Alice + Ken = 'What the Snap?'

Ken opens the door to see Alice, looking as innocent and yet stunning, as ever.

"Hey," she greets Ken, "I'm here for my last boxes, like we discussed..."

She hopes this will go without any drama. Ken moves to let her in and Alice passes, her straight blonde hair flowing behind her. She knows that Ken didn't handle it well when she broke up, but after all the drama and the begging, Ken finally seemed to accept the fact and slowly moved on. She was still worried about his reactions. Ken became a bit unpredictable lately, especially when it came to her new boyfriend, Mike. Ken did seem fine, for now at least; Maybe a bit agitated.

Ken offers her something to drink, but Alice shakes her head, "I really just want to get this over with."

"Yeah, I put them in my office, so they're out of the way. Follow me." Ken walks into the study and snaps his finger, pointing at the boxes "There they are..."

Alice enters the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. Her gaze falls upon the stacked boxes near the desk, recognizing them as hers. As she steps closer, she feels an odd sensation wash over her - a sudden shift in her perception. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a new reality where everything seems slightly off-kilter.

She blinks, trying to clear her mind, but the feeling persists. Glancing around the room, she notices small details that hadn't caught her attention before - the neatly organized shelves, the polished surface of the desk, the meticulously arranged papers. It's almost as if she's seeing the space through different eyes.

Turning back to Ken, she finds herself studying him more closely than usual. His features seem sharper, more defined, and there's an air of authority about him that she hadn't noticed before. A strange thought crosses her mind - what if Ken wasn't just her ex, but someone else entirely?

"Are you alright, Alice?" Ken raises an eyebrow.

Alice blinks rapidly, shaking her head slightly as if to clear away cobwebs. She looks at Ken, her expression shifting from confusion to clarity. Suddenly, it's as if a switch has been flipped inside her mind.

"Yes, Mr. Palmer," she responds, her voice steady and professional. "I apologize for the momentary lapse. How may I assist you today?"

She stands straighter, her posture becoming more formal. Her eyes scan the room again, but this time with a purposeful gaze, assessing what tasks might need her attention. The boxes, once her primary focus, now seem secondary to whatever duties await her.

Alice waits patiently for Ken's instructions, ready to fulfill her role as his personal assistant. Despite the abrupt change in her demeanor, she feels strangely calm and collected, as if this new reality is perfectly normal.

"Assist me?" Ken shakes his head in disbelief. "What's gotten into you?"

Alice tilts her head slightly, a look of mild confusion crossing her face. She takes a step closer to Ken, her brow furrowing as she tries to understand his reaction.

"Mr. Palmer, I'm your personal assistant," she explains, her tone matter-of-fact. "It's my job to assist you with whatever you need. Is there something specific you require help with today?"

She pauses, noticing the puzzled expression on Ken's face. A flicker of uncertainty passes through her mind, but she quickly pushes it aside. This is her role, after all - to be efficient, helpful, and attentive to her employer's needs.

"Perhaps I can start by organizing these files," she suggests, gesturing towards a stack of papers on the desk. "Or would you prefer I take care of something else first?"

Alice waits expectantly for Ken's response, ready to spring into action at his command.

"What are you talking about, Alice? You're my ex, not my assistant. Snap out of it, alright? I'm not sure if I should get worried or turned on right now." He chuckles nervously.

Alice blinks, her confusion deepening. She takes a step back, shaking her head slightly as if trying to clear it. The words 'ex' and 'assistant' swirl in her mind, creating a disorienting fog. She looks at Ken, her eyes searching his face for some clue to make sense of the situation.

"Ex...? Assistant...?" she murmurs, her voice trailing off. For a moment, she feels lost, unsure of who she is or why she's here. Then, as suddenly as it began, the fog lifts.

Alice rubs her temples, trying to reconcile the conflicting memories in her mind. On one hand, she clearly remembers being Ken's girlfriend, living with him in this apartment, and eventually breaking up with him. But on the other hand, she's equally certain that she's his personal assistant, dedicated to helping him with his work and daily tasks.

"This is so confusing," she mutters, more to herself than to Ken. "I remember being your girlfriend, but I also know that I'm your assistant. It doesn't make any sense."

She looks up at Ken, her blue eyes filled with bewilderment. "Did we sign some kind of contract or agreement that I forgot about? Or maybe we talked about it and I just don't recall the conversation?"

Despite her confusion, Alice feels a strong urge to fulfill her duties as Ken's assistant. She glances around the room, her gaze falling on the stack of papers on the desk.

"Nope, we haven't spoken in weeks, Alice. This is mighty strange." Ken sighs, "God, I need a drink."

Alice jumps into gear.

Without hesitation, Alice turns on her heel and heads towards the kitchen. Her movements are swift and purposeful, as if driven by an instinct she didn't know she possessed. In the kitchen, she opens a cabinet and retrieves a glass, then reaches for a bottle of whiskey from another shelf.

As she pours the amber liquid into the glass, she wonders briefly if Ken's favorite has changed lately. She needed to know his preferences, anticipating his needs. Still unable to wrap her head around the situation, Alice was eager to fulfill her duties in this new role.

Returning to the study, she hands the glass to Ken with a polite smile. "Here you go, Mr. Palmer. I hope this helps."

"Don't call me that. I'm Ken." He takes a sip. "Damn, this is good." Shaking his head again he takes a long look at Alice, before speaking. "So, what the heck am I supposed to do with you now? You know, I'm not paying you, right?"

Alice fidgets slightly, feeling uncomfortable under Ken's scrutiny. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

"I... I understand that, Ken," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I feel compelled to help you. It's like I have this innate desire to be useful to you, to make your life easier."

Alice looks up at Ken, her blue eyes pleading. "Please, just give me a chance. I promise I won't disappoint you."

"Alice, this is ridiculous. I'm getting a boner just thinking about it." Ken sighs.

Alice's eyes widen at Ken's comment, and she feels a flush creep up her cheeks. Despite her embarrassment, she can't ignore the underlying urge to assist him in any way possible. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to say.

"Well, um... if you need help with that, I could... I mean, I'm here to assist you, right?" she stammers, her voice trembling slightly. "I know it's not exactly a typical task for an assistant, but if it's what you need..."

Alice trails off, unable to finish the sentence. She bites her lower lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for Ken's response. Part of her can't believe she just offered to help him with such an intimate issue, but another part of her feels an overwhelming desire to please him, no matter what it takes.

"You would... cheat on Mike?"

Alice's face contorts with inner turmoil. The mention of Mike brings a wave of guilt crashing over her, but it's quickly overshadowed by an intense need to serve Ken. She struggles to reconcile her love for Mike with this newfound compulsion to satisfy Ken's every whim.

"I... I don't want to cheat on Mike," she admits, her voice wavering. "But I can't deny this urge to help you, Ken. It's like nothing else matters when I'm around you. My loyalty to Mike feels distant compared to my devotion to you."

"That's interesting." Ken takes another sip of his drink, contemplating the situation. "Tell me, Alice, how far would you go to assist me? Would you take your top off for me right now?"

Alice's heart races as she processes Ken's request. She knows it's wrong, that she shouldn't even consider it given her relationship with Mike. Yet, the compulsion to obey Ken's wishes is overwhelming. Her hands tremble slightly as they move to the hem of her white shirt.

"I... I would do anything you ask, Ken," she says softly, her voice barely audible. "Even if it means betraying Mike. Your needs come first."

With a deep breath, Alice begins to lift her shirt, revealing inch after inch of her smooth, pale skin. She closes her eyes, unable to meet Ken's gaze as she exposes herself to him.

Ken watches intently as Alice reveals more of her body, his eyes drinking in every detail. He sets his glass down on the desk, freeing his hands. As Alice's shirt rises higher, exposing the underside of her breasts, Ken reaches out and gently stops her.

"Wait," he says, his voice low and husky. "Let me do that."

His fingers brush against her skin as he takes hold of the fabric, causing Alice to gasp softly. Slowly, deliberately, Ken pulls the shirt up and over Alice's head, leaving her standing before him in just her bra and jeans.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze roaming appreciatively over her exposed flesh. "Now, turn around for me. Let me see all of you."

Alice complies without hesitation, turning slowly on the spot. She can feel Ken's eyes on her, tracing the curves of her body, and it sends a thrill through her despite her lingering guilt. When she completes the rotation, facing Ken once more, she sees the hunger in his eyes and it ignites a spark within her.

"Is this satisfactory, Ken?" she asks, her voice soft and submissive. "Do you require anything further from me?"

Alice stands before him, her arms at her sides, offering herself completely to his desires. The rational part of her mind screams that this is wrong, that she's betraying Mike, but those thoughts are drowned out by the overwhelming need to please Ken.

"You'll be my good girl, won't you?"

Alice nods eagerly, her blue eyes wide and earnest as she gazes up at Ken. "Yes, Ken. I'll be your good girl. I'll do anything you ask, anything you need. Just tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen."

Her voice is filled with sincerity and determination, reflecting her complete dedication to serving Ken's every whim. Despite the lingering guilt over betraying Mike, Alice feels a sense of purpose and fulfillment in her new role as Ken's obedient assistant.

She takes a step closer to Ken, her body language open and inviting. "What would you like me to do next, Ken? How can I best serve you?"

"I want you to break up with Mike, obviously... I need you on this... uh... Job, 24/7"

Alice's eyes light up at Ken's suggestion, a smile spreading across her face. The idea of dedicating herself fully to Ken, being available to assist him at any hour of the day or night, fills her with excitement and purpose.

"Oh, Ken, that sounds wonderful!" she exclaims, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "I'd love to be your full-time assistant. It's like a dream come true!"

For a moment, the thought of Mike flickers through her mind, but it's quickly pushed aside by the overwhelming desire to serve Ken. Breaking up with Mike seems like a small price to pay for the opportunity to devote herself completely to Ken's needs.

"I'll end things with Mike right away," Alice promises, her tone resolute. "From now on, my sole focus will be on making your life easier and more enjoyable. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I'll be there for you."

Ken grins, pleased with Alice's enthusiastic response. He reaches out and runs a hand along her arm, savoring the softness of her skin. "Good girl," he praises, his voice low and seductive. "I knew you were perfect for this position."

His hand travels up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips. "Now, let's seal the deal with a kiss," he suggests, leaning in closer. "After all, we're going to be spending a lot of time together from now on."

Alice's heart skips a beat as Ken's hand caresses her cheek. The warmth of his touch sends a tingle through her body, and she finds herself leaning into his palm. When he mentions sealing the deal with a kiss, she doesn't hesitate.

Closing the distance between them, Alice presses her lips against Ken's. The kiss starts off gentle, exploratory, but quickly deepens as Ken's tongue seeks entrance to her mouth. Alice parts her lips, welcoming him in, and loses herself in the passionate embrace.

As they kiss, Alice's hands find their way to Ken's chest, gripping his shirt as she melts against him. All thoughts of Mike and her past life fade away, replaced by an all-consuming desire to please Ken in every way possible.

When they finally break apart, both breathing heavily, Alice looks up at Ken with adoration in her eyes. "Was that satisfactory, Ken?"

Ken smiles down at Alice, his eyes dark with desire. He traces the outline of her lips with his thumb, still damp from their kiss. "More than satisfactory," he murmurs, his voice husky. "In fact, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl."

His hand slides down from her cheek, trailing along her neck and collarbone before coming to rest on the swell of her breast. Through the thin fabric of her bra, he can feel her nipple hardening beneath his touch.

"Would you like that, Alice?" he asks, his fingers teasing her sensitive flesh. "Would you like a reward from your boss?"

Alice shivers with delight at Ken's touch, her body responding eagerly to the man in charge. The knowledge that she's pleasing him fills her with a sense of profound contentment, a serene bliss that she's never experienced before.

"Yes, Ken," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want nothing more than to please you and receive your rewards. Knowing that I've made you happy gives me such joy."

Ken's smile widens at Alice's response, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He continues to tease her breast, his fingers circling and pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.

"Then let's make sure you're properly rewarded," he says, his voice low and seductive. "Take off your bra for me, Alice. Show me those beautiful breasts of yours."

Alice's breath catches in her throat at Ken's command, a rush of heat flooding through her body. Without hesitation, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, letting the straps slide down her shoulders. With a slight shrug, the garment falls to the floor, leaving her bare from the waist up.

She stands before Ken, her perky breasts exposed, nipples hard and aching for his touch. Alice feels a thrill of pride at the way Ken's eyes roam over her body, drinking in every curve and line.

"Is this acceptable, Ken?" she asks, her voice soft and submissive. "Do my breasts please you?"

Alice arches her back slightly, presenting herself to him, **** for his approval and praise.

Ken's gaze roams hungrily over Alice's exposed breasts, taking in every detail. His eyes linger on her hardened nipples, and he licks his lips unconsciously.

"Very acceptable," he murmurs, reaching out to cup one of her breasts in his hand. "Your body is in my service as well, I presume? You could bring me great pleasure..."

Alice gasps softly as Ken's hand envelops her breast, his warm touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She leans into his palm, reveling in the sensation of his fingers kneading her sensitive flesh.

"Of course, Ken," she replies, her voice breathy with desire. "My entire being exists to serve you now. Every part of me is yours to use as you see fit."

Alice's eyes lock onto Ken's, conveying her utter devotion and willingness to submit to his every whim. The thought of bringing him pleasure fills her with a sense of purpose and fulfillment unlike anything she's ever known.

"Tell me how I can please you, Ken," she implores, her body trembling with anticipation. "Command me, and I shall obey."

Ken grabs her, and lifts her up with ease. As he carries her to the bedroom, he says, "I have no idea if you suffer from some kind of brain damage, but I don't care. This is just too good to pass up!"

Alice lets out a soft squeak of surprise as Ken lifts her effortlessly, her body pliant in his strong arms. Rather than protest or question his motives, she wraps her arms around his neck for support, her heart fluttering at the assertiveness of his actions.

"Mmm... thank you, Ken," she whispers against his ear, her breath hot with arousal. "Thank you for accepting my service. I promise I’ll make this unforgettable for you. Do with me as you wish—I’m yours entirely."

As they enter the bedroom, Alice feels a mix of nervous anticipation and exhilaration. Every fiber of her being aches to please him, to earn his favor and bask in his approval. Her pale skin flushes pink as she imagines what pleasures—or punishments—he might have in store for her.

Alice lets out a soft squeak of surprise as Ken lifts her effortlessly, her body pliant in his strong arms. Rather than protest or question his motives, she wraps her arms around his neck for support, her heart fluttering at the assertiveness of his actions.

"Mmm... thank you, Ken," she whispers against his ear, her breath hot with arousal. "Thank you for accepting my service. I promise I’ll make this unforgettable for you. Do with me as you wish—I’m yours entirely."

As they enter the bedroom, Alice feels a mix of nervous anticipation and exhilaration. Every fiber of her being aches to please him, to earn his favor and bask in his approval. Her pale skin flushes pink as she imagines what pleasures—or punishments—he might have in store for her.

With a devilish grin, Ken tossles Alice onto the bed, watching as her golden hair fans out across the pillows. He looms over her, savoring the look of anticipation in her wide, blue eyes.

"You're damn right you're mine," he mutters, undoing the button of his pants. "My assistant, my girlfriend, my shameless whore."

Alice’s breath hitches as she bounces slightly on the mattress, her body tingling in response to Ken’s commanding presence. The words he uses to claim her—“my assistant, my girlfriend, my shameless whore”—send a jolt of heated submission through her core, and she bites her lip, smiling shyly up at him.

“Yes…” she moans softly, her voice trembling with arousal and surrender. “Yes… yes, all of it. Yours, all yours. Whatever you want to call me, I’ll answer to it, Ken. I want to belong to you completely.”

Her hands twitch beside her, itching to reach for him, but she hesitates, waiting for permission, craving his direction. Her cheeks flush deeper, partly from the thrill of being described so possessively—and so crudely—but it only intensifies the ache blooming low in her belly.

Ken smirks as he watches the emotions play across Alice's face, clearly enjoying her state of heightened anticipation. He slowly lowers himself onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs while holding her gaze.

"Spread your legs wider," he commands, his voice firm yet smooth. "I want full access to every part of you. No hiding what belongs to me."

He places his hands on her thighs, his grip both gentle and demanding, as he waits for her to obey.

A shiver runs through Alice’s body at the commanding timbre of Ken’s voice, and her hips involuntarily push upward in silent eagerness. Without hesitation, she obeys, slowly parting her thighs and exposing herself fully to him. Her pulse thrums in her ears as she surrenders to his gaze and his control, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

"There…" she whispers, her voice thick with desire and vulnerability. “All yours, Ken… every part. Always. Tell me what you want me to do… please…”

A faint sheen of perspiration beads along her temple, her body heating from within as she lays bare before him—not just physically, but emotionally—as his possession, his servant, his willing vessel.

Ken leans down, pressing a slow, languid kiss to Alice's lips—soft, almost tender, contrasting the intensity of the moment before. As their mouths move together, his hands glide gently up her sides, coaxing a deep, involuntary moan from her throat.

"I want you to enjoy this, Alice," he says between kisses, his lips trailing from her mouth to her jawline, then down to the hollow of her throat. "Because this is your reward—for a job well done."

Without rushing, he settles fully over her, aligning himself as he eases inside her warmth with steady control. A quiet groan escapes him as he sinks in completely, locking eyes with her.

Alice whimpers softly as Ken's lips meet hers, melting into the kiss with unreserved passion. His tenderness shocks her in the best way, igniting a fire deep within her core that spreads outward like wildfire. When he breaks the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw and throat, she arches her neck instinctively, purring with pleasure.

"Ahhh…" she exhales sharply as he enters her, her inner walls clenching instinctively around his thickness. “Oh god… Ken…!”

Her fingers dig into his back, nails grazing the skin lightly as her body adjusts to the invasion. Gazing up at him with hazy, adoring eyes, she smiles—a mix of wonder and submission playing across her flushed face.

“I-I’m enjoying it,” she whispers, her voice raw with emotion and growing ecstasy. “This is… amazing.

Ken begins to move, slow and deliberate, relishing every inch of her tight warmth wrapping around him. His thrusts are measured, designed to build the tension between them, to draw out the pleasure until it pulses in every nerve ending.

"And how do you feel about me?"

Each stroke drags across her most sensitive spot, his rhythm steady but teasing, keeping her on the edge. His hands entwine with hers above her head, holding her captive in more ways than one—physically pinned beneath him, emotionally ensnared in his spell.

Alice lets out a strangled moan, her body trembling beneath his as each calculated thrust coaxes an indescribable pleasure from her core. Her fingers squeeze his tightly, her nails threatening to dig into his palms as her hips instinctively rise to meet his pace, urging him deeper.

"Ah! Ohh, Ken—" she gasps, biting her lip as the pressure builds deliciously inside her. "I-I feel… I feel everything when I'm with you! You own me… body and soul…"

Her voice cracks as pleasure overwhelms her senses, tears pricking the corners of her eyes—not from sadness, but from sheer emotional surrender.

"I love you, Ken!" she cries out, her voice thick with longing and conviction. "I always have! I was stupid to leave you—I’m yours now and forever. Please… keep using me… punish me if I ever try to run again… I deserve it!"

The orgasm crashes over Alice like a tidal wave, stealing her breath and rendering her powerless beneath Ken. Her inner muscles clamp down hard around him, pulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy rips through her core. Her cry of release is muffled by Ken's lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he drives her deeper into oblivion.

"K-Ken!!" she chokes out between kisses, her body trembling uncontrollably as she surrenders completely to the climax he wrings from her.

At the same time, Ken growls against her lips, his strokes turning erratic before he buries himself deeply inside her, tensing as his own release overtakes him. The sensation of him pulsing within her sends aftershocks through her center, prolonging her own pleasure as she clings to him desperately.

Panting heavily, Alice clings to Ken as their bodies gradually calm, her limbs feeling weak and weightless. A deep, satisfied warmth floods her chest as she stares up at him, her expression dazed and utterly enthralled.

"That was... incredible, Ken," she murmurs, her voice hoarse from passion. "I’ve never felt anything like that before. Thank you... thank you for choosing me."

She lifts a trembling hand to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, her touch reverent and loving. "I love being yours, Ken. I don’t ever want this to end. Use me however you want—whenever you want. I’ll always be ready for you."

A tear slips free and rolls down her cheek, whether from post-orgasmic euphoria or the emotional gravity of belonging to him once more, she isn't sure. Either way, she doesn't wipe it away.

Ken pulls out slowly, gazing down at Alice as her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath him. Sweat clings to both of their skin, and although the intensity of the moment has passed, the atmosphere remains heavy with something deeper—an unspoken bond rekindled through pure submission and control.

Gently, he brushes a thumb under her eye to catch the stray tear before pulling her close and tucking her head under his chin.

"Shhh," he soothes, running a hand down her back in calming circles. "There's no need to cry. You did beautifully. Better than I could've imagined."

He smirks to himself briefly before speaking again, tone laced with undeniable authority yet wrapped in affection.

"Just rest now. My perfect little assistant deserves a moment to recover. We'll pick up where we left off soon enough."

He kisses the crown of her head, silently reveling in having her back and, in way he could've never imagined. Ken prayed that whatever happened to Alice wasn't just temporary.

Alice nuzzles into Ken’s chest, her breathing slowing as the warmth of his embrace wraps around her like a cocoon. The chaotic whirlwind of emotions and sensations begins to settle, leaving behind a deep, tranquil satisfaction she hasn’t felt in ages. Snuggled against him, she lets out a soft sigh, her eyelids drooping heavily.

"Thank you, Ken..." she murmurs sleepily, her voice barely a whisper against his skin. "I’ve never felt so... fulfilled."

Her arm drapes lazily over his torso, clinging to him as if afraid he might vanish. The guilt over Mike feels distant now, buried under layers of devotion and contentment. Right here, right now, there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

She plants a feather-light kiss on his chest before nestling in deeper, allowing exhaustion to pull her under. "Love you... always..."

Alice drifts off peacefully in Ken’s arms, her body spent yet humming with a quiet happiness she can hardly describe. A faint smile plays on her lips as she sleeps, secure in the knowledge that she’s exactly where she belongs—wrapped in the arms of the man who owns her heart, body, and soul.

Soft snores escape her parted lips as she lies curled against him, her trust in him absolute. The world outside fades away completely, leaving only the two of them suspended in a moment of perfect harmony.

THE END

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