---1:45 PM---
"I thought I told you to be quick!" Anton orders, in an unconvinced tone.
"I'm coming..." In a submissive tone, the strong voice of the CEO and newspaper director comes from the doors of the private bathroom in her office.
*The door opens*
With faltering steps, Madelyn stumbles out, her arms trying to hide her nipples, which were quite visible, even though she was wearing a black bra with white lace. Her stomach was showing, the shape of her body seemed straight out of the stories Anton read: a woman with a large bust, a defined stomach with many curves, and, of course, her backside, her buttocks, was what drew the most attention.
Two white pieces of pure flesh, smooth skin and a slight sheen thanks to the sweat from her warm clothes from before.
"Hahahaha" Anton just laughed at Madelyn's predicament; after all, she had done the same to him before.
But not stopping there, he approached the woman, who leaned in to see him up close. He slapped her across the face.
*SPANK*
Her blue eyes were confused and teary, her face burning and her heart racing. So many feelings at once that her only reaction was to question him about why.
"You disobeyed me." Short and sharp, that was the boy's response, feeling more powerful and confident each day, now with this powerful woman almost at his mercy. Some ideas had surfaced in his mind.
But first he needed to.
"You have a new task."
With an expression of pain along with her previous confusion.
"Of course! Tell me what you want..."
"Kiss me."
Anton's words invaded Madelyn's body, soul, and mind. She felt no threat from her "boss," quite the opposite; her body grew warmer when he was near, she felt comfort.
He may have slapped her seconds before, but she felt good about it. And so she stretched her lips while closing her eyes, leaving her face completely contorted.
"You're so ugly!! My God, you have the face of a complete bitch!"
The words reached Madelyn's heart, which for some reason felt a distorted comfort; she couldn't even deny it. But her face remained in the same position; her eyes only opened when her lips finally touched something.
Although her face was in such a decadent pose, just for a kiss from her "superior," her body seemed not to understand its own actions, and it trembled. Her leg shaking, her body sweating cold, it was like a second voice trying to bring back reason.
*Sluuuuurp*
The sound of her lips finally finding their target, but to her surprise, the heat, the pulsation, nothing resembled a mouth, and when her eyes finally opened, her lips were on the young man's genitals. The shock was great, but it wasn't greater than the pleasure her body felt at that moment.
The member was large, it didn't seem to be at its peak, but the heat already gave her shivers all over her body, the taste was salty, just right for Madelyn, her eyes now shone, while her tongue danced over the tip of that "boy's" penis.
Anton, almost in a villainous act, pulled out his cell phone and took photos and videos of Madelyn, who even tried to hide her face, but it was ineffective. Her breasts swayed, now next to the blonde's head, which met the young man's pelvis, leaving a trail of scarlet red lipstick.
*SLUUUUUURP* *SHLUP* *SLUUURP*
Her panting breath, her crouched body, her legs spread, revealed a perfect view for Anton. Her lingerie was black with white lace, but the bottom part seemed smaller than it should be; even wearing it, a tuft of blonde pubic hair was visible.
"You're disgusting! You don't even shave."
The young man continued to belittle her with his actions and insults. Anton was acting just like everyone else always acted with him. And it was working; instead of anger, Madelyn felt comfort, the reason for which he didn't even know.
"Because this cock is so... so... delicious," the woman thought as she quickened her movements, the member beginning to reach her throat.
"Wow, are you that thirsty?"
Without an answer, Anton decided to stop her before he finished inside her throat. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back; for a few moments she still tried to maintain the position, and Anton also reconsidered, in this last act, but his plan was only beginning.
"Madelyn, you're going to be demoted!"
Her blue eyes now showed sadness; they looked at Anton with confusion, doubt, and astonishment.
"What do you mean? I did as you asked..." the blonde reacted in a catatonic state. She was demoted, how could that be? She did everything right, right?
"You didn't stop when I asked, and before that... I said kiss me, not suck!"
Madelyn felt as if everything made sense now, accepting that in one day she went from CEO to assistant and now to...
"What am I going to do now? Boss."
"Well, first, don't call me boss anymore."
Her eyes darted away, afraid of even being fired, she simply asked.
"How should I address you, then?"
"Master."
Her eyes remained fixed, and now her face was completely flushed, the redness of her cheeks, even her nose was red. Her body was sweaty, and her mouth and chin were full of saliva with the scarlet tone of her lipstick, now smudged.
"WHAT? WHY?" A sudden anger surged through her body, after all, who was he to ask something like that? It seemed the connection was weakening.
"Go on, try it just once. You'll get used to it."
Anton's tone was calm, truly offering comfort and affection, which made Madelyn's defenses fall a little, and even though her body and face contorted, she tried.
"Master..." A weak voice, an antithesis of that formidable voice that greeted Anton and Dominguez a few hours ago.
"I didn't hear you."
"Master!" Now a little louder, it was possible to hear through the door. Could someone have heard?
The white walls, the panoramic view of the city, the silent office, the young man in front of a blonde whose 40C bra seemed tight, sweat running down her neck, over the curves of her flat stomach, into her navel, and after accumulating a little, down to her blonde pubic hair that had sprung out of her lingerie, but was still caught in her pantyhose.
The woman was crouched with her legs spread, which left certain parts of her body exposed: her extremely strong thighs, her white shaping stockings so thin they seemed to be at the limit of her frame, as if they would tear at any moment.
"So, master... what am I now?... if I'm not your assistant?" the question finally came, and with her body still trembling from the earlier agitation, she began to notice that more than just sweat was dripping between her legs, but she ignored it for now.
Anton, his eyes fixed on her for the first time, stood before the embarrassing pose of the woman who could be the muse of any filthy rich man, but who at that moment was nothing more than a toy, an expensive toy in the hands of a young man in his late puberty.
"You're my pet!"
The tone of his voice, the way it was said, Anton's expression—all of it would be forever etched in Madelyn's memory. She was clearly in immense shock, and her body seemed to want to send messages suggesting that perhaps she could return to her "initial version." But this was largely due to fear and the false need that Anton had imposed directly on her mind.
"Right..."—she accepted, though quite apprehensive about what this "job" would entail.
"So...Che...Master, what will my job be? What should I...do...?"—Madelyn formulated the sentence, already understanding Anton's intentions with all of this, and finally.
"No...I'm married..."
Anton was even startled; after all, someone who had just cleaned his penis with her own tongue was saying she was married.
"And who is it? Who is your fiancé?"
"He and I...well...we met here."
And so she began to tell the story of how she and he met. At no point did she mention "his" name, but Anton was already putting the pieces of the puzzle together. William was the only one in the entire office who could visit her, and besides, it was that blue nail polish, the same one Madelyn wore on her toes.
"William?"
And almost as if stabbed in the chest, the blonde was startled.
"How...how do you know?"
Anton approached her, and with a spit directly into her mouth, the connection was established, and an extremely risky decision was made.
"You're now going to forget everything that happened in the last 30 minutes, including everything we talked about. Return to normal, Madelyn."
The command was significant, and it had a 50% chance of going wrong. After all, he had never tried altering anyone's memory; he didn't even know if it was possible, but he did it anyway.
---2:17 PM---
"What are you doing HERE?" - The threatening voice had returned. The blonde changed her pose, her composure returning.
It took her a while to realize she was only in her bra and panties, but by then...
"Hey, kid! Get out of here NOW!" The anger was unbalanced. Could this be an effect of erasing a piece of memory? A rage without reason or origin? He was forming this theory.
Now, leaving the theories aside, Anton decides to take action, and when Madelyn was about to call her secretary to come and get him out of her office, the young man shows the woman photos.
Photos of her while using her lips to wash around Anton's penis. Her teary eyes expressed how happy she was at that moment, and her arm in front of her face didn't prevent her from discovering that it was Madelyn.
Her face was pale, with an expression of disbelief, and she felt like a hostage.
"From...where...who took these photos?"
Anton gave a slight, malicious smile as he moved closer to her fleshy body again - "It was me."
A shiver ran down Madelyn's spine - "It's cold...huh?" - She finally realized she was undressed, and also that she looked identical to her persona in the image.
"This...this is a fake!! It has to be."
But then Anton showed her the video.
*Shruuuulp* *shrup* *shruuuulp*
Madelyn couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing. While trying to use her arms and hands to hide her most sensitive parts from Anton, she questioned,
"What... what do you want?" - In a brief pause, she already understood what the young man wanted; after all, that was what all the other men always wanted from her.
"I don't want anything."
With this answer, Madelyn was surprised, a smile spreading across her face.
"That's good! Then please delete this! And pretend this never happened." - When she finally seemed to have found a way out of this situation.
"No."
"What?" - her breathing quickened.
"I've decided, I'm going to post this."
"Wh-" before she could finish.
"The title will be 'The day I made CEO Madelyn Strive suck my dick like a bitch,' what do you think?" Without a word, just a clear look of denial on her face, she stood up again, walked over to Anton, and slowly bent down to whisper.
"If you want... I can do anything for you." Anton knew what he was getting into; he'd heard his father complaining about work for a long time, how terrible the company's situation was, how seven employees had been laid off last week.
But obviously, a newspaper that's anti-hero, in an era where everyone loves heroes, be it the "Four Quartet," "Steela," or even the newcomer "Arachne," all those names attract the public. Avoiding talking about them is a self-sabotaging move; perhaps that was one of the reasons the young man had never even read an article from the "Non-hero post."
In the past, it might have been a good idea, but now the audience has changed. Anton didn't know the details, but he learned the essentials of this whole story by studying his father's company that morning.
"Are you that desperate?"
And with genuine fear in her eyes, her voice trembling, she confirms.
"Anything..."
CONTINUE....