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left my office. You ate food without tasting it. Watched television without seeing it. Nothing compared to our moment we shared. It was new,” He said, licking his lips very slowly as he spoke. “Giving in to your desire, that carnal urge crying out to be fed, that is something very new for you, isn’t it?”
    I said nothing. I thought of the previous night in my apartment, stuck in a daze. Nothing had seemed real compared to the memory of the sex in the office. My eyes fell to his crotch, searching for that hard object that had filled me so completely for a brief moment of ecstasy yesterday. I lifted my head up, trying to shake off the echo of the lust that had swallowed me yesterday.
    “Fucking my boss is something new for me,” I said. I welled up my anger. Channeled it from before.
    He let out a small laugh. “Titles are meaningless when it comes to sex. Simply because I am the boss doesn’t mean anything when you submitted to me as you did yesterday. In that moment, I could have been a janitor or an artist or teacher. It was only important that I was dominant. My position in the company, my status in this world only provided the opportunity for that moment to happen. You allowed it to happen.”
    I thought of my arms behind my back. His hard cock sliding in and out of me. Biting my lips.
    “If you had wanted to walk out, you could have done so easily. If you want to walk out right now, you could do so just as easily. But you don’t. Why?” Strauss asked. He stood before me again, his leg touching mine.
    “I stay because I want to,” I confessed. It was the truth. I could think of nowhere else I would want to be.
    “Yesterday, you and I filled two needs that previously went unfulfilled. So quickly you fell into my rhythm.  Your eyes closed, heeding every demand of mine, you felt complete. As if when I was inside of you, nothing was missing. Your thoughts fell away and there was only the moment of us together,” Alex said. He paused as he leaned his face in close to mine. His hand wrapped around the back of my hair and his lips pressed against my cheek. My eyes closed and I could hear him breathing me in.
    He broke away and leaned against his desk, a few feet away from me. I opened my eyes and looked at him, trying to keep my face a blank canvass of no emotion.
    “Before the sex, you showed yourself to be courageous. You told the CEO of the corporation you worked for exactly how you felt. There was no shame to what you said. No fear in your words. I can see you are intelligent. Given the right opportunity, you could accomplish much. You can help me. The drive in you radiates from you. Your hunger to accomplish, to create, is so apparent it’s as though you wear it like a piece of clothing. It only took someone like me to look for it.”
    “Yet you want me also because I can be your whore?” I asked coldly.
    “Don’t reject your sexuality. This is not about buying sex. Your sexual need is infused with mine now. We are two sides of the same coin. Because we complete a duality of submission and dominance, it binds us in a powerful way. Harnessed in the right way, that makes for a powerful tool in this business,” Strauss said. He paused for a second before continuing, “You are always free to leave.”
    I looked down at the contract. Even the salary, so high that it defied belief, seemed to fade away in light of what Strauss had said. I looked up to see Strauss walk back to his desk and sit down. He had described something that I could only hint at. Something that felt right. My immediate assessment was that he wanted me as some sort of sexual servant, some call-girl in the building. But this man was rich beyond measure. He could have dozens if he so wanted. Yet he had articulated a bond between each other. Something formed yesterday. Here was the opportunity to explore that.
    “What if I don’t accept?” I challenged.
    “Then why are you still here?” Strauss asked.
    I reached for a pen that was