With a shaky breath, the inventor slowly sank to her knees, her legs trembling beneath her as she knelt in front of Morgan, her eyes downcast, her entire body tense with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Morgan’s lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile, and for the first time, there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes. This was new territory—territory she hadn’t expected. She was used to being in control, used to enforcing discipline. But now, here was the inventor, offering herself up, trembling and submissive, wanting to please her.
The inventor obeyed instantly, her tongue moving faster now, more insistent, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as she tried to keep up with the rhythm Morgan demanded. Her hands gripped Morgan’s thighs, her fingers digging into the soft skin as she worked, her body trembling with both exertion and the overwhelming need to please.
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After an intense gala, the inventor invites Morgan back to her office under the pretense of an inspection, but the encounter quickly turns into a test of obedience and desire. As the power dynamic shifts, the inventor finds herself offering everything to please Morgan, but it’s still not enough.
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The inventor’s tongue flicked out, tentative at first, barely grazing Morgan’s clit, her breath shaky and uneven as she tried to follow the command she had been given. But Morgan wasn’t interested in hesitation. “Don’t tease,” Morgan said sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Do it properly. Now.” The inventor swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as she obeyed, her tongue pressing more firmly against Morgan’s clit, her movements slow and deliberate, just as she had been instructed. She could feel the tension in the air, the weight of Morgan’s expectations, and the pressure to get it right—to be good, to follow the rules exactly as they had been laid out for her. Morgan’s body remained still, her breath steady and controlled as she watched the inventor work, her gloved fingers resting lightly at her sides. There was no visible sign of pleasure, no outward reaction that suggested Morgan was affected by what was happening. But the inventor knew better. She could feel it, in the way Morgan’s muscles tensed ever so slightly beneath her touch, in the way her breath hitched for just a fraction of a second before returning to its measured pace.
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In her desperate attempt to please Morgan, the inventor discovers that submission comes with heavy expectations—and the promise of more.
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