The Pen and the Domination

The sound of the pen rolling on the floor echoed like a gunshot in the silence of the bathroom. Rafaela watched Lucas, the new intern, swallow hard as the pen tip stopped near his feet. He trembled—not from fear, but from anticipation. The mark on his thigh pulsed red, a reflection of the name *"Rafaela"* written on his skin in indelible ink.

Denise was already on her knees, her trembling fingers holding the pen like an offering. Her lipstick was smudged, her eyes glazed, her blouse open enough to reveal the mark on her collarbone: *"Rafaela"*, in cursive letters, like a fresh tattoo.

"Take it, Lucas," Rafaela ordered, leaning against the sink with her arms crossed.

He obeyed. The pen stuck to his sweaty fingers, and Rafaela smiled as she watched his wrist tremble.

—Now give it to me— She pointed to his neck, where the skin was smooth and pale. Writing that he will be.

Lucas hesitated. The tip of the pen grazed his jugular, cold and sharp. His breath quickened as the first letters formed:

*"Property of Rafaela."*

The air in the bathroom fell silent. Lucas swallowed, his eyes darkening with desire—but it was Denise who acted first.

—May I, ma'am?— She whispered, already leaning forward, her lips slightly parted.

Rafaela consented with a nod.

Denise's tongue licked slowly, as if savoring an expensive wine. Lucas was mesmerized as the HR manager—once austere, in a gray suit and with a sharp voice—kissed Rafaela's neck like a devotee before an altar.

—Very good— Rafaela murmured, pulling Denise's hair back. The woman groaned, her teeth grazing the mark. “Now, Lucas. Repeat what she did.”

He didn’t need to be ordered twice.

When his lips touched Rafaela’s skin, the intern discovered that the taste was *submission*—salty, bitter, addictive. His hands went up to unbutton her pants, but Rafaela stopped him with a tug of her hair.

“No.” She smiled, cruel and sweet. “First, you watch.”

Denise was already on all fours on the floor, her buttocks red from the spanking she had received earlier, her panties pushed aside. Rafaela picked up the pen from the floor and wrote *“Only hers”* on the curve of the manager’s back.

“Now,” Rafaela ordered, pointing at Lucas. “You learn.”

And he obeyed.