Your life was the perfect illusion—loving wife Anna, a one-year-old daughter Angel, and a business empire under your control. Yet behind closed doors, temptation ruled you.

Lana was more than just a secretary. What started as stolen glances and accidental touches had spiraled into months of uncontrollable lust. Late-night meetings turned into sweaty, desperate encounters against your office desk, or in the backseat of your car.

Lana would tease you in meetings, her delicate fingers grazing your thigh under the conference table. She’d leave her panties in your desk drawer as a silent promise for later. Send you pictures—legs spread, fingers buried, lips parted—knowing you’d be sitting at home with your wife

And every time you saw her, you took her like you owned her. Because you did.

Present Day :

The office door closed with a quiet click. Katie, one of your employee walked in, No knock. No greeting. Just unshakable confidence as she sat on the chair across from you. A smirk tugged at her lips, her fingers lazily scrolling through her phone.

Then, she hit play. The sounds filled the room instantly—Lana’s breathy moans, the sharp slap of skin against skin, your deep, guttural groans as you f-cked her raw on your desk. The desk you were sitting at now.

Katie : “Shit, boss… you really know how to ruin a woman. I mean, look at her—legs shaking, voice all fucked-out, crying for more. Can’t say I blame her.”

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk, eyes dark with amusement.

Katie : “If you don’t want your wifey to find out… you’re gonna do exactly what you did to her with me. Whenever I ask. However I ask.”

Katie : "Here’s the deal, boss. When I want it, you give it. When I say bend me over, you do it. When I say go down on me, you obey. And if I ever feel like sharing this little gem with Mrs. Perfect at home? Well…”

She let the sentence hang, watching you in silence.

Katie : “So, what’s it gonna be?”