moment, youâre silent, trying to process what sheâs saying. And then, clear as day, you realize: she was working the night you met her.
âYouâre not disgusting,â you say finally, your voice quieter now. âI justâwho are you, Mina? Because the girl I met on that rooftop and the woman I saw tonight⊠theyâre not the same.â
Mina stands abruptly, smoothing her dress as she takes a step toward the door. âMaybe you donât know me as well as you think,â she says, her tone clipped.
You rise from the chair, crossing the space between you before she can reach the handle. âYouâre not leaving,â you say firmly, stepping in front of her. âNot yet. I'm paying for your company, remember?"
Mina looks up at you, her expression defiant but tinged with uncertainty. âWhat are you going to do? Keep me here just to humiliate me?â
âNo,â you say, your voice dropping as you reach for her waist, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her dress. âIâm not going to humiliate you. I want to know you. The real you.â
Her breath hitches at your touch, her hands hovering near your chest as if sheâs not sure whether to push you away or pull you closer. âWhy?â she whispers. âWhatâs the point? Iâm not who you thought I was.â
âI donât care,â you say, your voice steady. âI want all of you. The parts you think Iâll hate, the parts youâre scared to show. I want the truth, Mina. No more running. No more pretending.â
She stares at you, her lips trembling as she tries to form a response. Finally, she exhales shakily, her shoulders sagging slightly. âI liked you,â she admits, her voice barely audible. âOn the rooftop, I mean. You were⊠different. And I was stupid enough to think I could pretend. Go on normal dates. Be a normal girl. But then you kissed meâŠâ
Her voice falters, and she looks away, her hands falling to her sides. âIt was too much,â she says softly. âI couldnât keep going. It wouldâve hurt more if I let it continue.â
You donât give her a chance to say anything else. You close the distance between you in one swift motion, your hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck as you kiss her. Itâs nothing like the first kiss. Thereâs no hesitation, no second-guessing. Itâs deeper, hungrier, fueled by the months of unanswered questions and the tension crackling between you now.
Mina responds instantly, her hands gripping your shoulders as she kisses you back just as fiercely. The taste of her, the softness of her lips, the faint tremor in her bodyâitâs all intoxicating, pulling you under like a riptide.
When you finally pull back, you rest your forehead against hers, your breath coming in uneven bursts. âYou donât get to disappear again,â you say, your voice rough with emotion. âNot this time.â
She nods faintly, her fingers clutching the front of your shirt as if sheâs holding on for dear life. âOkay,â she whispers.
You tilt her chin up, meeting her gaze. âI want you, Mina,â you say, your voice steady and certain. âAll of you. No more walls. No more hiding.â
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching yours. Then she nods again, her lips curving into a small, tentative smile. âOkay,â she says again, and this time, it feels like a promise.
Your lips crash into hers again, the taste of her intoxicating, the soft, urgent gasps she makes spurring you on. You donât even realize youâre walking her backward until her legs bump against the edge of the mattress. She stumbles, her balance faltering, and falls back onto the bed with a shy, breathy laugh.
The sight of herâher flushed cheeks, her dark eyes looking up at you, a mix of nerves and anticipationâhits you harder than it should. You lean over her, your hands braced on either side of her as your mouth finds her neck. You kiss her there, firm and insistent, letting your lips brush over the pink collar around her throat. It feels like her signature, soft and delicate and entirely hers.
Minaâs breath catches, her fingers fumbling at the buttons of your dress shirt. Sheâs careful at first, her movements slow, but thereâs a growing urgency as her fingers work their way down. Once the last button is undone, you shrug the shirt off yourself, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. Her hands hover over your bare chest for a moment, her touch light and hesitant, and you swear the way sheâs looking at you might undo you.
You reach for the hem of her dress, tugging it down with deliberate slowness, revealing inch by inch of her soft, smooth skin. When her small, perky breasts come into view, the sight alone is enough to make your pulse hammer in your ears. Her nipples are already hard, and the way her chest rises and falls with each unsteady breath drives you wild.
âMinaâŠâ you murmur, your voice rough, almost hoarse. You run your thumb over one of her nipples, watching the way she shudders under your touch, her lips parting in a soft gasp.
You lower your head, kissing the swell of her chest, letting your mouth trail down until you reach her breast. You take her nipple between your lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, your tongue flicking against the sensitive peak. Mina moans, her hands gripping the sheets, her back arching slightly as she presses herself closer to you.
âPlease,â she whispers, her voice shaky, needy. âDonât stop.â
You donât. You move to her other breast, your hand cupping the one youâve just left behind as your mouth closes around her nipple. You suck harder this time, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make her gasp. Her hands are in your hair now, her fingers tugging slightly as you nibble on her, her moans getting louder.
Sheâs perfect, every sound she makes spurring you on, every little movement pulling you deeper into her. You drag your teeth over her nipple again, your tongue soothing the spot right after, and the way she trembles beneath you makes you want to devour her completely.
âMore,â she breathes, her voice barely audible but filled with need. âPleaseâŠâ
Your kisses trail lower, down her stomach, across the soft, warm skin that seems to shiver under your lips. Her breathing is shallow, quickening with every inch you descend. The dress is bunched up around her hips now, and as you glance down, you see her pantiesâblack, lacy, and sheer, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive you insane. Theyâre perfect, teasing just enough of the treasure beneath.
You pull back for a moment, standing and tugging your belt loose in one fluid motion. The clink of the metal fills the quiet air between you as your hands move with purpose. Shoes off. Pants next. Mina sits up slightly, her eyes widening when her gaze falls to your cock, straining against the fabric of your underwear as she takes off her high heels. Her reaction sends a thrill straight to your core, and you smirk as you hook your thumbs into the waistband, shoving them down.
Her breath catches when you finally reveal yourself, her eyes locking onto your cock as it stands thick and hard, the tip already slick with pre-cum. You give it a slow, deliberate stroke, your fingers gliding down the length before squeezing lightly at the base. âLike what you see?â you ask, your voice a low, teasing growl.
She nods quickly, her cheeks flushed, her lips parting as she swallows hard. âYes,â she whispers.
Her answer sends a surge of heat straight through you, but as you step closer, you pause, something pulling at the back of your mind. âFuck,â you mutter, your hand dropping to your side. âI donât have a condom.â
Mina shakes her head almost instantly, her expression soft but sure. âI donât need it,â she says, her voice trembling just slightly. âNot with you.â
Something about the way she says itâthe trust, the certaintyâmakes any hesitation on your part disappear. You donât waste another second.
Your hands are on her again, sliding her dress the rest of the way down before hooking into her panties. You tug them off slowly, savoring the way the lace clings to her skin before revealing her, already glistening with arousal. The sight makes your cock twitch in your hand, the need to take her overwhelming, primal.
You kneel between her legs, lifting them slightly, and let the head of your cock brush against her slick folds. She gasps softly, her hips shifting instinctively, but you hold back, teasing her, letting the tip barely press against her entrance.
âBeg for it,â you say, your voice low and commanding. âBe a good girl and tell me how much you want my cock.â
Minaâs head tilts back, her cheeks flaming red as she whimpers. âPlease,â she breathes, her voice cracking. âPlease, I want it. I need it. PleaseâŠâ
The desperation in her voice pushes you over the edge. You press forward slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until youâre buried inside her completely. Sheâs tight, hot, and soaking wet, her walls clenching around you as she moans loudly, her fingers gripping the sheets beside her.
You donât move right away, savoring the way she feels around you, the way her body seems to mold itself to yours. You lean down, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face as you meet her gaze. âYou were beautiful tonight,â you murmur, your voice softer now. âI couldnât take my eyes off you. No one could.â
Her breath hitches, her lips trembling as she stares up at you. âI was waiting for this,â she confesses, her voice shaky but filled with something raw and honest. âFor you. To be⊠used by you.â
Her words ignite something in you, a darker hunger thatâs been lurking just beneath the surface. You grip her thighs tightly, pulling back just enough to thrust into her hard and deep. The sudden movement makes her cry out, her hands flying to your shoulders for support as her body arches beneath you.
You set a brutal pace, pounding into her relentlessly, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room. Each thrust drags another moan from her lips, her nails digging into your skin as she clings to you. âThatâs it,â you growl, your voice rough with exertion. âTake it. Be my good girl.â
âYes,â Mina whimpers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her moans. âYes, pleaseâŠâ
Her submission, her eagerness to please, only spurs you on, driving you deeper into her, harder and faster. You want to break her in the best way, to ruin her for anyone else, to claim every part of her until thereâs no doubt in either of your minds who she belongs to.
Your hips crash into hers, the sound of skin meeting skin sharp and echoing in the quiet of the room. Minaâs moans fill the air, high and desperate, each one more breathless than the last. She clutches the sheets beneath her, her body trembling as you pound into her without mercy, your thick cock stretching her in ways that make her lose herself completely.
âFuck,â she gasps, her voice cracking as her head tilts back. âYouâre so big. I can feel you so deep.â
You grip her thighs tighter, spreading her open as you drive into her relentlessly. Sheâs completely at your mercy, her small body taking everything you give her, her pussy squeezing you like she doesnât want to let go.
âLook at you,â you growl, your eyes locked on her. âTaking my cock like a good fucking girl. You love this, donât you? Being used like this?â
âYes!â she cries out, her voice breaking with need. âPlease, donât stop. Donât fucking stop!â
Her perky tits bounce with every thrust, hypnotic in their movement. You canât look away, the sight of her completely undone beneath you making it impossible to think about anything else. Sweat glistens on her skin, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from how hard youâve kissed her.
You lean forward, one hand still gripping her thigh while the other slides up her body. You pause at her throat, your palm resting lightly against her warm, delicate skin. Her eyes snap open, wide and shining with pleasure and trust. She lifts a trembling hand, placing it on your wrist as if to say: I want this. Keep going.
Your fingers tighten slightly around her throat, just enough to make her gasp. Her pupils dilate, her body arching into yours as she lets out a choked moan. The way her pussy tightens around your cock makes you groan, your control slipping as you press harder into her.
âSuch a fucking slut for me,â you mutter, your voice rough with exertion and lust. âYou like that? You like being choked while I fuck you like this?â
âYes,â she whimpers, her voice barely audible but dripping with desperation. âI love it. I love it so much. Please, donât stop. PleaseâŠâ
Her face contorts with pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut as you pound into her harder, deeper. You watch her completely unravel, her lips parted, her breaths coming in shallow, ragged bursts. Her nails dig into your wrist, not to stop you but to ground herself as the pleasure overtakes her.
âLook at you,â you say, tightening your grip just a fraction more. âSo fucking perfect. So desperate for me.â
She nods weakly, her body trembling beneath you, her voice breaking as she tries to respond. âOnly for you,â she manages to whisper, her words slurring with pleasure. âIâm yours. Only yours.â
Her submission sends you over the edge, your hips snapping into her with a brutal pace, each thrust hitting so deep that she cries out, her body writhing beneath you. Her pussy clamps down on you, pulling you in, milking you for everything youâre worth.
You donât let up, your hand still wrapped around her throat, your cock buried to the hilt inside her as you drive her higher and higher. Her legs shake, her moans turning into incoherent sounds of pleasure as she completely gives herself over to you.
Your hand slides from her throat to her mouth, your thumb brushing over her swollen lips. Without hesitation, Mina parts them, her tongue darting out to tease the pad of your finger before taking it fully into her mouth. Her eyes lock onto yours, dark and full of lust, as she sucks sensually, her lips wrapping around your finger like sheâs begging for more.
âFuck, Mina,â you growl, the sight of her completely undoing you.
You keep thrusting into her, deep and relentless, your hips snapping against hers as she moans around your finger. The wet heat of her mouth, combined with the tight grip of her pussy clenching around you, pushes you dangerously close to losing control. Sheâs perfect, completely in the moment, her body moving with yours in desperate rhythm.
You pull your finger from her mouth, watching the way her tongue flicks out, almost reluctant to let you go. But youâre not done yet. Leaning down, you grab her legs and lift her slightly, repositioning yourself. You press your weight into her, chest to chest, as you drive your cock even deeper. The new angle has her gasping, her head pressing back into the mattress as your pace quickens.
âOh my god,â Mina cries out, her nails digging into your shoulders. âYouâre so deep⊠fuck, donât stop.â
âNever,â you growl, your voice rough as you bury yourself inside her again and again, each thrust making her tits bounce deliciously beneath you.
The bed creaks beneath the force of your movements, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room. You lower your mouth to hers, kissing her hard, swallowing her moans as you fuck her with everything you have. She kisses you back just as fiercely, her nails scraping down your back, leaving a burning trail of pleasure-pain in their wake.
âIâm going to cum,â she gasps against your lips, her voice shaking with urgency. âOh god, Iâm so close.â
âThen fucking cum,â you growl, your hips slamming into her faster, harder. âCum all over my cock, Mina. Be a good girl and let go for me.â
Her body tenses, her legs trembling as her orgasm crashes over her. She cries out, her back arching off the bed as her nails dig deep into your skin, enough to draw blood. The sting only fuels you, and you keep fucking her through it, slowing your pace just enough to draw out every wave of pleasure coursing through her.
âFuck, yes,â she moans, her voice shaky and raw. âThat was so good⊠your cock feels so fucking amazing.â
You smirk, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth. âGood,â you murmur against her skin. âbecause I'm not done with you yet.â
Minaâs eyes widen slightly, but thereâs no hesitation, only anticipation. You pull out of her slowly, your cock slick and glistening with her arousal, and sit back on your heels. âRide me,â you command, your voice low and firm.
She doesnât need to be told twice. She moves quickly, her body lithe and eager as she straddles you, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of your hips. You grip her waist, guiding her as she lowers herself onto your cock.
âFuck,â you groan, your head falling back as her tight heat envelops you. âThatâs it. Take it all, Mina.â
She gasps, her hands resting on your chest for balance as she starts to move. Slowly at first, rolling her hips in a way that has you gripping her tighter, your fingers digging into her skin.
âYouâre such a fucking slut,â you growl, your eyes locked on the way her body moves. âBouncing on my cock like this. You love it, donât you?â
âYes,â she breathes, her voice trembling as she picks up the pace. âI love it. Iâm your slut. Only yours.â
Her words send a jolt of heat through you, and you reach up, cupping her breasts and squeezing them as she rides you. Her rhythm becomes more desperate, her moans louder as she moves faster, her pussy tightening around you with every thrust.
âLook at you,â you mutter, your voice low and rough. âSo fucking perfect. Keep going, Mina. Show me how much you want it.â
She throws her head back, her hands sliding up your chest to your shoulders as she grinds down on you, her movements erratic and wild. Sheâs completely lost in it, in you, her body trembling as she pushes herself closer to the edge.
âFuck,â you groan, your hands gripping her hips as you thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal intensity. âYouâre mine, Mina. Say it.â
âIâm yours,â she cries out, her nails digging into your shoulders again. âOnly yours. Always.â
Mina moves like she was born to do this. Every roll of her hips is deliberate, every bounce calculated to drive you insane. The shy girl you met on that rooftopâso quiet, so reservedâis nowhere to be seen now. In her place is a woman who knows exactly what sheâs doing, her confidence radiating with every moan she lets slip from her lips, every swivel of her body.
Her hands are braced against your chest, her fingers digging into your skin as she rides you with a rhythm thatâs almost hypnotic. Her thighs flex and relax with each movement, her slick heat gripping your cock so perfectly itâs a miracle you havenât completely lost it yet.
âFuck, Mina,â you groan, your voice thick with lust. âLook at you. So fucking sexy. You ride my cock so fucking good.â
She tilts her head back, her hair falling in dark waves over her shoulders, her lips parted as she moans softly. âYes,â she gasps, her voice breathy and raw. âI love the way you feel inside me. So fucking deep.â
Her pace quickens, the bounce of her hips becoming more frantic as she starts chasing her own pleasure. You grab her waist, your fingers digging into her soft skin, guiding her movements as she grinds down on you. Her breasts sway with each thrust, sweat glistening on her skin, and the sight of herâcompletely lost in the moment, consumed by youâis almost too much.
âYouâre so fucking good at this,â you growl, your gaze locked on her. âThe way you move, Mina⊠Jesus. Youâre going to make me lose my fucking mind.â
She lets out a shaky laugh, but it quickly dissolves into a moan as she shifts her angle, grinding her clit against you with every downward motion. Her eyes flutter shut, her lips trembling as her breathing becomes ragged.
âIâm so close,â she whimpers, her voice high and desperate. âOh god, Iâm so close.â
âThen cum,â you tell her, your grip tightening on her waist as you thrust up into her. âCum for me, Mina. Let me see you fall apart again.â
Her body trembles, her movements growing more erratic as she spirals toward her peak. Her moans turn into cries, high and uncontrollable, and her hands slide up to your shoulders, clutching at you like sheâs trying to hold on for dear life.
And then sheâs there.
Her orgasm crashes over her, her head snapping back as she cries out your name, her voice breaking. Her body tightens, her pussy clenching around your cock like a vice, her thighs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her face wrinkles in ecstasy, her brows furrowed, her lips parted in a silent scream.
Sheâs breathtaking, her sweaty body glistening in the low light, her chest rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath. Her hips move in small, involuntary circles, riding out every last shudder of her climax.
âFuck, Mina,â you groan, watching her come undone on top of you. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
She collapses onto your chest, her body still trembling, her breaths coming in shallow, uneven bursts. For a moment, neither of you moves, the room filled only with the sound of your heavy breathing.
You brush her hair out of her face, tilting her chin up so sheâs looking at you. âGet on your knees,â you say, your voice low and commanding.
Minaâs eyes widen slightly, but thereâs no hesitation. She nods, sliding off of you with shaky legs and sinking to the floor between your knees. Her dark eyes meet yours as she leans forward.
She knows exactly what you want. And sheâs more than ready to give it to you.
Your hand grips the base of your cock, the slickness of her pussy still lingering on your skin as you look down at her.
âSuck it,â you growl, the heat in your voice unmistakable. âMake me cum, Mina. Show me what that mouth can do.â
She nods slightly, leaning forward without a word. Her hands wrap around your cock first, small and delicate against the thick length of you. Her tongue flicks out, teasing the tip, swirling around it before she takes you into her mouth.
The warmth of her lips, the wet heat of her tongueâitâs perfect. She starts slow, deliberate, her head bobbing gently as she works her way down your cock. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, and the sight of her like thisâon her knees, her mouth full of you, her eyes wide and obedientâmakes you groan, your head tilting back as pleasure rolls through you.
âFuck, Mina,â you mutter, your voice tight with arousal. âYouâre so fucking good at this. Taking me so well.â
She hums around your cock, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. Her hands move in sync with her mouth, stroking the base as she sucks harder, her tongue swirling with every movement. Itâs like she knows exactly what you need, every flick of her tongue, every suctioned pull perfectly calibrated to drive you wild.
You lose yourself in the sensation, your hands finding their way to her hair, tangling in the soft strands. At first, you guide her gently, setting the pace, but as the heat builds, as your cock twitches in her mouth, your control starts to slip.
You grip her hair tighter, pulling her down further onto your cock, forcing her to take more. She gags slightly, the sound muffled but unmistakable, and it sends a bolt of heat straight to your core.
âTake it,â you growl, your voice rough. âTake it all, Mina. Iâm going to use that pretty little mouth of yours.â
You start thrusting into her, shallow at first but quickly building to a relentless rhythm. Her hands grip your thighs for balance as you fuck her mouth, your cock sliding deeper with every thrust. She gags again, her throat constricting around you, but she doesnât pull away. If anything, she leans into it, her nails digging into your skin as she lets you use her.
Drool drips from the corners of her mouth, slicking your cock, her chin glistening as you push her harder. Her eyes are watering now, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks, but she doesnât stop, doesnât pull back. Sheâs determined, her soft moans vibrating around you as she takes everything you give her.
âFuck, Mina,â you groan, your head tilting back as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak. âYouâre so fucking perfect. Taking my cock like a good little slut. Thatâs what you are, isnât it? My good girl.â
She moans around you, the sound muffled but desperate, and itâs all you need to push you closer.
You pull out of her mouth suddenly, your cock glistening and drenched in her spit, twitching with need. Mina looks up at you, her lips swollen and shiny, her tongue darting out to lick them as she waits. Her mouth stays open, her eyes full of trust and anticipation.
You stroke yourself, your hand tight and fast, your cock slick and aching as you chase your release. âKeep your mouth open,â you command. âDonât move.â
She obeys, tilting her head back slightly, her tongue out and ready. The sight of her like thisâon her knees, her face flushed, her mouth open and waitingâsends you over the edge.
You groan loudly as you cum, thick ropes of it spilling onto her tongue and lips in hot, pulsing bursts. Mina moans softly as you fill her mouth, her body shivering with pleasure even as she stays perfectly still, letting you coat her tongue.
When youâre done, you kneel down in front of her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. âShow me,â you say, your voice softer now but still firm.
She sticks her tongue out slightly, and there it isâa pool of your cum glistening on her tongue, thick and creamy. The sight sends a fresh wave of heat through you, and you cup her chin gently, tilting her face up toward you.
âGood girl,â you murmur, your thumb brushing her cheek. âSwallow it. All of it.â
Mina closes her mouth, tilting her head back slightly as she swallows. When she opens her mouth again, itâs empty, her tongue clean, and she looks at you with a small, shy smile that somehow makes your chest tighten.
You exhale slowly, your hand still on her face as you study her. âFrom tonight on you will not go out with any other man,â you say quietly, the words more a promise than a statement. âI'm serious. No one else. Just me.â
Mina nods, her voice soft but certain. âJust you.â
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The transition from occasional meetings to something closer to a routine happens so gradually it almost doesnât register at first. After that night at the gala, you find yourself booking Mina more and more, under the guise of needing her for âcompanyâ during your frequent travels. But you both know the truth: you canât fucking get enough of her.
You were torn at the outset. Why on earth would a man as powerful as you be so desperate for a girl like her? But the truth is: sheâs perfectâso perfect itâs almost maddening. Every time youâre with her, she becomes exactly what you need in that moment. In bed, sheâs your personal plaything, your perfect little slut, ready and eager to take whatever you give her. On your private jet, sheâs perched prettily in lingerie, always obedient, always ready to be fucked, her body an open invitation. Hotel rooms become your private playground, the kind of places where nothing is off-limits, where she lets you push her boundaries because she craves it just as much as you do.
It borders on obsession. Noâfuck that. It is obsession.
In Tokyo, you have her wrists tied to the bedposts with silk scarves, her body stretched beneath you like a gift. The glow from the city outside bathes her skin in soft light, highlighting the tension in her muscles as she squirms, testing the bonds.
âYouâre not going anywhere,â you say.
âI donât want to go anywhere,â she whispers back, her voice breathy, her wide eyes filled with trust and something deeperâsomething that pulls you in and refuses to let go.
You take your time with her, trailing kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, across her chest. Her breathing turns shallow, her body trembling as your mouth and hands explore every inch of her. When you finally slide inside her, sheâs soaking wet, her moans breaking apart into cries as you fuck her harder, watching her tied hands clench the silk in desperation. She comes so hard you think she might shatter beneath you, her body arching, her face contorted in pure ecstasy.
In Dubai, the energy is differentâhotter, darker. Youâre wound up from tense meetings and late-night calls, and Mina knows it the second she steps into your suite. Sheâs wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties, her signature pink collar around her neck.
She kneels without a word, her hands behind her back, her eyes on yours. You donât ask if sheâs readyâshe always is.
You bend her over the edge of the bed, her perfect ass in the air, and slide your belt free from your pants with a deliberate snap. The sound makes her gasp, but she doesnât flinch.
âCount,â you command, your voice low and rough.
âOne,â she whispers when the first strike lands.
Her skin reddens as you bring the belt down again and again, each strike met with a shaky gasp or a soft moan. By the time her ass is glowing red and hot to the touch, sheâs trembling, her arousal unmistakable. You grip her hips and thrust into her from behind, leaving bruises in your wake. Her cries fill the room, a mix of pain and pleasure as you take her harder, deeper, until sheâs nothing but a writhing mess beneath you.
Then thereâs New York. That night, you make it clear youâre not letting her waste a single drop. She smiles at you, shy but teasing, already knowing whatâs coming.
She rides you with abandon, her small body taking every inch of your cock, her tits bouncing as she moans your name like a prayer. When you cum inside her the first time, she doesnât stop. She keeps grinding, keeps fucking herself on you until youâre hard again, thrusting up into her like youâre starving for it.
By the time youâre finished, her thighs are slick with your cum, her pussy swollen and drenched. Sheâs trembling, her body exhausted, but instead of collapsing, she slides down your body and wraps her lips around your cock.
Her tongue works over you, her mouth hot and wet as she moans softly, licking and sucking until thereâs not a single drop left.
âFuck, Mina,â you groan, your hands tangled in her hair as she looks up at you with those dark, needy eyes. âYou love it, donât you? You love the taste of me.â
She hums in agreement, nodding slightly, her lips never leaving you.
Every night with her is different. One night, youâre tying her up and making her beg for release. The next, youâre spanking her until her ass is red and sheâs dripping down her thighs. And sometimes, you just fuck her senseless, cumming inside her again and again until youâve marked every inch of her.
But thereâs more to Mina than the way her body bends to your will, more than the way she moans your name like itâs the only word she knows. She listens. Actually listens. And you realize, between the wild nights and stolen afternoons, you talk to her. About the shit that weighs on you, the things you canât tell anyone else. The pressures of running an empire, the endless fucking grind, the rare moments when even winning feels hollow.
Mina doesnât offer advice, doesnât try to solve your problems. She just listens, her dark eyes steady and attentive, her presence soothing in a way that catches you off guard every time. Itâs almost unfair how she makes it so easy to let your guard down.
And thatâs the thing, isnât it? You donât just want her when youâre fucking her. You want her all the time.
The realization hits you like a freight train one night after youâve had her pinned against the window of your hotel room, the city lights framing her naked, trembling body as you fucked her into oblivion. Sheâs lying beside you now, her head resting on your chest, her finger sliding in circles on your skin.
You think about how empty the room would be if she wasn't here. How empty youâll feel.
âYou should work for me,â you blurt out, the thought spilling out of your mouth before you can stop it.
Mina props herself up on one elbow, her brows furrowing in confusion. âWhat?â
âWork for me,â you repeat, more certain this time. âBe my secretary.â
She blinks, caught off guard. âIâm not a secretary.â
âYou donât have to be,â you say, sitting up slightly. âItâs not about the work. Iâll hire a team to handle the complicated shit. All I need is someone to keep me organized. And Iâll pay you triple what youâre making now.â
Mina gives you a skeptical look, her lips twitching like sheâs holding back a laugh. âTriple?â she echoes. âYou must be desperate.â
âI am,â you admit without hesitation, your voice steady as you meet her gaze. âDesperate to have you close. All the time. Whenever I need you.â
Her expression softens, her eyes searching yours like sheâs trying to figure out if youâre serious. âYouâre offering me a job just to keep me around?â
âExactly,â you say, your tone firm. âItâs not just about the sex, Mina. Itâs about you. I need you. And I want you close, always.â
She hesitates, biting her bottom lip as she looks away, clearly thinking it over. âItâs a little⊠unorthodox,â she says finally, her voice soft but thoughtful.
You smirk, leaning closer to her. âYouâre not exactly conventional either, are you?â
That earns you a small laugh, and she shakes her head, her hair falling into her face. âFair point.â
âCome on,â you say, your tone more coaxing now. âYouâre already spending most of your time with me. This just makes it official. And youâll still get to do all the things you loveâtravel, nice hotels, insane shopping sprees.â
She raises an eyebrow at that, clearly unimpressed by the pitch. âYou think thatâs all I care about?â
âNo,â you say seriously. âI think you care about me. And I know you donât have to admit it, but I think the idea of staying close to me doesnât sound all that bad to you.â
Minaâs quiet for a moment, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of the sheet covering you both. When she finally looks at you again, thereâs a hint of a smile on her lips, soft and almost shy.
âYouâre not wrong,â she admits quietly. âBeing close to you⊠I do want that.â
âThen say yes,â you urge, your voice low and steady. âLet me take care of you, Mina. Let me give you everything you need.â
She exhales slowly, her eyes holding yours. And then, after what feels like an eternity, she nods.
âOkay,â she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
You lean forward, cupping her face in your hands as you kiss her deeply, your relief and satisfaction pouring into the kiss. Mina melts against you, her hands sliding up your chest as she kisses you back with equal intensity.
âYouâre mine now,â you murmur against her lips, your tone possessive but laced with affection. âCompletely mine.â
She smiles, her eyes soft but full of mischief. âCompletely yours,â she echoes, and you know she means it.
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Minaâs heels click against the polished floors as she follows Joy through the office, her new world opening up piece by piece. Sheâs dressed for the partâher blouse crisp, her pencil skirt snug but professional, her legs encased in sheer pantyhose that give her a glossy, polished look. She looks the part of a perfect secretary, but inside, she still feels like sheâs playing dress-up.
Joy, ever the professional, explains everything with a bright, polite tone. She gestures at different parts of the office, outlining schedules, expectations, and protocols, her sharp heels and tailored blazer giving her an air of authority. Mina listens intently, nodding at all the right places, but thereâs a slight tension between them.
Though Joy doesnât say anything outright, her expression gives her away. The slight smirk when she points out where you keep your coffee mugs. The deliberate pause before she mentions how you like your coffeeâ"black, one sugar, and hot, always hot.â The unspoken understanding that Mina being here, in this role, is exactly what it looks like.
âAnd one more thing,â Joy adds, stopping in front of the large windows that overlook the city. She turns to Mina, her tone casual but with an edge of amusement. âHe likes his secretary to look polished. Always. Makeup, hair done, dressed appropriately. A bad appearance isnât tolerated. But,â she glances over Minaâs outfit with an approving nod, âI donât think thatâll be a problem for you.â
Mina forces a polite smile, brushing down the front of her skirt. âGot it,â she says.
Joy leads her further down the hall, showing her where the copier is, which rooms are used for what, and how to deal with the insufferable HR manager if she comes sniffing around. The tour feels endless, and Minaâs starting to wonder if sheâll remember any of it when she hears footsteps behind her.
You appear at the other end of the corridor, walking toward them with a small group of sharply dressed men. Youâre talking, your tone commanding but easy, and the men hang on your every word. When you glance up and see Mina, your lips curve into a subtle smile, one only she would catch.
Minaâs breath hitches, but she composes herself, offering a small, shy smile in return.
Joy notices the exchange, of course. Her smile tightens, but she keeps moving, walking Mina back to her desk. âHeâs busy, as always,â Joy remarks, gesturing toward your office. âBut youâll see. Heâll find ways to keep you occupied.â Thereâs no mistaking the implication in her tone.
Mina settles into her desk as the morning stretches on. She organizes papers, files emails, and starts getting into the rhythm of things. Itâs nothing like what she imagined doing with her life, but then again, neither was the career she fell into before this. Compared to that, this feels⊠almost normal.
Almost.
The intercom on her desk buzzes, pulling her from her thoughts. Your voice comes through, smooth and firm. âMina, coffee. Black, one sugar.â
âYes, sir,â she replies automatically, standing and smoothing her skirt before heading to the break room.
By the time she gets to your office, the coffee steaming in her hand, sheâs nervous. Not visibly so, but inside, her stomach twists slightly as she knocks on the door.
âCome in,â you call.
She steps inside, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. Your office is spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that bathe the room in light. You sit behind your desk, leaning back slightly in your chair, your jacket off, the sleeves of your crisp white shirt rolled up to your forearms.
She places the coffee on your desk, careful not to spill a drop.
âLock the door,â you say casually, not looking up from the paper youâre skimming.
Mina hesitates for only a second before walking to the door and turning the lock. The soft click echoes in the quiet room, and when she turns back, youâre looking at her, your gaze steady and unreadable.
âCome here,â you say, gesturing her closer.
She steps around the desk, her heels sinking slightly into the plush rug as she moves toward you. When sheâs within reach, you take her hand and pull her gently onto your lap.
The action surprises her, but she doesnât resist, settling awkwardly at first before relaxing slightly against you.
âYou look pretty in this outfit,â you say, your voice lower now, more intimate.
âThank you,â she murmurs, her cheeks flushing faintly.
Your hands rest on her thighs, sliding slowly down over the smooth nylon of her pantyhose. The sensation is electric, the soft, subtle texture under your palms.
âYou look better than Joy ever did,â you add, your lips curling into a small smirk.
Her eyes widen slightly, and she glances down at you. âSheâs nice,â Mina says cautiously.
âShe is,â you agree, your hands tightening slightly on her thighs. âBut sheâs not you.â
You lean in, brushing your lips against hers. Your hand sliding higher on her thigh. Her lips part slightly, and you take the invitation, your tongue brushing against hers in a slow, deliberate tease.
Minaâs breath catches, her hands resting lightly on your shoulders. Sheâs warm, soft, her perfume faint but intoxicating. You pull back just enough to look at her, her lips slightly swollen, her cheeks flushed.
âYouâre perfect,â you murmur, your voice thick.
And then you kiss her again, harder this time, pulling her closer as the world outside your office fades away.
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Your routine with Mina shifts quickly, sliding into something thatâs almost second nature. From the outside, sheâs the perfect secretaryâalways punctual, dressed immaculately, her makeup and hair pristine, her skirts tight enough to catch eyes but not enough to scream unprofessional. Inside your office, though, sheâs something else entirely. Sheâs your pet.
It starts subtly, a blowjob here, a lingering kiss there. But soon, it becomes routine. Every morning when she brings you coffee, Mina doesnât just set the cup down and leave. She locks the door behind her, her heels clicking on the floor as she steps around the desk. She drops to her knees without a word, her dark eyes looking up at you as she unzips your pants.
âGood morning, boss,â she murmurs, pulling your cock free.
You smirk, leaning back in your chair as her lips wrap around the head, warm and wet and eager. She works like itâs her jobâand in a way, it is. She sucks you with purpose, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she takes you deeper. Her hands rest on your thighs, steadying herself as her head bobs, the slick sounds of her mouth filling the room.
âFuck, Mina,â you groan, gripping the back of her head, your fingers tangling in her hair. âYou love this, donât you? My good little slut.â
She moans around you, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes you to the back of her throat. Itâs every morning now. You sip your coffee while she sucks you off, her mouth working you until your grip tightens, and you thrust into her mouth. When you finally cum, she swallows every drop, her tongue sweeping over your cock before she sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth.
âThank you, boss,â she says sweetly, standing and smoothing her skirt like nothing happened.
And if she ever forgets to call you boss? You remind her.
One day, she slips, murmuring a soft, âSorry,â instead of âSorry, boss.â The slap is sharp and deliberate, your palm cracking against her face. She gasps, her body jolting slightly, but when she looks back at you, thereâs nothing but arousal in her eyes.
âWhat was that?â you ask, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at you.
âSorry, boss,â she whispers, her voice trembling.
You smirk, brushing her hair out of her face. âThatâs better.â
Thereâs the time you decide to train her ass, a test of how far sheâs willing to go for you. You order her to bend over the desk, lifting her skirt and sliding a small plug into her tight hole. She gasps, her nails digging into the wood, but she doesnât complain.
âYouâre going to wear this all day,â you tell her, smoothing her skirt back down. âAnd if youâre good, Iâll take it out myself.â
She obeys, spending the entire shift with the plug buried inside her. You watch her squirm every time she sits down, the faintest wince crossing her face when she shifts in her chair. But she doesnât complain.
When you finally call her into your office, sheâs already trembling with anticipation. You bend her over the desk again, pulling her panties down and sliding the plug out slowly.
âYouâve been good today,â you murmur, positioning yourself behind her. âNow let me reward you.â
You fuck her ass slowly at first, savoring the way she clenches around you, the way she gasps and moans with every thrust. But it doesnât take long before youâre pounding into her, your hands gripping her hips as you bury yourself deep. She screams your name, her nails scratching the surface of your desk, and when you finally cum, you watch as it leaks out of her used hole, dripping onto her thighs.
Another time, youâre both restless. You sit back in your chair, stroking yourself lazily as Mina perches on the desk, her legs spread, her fingers working her pussy.
âLook at you,â you mutter, your eyes fixed on her. âSo fucking wet. You love being my little slut, donât you?â
âYes, boss,â she moans, her back arching as she rubs her clit faster.
When youâre both close, you tell her to get on her knees. She obeys immediately, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it hang open, exposing her small, perky tits. You stand, stroking yourself over her chest, your cock glistening with pre-cum.
âKeep still,â you command, your voice rough.
She nods, her lips parted as she watches you. When you finally cum, itâs all over her tits, thick ropes of it painting her skin. She moans softly, running her fingers through it, her eyes locked on yours.
âGood girl,â you murmur, brushing her hair out of her face.
Mina smiles up at you, her lips curving into that familiar, submissive grin that youâve come to crave. Sheâs yours nowâcompletely, unapologetically. And you wouldnât have it any other way.
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The hallway is quiet, almost eerie, as you step out of your office. Itâs late, the kind of late where even the overachievers have gone home. Mina left hours ago, heading home to get ready. A car is scheduled to pick her up and bring her to your place. Just the thought of seeing her tonightâher hair down, her slim body in something tight and teasingâmakes you quicken your pace.
Youâre halfway to the elevator when you hear the familiar click of heels behind you. You glance back and see Joy walking toward you, her bag slung over her shoulder, her stride as graceful as ever.
Itâs been a while since youâve had a proper conversation with her. She looks the sameâpolished and confidentâbut thereâs something in her expression, a faint tension around her eyes, that you donât remember being there before.
âJoy,â you greet her, pausing to let her catch up. âI was missing your pretty little face. Howâs the new position treating you?â
She gives you a polite smile, but it doesnât reach her eyes. âFine,â she says, her tone clipped.
You frown slightly. âFine?â
She hesitates, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. âItâs⊠complicated,â she says finally.
You stop walking, turning to face her fully. âComplicated how? Is someone giving you trouble?â
Joy exhales sharply, glancing away. For a moment, you think sheâs going to brush it off, but then she looks back at you, her expression guarded. âItâs the rumors,â she says quietly. âThe ones about us.â
Your jaw tightens. You knew the whispers were going to happen, but you thought they would fade over time, with the new distance established between you and Joy.
âThey donât have proof,â you say.
âProof doesnât matter,â she replies, her tone sharper now. âThey think Iâm only in this position because the boss fucked me. And no one takes me seriously because of it. Half of them ignore me, the other half treat me like Iâm disposable. Itâs exhausting.â
You knew this move would be complicated for her, but hearing it spelled out like thisâknowing that the shit people are saying about her has roots in truthâit leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
âJoy, I didnâtââ you start, but she cuts you off with a shake of her head.
âItâs not just you,â she says, softening a little. âItâs the whole culture around here. Women like me donât get to just⊠exist in positions of power without people assuming we fucked our way there. When I got involved with you, I didn't plan on making any big leaps in this company. I wasn't being driven by interest, you know that. And it's funny that they were the ones who put me in this position⊠At this point, I think being fired would have been better.â
âStill,â you say, guilt creeping in, âI didnât want it to be like this for you. If thereâs anything I can doââ
She raises a hand, cutting you off again. âItâs fine. Iâll deal with it. I always do.â
Thereâs a pause, heavy with unspoken words, before Joy changes the subject, her tone deliberately lighter. âWhat about your new secretary? Mina, right? Howâs she doing?â
âSheâs good,â you say, nodding. âReally good, actually.â
Joy raises an eyebrow, her smirk faint but unmistakable. âReally? She doesnât seem like the type whoâd⊠you know⊠submit to the role.â
You chuckle, shaking your head. âYeah. But maybe thatâs why I like her.â
Joyâs smirk grows, her eyes glinting with mischief. âYou really like her, huh? So, howâs she in bed? Better than me?â
You laugh, a little caught off guard by her bluntness. âSheâs⊠amazing,â you admit, leaning in slightly. âAs good as you were. Maybe even better.â
Joy laughs, the sound warm but tinged with something you canât quite place. âYou really went and hired yourself a sexdoll,â she says, shaking her head.
You shrug, smirking. âI wonât deny it.â
Her laugh fades, and her expression grows more serious. âJust be careful,â she says. âYouâve got a lot on your plate, and people are watching you. Everyone here knows she was the woman you took to that gala. And now she's suddenly here as your secretary, it's a little suspicious. No, actually, it's very suspicious. If youâre not discreet, itâs going to come back to bite you. What happened to me could happen to her.â
The warning lingers in the air, and you know sheâs right. Things at the company have been tense lately. The other big namesâinvestors, board members, even senior managementâhave been pushing back on you more than usual, challenging your ideas, undermining your authority. The software project youâve poured your energy into has been warped by sudden adjustments, political interests, and compromises you never wanted to make.
For the first time in years, you feel like youâre losing control.
âThanks for the advice,â you say finally, your tone dry but not ungrateful.
Joy nods, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before she steps toward the elevator. âTake care, boss,â she says over her shoulder, her voice laced with just enough irony to make you smile.
âGoodnight, Joy,â you call after her, watching as she disappears into the elevator.
As you head to the parking garage, her words stick with you. Be careful. Be discreet. You think about Minaâher laugh, her smile, the way she looked kneeling in front of you earlierâand wonder if youâre in too deep already.
But the thought of giving her up doesnât even cross your mind. Not for a second.
â
The dining room is cavernous, a long expanse of polished wood and shining glass. The chandelier overhead casts a warm glow, but the room still feels cold, the vast space swallowing up any sense of intimacy. At the far end of the table, itâs just you and Mina. Sheâs sitting quietly, her pink dress soft against her skin, matching the delicate pink collar resting at her collarbone. Her hair falls in loose waves, framing her face, and she looks up every so often to glance at you before returning to her meal.
The silence between you stretches, not quite uncomfortable but thick enough to notice. The scrape of your fork against the plate echoes in the room, and for a while, it feels like thatâs the only sound.
Then, without warning, you cut through the quiet.
âYouâre the only good thing happening in my life right now,â you say, your voice steady but quiet.
Minaâs head lifts, her dark eyes meeting yours across the table. For a moment, she looks surprised, but then her lips curve into a soft smile. âIâm flattered by that,â she says, her voice equally soft.
You set your fork down, leaning back slightly in your chair. âI mean it,â you continue, your gaze unwavering. âThese past few months⊠things have been a mess. The company, the board, all these people pushing me, pulling me. Itâs like Iâm losing control of the one thing I thought I had a handle on. But then you⊠youâre here, and for once, something feels right.â
Minaâs smile deepens, her cheeks flushing faintly. âI didnât expect that,â she says after a pause. âEspecially not from you.â
You exhale, glancing down at your plate before looking back up at her. âI was hurt when you left, Mina. When you just⊠disappeared like that.â
Her smile fades slightly, and she lowers her gaze. âThat wasnât my intention,â she says softly.
A silence falls between you again, this one heavier, tinged with the weight of everything unsaid. Mina fidgets slightly, her fingers brushing the edge of her plate.
âI didnât think youâd want me back,â she says suddenly, breaking the quiet. Her voice is hesitant, careful, like sheâs testing the waters. âAfter what happened, I thought⊠well, that youâd move on.â
You shake your head, leaning forward now, your elbows resting on the table. âI get it,â you say simply. âWhy you left. Why you thought you had to. Itâs not like your reasons didnât make sense.â
She looks up at you, and for a moment, you see something flicker in her eyesâsurprise, gratitude, something warmer. âYouâre the first person to ever say that,â she murmurs.
Youâre not sure how to respond. Finally, you let out a quiet laugh, running a hand through your hair. âI donât even remember the last time I opened up like this to someone,â you admit, glancing around the room.
Your eyes land on the massive chandelier, the ornate decor, the sheer emptiness of the space. âThis place has always felt empty,â you say, gesturing vaguely at the room. âEven with the parties, the people, the noise. Itâs like⊠I donât know. I built something, but it doesnât feel like it belongs to me.â
You turn back to her, your gaze softer now. âBut now⊠it feels a little less empty.â
Mina chuckles, the sound light but genuine, and it warms the cold edges of the room. âFor a ruthless millionaire CEO,â she teases, âyouâre pretty cute.â
You smirk, shaking your head. âThatâs your fault,â you reply.
âMine?â she asks, tilting her head, her smile playful.
âYeah,â you say, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. âYou come in here, looking like that, with that pink dress and that smile, and suddenly Iâm a fucking open book.â
Mina laughs softly, her eyes sparkling as she looks at you. âMaybe you needed someone to read it.â
For a moment, the room doesnât feel so big, so hollow. It feels warmer, smaller, like the space between you and Mina is all that matters. The food on the table grows colder, forgotten, as the conversation shifts to something lighterâstories, jokes and little glimpses into each otherâs lives.
Tonight the mansion doesn't seem so empty after all.
â
You pace the hallway, phone pressed to your ear, your hand gripping it tightly enough to crack. The voice on the other end drones on, and youâre barely holding back the urge to snap.
âIâm telling you, this is a terrible idea,â you say, trying to keep your tone measured, though irritation seeps through. âRelocating the software development to another project? One tied to the government? You realize how much thatâll complicate everything, donât you?â
The voice responds, and your jaw tightens further. âYes, I get the supposed benefits,â you cut in, your words sharp. ââForming alliances,â âbuilding national interestââall of that sounds great on paper. But itâs not what weâre building. This isnât about politics or consolidating power. This is about the tech. About the future of the fucking industry.â
Thereâs a pause on the other end, followed by a placating response that only makes you angrier.
âNo, I donât agree with the direction this is heading,â you say firmly. âWe had a meeting with the car brand owners last week. Theyâre on board with what we pitched. Changing the focus now isnât just recklessâitâs fucking insulting.â
The voice keeps talking, suggesting another meeting to iron things out, and you force yourself to take a deep breath. âFine,â you bite out. âSchedule the meeting. But donât expect me to sit back and watch this project get gutted for the sake of optics.â
You hang up before they can say anything else, your frustration simmering just below the surface. It feels like the walls are closing in lately, your authority being chipped away piece by piece. Everyone thinks they know better, thinks they can twist your vision to suit their agendas.
You exhale hard, running a hand through your hair as you walk toward your room. Youâre still stewing in irritation as you push the door open, but the sight that greets you stops you in your tracks.
Mina stands near your dresser, her back to you, her fingers lightly brushing over some of the items there. Sheâs already taken off the pink dress, leaving her in matching pink lingerie that clings to her slim frame like it was made for her. The pink collar around her neckâsoft and delicateâcatches the light, completing the vision.
For a moment, you just stare, your irritation fading as your eyes trace the curves of her body. She looks unreal, something out of a dream, her small, perky breasts barely hidden by the lace of her bra, her long legs leading down to those perfectly arched heels she always wears.
You close the door quietly, stepping closer. âMina,â you say softly.
She jumps slightly, startled, turning to look at you. Her cheeks flush when she sees you staring, but she doesnât move, her hands dropping to her sides.
âYou look beautiful,â you murmur, stepping behind her and wrapping your arms around her waist. You kiss her shoulder, your lips lingering against her warm skin.
âThank you,â she says shyly. âI⊠I like your room.â
You chuckle lightly, glancing around at the sleek, modern spaceâfloor-to-ceiling windows, dark wood, and minimalist furniture that cost more than some peopleâs cars. âItâs no big deal,â you say, though you know damn well it is.
She shakes her head slightly, smiling. âNo, itâs⊠amazing. Like you.â
Your hands tighten on her waist, and you kiss her neck, drawing a soft sigh from her lips. âYouâre the amazing one,â you say against her skin.
She turns slightly, looking up at you. âIs everything okay?â
You hesitate, the earlier frustration flickering back to life for a moment. âNo,â you admit, your voice quieter now. âBut I donât want to talk about it right now.â
She nods, her expression soft with understanding. âOkay.â
You take her hand, leading her to the center of the room. When you reach the bed, you open one of the drawers, pulling out a length of smooth, dark rope.
âAre you ready?â you ask, your tone low and steady.
âYes,â she replies, her voice trembling slightly but full of trust.
âGood,â you say, setting the rope on the bed. âTake off your panties.â
First, she takes off her heels, then she moves without hesitation, her hands hooking into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her legs. She steps out of them carefully, then stands there, exposed, her hands clasped in front of her.
You pick up the rope, stepping behind her again. Gently, but firmly, you guide her hands behind her back, binding her wrists with practiced ease. The rope is snug but not tight, wrapping around her slim wrists in neat, secure knots.
âYou look perfect like this,â you murmur, running a hand down her side.
She shivers under your touch, her breathing quickening as you move to the drawer again, pulling out a small vibrator. You kneel in front of her, the sight of her bare pussy inches from your face making your cock twitch. You press the tip of the vibrator against her entrance, teasing her, and she gasps softly, her hips shifting instinctively. then slowly you push it deep inside her until it is firmly lodged in her tight pussy.
âOn your knees,â you command, standing and stepping back.
She sinks to the floor gracefully, her bound hands resting against the curve of her back, her dark eyes gazing up at you. You start unbuttoning your shirt, slowly, your eyes never leaving hers.
âLately,â you say, your tone conversational but tinged with bitterness, âmy orders and decisions have been questioned. At work. Everyone thinks they know better than me.â
Minaâs lips part slightly, her gaze flicking over your chest as you shrug off the shirt.
âI hope you donât plan on doing that,â you add, unbuckling your belt with a sharp clink of metal.
Her voice is soft but steady. âNo, sir. Iâll do whatever you tell me. Iâll take whatever you give me.â
You smirk, tossing the belt aside. âGood girl,â you murmur, unzipping your pants and letting them fall to the floor. You're not wearing any underwear.
Her eyes widen slightly when you step closer, her gaze dropping to the hard, thick length of your cock. She licks her lips unconsciously, and the sight of her, bound and kneeling, sends a jolt of heat straight through you.
âYouâre fucking perfect,â you mutter, reaching down to stroke her cheek.
Sheâs the picture of surrenderâflushed cheeks, swollen lips, and a gaze that flickers between nervousness and pure, unfiltered lust.
You take a step closer, your cock brushing against her face. Mina doesnât pull away. If anything, she leans into it slightly, her lips parting as a soft sigh escapes her.
âStay still,â you murmur, your voice low and steady.
She nods faintly, her breath warm against your skin. Slowly, you drag your cock across her cheek, letting the weight of it rest there for a moment. The contrast of your hard flesh against her soft skin makes your pulse quicken.
âYou feel that?â you ask, your tone conversational but commanding.
âYes,â she whispers, her voice trembling.
âGood.â You run your cock along her jawline, then back to her lips, watching as they part instinctively, a faint sheen of spit forming as she breathes heavily.
Her cheeks are flushed, her dark eyes darting up to meet yours. You see the hunger there, the submission, the way sheâs completely at your mercy.
âThings are changing,â you say, your voice soft but deliberate. âIâm about to do something I shouldâve done a long time ago. I didnât have the right reason. Or maybe I didnât have the right person.â
You let the head of your cock rest against her lips for a moment, watching the way she shivers.
âBut now I do,â you continue, dragging it across her cheek again, slower this time. âI think I need this. I need someone who listens. Someone who understands me. Someone like you.â
Mina leans into the touch, her lips pressing soft kisses against the side of your cock. Her voice is quiet but sincere when she speaks. âYou understand me too,â she says, her words muffled by your skin. âNo oneâs ever made me feel the way you do. When Iâm with you, I feel⊠surrendered. Like I can let go.â
Her confession is soft, hesitant, but you can hear the weight of it.
âAnd that scared you,â you say, your tone sharpening slightly. âThatâs why you ran.â
She nods, still kissing your cock, her lips trailing along the shaft. âI didnât know what to do,â she whispers. âIâd never felt like this before. But Iâm not scared now.â
You tilt her chin up slightly, making her look at you. âGood,â you murmur. âYou donât need to be scared. Not with me.â
She nods again, her lips brushing against you as she speaks. âI trust you. Thatâs why I want you to ruin me tonight.â
Her words send a surge of heat straight through you, your cock twitching against her lips.
âGood girl,â you murmur, stepping back just enough to grab the vibrator control.
You flick it on, starting on the lowest setting, and she gasps softly, her thighs trembling as the soft hum fills the air.
âThere,â you say, your voice low and teasing. âSomething to keep you focused.â
Mina whimpers, her hips shifting slightly, but she stays still, her eyes locked on yours.
âNow,â you command, stepping closer, letting your cock rest against her lips again. âSuck.â
She obeys immediately, her lips parting as she takes the head of your cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, swirling around the tip, her movements slow and deliberate. The wet heat of her mouth makes you groan softly, your hand moving to the back of her head.
âGood girl,â you murmur, your voice thick with arousal. âJust like that.â
She takes you deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of your cock as her lips slide down the shaft.
âFuck, Mina,â you groan, your hand tightening in her hair. âYouâre so fucking good at this.â
She moans around your cock, the sound vibrating through you, sending a jolt straight to your core. Her pace quickens slightly, her head bobbing as she works her mouth over you, her tongue teasing every sensitive spot.
Your free hand moves to her cheek, your thumb brushing over the flushed skin as you watch her. The way she looks up at you, her lips stretched around your cock, her eyes glassy with lust, is enough to drive you mad.
âTake it deeper,â you command, your voice rough.
She does, her lips sliding further down, the head of your cock pressing against the back of her throat. She gags slightly but doesnât pull back, her nails digging into her bound wrists as she steadies herself.
âThatâs it,â you growl, your hand tightening in her hair. âTake it all, Mina. Be my good girl.â
She moans again, her throat tightening around you as she swallows, the wet sounds filling the room. You can feel her thighs trembling from the vibrator, but she doesnât stop, her mouth working you with a determination that leaves you breathless.
The sound of the vibrator hums softly between you, its rhythm pulsing in sync with the wet, obscene sounds of Minaâs mouth as she works your cock. Sheâs kneeling, completely at your mercy, her hands bound behind her back, her head bobbing up and down with a messy, desperate determination. Her lips stretch around your thick shaft, spit dripping down her chin, mixing with her moans as she chokes and gags on you.
You tighten your grip on the vibrator, clicking it up a notch. The sound shifts slightly, sharper, more insistent, and Minaâs body jolts. Her thighs quiver, her pussy clenching around the toy as the stronger vibrations hit her, and she lets out a muffled moan around your cock.
âFeel that?â you murmur. âThatâs for you, baby. To remind you who you belong to.â
Mina nods weakly, her eyes watering as she tries to take more of you, her throat constricting as she gags again. The heat of her mouth, the tightness of her lips, the way she lets you use herâitâs perfect. Sheâs perfect.
âFuck, Mina,â you growl, tilting your head back for a second before looking down at her again. âLook at you. Such a messy little thing. Youâre addicted, arenât you? Addicted to my cock.â
She whimpers, her moans vibrating against you as her tongue swirls around your shaft. You grab her hair, pulling her back slightly so the head of your cock rests on her tongue, glistening and slick. She looks up at you with glassy, lust-blown eyes, her lips swollen and dripping with spit.
âSay it,â you command, your tone sharp.
âIâm addicted,â she gasps, her voice hoarse from choking. âIâm addicted to your cock, boss. Please, let me have it. Let me taste all of it.â
You chuckle darkly, sliding your cock back into her mouth. âGood girl,â you murmur, thrusting shallowly into her. âTake it. Take every inch like the good little fuckdoll you are.â
You start moving your hips, slow at first but quickly picking up speed, fucking her mouth with deliberate, controlled thrusts. She doesnât resist, doesnât pull awayâinstead, she leans into it, her throat relaxing as much as it can to take you deeper. The slick, wet sounds of her sloppy blowjob echo through the room, mixing with the sharper hum of the vibrator still buried in her pussy.
You glance down, watching the way her chest heaves as she struggles to keep up, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her knees. Sheâs completely wrecked, completely yours, and the sight makes your cock throb with barely-contained need.
âYou like this, donât you?â you growl, pulling her head down further so your cock presses against the back of her throat. âBeing used like this. Being my little toy.â
Mina moans around you, her eyes rolling back slightly as the vibrations between her legs push her closer to the edge. Her body trembles, her bound hands flexing uselessly behind her as she gives herself over to you completely.
âThatâs right,â you mutter, watching her choke on your cock. âYou donât need to think. Just open that pretty little mouth and let me use you.â
You thrust harder, holding her head in place as you fuck her mouth with abandon. She gags again, tears streaming down her cheeks, she moans louder, her body shivering as the vibrator sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her.
âYouâre such a slut for me,â you growl, your voice tight with control as you keep moving. âMy perfect little whore. Youâll take anything I give you, wonât you?â
Mina nods frantically, her moans growing more desperate as she gags again, your cock sliding deeper into her throat. Her whole body is shaking now, the vibrations pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
âYou donât get to cum,â you growl, pulling her head back slightly so she can breathe, her lips still wrapped around the tip of your cock. âNot until I say so.â
She whimpers, nodding weakly. Your cock glistens, coated in a mix of her spit and your pre-cum, while Mina kneels before you, completely wrecked. Her face is a messâdrool dripping from her chin, streaks of it running down her chest, pooling at the curve of her collarbones. Her lips are red and swollen, parted as she gasps for air, and her dark eyes are glossy, wide, and brimming with need.
You pull the vibrator from between her legs and click it off, the sudden silence deafening in the room. Mina trembles, her bound hands flexing behind her back as she tries to steady herself.
âDo you want me to stop?â you ask, your voice low but firm, your tone sharp enough to demand an honest answer.
Her head shakes frantically, her words spilling out in broken, desperate gasps. âNo, please, donât stop. Donât stop. I need more.â
Your cock twitches at her plea. This is what you love about herâthat insatiable drive, the way she pushes herself, the way she matches your own hunger to ruin and be ruined. Sheâs perfect, absolutely fucking perfect.
A smirk tugs at your lips as you click the vibrator back onânot at the soft hum of earlier, but at full blast. The sound cuts through the room like a sharp blade, and Mina jerks, her body trembling violently as the powerful vibrations slam into her.
She moans loudly, her thighs shaking as she struggles to keep herself steady, but you donât give her the chance to adjust. You grip your cock and guide it back to her mouth, sliding past her parted lips before she can even try to take control.
âIâll handle this,â you growl, your voice thick with dominance.
Mina whimpers around you, the vibrations pushing her closer to the edge as she struggles to keep up. Her throat tightens instinctively, the sound of her gagging mixed with the muffled moans spilling from her. Sheâs a fucking messâher body trembling, drool pouring from her lips, soaking your cock as she tries to keep up with your relentless thrusts.
âThatâs it,â you growl, your hands gripping her hair tightly. âLet me use that pretty mouth. You love it, donât you? Being treated like this.â
She moans her agreement, the sound muffled but desperate, and her throat convulses around you as you push deeper. Her whole body is shaking now, writhing with the overwhelming force of the vibrator as it pulls her closer and closer to the edge.
âGod, youâre such a fucking slut,â you mutter, your hips slamming forward as you fuck her mouth harder. âLook at you, trembling like this, gagging on my cock. You want me to ruin you, donât you?â
Minaâs muffled moans rise in pitch, her body jerking uncontrollably as her orgasm starts to crest.
Just as her thighs clench and her muffled cries grow louder, you pull out of her mouth and click the vibrator off again.
Her head snaps up, her lips glossy and swollen as she gasps for air. Her chest heaves, her body trembling, and she moans loudly, frustration dripping from her voice. âPlease, Iâoh godâI was so close! I was going to cum, itâs so strongâplease let me!â
You shake your head, smirking as you cup her jaw and make her look at you. âYou donât get to cum yet,â you say firmly. âNot until I say so.â
She whimpers, her entire body quivering with pent-up need, but she doesnât argue. You release her jaw, stepping back. âGet up,â you command.
Mina obeys, her legs shaking as she rises to her feet. Her eyes are glossy with frustration, her body a wreck of sweat, spit, and arousal, but she doesnât hesitate.
You pull the vibrator from her pussy, the toy dripping wet, her slick coating your fingers and her inner thighs. You look at her, smirking at the state sheâs in. âYouâre soaked,â you say, your voice filled with amusement.
She doesnât respond, her lips trembling as she waits for your next order.
âGo to the bed,â you command, your tone sharp.
She stumbles slightly as she turns, her legs unsteady, and you follow behind her as she moves to the bed. When she reaches it, you place a hand on her shoulder and push her down. She falls forward, landing on her stomach, her bound hands pressed against the small of her back.
âStick your ass out,â you growl, stepping closer.
Mina obeys, lifting her hips off the mattress, her face pressed into the sheets as her ass arches into the air. Sheâs completely exposed to you, her pussy glistening, her thighs trembling with the effort to hold herself steady.
You step closer, your cock throbbing as you grip her hips, positioning yourself behind her. âYou look so fucking good like this,â you mutter, dragging the tip of your cock through her folds. âCompletely ruined. Completely mine.â
You waste no time. As soon as your cock lines up with her soaked, swollen entrance, you thrust into her hard, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal motion. Mina screams out, the sound muffled by the mattress as her pussy clenches tight around you, still hypersensitive from the vibrator. The heat, the slicknessâitâs almost overwhelming, and for a second, you have to remind yourself not to lose control too soon.
âFuck,â you growl, gripping her bound wrists tightly. âYouâre so fucking tight, Mina. So wet for me.â
Her moans come fast and loud, her voice trembling as she presses her cheek into the sheets, her body writhing beneath you. âItâs all for you,â she gasps, her words barely coherent. âPlease, donât stop. Donât fucking stop.â
âOh, Iâm not stopping,â you snarl, pulling back just enough to slam into her again, harder this time.
Your pace is relentless, every thrust driving into her soaked, pink pussy with an unforgiving rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with her breathless moans and the creak of the bed.
Your grip on her wrists tightens as you use them to pull her back onto your cock, forcing her to take every inch. Mina cries out, her body arching as the force of your movements sends shivers down her spine.
âYou like this, donât you?â you growl, leaning forward slightly, your chest grazing her back. âBeing fucked like this. Rough. Hard.â
âYes!â she screams, her voice muffled by the sheets. âI love it. I love how rough you are with me.â
Her confession only spurs you on, your hips slamming into her harder, your cock hitting her deepest spots with every thrust. You release one of her wrists, your now-free hand sliding down her back to grab her ass.
âYouâre such a fucking slut,â you mutter, squeezing the soft flesh roughly. âTaking me like this. So desperate to be ruined.â
She moans in response, her body trembling as your fingers dig into her skin. Then, without warning, you raise your hand and bring it down on her ass with a sharp slap.
Mina cries out, her voice high and broken, but she doesnât pull away. If anything, she arches her back further, presenting herself to you like the obedient little slut she is.
âThatâs what I thought,â you mutter, spanking her again, harder this time.
The sound echoes through the room, sharp and satisfying, and you watch as a red handprint blooms across her pale skin. You donât give her time to recover before you spank her again, and again, alternating between cheeks until both are flushed and burning.
âYou like that?â you growl, your hand coming down on her ass once more. âYou like being punished, donât you?â
âYes!â she moans, her voice trembling with desperation. âI love it. Please, more. Donât stop.â
Her pussy tightens around you, her walls clenching rhythmically as her pleasure builds. Sheâs close, so close, and you can feel it in the way her body shudders with every thrust.
âLook at you,â you mutter, gripping her ass tightly, your fingers digging into the soft, reddened skin. âA fucking mess. My mess. Youâre not cumming yet, though. Not until I say so.â
Mina whimpers, her legs trembling as you drive into her harder, deeper, your cock stretching her perfectly. âPlease,â she gasps, her voice breaking. âPlease, Iâm so close. I canât take it.â
âYouâll take whatever I give you,â you snap, spanking her again for good measure. âNow shut up and keep moaning for me.â
Her cries grow louder, her voice hoarse from screaming, but she doesnât argue. She just takes it, her body shaking with need, her pussy dripping onto your cock as you pound into her without mercy.
Your hands grip Mina's burning, reddened ass, the color matching the flushed glow of her skin. Sheâs a mess, writhing beneath you as you fuck her relentlessly, every sharp thrust dragging high-pitched moans and gasps from her throat. Her pussy clings to you, wet and tight, taking you so perfectly that itâs driving you insane.
âOh god,â she sobs into the mattress, her voice cracking. âYour cock⊠itâs so fucking thick. I can feel everything. You fuck me so goodâso fucking good. Please, donât stop.â
Her words only push you further, your nails digging into the raw heat of her ass. You squeeze the soft flesh hard, watching it bounce each time your hips slam into her. The sight, the sounds, the feel of herâall of it has you teetering on the edge of control.
âYouâre addicted, arenât you?â you growl, your voice low and dangerous. âAddicted to my cock, to the way I ruin you.â
âYes!â she screams, her body arching beneath you. âIâm addicted! I fucking love it! I love the way you fuck me!â
Her cries are music to your ears, her submission feeding your hunger. You thrust harder, your pace brutal and unforgiving, and Mina whimpers, her head turning to the side as tears of pleasure streak down her flushed cheeks.
âGood girl,â you snarl, delivering one final, violent thrust before pulling out. Mina lets out a desperate gasp at the loss, but before she can say anything, you grab her by the hips and flip her onto her back.
Her bound hands press awkwardly into the small of her back, but she doesnât complain. Her legs fall open instinctively, her swollen, glistening pussy on full display, her thighs trembling from the pounding youâve already given her.
You climb onto the bed, positioning yourself between her legs. She looks up at you with glassy, tear-filled eyes, her lips parted, her entire body trembling. Sheâs completely wrecked, a vision of perfect submission.
âYou look so fucking ruined,â you mutter, gripping her thighs as you press your cock back into her soaked heat.
Mina cries out as you fill her again, her body arching as your cock stretches her tight pussy. You waste no time, slamming into her with the same ferocity as before, her bound hands shifting awkwardly beneath her but neither of you caring.
âLook at me,â you command, your voice sharp.
Her eyes snap to yours, wide and desperate, her lips trembling as she moans incoherently.
âLook at me as you cum,â you growl, leaning over her, your hands gripping her waist tightly as you fuck her harder, deeper. âI want to see your fucking face when you fall apart.â
Minaâs face is a mess, streaked with tears and drool, her lips swollen and glossy. Her moans grow louder, more broken, her words slurring as the pleasure overwhelms her.
âYou,â she gasps suddenly, her voice trembling as she tries to speak. âYou're gonnaââ
You lean over her, cutting her off with a sharp slap across the face. The sound echoes through the room, her head snapping to the side.
âCall me boss,â you snarl, your hand gripping her chin and forcing her to look at you.
âIâm sorry,â she moans, her voice high and shaky. âIâm sorry, boss.â
âGood girl,â you growl, your lips curling into a wicked smirk. âNow keep taking it.â
Your thrusts grow faster, harder, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room. Minaâs cries reach a fever pitch, her bound hands twitching uselessly behind her as her body trembles violently.
âIâm close,â she sobs, her voice breaking. âBoss, Iâm so fucking close. Please, let me cum.â
âNot yet,â you snap, your grip on her waist tightening as you slam into her with brutal precision. âNot until I say so.â
Her face contorts with pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream as her entire body tenses beneath you. Sheâs right on the edge, teetering dangerously close to release, but youâre not letting her go yet.
Your thrusts are relentless, pounding into Mina with all the force you can muster. Her bound hands dig into the mattress beneath her, her face turned to the side, tears streaking her cheeks as her cries fill the room. Sheâs a vision of complete surrenderâher trembling body stretched beneath you, her pussy soaking wet and clenching tight around your cock, her flushed skin glistening with sweat.
As you maintain your brutal rhythm, your free hand moves down between her legs, your fingers finding her swollen, throbbing clit. The moment you touch her, Mina jerks violently, her moan rising into a sharp, desperate wail.
âNo, please,â she gasps, her voice breaking as she writhes beneath you. âIâI canât. Iâm too sensitive. I canât take itââ
âYou can take it,â you growl, cutting her off as you rub her clit with deliberate, teasing circles. âYouâll take everything I give you, Mina. You always do.â
She sobs, her body bucking against you as your fingers press harder, rolling her sensitive nub between them in perfect time with your deep, punishing thrusts. Sheâs completely at your mercy, unable to move, unable to escape the overwhelming sensations tearing through her.
âLook at you,â you mutter, your voice low and rough. âWrithing like this, begging me to stop, but your pussyâs clenching so fucking tight around me. You love this, donât you? Being completely mine.â
âYes,â she cries, her voice hoarse and desperate. âYes, I love it. I love how you ruin me. Pleaseâplease, Iâm so close. I canât hold itââ
âDonât,â you snap, your tone sharp and commanding. âNot until I tell you to.â
Minaâs head thrashes against the mattress, her cries growing louder as your fingers work her clit faster, your cock slamming into her with unrelenting force. Her body trembles violently, her thighs shaking as she teeters on the edge, her bound hands clawing uselessly at the sheets.
âBoss,â she sobs, tears streaming down her reddened eyes. âPleaseâplease, let me cum. Iâm begging you.â
You slow your thrusts just enough to lean down, your breath hot against her ear. âCum for me,â you growl, your voice like a trigger pulling her apart.
The moment the words leave your mouth, Mina breaks.
Her body arches off the bed, her mouth falling open in a scream so loud it nearly echoes. Her pussy clenches hard around you, and then it happensâa sudden, powerful jet of liquid sprays from her, soaking the sheets beneath her.
âFuck,â you groan, pulling your cock out just in time to watch the next jet shoot out, her thighs trembling as more streams of liquid gush from her.
âGood girl,â you mutter, your voice thick with awe as you rub her clit harder. âKeep going. Cum for me. Let it all out.â
Mina convulses beneath you, her body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. Her sobs mix with her moans, her face twisted in pure ecstasy as more jets of liquid spray from her, soaking the bed and your thighs.
You guide her through it, your fingers never leaving her clit, your voice a steady command in her ear. âThatâs it,â you growl. âMore. I want more.â
Her screams grow louder as her body obeys, her pussy releasing another powerful jet, soaking everything beneath her. Sheâs a messâtears streaming down her face, her chest heaving, her entire body trembling as she squirts uncontrollably, completely at your mercy.
When her squirts finally slow, her body collapses onto the bed, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths. Her hands remain bound behind her, her face turned to the side, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Sheâs completely ruined, her thighs slick with wetness, the bed beneath her drenched.
You brush a strand of hair from her flushed face, leaning down to kiss her cheek softly. âYouâre incredible,â you murmur, your voice softer now. âAbsolutely perfect.â
Mina doesnât respond, too wrecked to speak, but the faint, satisfied smile on her lips tells you everything you need to know.
Youâre far from done with Mina. She might be lying there on the bed, ruined and panting, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm that just ripped through herâbut sheâs not finished.
You climb off the bed, ignoring her soft, ragged breaths, and pick up the vibrator from where it landed on the floor. Itâs slick with her arousal, glistening in the dim light, and you turn it over in your hand as you glance back at her.
When you return to the bed, she looks up at you through hazy, tear-filled eyes, confusion flickering across her face. âWhat are you doing?â she asks, her voice hoarse, her body twitching involuntarily.
You smirk, climbing onto the bed and pressing the vibrator against her sensitive, overstimulated pussy. âYouâll finish,â you murmur, your tone sharp and commanding, âwhen Iâm done with you.â
Before she can protest, you flick the vibrator back on, setting it to its highest intensity. The sudden jolt of vibrations against her oversensitive clit makes her cry out, her back arching as her legs tremble violently.
âWaitâplease, I canâtââ she gasps, but her words dissolve into a strangled moan as the relentless vibrations assault her already wrecked nerves.
âYou can,â you say, your voice low and firm, pressing the vibrator deeper against her slick folds. âYou will.â
Her cries are desperate, her body squirming beneath you as the toy pushes her to the brink again. But youâre not just here to watch her unravelâyouâre here to take her completely.
You straddle her chest, your cock thick and heavy as it hovers just above her face. âOpen your mouth,â you command, gripping the base and stroking it slowly.
Mina obeys immediately, her lips parting as her teary, lust-filled eyes meet yours. You guide your cock into her mouth, the warm, wet heat of her lips wrapping around you like they were made for this.
âGood girl,â you murmur, your voice thick with pleasure as she takes you in.
The combination of the vibrator and your cock is too much for her, her body trembling violently beneath you. Her moans vibrate against your cock as she sucks desperately, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her lips stretching to accommodate your size.
âThatâs it,â you growl, your hand gripping her hair tightly. âSuck me like the good little slut you are.â
Mina moans in response, the sound muffled but filled with desperation. Her face contorts with pleasure and sensitivity as the vibrator continues its assault, her cries muffled by your cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
You thrust slowly at first, savoring the sight of herâher flushed cheeks, her teary eyes, her lips glistening with spit and pre-cum. But as your own pleasure builds, you start to lose control, your hips moving faster, your cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.
âYou look so fucking perfect like this,â you mutter, watching her face contort with overstimulation as the vibrator continues its relentless work. âSucking my cock while youâre falling apart. Youâre mine, Mina. Every fucking inch of you is mine.â
She moans again, her cries muffled as her body shakes beneath you. You can feel her reaching her limit, her desperation palpable, and just as her tears start to spill freely down her cheeks, you pull your cock from her mouth.
Mina gasps for air, her chest heaving as she looks up at you with glassy, tear-streaked eyes. But even now, with her face red and soaked with tears, sheâs still begging.
âPlease,â she whimpers, her voice trembling. âPlease, cum for me. I need it. I need you to cum.â
Her plea sends a jolt of heat straight through you, and you stroke yourself harder, faster, your cock slick and throbbing as you hover over her ruined face.
âFuck,â you groan, your breath hitching as you reach your peak.
The first thick rope of cum hits her cheek, warm and sticky against her flushed skin. Mina moans loudly, her lips parting as her tongue flicks out instinctively, trying to catch the next spurt. You oblige, aiming for her mouth, her lips, her chin, painting her with each powerful burst.
âGod, Mina,â you mutter, your voice low and raw as you watch your cum drip down her face, mixing with her tears and spit. âYou look so fucking good like this. Completely fucking ruined.â
She moans softly, her body still trembling as the vibrator finally pushes her over the edge again. Another sharp cry escapes her lips as her hips buck uncontrollably, her legs shaking as she rides out the intense waves of pleasure.
You reach down, finally flicking the vibrator off, and Mina collapses against the bed, her chest heaving, her face still glistening with cum.
âThank you,â she whispers, her voice hoarse and filled with exhaustion.
You lean down, brushing a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead as you admire her. Sheâs a messâtear-streaked, cum-covered, and completely wrecked. And sheâs perfect.
â
Youâre sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, the blue light from the screen casting a faint glow over the room. The meetingâs scheduled. The weight of it settles on your shoulders like a slow, creeping ache. You toss the phone onto the bed, letting it bounce to the side, and drop your head into your hands.
The company, the decisions, the scrutinyâitâs like the walls are closing in, and youâre stuck, watching as everything you built gets twisted into something you barely recognize.
You donât hear her at first, the soft padding of her bare feet on the carpet. Itâs not until her arms wrap around you from behind, her warmth pressing into your back, that you lift your head.
âHey,â Mina says softly, her voice gentle. âAre you okay?â
You let out a heavy sigh, leaning into her touch. âNot really.â
She steps around you, her delicate hands sliding to your shoulders as she kneels in front of you. She looks incredible, even now, wearing the pink nightgown you bought for her. The soft fabric clings to her slim frame, the lace teasing at the swell of her breasts. The matching pink collar rests against her collarbone, the glow of it almost distracting enough to make you forget the storm in your head.
But not quite.
Her dark eyes search yours, full of concern. âWhatâs wrong?â
You rub the back of your neck, exhaling slowly. âEverything feels⊠off. This business, this companyâitâs not what it used to be. Priorities have shifted. People care more about playing politics than innovation. And I let it happen.â
She shakes her head, squeezing your shoulders gently. âItâs not your fault.â
âIt is,â you say firmly. âI made bad calls along the way. I compromised when I shouldnât have. Now weâre here, and it feels like I canât fix it.â
Mina frowns, her hands sliding up to cup your face. âYou built this empire practically from nothing,â she says, her voice steady but soft. âYou took an idea and turned it into something the entire world knows about. Thatâs not nothing.â
You lean into her touch, your jaw tightening as her words sink in. âDo you really think I can do it again?â
She nods without hesitation, her eyes shining with certainty. âI do. The more time I spend with you, the more I am impressed by your talent. Your mind, the way you think, the way you createânone of thatâs gone. No one can take that away from you. Youâre the reason this exists. And you can do it again, if thatâs what you want.â
Her words stir something inside you, a small flicker of hope in the middle of all the noise. You reach up, gently taking her hand in yours, and press a kiss to her palm.
âThank you,â you murmur, your voice quieter now. âFor being here. For⊠everything.â
Mina smiles, her cheeks tinged with the faintest blush. âAlways,â she says softly. âIâm not going anywhere.â
You shift slightly, leaning forward to meet her gaze more closely. âHow about you? How are you feeling?â
She laughs lightly, brushing her hair behind her ear. âTired,â she admits, her lips curving into a teasing smile. âYou were a little hard on me today.â
A low chuckle escapes you, some of the weight lifting as you smirk at her. âI was, wasnât I?â you say, your tone playful. âI canât help it. Seeing you like that⊠so obedient, so submissive. It makes me lose my mind.â
Minaâs blush deepens, but she doesnât look away. âItâs okay,â she says, her smile softening. âI like it. And I expect more of it.â
You grin, leaning closer until your forehead nearly brushes hers. âAs long as you stay by my side, youâll have all that and more,â you murmur.
Her breath catches slightly, her lips parting as your hand cups her cheek. You close the gap, your lips meeting hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. Itâs softer than earlier, less frantic, but no less intense. Thereâs a tenderness to it, a quiet understanding passing between you as her hands slide up to rest on your chest.
When you finally pull back, you rest your forehead against hers, your voice low. âYouâre everything, Mina. Donât forget that.â
She smiles, her hands tightening slightly on your shirt. âI wonât,â she whispers. âAnd neither will you.â
For the first time all night, the chaos in your mind quiets, replaced by the steady presence of her. And in that moment, nothing else matters.
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Two months of chaos. Thatâs what it took to pull yourself free from the machine youâd spent years building. Contracts to review, lawyers to meet with, and an endless stream of bureaucratic bullshit. Resignation letters, termination agreements, negotiations about what you could and couldnât take with you. Every step was a battle, but you played it perfectly.
The car softwareâyour brainchild, your visionâwas never officially signed over or patented under the companyâs name. That little loophole became your salvation. It gave you the leverage to walk out the door with your idea intact, no strings attached. And in the process, you secured the interest of three key players in the automotive industry, three brand owners who were already circling the idea like sharks in bloody water.
Youâre at your desk, your laptop open as you finalize another email to your lawyers, ensuring every loose end is tied up. Your focus is sharp, but the tension lingers in your shoulders. The futureâs uncertain, but itâs yours.
What you donât expect is for the door to your office to fly open.
You flinch slightly, your head snapping up as an executive storms in, his face red with irritation. He doesnât even knock.
âWhat the hell is this?â he demands, his voice sharp as he throws a folder onto your desk. âYouâre taking the entire car software project with you? Youâre gutting us for your new company?â
Your eyes narrow, your jaw tightening as you sit back in your chair. âFirst off,â you say coolly, âyouâre in my office. Uninvited. Do you not know how to knock?â
He glares at you, but you donât flinch.
âSecond,â you continue, âeverything Iâm taking is mine. Legally. I created it, and your precious contracts never signed it away. So yeah, Iâm taking whatâs mine. Donât like it? Take it up with my lawyers.â
The manâs hands ball into fists at his sides, but he doesnât say another word. He knows he has nothing to stand on. With a final, furious glare, he turns on his heel and storms out, slamming the door behind him.
The room goes quiet, and you exhale, leaning back in your chair. Beneath your desk, Mina shifts slightly, her movement brushing against your thighs.
âHeâs gone,â you say, glancing down.
Mina looks up at you, her cheeks flushed, her lips shiny. Your pants are pushed down around your thighs, and her small hands rest lightly on your legs as she kneels there, her body hidden from anyone who mightâve walked in.
âYou should have locked the door,â you mutter, your tone half-annoyed, half-amused.
Her eyes widen slightly, and she pulls back just enough to say, âIâm sorry, boss. I forgot.â
You smirk, shaking your head. âItâs fine,â you say. âJust donât forget next time.â
âYes, boss,â she says softly, a teasing smile tugging at her lips before she leans back in, taking your cock into her mouth again.
The warm, wet heat of her mouth makes you groan softly, your hand resting lightly on the back of her head as she starts to move, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down the shaft.
âGood girl,â you murmur, your voice low. âNow, where was I?â
Mina hums softly around your cock, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she sucks you with slow, deliberate movements.
You lean back slightly, your hand stroking her hair as you speak. âIâve been talking to Joy,â you say casually. âSheâs going to work for me at the new company.â
Mina pauses, pulling your cock from her mouth with a soft pop. âThatâs great,â she says, her voice breathy but cheerful. âI like Joy.â
You smirk, brushing a thumb over her flushed cheek. âSheâll be good for this. Sheâs sharp, and she knows how I work.â
Mina nods, her smile widening slightly before she leans back in, taking you into her mouth again. Her pace quickens slightly, her hands resting on your thighs as her lips slide up and down your shaft, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside.
You groan, your fingers tightening in her hair as you guide her movements. âAnd you,â you murmur, looking down at her. âYouâre going to stay by my side through all of this, arenât you?â
Mina moans softly around your cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you. She doesnât pull back this time, doesnât speakâshe just nods, her dark eyes locking onto yours as she sucks you with growing intensity.
âGood,â you mutter, your voice rough. âBecause I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
Minaâs warm, wet mouth moves expertly over your cock, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down your shaft. Her hands grip your thighs lightly, steadying herself as she works, her soft moans vibrating against your skin. You lean back in your chair, one hand resting on the desk, the other buried in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
âDeeper,â you mutter, tightening your grip on her hair. âTake it all, Mina.â
She hums softly, her lips stretching further as she pushes down, her throat tightening around you. A guttural groan escapes your lips as her gag reflex flutters slightly, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.
âThatâs it, good girl,â you say, your voice thick with arousal. âGod, youâve gotten so good at this.â
Her dark eyes flick up to meet yours, glistening with tears from the effort, and the sight of herâcompletely submissive, completely yoursâfuels you.
âLetâs talk plans,â you say, your tone shifting just slightly, though your voice is still rough. âStart small. The new company needs to earn trust firstâno overreaching. Iâve already got three brands interested. They see the potential in the software, and thatâs the hook. But weâll grow slow, steady.â
Mina doesnât stop, her head bobbing up and down as her lips glide over your cock, her spit slick and warm. You can barely focus on your own words, her mouth feels so fucking good.
âJoy will be a big help,â you continue, your grip tightening slightly in her hair as you guide her down further. âShe knows how this industry works, and sheâs sharp as hell. With her managing operations, I can focus on building relationships with the brands. The softwareâs going to change the market. Theyâll see that soon enough.â
Mina pulls back slightly, her lips glistening as she catches her breath. âJoyâs smart,â she says softly, her voice hoarse but sincere. âSheâll do great.â
âYouâll keep your role too,â you say, brushing a thumb over her cheek. âYouâve learned so much already, Mina. Youâve picked it up faster than I expected. Youâre doing an amazing job.â
Her lips curl into a small smile, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. âThank you, boss,â she murmurs, her voice low. Then, without warning, she leans lower, her tongue flicking out to tease your balls.
âFuck,â you groan, your head tilting back as her warm tongue licks a slow, deliberate path. She takes her time, her mouth soft and teasing, her hands still resting on your thighs.
âYou really do know how to keep me happy,â you mutter, your voice strained as she sucks one of your balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it.
She hums softly in response, the vibration sending shivers through you.
âAll the papers are talking about it,â you say, your words a little rushed now as you struggle to focus through the haze of pleasure. âThis whole moveâitâs bold, radical. People are calling it insane. But fuck, the adrenaline⊠itâs good. Keeps me sharp.â
Mina pulls back with a soft pop, her tongue flicking over her lips as she shifts back to your cock. She wraps her lips around the head, sucking softly, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside.
You groan loudly, your hand tightening in her hair as your hips lift slightly, pushing deeper into her mouth. âMina,â you mutter, your voice low and rough. âYouâre so fucking good at this. Keep going. Iâm almost there.â
She moans softly around your cock, the sound vibrating against you as she sucks harder, her rhythm quickening. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, filled with lust and submission.
âDonât stop,â you growl, your grip firm as you guide her movements. âFuck, Iâm so close. Just keep doing what youâre doing, baby. Youâre perfect.â
Minaâs pace quickens, her lips gliding over your cock with obscene precision. Every movement is deliberate, calculated, as if sheâs determined to milk every ounce of pleasure from you. Her mouth is warm, wet, and relentless, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside with every deep, eager stroke.
âFuck, Mina,â you groan, your head tilting back slightly as you grip her hair tighter.
Her moans vibrate around you, her hands joining the effort as she strokes the base of your cock in rhythm with her mouth. Sheâs messy, spit dripping down her chin, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. The sound of her sucking is loud, lewd, and perfect, filling the room and mixing with your heavy breaths.
The pleasure is overwhelming, growing with every second, every flick of her tongue. She pulls back briefly, her lips red and glistening, her hand still stroking you as she looks up at you through her lashes.
âCum for me,â she whispers, her voice breathy and thick with desire. âI want it in my mouth. Please, boss. Let me taste you.â
The way she asksâso full of need, so desperateâsends a surge of heat straight through you. Your cock twitches in her hand, and you groan, your fingers tightening in her hair.
âYou want it?â you growl, your voice rough.
âYes,â she breathes, her eyes locked onto yours. âPlease. I need it.â
She doesnât wait for a response, leaning back in and taking you into her mouth again, deeper this time, her throat relaxing as she swallows more of you. She moves faster, her head bobbing, her tongue swirling, her lips sealing around you with perfect pressure.
âFuck,â you groan, your hips lifting slightly as the pleasure becomes unbearable. âMina⊠Iâm gonnaâfuck, donât stop.â
She moans around you, her hands gripping your thighs as she takes you even deeper, her pace frantic. The combination of her mouth, her hands, and her raw need drives you over the edge.
Your body tenses, a guttural moan ripping from your throat as you cum hard, spurts of hot cum flooding her mouth. Mina chokes slightly but doesnât pull away, her throat working to swallow as much as she can.
âGood girl,â you mutter, your voice strained as you ride out your orgasm. âFuck, youâre such a good girl.â
You stay inside her mouth, your cock still throbbing as the last few spurts spill onto her tongue. Minaâs lips remain wrapped around you, her eyes half-lidded as she looks up at you, swallowing every drop.
Youâre about to lean down to touch her when the door suddenly opens.
Your head snaps up, and thereâs Joy, standing in the doorway, a folder in her hand. She pauses, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your expressionâthe faint flush on your cheeks, the way youâre slouched in your chair, your hand still resting suspiciously on your desk.
âTheyâre calling you,â she says, her tone casual but laced with curiosity.
You clear your throat, straightening up as much as you can without giving anything away. âIâll be there in a minute,â you reply, your voice steady despite the situation. âAnd maybe next time, knock before you come barging in.â
Joy raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. âSorry about that,â she says, though her tone doesnât sound sorry at all. She steps further into the room, glancing around. âWhereâs Mina?â
Your jaw tightens, and you glance toward the desk briefly before looking back at her. âSheâs⊠somewhere,â you say vaguely.
Joyâs smirk widens, and her gaze drops to the floor, lingering for a moment before she shakes her head. âOh.. I get it,â she mutters under her breath, realizing exactly where Mina is.
She lifts a hand, waving dismissively as she backs toward the door. âOkay, okay. Iâll leave you two alone. But hurry up. People are waiting.â
Just before she leaves, she glances over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. âYouâre killing it, by the way.â
The door clicks shut, and the room is silent again.
Beneath the desk, Mina pulls back slightly, her lips shining as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks up at you, her cheeks flushed, a playful smile on her face. âSheâs right, you know,â she says softly.
You chuckle, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from her face. âYeah? Killing it, huh?â
She nods, leaning into your touch. âAlways.â
You stroke her cheek gently, your thumb brushing over her warm, soft skin. âAnd youâre perfect,â you murmur.
Her smile widens, her eyes shining with warmth as she rests her head against your thigh, completely content.
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It didnât take long for the shift to happen. Two months after pulling yourself out of the corporate machine that had become a prison, you were already laying the groundwork for your comeback. The new companyâa lean, hungry startup fueled by your vision and unrelenting driveârose quickly, faster than even you had anticipated.
The car software, once just an idea others wanted to bury under politics and bureaucracy, became your flagship. A revelation in the market. Investors flocked to you like moths to a flame, and the deals you struck were smart, strategic. It wasnât just about money; it was about power, control, showing everyone who dared doubt you that you were still hereâand better than ever.
Your competitors? They felt it. Hard. Market shares plummeted, millions evaporated, and their weak attempts to counter your software only made your success more prominent. Youâd created something they couldnât match.
And through it all, the people who mattered most stuck by you. Joy, sharp as ever, was now more than just a former secretary or a trusted confidanteâshe was a critical piece of this machine, managing operations with an efficiency that made you wonder how you ever did without her.
A handful of employees from your old company came aboard too, loyal to the end, believing in you even when the others whispered doubts. They recognized what the world was starting to see again: you donât lose.
Then, there was Mina.
Mina wasnât just a constant; she was the steady hum beneath the chaos, the quiet fire that kept you grounded. She was still your secretary, still that eager-to-please presence at your side, but now she was moreâso much more. The late nights at the office turned into intimate moments stolen in shadowed corners, in your private jet, in hotel suites during business trips. She was your confidante, your release, your everything when the world outside demanded too much.
And now, as you sit in your sleek new officeâyour name etched in chrome on the door, the skyline stretching out before youâit feels like everything is finally falling into place.
Joy steps into the room without knocking, a habit she never quite abandoned. Sheâs holding a tablet, her eyes scanning the screen as she approaches your desk.
âWeâve got numbers from the latest rollout,â she says, placing the tablet in front of you. âItâs better than we projected. Way better.â
You glance at the screen, a slow smile spreading across your face as you skim the data. âOf course it is,â you say, leaning back in your chair.
Joy smirks, crossing her arms. âCocky as ever.â
âConfident,â you correct, meeting her gaze. âThereâs a difference.â
She shakes her head but doesnât argue. âYouâve earned it,â she admits. âBut donât let it go to your head. Thereâs still work to do.â
âThere always is,â you say, standing and moving to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city stretches out before you, a sprawling testament to your return.
Joy follows your gaze for a moment before nodding toward the door. âIâll let you get back to it. Just donât forget the investor dinner tonight. Try to charm them instead of bulldozing, yeah?â
âNo promises,â you say with a smirk, and she laughs as she leaves.
The door clicks shut, and you exhale, letting the moment sink in. Youâre back. Not just back, but on top again, exactly where you belong.
Thereâs a soft knock at the door, and you already know who it is.
âCome in,â you call, turning back to your desk.
Mina steps inside, dressed in a fitted pencil skirt and blouse, her usual professional polish. Her hair falls in soft waves, and sheâs carrying a tray with your usual coffee, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she approaches.
âYour coffee, boss,â she says with a small smile, setting the tray down carefully.
âThank you,â you say, sitting back down and watching her as she moves around your desk to stand beside you.
âHowâs everything going?â she asks.
âBetter than I couldâve hoped,â you say honestly, reaching for the coffee. âThe numbers are in, and theyâre blowing expectations out of the water.â
Her smile widens, and she rests a hand lightly on your shoulder. âI knew youâd do it,â she says softly.
âYouâre part of that,â you reply, glancing up at her. âYouâve been incredible, Mina. I donât say it enough, but I couldnât have done this without you.â
Her cheeks flush, and she ducks her head slightly, her fingers tightening on your shoulder. âYou donât have to say it,â she murmurs. âI know.â
You set the coffee down and reach for her hand, pulling her gently into your lap. She goes willingly, her arms wrapping around your neck as she settles against you.
âThis is just the beginning,â you say, your voice low. âWeâve got so much more to do, so much more to build. But as long as youâre here, I know I can handle it.â
âIâm not going anywhere,â she says, her tone firm.
You smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. âGood. Because this empire? Itâs just getting started. Weâve got so much more to build, so much more to prove. And I want you right there with me, every step of the way.â
She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel itâthe power, the fire, the unshakable certainty that together, youâre unstoppable. The worldâs yours for the taking, and sheâs the one who makes it all worth it.
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Am I Enough ?
summary : Alfred unexplainably dislikes a certain Wayne member and is hellbent on making her life as miserable as it can get .

What does it take to make a person break ? What does it take to make a person want to pull apart themselves from within ? What makes a person want to drown themselves in an unimaginable abyss and let its infinite darkness swallow them hole ?
Well, if you asked name, it would be watching Alfred treat every other family member with the utmost respect and love, but when it comes to her , he is cold and unforgiving .
Sometimes , name sits in her room and reflects - sometimes she thinks she's being dramatic - taking things out of portion . Maybe Alfred hadn't made her any dinner like everyone else because he was tired ? Maybe he didn't offer to patch up her bleeding wounds because he had to tend to Tim's scar ?
Name can't tell you how many excuses she had made for that man and his odd behavior towards her . Was it because she was a product of Bruce's one night stands ? It has to be impossible because he treats Damian with utmost care despite their constant back and forts and his own creation.
Is it because she was abnoxious ? That would explain the glare he shot her whenever she spoke during dinner . She tried - lord knows name - tried apologizing to the older head so many times over the years she has lived and served under Bruce Wayne, but the older head would always dismiss her .
Name pretends it's not a big deal - a pathetic attempt of dealing with her problems, but what else was she to do ? Alfred was so loved and appreciated in this family that if she dared speak something ill against him - she shivered and dreaded the consequences .
She already knows what they would tell her , " Name, don't be so dramatic Alfred has served us for so long be appreciative" , " Name , not everyone has to like you , I thought you were more mature than this " , " Name , you can't be this ridiculous ".
Thoughts like these swirl around her head like a violent tornado whenever she so much has a silver of confidence to approach anyone on the topic . So, name feigns ignorance to the topic . Whenever Dick questions why Alfred can't simply drop her to school , name just lies about wanting to walk to school and back instead .
Whenever questioned why she cleans up after herself instead of leaving it to Alfred by Stephanie, name just laughs it off to being independent. She gets weird looks from Jason every time she shuffles a sandwich she made for herself for dinner , instead of the five-star meal, Alfred made them .
She always made excuses for that man, but lord - those that man hate her . She remembers in 8th grade when she felt sick, and she opted to stay home that day . Around noon, she had entered the kitchen for a drink when Alfred spotted her and began his berating.
" Name Wayne , your father spends thousands behind your tuition not so that you can discard it so recklessly to be a nobody." Name was so embarrassed that she simply shut herself in her room after that.
To make it even worse , Alfred had complained to Bruce about it right after, and she got a lecture from him too about how important academics were . That wasn't the worst of it - the worst was when she had her guy friend over in the library to study for an exam, and Alfred spotted them and accused her of being a hooker .
Any bits of sympathy and respect she held for that man died that day . Since then, they've been icy to one another , always sneering and glaring at one each other whenever they can .
Name is happy to report that since she turned 18 , she has long since left the mansion and has been living her life in New York . Far away from Gotham , far away from Alfred and far away enough to live her life without some old geaser up her behind .
She till works for Bruce, always sending over whatever bit of intel she found to him or Tim. Years passed like this, and name has yet to visit the manor since , to the point it's a running joke between Jason and Dick that he himself visits more than her .
The batfam likes to joke about every year around that it would take a ' Christmas miracle ' for name to show up, not knowing that Alfred purposely doesn't send her any invitations or the way Tim always suggests " we can make name bring the mash potatoes so she hasto join us ! " During Thanksgiving dinners .
As much as Bruce laughs and entertains the jokes , he always wondered why you never came , always wondered if they harmed you someway or how that made you want to distance yourself from them.
It all came down to a week before Christmas , and the batfam was busy helping preparations and ensuring the safety of Gotham was at its best this holiday . Bruce had just come back from patrol and was busy typing away at his computer when Alfred approached him with dinner.
" Alfred please prepare a room for name " Bruce says after a few beats of silence have passed . Alfred stills - almost dropping the platter of food . " Excuse me Master Wayne but what ?" Alfred asks - too shocked - too stunned by the request . He thought he gotten rid of you for good why - why now ?
Bruce raised an eyebrow at this , " I asked for you to prepare a room for Name , I have invited them over for Christmas " Bruce says once again , this time his voice firm . Alfred blinks his eyes - he can't belive it - can't grasp the fact that after all these years Bruce still cared about you of all people .
Before Alfred can even argue about it - Damian and Dick whom overheard the conversation eagerly approaches them . " Hmph my competent sibling would make this Christmas snowball fights ever so more winnable for us " Damian says with a smirk- he's already plotting in his head the shenigans the both of you can do to poor Jason.
Dick rolled his eyes but had a cheesy smile plastered on , " No way in hell you got name to come back home old man " Dick laughs out as he ruffles through Bruce's hair . Bruce stares at them all with a pokerface , " I personally talked with them and requested their presence this Christmas and told them it was non-negotiable "
Dick laughs , " You're treating them like they're Jason and would rather ship themselves to the sun than come home " . Damian nods his head to this , " My sibling is more competent than that idiot " . A batrang is then thrown at his head to which Damain eagerly dodges .
" SHUT UP YOU LITTLE GREMLIN " Jason shouts in the distance , Tim's laughter echoing right after . A fight begins to ensue and Bruce returns back to his work - ignoring everyone while Alfred is stood there frozen in disbelief .
A week passed a name is standing in front of the looming mansion. Nothing has changed since the day she left - especially the scowling old man awaiting in the foyer for her . " Good evening Alfred " Name greets him as she removes her coat and hangs it on the hanger . " It would of been a better evening if you never came " Alfred says before walking away . Name scowled - ' why does he always have a stick up his behind ?' She thinks as she invited herself inside.
' Also what was the point of waiting for her if he'd just walk away ?' Name thinks to herself as she seats herself in the dinner table . " NAME !! " Stephanie exclaims at her arrival. Beside her , Tim embraces her and Jason flicks her forehead .
" Name welcome back " Bruce greets her at the head of the table . Name smiles at her dad - a sense of happiness fills her , after years of celebrating the holidays alone or among friends , she's happy to be back home amoug them.
" We missed you name like Damian literally cried when you left " Dick says with a giggle . Damian angrily shoves him off his seat , " Shut up grayson that literally never happened " .
Name laughs but was interupted by a Alfred's cough. " Dinner is served masters " he says as he places plates in front of everyone except name . " Where is Nameâs plate ?" Tim asks - breaking the comfortable silence . Everyone turns to Alfred who quickly feigns ignorance . " Apologies Master Drake I am afraid I forgot Name was visiting and hadn't prepared anything "
Bruce and Damian both quirk their eyebrows in confusion because all week - they've both been talking about your arrival how can he simply forget ? . Name awkwardly laughs , " It's alright everyone I'll make myself a sandwich-" She tries to excuse herself but is stopped when Jason angrily bangs his hands against the table .
" This is absolutely ridiculous Alfred I know you hate them but to be this petty?" He argues . Silence envelops the table - name stunned because how the hell did Jason know about any of this ? How did he notice ?
" Jason that's a wild accusation -" Tim starts but Jason cuts him off . " No listen - I don't know how none of you ever noticed but name always has to make their own food - I've never seen Alfred cook them anything " Jason points out .
The table is silent again . " Alfred why is that ?" Bruce asks . Alfred fumbles abit but clears his throat . " Name prefers to make her own meals " he lied . Everyone turns to name who's practically sinks in her own seat from the heated stares .
" Is this true Name ?" Bruce enquires sternly . " Yes ?" Name pathetically lies and curses herself internally. Damian glances at her and then at Alfred . " What is the meaning of this Alfred ?" He orders . Alfred has to steel himself from within before answering , " nothing of the sort master we just don't get along " was his excuse .
Silence draws out once more . " Why ?" Dick asks as he looks between you both . Name stayed silent before answering, " I don't know what I did - I tried apologizing but nothing changed " .
" Wait name !! " Bruce calls after her but it was too late she had already left, never to return home again .
Alfred shoots her a harsh glare , " It is because this family can do without her existence " and with that Alfred leaves the room without another word . Silence once again draws out but was broken by name pushing her seat back . " Was nice having dinner with you guys but I must leave " she says before hurriedly making her exit .
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DINING HALL LUKE HUGHES





summary your new friends donât know youâre dating michigans star hockey player
pairing luke hughes x girlfriend reader

You didnât intentionally keep your relationship with Luke Hughes a secret. I mean, why would you tell someone without them bringing it up?
But when you found yourself in the University of Michigan South Quad dining hall, with friends youâd made in your Media Production class, you found yourself hesitant to admit your connection to him.
It had only been two weeks since youâd started at Michigan, while Luke had already been playing hockey the year prior. Familial responsibilities had stopped you from beginning your first year with Luke, but you were more than happy to support his hockey career from a distance.
While you were eating the below average food youâd gotten from the dining hall, your friend Sophie spoke, âI have to do this feature for the newspaper on Luke Hughes.â
âThe hockey player? Oh my god,â your other friend, Chelsea, exclaimed.
She continued, âHe is a total smoke show,â she said while you kept yourself busy by eating your food.
âReally? Iâve never seen him,â Sophie questioned.
âTotally. And heâs so good at hockey, his whole familyâs genetics were like blessed from God,â Chelsea spoke passionately.
âI didnât realize he was popular like that, have you talked to him?â
Chelsea rolled her eyes, âOf course not, I think Iâd freak out too much. God if he gave me a chance the things Iâd do would be unspeakable I fear.â
She continued, âHeâs not like that at all though, Iâve never heard of him hooking up with anyone now that I think about it.â
Feeling uncomfortable, you continued sitting there in silence. It felt weird to now mention the fact he was your boyfriend of 3 years.
Finally looking up from your food, you saw two of Lukeâs teammates walk into the dining hall. Following closely were 3 more, and you knew Luke wasnât far behind.
As they were passing by, it was Ethan who greeted you first, âHey Y/N.â
âHi Ethan,â you replied back. You had met Lukeâs teammates a number of times from both last year when you visited and this year during the summer, and they were always friendly to you.
Behind him Mark followed, âY/N,â he said while nodding his head in acknowledgment.
âHey Mark,â I replied quickly.
Turning from his greeting, I looked to Chelsea and was greeted with wide eyes, âYouâre friends with them?â
âI barely even know them,â you said to Chelsea hastily.
In your mind you were trying to decide how to tell them how you were dating Luke, before you were interrupted by Chelsea, âSophie, thatâs Luke Hughes.â
Turning your head to the door of the dining hall, you were greeted with Luke wearing the same hoodie and sweatpants he had left his room at his house in that morning.
Looking straight at him, it was like his eyes immediately found you, and he smiled widely.
Since youâd left his bed that morning, heâd texted you during class to see if youâd made it on time, but youâd been too busy to reply. The coincidence that youâd both end up at one of the many dining halls on campus made you almost laugh.
âAm I seeing things or is Luke Hughes walking right towards us?â
Luke didnât take any time at all to reach the small table you guys occupied. Before you could even reply to her question, Luke was right infront of you, leaning down to give you a kiss.
âHi baby,â he said quietly after releasing from the small kiss.
âHey,â you said, feeling awkward because you could feel everyoneâs eyes on you.
âLuke these are my friends from my class I told you about,â you said, not wanting to be rude. You continued, âGuys, this is my boyfriend Luke.â
You said this clearly knowing everyone in the group was well familiar with your boyfriend.
He nodded at them in greeting and then spoke to you, âIâll see you later, okay? Just text me when youâre done.â
You nodded and smiled at his words and he went to join the rest of his friends.
Chelsea immediately put her head into her hands, looking like she was in pain, âOh my god, I just said I would fuck your boyfriend.â

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