This was a dream. It had to be. Things like this... they just don’t happen to people like me.
She’d turned up at my door, unannounced, uninvited, saying that she was here for me, to keep me company on one of those long, cold, winter nights. Before I could shut the door, she told me to look into her eyes, and straight away, despite not wanting to, I was drowning in the depths of the endlessly dark pools she must have used to ensnare the others around the office over the past three weeks.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Her voice seemed to echo through my head, and I found myself stepping back, opening the door, and my mind, to her advances.
Clearly, she’d got inside my head. Ever since the first day she’d walked into the meeting room - a new colleague from abroad, the boss had said, with a wistful look in his eyes - I’d found myself daydreaming about her.
Innocent enough thoughts, at first. She must have been busy charming the others, I guess. But soon enough, every day I’d glance up and she’d be there, posed in the most perfect position to encourage all kinds of forbidden fantasies.
She knew, too. Every time I managed to snap myself out of whatever sordid reverie had taken hold, I’d see a playful smile dance across her lips, just as she walked away. But that had been the plan all along, I suppose. Keep me docile and distracted whilst she brought the others under her siren spell.
Now, at last, it was my turn. And despite everything, I was beginning to welcome it.
“I know what you’re doing... what you’ve done... to the others...”
“Sssh, babe. Forget about them. Tonight, it’s about you. Only you. You’re the only one who really matters. Just relax, and let me do all the work...”
God, she was so gorgeous. She knew exactly what I wanted to hear... what I wanted to see, to touch, to feel. Still, I knew I had to be strong. If I fell... she’d have everything she needed to take control of the company, and something told me that if she had her way, she’d warp my mind so completely, I’d eagerly betray anyone, do absolutely anything, she asked of me.
“Good boy. Put your hand just there. That’s it. See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? You can caress them, if you want... I won’t mind. Now, be a dear, and let me kiss you. Then, we’re going to fuck. Repeatedly. All those silly little fantasies I’ve been planting in your head? It’s time to unleash them. I’m not going to stop until you’ve sated the lust that’s been building inside you, day upon day, week upon week.”
I knew then that it was useless to resist further. I was too far gone. This wasn’t just a spur of the moment assault on my willpower. This was the culmination of a long game. And the beginning of something else..
She traced a finger, softly, across my lips, and spiralling down, over my chest, down to my crotch, before leaning into my ear.
“Obey...” she whispered.
And that’s what broke me. Lord help me, I gave in. I kissed her, savagely, pushing her nubile frame up against the wall as my hands roamed over her torso - no love here, just pure, unadulterated, raw animalistic lust.
“Fuck me...” I growled.
“Of course...” she smiled, and I felt the tendrils of her power accelerate through my mind and body, rewarding me with the sweetest poison of pleasure as I surrendered everything to her thrall...