404 Nessa not found

I could barely hear the sound of Sophia's heels clicking on the hard floor on the other side of the office door announcing her return, so I zipped up and inspected Nessa more closely. She seemed to be completely out of it. Her drool was accumulating on the desk.

Sophia entered the room with a grace that belied her subservient role. She closed the door gently behind her. Her deep brown eyes scanned the scene before landing on her **** niece. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a mix of pride and something darker, something more primal.

"Ah, my lord," she purred, her voice a silken caress that slithered through the air. "Nessa has served you well?"

"Indeed," I responded, my own voice filled with a sense of authority that I had never experience before. "She was... exceptional. You did very well, Sophia."

For a moment I thought that Sophia was going to orgasm from my praise, but the wave of pleasure seemed to leave her just short. Instead, she recovered after a pause and continued. "I am so happy that she was worthy of your attention," she said. "The others will be here soon."

"Good. Make sure they are prepared to offer themselves to me," I instructed, my tone leaving no room for doubt or disobedience.

"As you wish, my lord," she replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "They will come willingly, not yet knowing how eager they are to be claimed by you."

My gaze drifted back to Nessa, the delicate curve of her waist, the way her legs fell open in a posture of absolute surrender. The power was intoxicating.

Sophia moved closer. She placed a gentle hand on Nessa's bare shoulder, stroking it softly. "Such a beautiful creature," she murmured, her voice thick with admiration.

"Yes," I agreed, "but she is merely the beginning."

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. So many young, ripe bodies at my disposal, all willing to do my bidding. I had never felt so alive, so in control. The anticipation grew.

Sophia nodded, her eyes moving to my body. She transferred her touch to my chest, and then her gaze drifted to meet mine.

Sophia stepped back, her hand sliding away from my body as if the contact was too much for her to bear. "I will bring them to you, my lord," she said, her voice a whisper. "They are yours to take."

With that, she turned and glided from the room, leaving me alone with my prize. The sound of her heels fading away into the distance was like the ticking of a clock, counting down to the moment when I would be surrounded by an abundance of fresh, eager flesh.