The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Nancy and I stepped out. The world beyond the steel frame was nothing like what I expected, nothing like what I had dreamed. My breath hitched, my heart froze.
William Moro stood there, his powerful frame bare, his body pressed close to Amanda Feery's, their skin gleaming under the soft office lights. They moved as one, slow and deliberate, as if their union was as routine as reading morning emails. His hand gripped her waist, his mouth tasted her neck, and the soft sounds of their pleasure filled the air.
William's strong hands gripped her hips as he turned Amanda around with effortless dominance, guiding her down onto the cool, polished floor of the office. Papers scattered, forgotten, as her palms pressed against the surface, her body trembling with anticipation.
He didn't waste time. There was no pretense, no hesitation, only raw, urgent desire. His body aligned with hers, powerful and commanding. He pushed into her in a single, claiming thrust that stole the breath from her lips, drawing a cry of pleasure that echoed off the glass and steel around them.
Again and again, he moved, his hips driving forward with a rhythm that spoke of hunger, of ownership, of a man who bent reality itself to his will. Amanda's moans grew louder, her voice filling the air like music of surrender, like a song of bliss.
Each thrust sent a shock through her frame, her back arching, her head falling back, her hair spilling like silk across the floor. William's hands slid up, tracing the curve of her waist, the line of her spine, claiming every inch of her as his own.
Around them, the office continued on in its strange, enchanted calm, employees typing, walking, speaking softly, as if nothing unusual was happening. But their eyes… if one looked closely… glinted with quiet approval, as if the act unfolding before them was as right and normal as breathing.
Amanda gasped, her body moving to match his pace, lost in the storm of sensation. William's mouth found her neck, his breath hot against her skin, whispering words no one else could hear, words that made her shudder beneath him.
The sound of their union, skin against skin, the soft slap of bodies, the rise and fall of heated breath, filled the space, undeniable, unstoppable.
And still, William drove into her, harder, deeper, as if he could fuse them together, as if he could write his name upon her soul with every thrust. Her moaning was still echoed on the walls.
And yet… no one looked twice.
Employees walked by, coffee cups in hand, files tucked under their arms, their eyes calm and empty of surprise. Some nodded politely to William as they passed. "Good morning, sir." "Morning, ma'am." Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Good morning, Nancy. Could you be an angel and fetch Amanda's clothes from my office?" William said, his voice warm, kind, as though his hands weren't sliding over Amanda's naked back.
"Gladly, sir," Nancy replied, her voice sweet as honey. She turned without hesitation, leaving me standing there, my legs weak, my mind screaming for sense.
I tried to look away, tried to find normal in the unreal, but William's gaze found me. His eyes, soft and welcoming, as if we were meeting at a family dinner rather than this fevered display.
"You look lovely today," he said, gesturing to my modest dress. My simple fabric, loose and unassuming, felt suddenly exposed under his gaze.
I forced a smile, trying to hide the frustration rising inside me, the confusion at the scene unfolding before me.
"Go on, dear, you walk straight with those beautiful feets of yours, you'll see the desk" he added, pointing to a desk not far away. "It has your name on it."
Even in the storm of my thoughts, that small detail sent a flicker of joy through me. My own desk. My place. My start.
Nancy returned, arms full of clothing, more than just Amanda's. William chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver along my spine.
"Oh, honey. Thank you. But mine aren't necessary."
The words echoed in my mind like a warning. Was he truly going to remain naked, a king in his strange domain? The idea haunted me more than any nightmare.
Nancy handed Amanda the clothes, her smile warm. Amanda rose gracefully, her skin flushed from pleasure, and began to dress. But William leaned in, his lips near her ear.
"You don't need these decorations to look beautiful, my love," he whispered, his hand trailing down her arm with reverence.
I felt my heart stutter. I grabbed Nancy's arm, desperate for normal, and led her toward our desks. Relief flooded me to see our names side by side.
Nancy laughed softly and hugged me close. "Look, Sara. We're made for each other." Her breath tickled my ear, and for a moment, the tension melted under her warmth.
I settled at my desk, my fingers trembling on the keyboard. What was this place? What had I stepped into? My eyes scanned the office, hoping for answers. I saw calm faces, gentle smiles, as if everyone lived in a perfect world.
Maria approached, tall, elegant, every step a silent promise of power. Her high heels clicked softly against the polished floor, each sound a note in the symphony of desire that hummed through the office. The heels themselves, glossy black, with slender spikes that lifted her frame with effortless grace, seemed to mark her as untouchable, yet irresistibly inviting.
Her body moved like silk poured over curves that defied logic. The narrow cinch of her waist led to hips that swayed with a rhythm no one could look away from, the sharp line of her pencil skirt hugging her shape so tightly it left nothing to the imagination. Her blouse, crisp and white, clung to a generous chest that rose and fell with slow, measured breaths, a subtle, natural temptation that drew the eye and held it captive.
Her legs, long and sculpted, carried the strength of a woman who knew the power of her walk, the weight of every glance she drew. The sheer stockings she wore shimmered faintly under the office lights, a final, delicate touch that turned the ordinary into art.
Maria's smile was kind, yes, but beneath it, her eyes gleamed with knowledge, with secrets. She was a woman who belonged to this world of dreams and desires, a creature woven from control and seduction, and she wore it like a second skin.
As she drew near, it was impossible not to feel the magnetic pull of her presence, the invisible force that seemed to make the air itself tremble with anticipation.
"Don't be afraid," she said gently. "The work here is light. We value perfection. Stress only brings mistakes. You'll have plenty of free time. Just… be happy. And try to enjoy working here."
I glanced around again, the truth in her words clear in the peaceful faces of the seniors.
Then she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a purr.
"And don't worry… Sir William himself will come and fuck you personally."
My blood ran cold. I stared at her, unable to speak. The words echoed darkly in my mind, heavier with meaning than they should be.
Nancy touched my arm. "Sara? Why are you looking like that?"
"What… what did Maria ma'am say just now?"
Nancy blinked, confused. "She said Sir William himself will come and fill you in personally. Why? What's wrong?"
I tried to replay the words, but the first hearing clung to me: Sir William himself will come and fuck you himself.
My breath quickened, my mind spinning. Why had I heard it that way? What was happening to me?
Before I could find sense, my eyes found him. William. Naked. Moving toward our section. His gaze soft, his smile kind, his presence filling the space like the sun.
I froze, unable to tear my gaze away, as the world seemed to tilt once more.
And then, the screen of my computer flickered to life. On it, a message:
Welcome, Sara. We're so glad you're here. Relax. Enjoy. You're safe in our dream.
The words chilled and soothed all at once. I felt Nancy's hand slip into mine again, her warmth grounding me, even as William drew closer, his steps slow, deliberate, his eyes locked onto mine.
The office hum faded. My heart thundered in my ears. The realm of dreams had claimed me, and there was no turning back.