Lust

"Aubrey?" You asked, stepping back a bit.

She moved forward, looking at you like prey. "I've been waiting for you to come back, John. I'm not going to let you slip through my fingers again." She pushed you back against the wall.

"Aubrey, I can't do this. I'm married," you looked away, trying to break eye contact.

"I don't care and I didn't ask for you opinion," she replied as she brought her lips to your ear. "I own you. You belong to me and you'll be a good boy and do exactly what I say."

You used her movement as a chance to get out from her. "Aubrey, what the fuck are you talking about?"

She sighed, more frustrated than exhausted. "You're making this very difficult, John. It's very simple. When I took control of the company, I also decided to take control of you. Unfortunately, you slipped out from my grasp after your internship and then got married to that boring homewrecker. But that won't be a problem anymore because you're going to do exactly what I say."

Aubrey had always been intense, but this was something different altogether. You remembered one night the two of you shared a long while ago, but surely she still wasn't holding onto that? "And why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't, then this job you want and this industry you love so much will be off-limits. I'll fire you and make sure to blacklist you." She crossed her arms and searched your face for a response.

She didn't have to search hard as you shot her a horrified look, "Aubrey! Why?" You didn't have the words to reply. This felt insane.

She sighed yet again, "I thought that when you came back here, you would realize that you should have ended up with me. I trained you and practically made you into both my perfect man and an amazing lawyer. But if you are going to make things difficult, then I will tip my hand if I must."

She was crazy! You had no idea she'd felt this way about you! Yea, she was smart and incredibly sexy, but... you were married! Still, she was right. You knew Aubrey could destroy your career and it wasn't really a bluff you could call.

"Fine. What is it you want me to do?" You asked, resigning yourself to whatever machinations she had planned.

"Oh, so many things. First things first: you will call me "Mistress Aubrey" or simply "Mistress." Second: every morning, you will come in here and get me off with your tongue. In fact, why don't you start now?" She slipped down her underwear and sat back on her desk, spreading her legs. "Come here, pet. Pleasure your mistress."

You gritted your teeth. You'd figure some way out of this. There had to be some way to beat her. For now, you knew that you didn't hold any of the cards. "Yes... Mistress." The words felt poisonous to you, not just due to their connotation, but also because of how much of you actually enjoyed being dominated.

You knelt down, your gaze landing on your beautiful pussy. "Stunned by my beauty, pet? I'm flattered, but you have a job to do."

You sighed and leaned forward as you bring your lips to her cunt. The scent of her arrival filled your nose, teasing you and pushing you to taste her. You obliged, your tongue out and tasting her folds. As much as you know you should hate this, your cock was rock hard.

You felt something slip around your neck and click into place. Before you could pull your head away, she pushed you further into her pussy. "Mmm," she bit her lip and tossed back her head. "Keep licking, pet. I had a nice collar prepared for you. There's a little tag on there that says "Aubrey's Property" so everyone knows who you belong to." She wrapped her legs around your neck and rested them on your shoulders.

"You are also hereby forbidden to have sex with your wife. You may not even snuggle or kiss her. I want her to see your service to a real woman as you realize how madly in love with me you are." Aubrey giggled and pushed you forward one last time before cumming on your face.