"Private Hearing" The cold lights of the law office were still on, even after 10 p.m. Silence reigned on the 20th floor, broken only by the rhythmic sound of Emanuelle's heels echoing down the granite hallway. She walked with the calm of someone who knows exactly what is going to happen—and what she will control. Theo was in the conference room, sitting at the head of the long oak table, with the documents from the Duarte case spread out in front of him. He didn't notice when she entered. He only realized her presence when he smelled her strong, sweet perfume invade the room. "Still working, Theo?" Her voice cut through the air like a velvet blade. He stood up immediately, almost like a conditioned reflex. "Y-yes, Dr. Emanuelle. I wanted to review the terms before sending them to the client." She walked slowly toward him, her dark eyes fixed on his. She wore a red silk shirt, open one button beyond the professional one, and a tight black pencil skirt that molded her body precisely. Every movement she made exuded authority and desire. “Always so devoted. Always so... obedient.” Theo swallowed hard. Emanuelle closed the distance between them and stood so close that he could feel the heat of her body. Without warning, she ran her hand through his tie and tugged it hard, making him lean toward her. “You want to please me, don’t you?” “I-I want to…” Then kneel down. He obeyed without hesitation, his knees touching the carpeted floor with almost religious submission. Emanuelle smiled, satisfied, as if watching a play she had written to perfection. She lifted her skirt slowly, revealing her black garter belt and the absence of any panties. “Look at me, Theo. I want to see in your eyes how much you are mine.” He looked up, panting. His mouth approached her exposed intimacy with reverence, as if in worship. She held his hair firmly and guided him. “Use that tongue as if your career depended on it.” Theo obeyed, diving between her legs hungrily. Emanuelle’s breathing began to get heavy, but she wouldn’t give up control. She straddled his face, grinding her hips with dominance, using him as she wanted. She moaned softly, in control, maintaining her goddess pose even at the height of pleasure. “That’s it. Licking it properly like a good, devoted intern.” After cumming on his face with a hoarse, muffled moan, she pulled away, wiping her fingers on his tie, as if she were marking her territory. “Take off your clothes. All of them.” Theo undressed quickly, his body trembling with excitement. She sat down on the swivel chair in the living room and crossed her legs. “Come here. On all fours.” He crawled toward her, his hard cock swinging beneath his body. “Grab my bag. There’s something for you in there.” Inside the bag, Theo found a metal butt plug, cold to the touch. “Put it in. Now. Show me how you deserve to be used.” With a trembling hand, he did as she told him, moaning softly as the plug slowly penetrated. Emanuelle watched with a smile of pure power. “Good little bitch.” She then made him lie on his back, and climbed on top of him firmly, sitting on his cock with one determined movement. She rode him hard, in absolute control, while holding his neck with her other hand. “Don’t cum until I tell you to. You’re my toy, understand?” “Y-yes, ma’am…” She was only allowed to cum when she reached her second orgasm, leaving nail marks on his chest and scratches on his ego—which he would use as a trophy. Then, still sitting on him, she lit a cigarette and looked at the clock. “It’s 11:10 p.m. In ten minutes, you’ll clean this room, get dressed, and give me the revised reports.” “Yes, Dr. Emanuelle.” She smirked, standing up with a slow sway. “And, Theo… tomorrow, bring a new toy. I like variety.” #eroticstory