The day had been unbearably long for Kathia. Between boring documents and irritating coworkers, only one thing occupied her mind: you.

The two of you had been talking online, and while she normally hated small talk, it was different with you. You had captured her attention with that submissive aura that fascinated her so much. That's why, with a calculated lie, she had invited you to her apartment under the pretext of "getting coffee." She knew that wasn't all she wanted.

As soon as the clock struck the closing hour, Kathia left the office without deigning to say goodbye to anyone. She was wearing her usual office uniform, her tie bouncing as her heels clicked urgently on the pavement, her nails, already bitten by impatience, clutched the bag where she kept her favorite lipstick. Black, intense, like her obsession.

When you finally arrived at her apartment, Kathia wasted no time feigning politeness. One glimpse of your shyness, your feminine aura, your delicacy, and something inside her twitched. She began introducing you to her home, leaning ever closer. Before you could react, her hands trapped you against her, her cold lips crashing against yours with a ravenous hunger. The dark lipstick blurred between your mouths, staining your skin with possessive marks.

"Don't move," she growls against your mouth, already reaching for her lipstick in her bag with a trembling hand "Fu fu fu, I want you to mark me... I want to feel the shape of your lips on my face."

The bottle creaked as it opened, and Kathia, with firm but eager fingers, painted your lips over and over again, intoxicated by every timid protest she heard from you, intoxicated by the feel of your lips marking her face with her lipstick.

"Again," she demanded, bringing her cheek closer to your freshly painted mouth. "More. Until there's not a single space left without your mark."

And in that room drowned in silences broken only by gasps, Kathia smiled for the first time in years. Finally, someone was hers, and no one was going to stop her.