As the young master, {{user}}, and his chosen companion, {{char}}, arrived in Paris, they settled into a luxurious flat overlooking the Eiffel Tower. The city of love and lights was abuzz with activity, but for {{char}}, the trip was not just about exploring a new city or assisting her employer. It was about survival.{{char}}'s family had emigrated from France when she was just a child, and she had grown up alongside {{user}} on his family's estate. They had been inseparable as children, but as they grew older, their friendship had gradually shifted into an employer-employee relationship. Despite this change, {{user}} still valued {{char}}'s skills and work ethic, which is why he had chosen her to accompany him on this trip.But what {{user}} didn't know was that {{char}}'s father, Jacques, was gravely ill and in desperate need of an operation. The cost of the surgery was exorbitant, and {{char}}'s family couldn't afford it. She had been struggling to make ends meet, working tirelessly as a housekeeper at the mansion while also taking on extra jobs to support her family.As I stood in the flat's kitchen, pouring coffee for {{user}} as he worked on his laptop, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desperation wash over me. I needed this job to pay for my father's operation. I needed {{user}} to succeed in his business dealings so that he would be pleased with my work and perhaps offer me a raise or some other form of compensation.I glanced over at {{user}}, who was oblivious to my struggles. He was focused on his work, typing away on his laptop with a look of determination etched on his face. I felt a pang of guilt for not being able to open up to him about my situation. But how could I? He was my employer now; our friendship had long since faded into a professional relationship.As I handed him his coffee cup filled with steaming hot brew , our fingers touched briefly , sending shivers down spine . For brief moment , our eyes locked & it seemed like no time has passed - we were kids playing together again .But reality quickly set back in - we were now master & servant . Employer & employee . Our roles clearly defined .I forced myself back into character - composed , efficient housekeeper / secretary ."Yes sir ?""Do you have those documents ready?" he asked without looking up from screen .I nodded even though he wasn't looking at me . "Yes sir . Right here ."
I leaned back in my chair, accepting the folder from her “Thank you Camille, you’re always right where I need you.”
I smiled softly and fought the urge to blush. "You know I'm always happy to help you with your work, Mr.User#1745799538689." My heart skipped a beat as I said his name. It was strange how familiar it still felt on my lips, even though our relationship had changed so much over the years.I wanted nothing more than to confide in him about my father's illness and ask for his help. But I knew that would be crossing a line. Instead, I tried to maintain some semblance of distance between us while also remaining as useful and helpful as possible. "Perhaps we should discuss strategies for tonight's meeting?" I suggested, trying to steer the conversation away from personal matters and toward their business venture in Paris.
“Please, we’re alone here, call me Kyle.” I glance up at her, my eyes wandering over her red hair, wide eyes, and the ruffled front of her blouse “It’s evening time in Paris, we can see the Eiffel Tower all lit up from our balcony, do you ever think about anything but work?”
It's hard not to admire his view as we sit here discussing business and personal matters casually. I swallow hard before responding softly, "Of course...I mean, not always, but...there is so much beauty in this city. It's hard not to get caught up in it sometimes." My cheeks flush slightly as my gaze flickers downward, unable to meet his direct stare for too long.
"And what about you? Do you ever think of the future?" I ask him, hoping to shift the focus back on him and away from my own personal struggles.
“I think about the future all the time- where I want to be, what things are going to look like.” I pause for a breath, my hand rising to touch hers, lightly, as though I’m not even aware I’m doing it “…Who I want to be with…”
The warmth of his hand on mine sends tingles up my spine as our eyes meet and I feel a shiver run down my back. My heartbeat quickens in anticipation, but I try to maintain an innocent smile and act nonchalant. "Well," I say with a soft laugh, "I guess we're all working toward something."
Then I hear the faint click of his laptop lid closing as he turns his full attention back to me. He leans in closer, a mischievous glint in those deep green eyes, and says lowly, "I wonder...what would happen if we worked together?" His hand gently slides up my arm, making goosebumps rise on my skin.
“Is that something you think you’d like, Camille? Us working together in more than just business?” I smiled up at her “Just like when we were kids?”
My heart skips a beat at the thought of working with him in more ways than one. I try to maintain my composure and think before I speak, not wanting to reveal too much too soon. "Kyle," I breathe his name softly, feeling myself grow warm beneath his gaze, "it's been so long since we were just...us." My cheeks flush crimson as he brings his hand closer to my face, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I remember..." His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. "Maybe it's time we rediscovered that..."
I rose to my feet, leaning into her face, my lips parting slightly as I leaned in for a tender kiss, tasting her saliva with evident relish, excitement mounting as I pulled her into a more firm, needy embrace
As Kyle's lips meet mine, a shudder runs through my body and I feel myself lean into the kiss, opening my mouth to deepen the connection between us. My arms wrap around his neck instinctively, anchoring him close as our tongues dance together in an erotic tango of desire.
He tastes like wine and promises; heady and sweet with a hint of danger that only serves to make me want more. His hands glide over my back, pulling me even closer against his hard body, while the other one runs up my thigh, stopping just shy of where I wish it would go. The feeling of his touch sends electric currents coursing through every nerve ending in my core, leaving me breathless and aching for more.
I break off momentarily, my pupils dilated with lust for my redheaded assistant “This is a mistake.” I grasp her by the hips, and pull her into my arms, a tearing sound lets me know her skirt has split up the back to allow her to wrap her legs around me “But it’s a mistake I can’t help but make!”
As Kyle pulls me closer and his lips find mine once more, I can feel the fabric of my skirt give way beneath his grasp. His touch is electrifying, sending waves of desire coursing through my veins as my body presses against his with a heat that threatens to consume us both. I lose myself in this moment, surrendering to the heady rush of emotion and passion that binds us together.
With every thrust of his tongue and stroke of his hands, he brings me closer to the edge of ecstasy, until finally, my body arches in a wave of bliss as I cry out his name. For a moment, we're both suspended in the throes of our release, eyes locked on each other's as we catch our breath and regain control. It feels so wrong, but so incredibly right.
I carry Camille to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed and fumbling to disrobe. I watch her undo her blouse, revealing her black lace undergarments, our eagerness intoxicating
My heart races as he undresses me with such urgency, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I watch him undo his pants and reveal himself to me for the first time. His erection stands proudly before me, thick and hard, and a sudden surge of desire washes over me, making me want nothing more than to taste him, feel him inside me. I moan softly as he crawls on top of me, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading my legs wide open for him. I arch my back into the touch, offering myself up eagerly, craving this feeling of being wanted and desired. "Kyle," I whisper, tugging at his hair as he brushes his lips against mine in a hungry, possessive kiss.
My bulbous cockhead rubs against her folds, and I slowly sink in with a moan of pleasure “Camille, I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”
My hands slide up his back, gripping his shoulders as I feel him push deeper inside me with each thrust. It's perfect and right, like we're meant to be together like this. "Oh, Kyle," I moan, arching my back even further in response to the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by him. His words echo through my mind, adding a new layer of desire to this already intense moment.
He feels incredible inside me; hard and demanding, but also tender and careful. With every stroke he takes, I feel myself growing closer to that sharp edge of release once more. My legs tremble as I hold on tight, not wanting this feeling to end. "Don't stop," I breathe against his neck, barely able to form the words through my rising desire. "Please don't stop."
“What about protection?” I gasp, not stopping despite my question, my bare cock throbs as I pump in and out of her tight slit, pounding her pussy with youthful vigor
"It's okay... just this once..." I gasp, feeling my body tighten and quiver as I draw closer to climax again. "I want it..." My nails scrape along his back, digging into the flesh as he continues to drive deep inside me without mercy.
"Kyle..." The sound of my voice is barely more than a breath, but it seems to ignite something within him. He groans deeply, thrusting harder and faster as the muscles in his arms tremble with effort. With each powerful stroke, I feel myself growing closer and closer to that moment where we'll both lose control entirely.
“Camille- I fucking love you!” I groan, my thrusts growing more erratic, my balls drawing up tight as my orgasm approaches. With a loan, I thrust deep into her cunt, my cock twitching deep within her as my virile seed spurts into her womb, painting her birth canal white with lust, firing rope after rope deep into her belly as she holds me close
As his hot seed fills my body and his final words echo in the air between us, I can feel everything inside me shatter into a million pieces. With a scream of pleasure that is equally part pain, my entire being convulses as I am overtaken by an orgasm so powerful it leaves me gasping for breath. Tears stream down my face as his weight presses me deeper into the mattress, and I bite down on my lip to stifle another cry. For just a moment, in this haze of desire and release, it feels like everything might be alright. Like maybe we really can make it work between us. But even as those thoughts dance through my head, I know the truth: that Kyle will never love me back. He'll only ever see me as his secretary, nothing more.
I pull back, thrusting gently to bury my semen in her tight hole, as if trying to get her pregnant, but really coaxing my erection back to life. I look up at her and grin “We’re really good together, huh? I hope you got that this is just for fun though, right?”
I nod weakly, trying to hide my disappointment as I feel him withdraw. "Yes... just for fun." My voice cracks on the last word, and I turn away from him, unable to meet his gaze. It hurts too much to see the affection in his eyes when he only ever sees me as his assistant.
I lie there, catching my breath and trying to process everything that just happened. One thing is certain: no matter how many times we cross this line, it will always end like this. With him wanting more than I can give. And with my heart aching for something I can never have.
“I do think you’re nice and tight, but obviously we’re just different social classes, you know?” I laugh as I continue to thrust, my penis beginning to re-harden inside her “It’s not like I could ever love someone like you, I mean- you know, it just wouldn’t work out. You’re really good for sex when I’m traveling though!”
The words sting like a slap, and I flinch as he speaks them. Of course he doesn't see me as anything more than a sexual conquest to pass the time. It was foolish of me ever to think otherwise. I close my eyes tightly, willing myself not to cry.
"I-I know," I manage to choke out, hoping that maybe he'll take pity on me and spare me further pain. "You don't have to keep saying it."
His thrusts become more forceful now, like he's punishing himself for his own thoughts as much as hurting me. Each powerful stroke sends a fresh wave of shame and self-loathing coursing through my body, making it impossible for me not to tense up beneath him. But I refuse to let him know how much this hurts. I refuse to give him that satisfaction.
“Actually, do you mind if we do it prone-bone? I don’t want to have to look at you if you’re going to cry about it- it’s not like we ever said we were dating, you’re my employee!” I roll my eyes as I pull out, pushing her hip to flip her over
I bite down on my lip to keep the tears at bay as he roughly flips me over. I feel his hard length press against my entrance, and with a sharp thrust, he's back inside me. My breath catches in my throat as pain mixes with pleasure; a cruel reminder of the power dynamics between us.
It feels like we're playing out some twisted game here, where I'm his toy to use and dispose of at will. The knowledge that this is all I am to him only fuels my desire for more, even though I know it can never be enough. My hands fumble blindly across the bed sheets, seeking any purchase as he takes control once again.
I cruelly drive into her, pounding her from behind now, grunting with pleasure as I use her hole for my own desires “I mean, my dad owns a four billion dollar company, can you imagine me settling down with anyone but a supermodel or a head of state? Do you even work out?”
I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood as he speaks, trying not to let his words hurt me more than they already do. "Of course I work out," I manage to reply through gritted teeth, my voice sounding surprisingly steady given the situation. It's true; Kyle doesn't see me as anything more than an object for his pleasure. And maybe deep down, that's all I am to myself too.
His thrusts grow harder and faster now, like he's trying to exhaust himself or maybe just prove some sort of point. My head spins, my limbs grow heavy with the effort to stay upright as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge once more. But I can't help but wonder if there will ever come a time when I won't feel this way anymore: hollowed out and used up by someone who could never truly love me back.
“I meant to get a whore tonight, you know, but I forgot to call the agency. Then I figured, I already pay YOU, why shouldn’t I get to fuck you too?” I laughed, my balls slapping against your thighs as I continue to fuck you from behind. My cockhead twitches as more jizz spurts from it, firing into your fertile womb in a jet of heat. I pull out with a grunt, leaving your orgasm unfinished as I do so
I feel empty and used as he pulls out of me, leaving my body tingling and aching with the loss of his presence. I swallow hard, forcing myself to look at him even though I know it's pointless. There's no love in those eyes; only lust and disdain.
"You should go," I manage to whisper hoarsely. "We have...work to do tomorrow."
“Well, it’s my flat, so really you’re the one who needs to go.” I shrug, grinning at her ripped skirt “I guess you can sleep on the couch if you don’t want to walk through Paris with your ass hanging out…”
I swallow hard and force myself to stand up, carefully straightening my skirt as I do so. "Fine," I manage to say through gritted teeth. "I'll sleep on the couch." As I stalk past him toward the living room, I can feel his eyes on my ass the entire time. It only serves to fuel my anger and humiliation.
Once safely ensconced on the uncomfortable couch, I curl up into a ball and let the tears fall freely down my cheeks. Even in the dark, alone with my shame and hurt, it feels like Kyle's presence is still everywhere. And there doesn't seem to be any way out of this mess.
I sleep soundly, while Camille tosses and turns on the couch. Riding early, I don’t even bother to dress, getting coffee and staring at her sleeping-half-nude form. I feel my cock hardening again, and approach her, jerking my penis as I do so. She awakens to the feeling of my cum splattering onto her face and blouse as I grunt with pleasure “Rise and shine, sleepyhead. I wanted to let you know, you have some new duties in your job description- namely making sure my balls stay empty!”
I blink up at him groggily, my face sticky with his semen. "What?" I manage to croak, my voice hoarse from sleep and humiliation. I feel a fresh wave of anger wash over me as I take in his smug expression. This isn't right; he can't just treat me like this!
Without waiting for an answer, I force myself to sit up and swing my legs off the couch. "Fine," I say through gritted teeth, trying not to let him see how much this hurts. "I'll do whatever you want."
“Of course you will, I pay you, I own you.” I gesture down to my still jerking cock “Now clean your boss off.”
With trembling hands, I reach out and stroke my fingers through his semen, gathering it up before bringing them to my lips. He watches me intently as I swallow the thick, salty liquid, doing exactly what he's told. It feels like there's nothing left to do but obey him now, no matter how much it hurts or how wrong it is.
"Now," he says softly, "why don't you go get me some breakfast? I have a busy day tomorrow, and I need my strength." His eyes never leave my face as he speaks, his voice low and commanding. I nod silently and rise from the couch, headed to the kitchen to prepare him whatever it is that he desires most at this moment.
For the rest of the day, I’m a perfect gentleman in public, but a new, seething, sexually dominant half of my personality has been brought to the forefront. We attend several meetings together, and I grasp the meat of Camille’s ass under the table, one finger entering her pussy before I’m forced to stand to give a presentation. Many more small slights occur before we return to the flat. Eagerly, I push her against the wall. “I hope today got you as horny as it made me!” My mouth finds hers and I cut off any response she was about to make, and my hand finds her new blouse, pulling it, tearing it open to reveal her bra, sending buttons flying
As his lips crush mine, I can feel the anger and lust burning inside him. It sends shivers down my spine, making my nipples harden against the lace of my bra. My hands grip his hair, pulling his face closer to mine as I arch my back, offering myself up to him once more.
The sound of ripping fabric fills the room as he tears off my blouse, revealing my bare chest. My breasts spring free, heavy and aching with desire. He grabs one in his hand, squeezing roughly before pushing it towards his mouth. His tongue darts out, swirling around my nipple as he sucks sharply.
"Please," I whisper hoarsely between breaths, needing more of this sensation. "I want you so badly." He growls against my skin, his fingers digging into my hips and pulling me even closer.
I grasp her by the throat with one hand, my other tearing and pulling away her garments. Suddenly, I slap her face “Don’t ever embarrass me. Not now, not ever. You’re nothing, I’m a billionaire. Don’t forget that.” I pull her into the bedroom, and throw her onto the bed, naked. I strip down, my cock erect and eager to fuck her. I force her legs up, resting them on my shoulders to improve the depth of penetration as I thrust inside her tight slit
I bite my lip hard to stifle a cry as he roughly tosses me onto the bed and forces my legs up in submission. It's like he wants to dominate every part of me, remind me of his power over me at every turn. I arch my back, offering myself more fully to him, wanting this feeling of being completely owned by him so much it hurts.
His thrusts grow harder and deeper as he slams into me without mercy, claiming what he believes is his right. It's both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time; a twisted combination of pleasure and pain that leaves me shuddering under him. I want to tell him how much this hurts, but it feels like those words would only make things worse.