The boss bitch's hidden submissive streak flares up.

Osiris Champion's Gambit – A Crown Forged in Submission

The moment Arianna’s knees struck the polished marble floor, the balance of power in the Egyptian Museum shifted irrevocably. The sharp crack of bone against stone echoed through her glass-walled office, a humiliating counterpoint to the muffled gasps still escaping her swollen lips. The haughty milf's ice-blue eyes—once sharp enough to flay interns alive—now swam with unfocused lust, pupils dilated so wide they nearly swallowed the irises whole.

"W-what the hell is happening to me?" A mental echo, Arianna's soul was torn between corrupt desire and decades of bossing around everyone... Down on her knees, heat pooled between the hot mature woman's thighs, drenching her lingerie, a dark shiver crawled down his boss' spine as the fallen divinity's power awakened her secret desire for submission

"Look at you, isn't everything much more comfortable now? You only have to serve, to please, that's all you need to think about, Arianna."

Stefano watched, enraptured, as the museum director’s manicured hands—hands that signed six-figure acquisition orders and crushed junior curators’ careers with a single email—twitched helplessly at her sides. The fake blonde's retort came unusually late, it seemed Arianna had spent quite some time savouring her dear subordinate heartfelt advice. His arrogant boss' soft contralto had already lost most of its edge,

"F-fuck you... How dare you... H-how dare you speak to me like that!!"

A single bead of sweat traced the elegant column of her slender neck, disappearing beneath the starched collar of her $3,000 Dolce & Gabbana blouse.

"Open."

The command slithered through the air, laced with the weight of millennia-old worship. Arianna’s jaw unhinged with obscene readiness, her plump, collagen-enhanced lips glistening with anticipatory saliva.

Stefano’s belt buckle clinked as he freed himself, the sound absurdly loud in the tense silence. His cock sprang free, already fully erect, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum that painted dark spots on his tailored slacks. The musky scent of his arousal mingled with Arianna’s Chanel No. 5, creating a perverse olfactory cocktail that made Emma—still frozen in the doorway—whimper involuntarily.

"Wider," Stefano growled, fisting a hand in Arianna’s artfully highlighted blonde locks. "Your new master deserves a proper welcome."

How many times had he fantasized about this, how many years had it been since he first joked with his friend Antonio about teaching this whore of a boss some manners? And here she was, the fake blonde milf's cocksucking pillow lips wrapped around his fat cock.

"Hmmph!!"

Arianna’s gag reflex triggered the instant the first thick inch breached her luscious red lips. Her perfectly contoured cheeks hollowed as Stefano drove himself deeper, the veins along his shaft catching on her teeth as her throat convulsed around him. Tears welled in her kohl-rimmed eyes, smearing her waterproof mascara into grotesque raccoon streaks.

"G-Ghkk—!"

The sound was music.

Stefano threw his head back with a groan, his hips snapping forward to bury the remaining length in one brutal thrust. Arianna’s nose crushed against his pelvis, her airway cut off completely as his cockhead bulged against the delicate skin of her neck. Her manicured nails—French tips perfectly matched to her nude Louboutins—scrabbled at his thighs, leaving angry red trails in their wake.

"That’s it, princess," he purred, rolling his hips in slow, sadistic circles. "**** on it. Beg for it. Your husband’s board meetings never made you this wet, did they?"

A fresh flood of arousal soaked through Arianna’s silk panties, the damp patch visible even through her pencil skirt. The blonde milf's voluptuous body arched involuntarily, her $800 La Perla bra straining against heaving J-cup tits that had never known a baby’s hungry mouth—only the envious stares of lesser women and the inattentive gropes of her politically ambitious husband.

The door creaked.

Emma stood paralyzed in the threshold, her archival gloves still clutched in one trembling hand. The Filipina intern’s doe-eyes—usually bright with eager-to-please enthusiasm—were saucer-wide with shock, her full lips parted around a silent scream.

_"O-ohmygod... It's so fucking huge!! How is it even bigger than I imagined!?" _Another soul fragment, it seemed Emma had kept he end of the bargain, playing with her pussy while fantasizing about Stefano's fat cock stretching her tight cunt out.

The museum’s standard-issue polyester blouse clung to her sweat-slicked skin, the top buttons undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of caramel-colored cleavage.

Stefano didn’t pause his rhythmic face-fucking.

"Emma," he purred, the Osiris ring flaring with unholy light. "Come kneel with your supervisor."

The compulsion hit like a freight train. Emma’s knees buckled, her body moving against her will as the ring’s power rewired her synapses. Her thong—a cheap cotton thing from H&M, so unlike Arianna’s lace—was already soaked through by the time her knees hit the floor.

"Good girl," Stefano crooned, finally pulling his dripping cock from Arianna’s ruined throat. "Clean up your boss’s mess."

Emma obeyed without hesitation, the exotic beauty's pink tongue lapping at the spit-slick length with the same meticulous care she used to handle 3,000-year-old papyrus scrolls. The young, slender Filipina had been dreaming about this for days, her pussy had been aching for Stefano's cock, the young woman's hazel eyes always looking at the

"S-so tasty..." Another mental echo, the cock-drunk Filipina was drowning in the incubus' pheromone musk.

Arianna gasped for air, strings of saliva and snot connecting her swolled red lips to Stefano’s shaft, the blonde haughty whore's once-impeccable makeup now a mess of smeared foundation, precum and tear tracks.

"P-Please..." Arianna rasped, her voice shredded.

Stefano tangled his free hand in Emma’s hair, edging her to take him deep as Arianna watched. "Please what, director?"

The office phone rang.

The caller ID displayed COUNCILMAN SFORZA in bold letters.

Stefano smirked, thrusting deeper into Emma’s eager throat as Arianna’s phone vibrated across the desk. "Answer it," he commanded, his voice thick with dark amusement. "Tell your husband you’re approving my promotion."

Arianna’s trembling hand reached for the receiver.

The Osiris ring pulsed.

"And put it on speaker."