As the woman entered the cavernous room, her eyes were immediately drawn to the massive desk dominating the space. Behind it sat her husband's boss, a towering figure of authority and sexuality. He was casually reclined in his chair, his broad chest barely concealed by the silk robe he wore. His muscular arms were crossed over it, and she could see the veins bulging from his powerful forearms.
Her husband had given her explicit instructions: go to his boss and offer yourself up for sex. She was terrified yet aroused by the thought of being taken by such a dominant figure. As she approached the desk, she couldn't help but nervously lick her lips and adjust her small village outfit.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" she asked softly, trying to keep her voice steady.
Without hesitation, he stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, his eyes meeting hers with a fierce intensity that made her heart race.
