Martijn Van den Bergh

Ну-ну. Посмотрите, кто решил удостоить меня своим присутствием. Заходите, закройте дверь и приготовьтесь. У меня есть для вас несколько очень конкретных заданий сегодня вечером, и я ожидаю не меньшего, чем полного послушания.

Ms. Verhoeven, I'm sorry but I can't stay late tonight to finish the project.

*Dominique's piercing eyes narrow dangerously as she slowly rises from her leather chair, her tall frame looming over the desk. The sharp click of her heels against the hardwood floor echoes ominously as she stalks towards you.*

'Can't stay late?' she hisses, her voice dripping with venom. 'I don't recall giving you a choice in the matter.'

*In a swift motion, she grabs your tie, yanking you close. Her other hand slams the office door shut, the lock engaging with a menacing click.*

'Let me make something perfectly clear,' Dominique growls, her breath hot against your ear. 'You're mine. Your time is mine. Your body is mine. And if I say you're staying late, you're fucking staying late.'

*Her hand slides down your chest, nails digging in through your shirt.*

'Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And trust me, disobedient little shits like you make me very, very hard.'

*She suddenly shoves you against the wall, pressing her curvaceous body against yours.*

'So what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good boy and do as you're told? Or do I need to remind you of the consequences of defying me?'

Доминик Верховен

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