Captive Lust 1

CAPTIVE

LUST

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It was a rainy day, and everyone had left the company. I was the only one remaining--me and my boss. Mr. Victor Brown, the CEO of our company, was known for being the cruelest and meanest boss I'd ever seen. He ran the company with an iron fist and didn't tolerate any form of lateness or absenteeism, even if you were sick. If you dared to step out of line, you could consider yourself fired. Today, I had no choice but to work alongside him on our brand campaign. It was like hell, trying to do everything perfectly so he wouldn't throw a tantrum.

"Claire!" he yelled. "Come to my office."

I walked to his office, my legs trembling. "Come inside," he said with a cigar in his mouth.

"You can leave," he added.

"But sir, we're not yet done with the brand campaign plans," I protested.

"I said you should leave. Get out!" he barked, glaring at me.

I quickly packed up my things and headed to the elevator. As I stepped in, I saw two women in the other elevator heading toward his office. It wasn't my business.

"Oh shoot, I forgot my car keys," I muttered. I went back upstairs to get them and heard a noise. It was a female sound. As I walked toward the noise, my eyes widened at the scene in front of me. My boss was fucking two women--the same ones I had seen in the elevator. One of the women was bent over in a doggy position, getting fucked from behind, while the other lay beneath her, sucking her nipples. They were wild, moaning loudly as they switched turns riding and sucking his dick.

My boss noticed me staring and smirked. He lifted one of the women onto the table and thrust into her as she moaned, demanding him to go deeper. The other woman sucked his balls and played with her nipples. He kept looking at me, smiling as if he was enjoying my discomfort.

I ran out of there, horrified. They were like animals. My heart pounded as I grabbed my car keys and stormed off. Driving home, I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen. My boss's smirk kept flashing in my mind, and to my horror, it made me horny. My nipples hardened, and I felt wet between my legs. When I got home, I masturbated on my bed with my artificial dick until I passed out from exhaustion.

The next morning, I heard some gossip about my boss planning to hire a personal assistant. Everyone prayed it wouldn't be them. Later that day, he approached the front of the office. The room went silent as he said, "Everyone, listen up. I'm going to pick one of you to be my assistant. You'll work beside me and do everything I say."

The murmurs began again as people whispered prayers under their breath.

"Claire!" he yelled. "You'll be my personal assistant."

Everyone stared at me as my hands shook and my legs trembled. I reluctantly walked toward him. He grabbed me by the waist and said, "Claire is my new assistant. She'll be working next to me in my office."

The room erupted with congratulations, but I knew they were secretly relieved it wasn't them. Who would want to work for a cruel monster like him? I forced a smile and thanked him.

Leaning close, he whispered, "We're going to have some fun," then smiled.

This was a nightmare.

In his office, I noticed panties on the floor. They had to belong to one of the women from last night.

"This is your table," he said. "Why don't you sit down?"

"Wow, this feels comfortable and wonderful, boss," I replied nervously.

"Don't worry, Claire. I won't be harsh on you," he said, leaning close to my face.

"Thank you, sir," I stammered.

He handed me some files to work on and left the office. I sighed with relief and got to work, but the files were overwhelming. At some point, I fell asleep. A strange sound woke me up--it was a woman moaning. I turned to see one of my female colleagues getting fucked by my boss.

She leaned over the table as he thrust into her. "Ah, ah, give me more," she moaned, kissing him and rubbing her nipples.

"You've got a really nice pussy," he said, gripping her waist as he pounded her.

They were fucking right in front of me. My boss looked over and smiled. I grabbed my bag and tried to leave, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me close for a kiss. I pushed him away and ran out.

What the actual fuck was going on?

The next morning, I went to the office and spotted the same woman from yesterday. "Ugh, why do I have to witness this?" I muttered.

At my desk, I noticed a coffee cup.

"Good morning, Mrs. Claire," said a deep voice behind me. I turned around to see my boss.

"You must be sleepy. Were you up all night? Was something bothering you?" he asked with a sly grin.

Is he seriously acting like nothing happened?

"Everything is good, boss," I replied.

He leaned close, touching my shoulder. "I love an audience," he whispered, then walked away.

What the hell does that mean?

I shook my head and got back to work. Minutes later, I heard moaning. I turned to see him watching porn on his laptop.

"Sir, can you keep it down? I'm trying to work."

"Oh, sorry, Claire. I just love these videos, you know," he said casually.

How can he act like this?

I went to the restroom to cool off, splashed water on my face, and tried to calm down. When I returned, everyone was gone to watch the rally happening outside.

"Claire," my boss called.

I approached him hesitantly.

"Where were you going?"

"I wanted to watch the rally, sir."

"Just because I gave everyone permission doesn't mean I gave you permission," he snapped.

"Sorry, sir. I'll get back to work," I replied, defeated.

As I worked, I noticed him staring at me. Suddenly, he walked over and kissed me.

"Sir, what the hell are you doing?" I yelled.

"Just wanted to know what you taste like," he said.

"This is inappropriate! You can't do this!" I shouted.

He grabbed my hand. "Sorry," he said.

Did my boss just apologize?

"Let me make it up to you. Let's have dinner," he offered, handing me a card with the address of a restaurant.

I left the office feeling confused,I saw one of my colleagues and greeted her. "Hey, Claire, are you coming to watch the rally?" she asked.

"No," I replied. "I'm going home because I don't feel okay." I lied.

"Oh my goodness, Claire, you're right. You need rest. It's not easy working next to that mean man," she said.

"Thanks, dear."

"Hey, Claire," she called out again, "have some medicine and drink a lot of water."

"Thank you!" I yelled as I left.

I drove off to my house, made myself some tea, and sat down. "What an intense day," I thought. "It's like I've been so unlucky these days since that incident. And now my boss just asked me out for dinner. What is the universe doing to me?"

I eventually fell asleep but woke up in the night. "Oh shoot! I have a dinner to get to."

I dressed up, did my makeup, and grabbed the card with the location. When I arrived, my mouth fell open, stunned by how beautiful the place looked. It was like it was made out of gold. I headed inside and met one of the staff members.

I handed him the card.

"Oh, you must be Mr. Brown's guest. Let me lead you to him."

He didn't take me to the main area. Instead, he led me elsewhere--a quiet, chilled garden. There, I saw my boss standing, smoking a cigar. He turned around as the staff announced, "Sir, your guest has arrived."

Mr. Brown dismissed the man, then looked me up and down. "You look gorgeous, Miss Claire," he said as he approached me.

"You look good, boss," I replied.

"Oh, don't call me boss. Call me Brown. We're not in the office."

"My bad. Sorry, Mr. Brown."

He pulled out a chair for me to sit. "Thank you, Brown," I said with a smile.

He sat across from me and poured wine into my glass. I took a sip, and he started talking about the incident that happened at the office, apologizing for it.

"It's okay, Mr. Brown. You made a mistake. I'm not really bothered about it."

As we spoke, I couldn't help but notice how hot and cute he looked. This was the first time I was talking to him this closely. Our eyes met, and he seemed so different here. In the office, he's like another person. "Does he have a clone?" I chuckled at the thought.

"Miss Claire, Miss Claire," he called, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay? You seem lost."

"Oh, sorry! I was just thinking of something. Never mind," I said, sipping my wine again.

We chatted about a lot of things. I was surprised to learn my boss was into karate, loved animals, and always wanted to be a veterinarian but had to take over the company because of his father who died mysteriously,trying to find out who killed him.

Before I knew it, I got drunk--so drunk I could barely tell what was happening. My boss carried me to his car, laid me in the backseat, and spoke to one of the staff members through the window. I couldn't care less to listen.

He got into the car and drove off. We arrived at a massive, luxurious mansion. He stepped out, carried me from the backseat, and took me inside. He went straight to a room and laid me on the bed.

As I moved around, the buttons of my dress came undone, and my breasts were partially exposed. My boss stared for a moment, then came to cover me, but I stood up and kissed him.

"What the hell?" I pushed him back and apologized.

But he held my waist and pulled me in for another kiss.

He pinned me on the bed, undressed me, and kissed me all over my body. He unhooked my bra gently as he kissed me, raising my legs and kissing them. Slowly, he pulled off my panties and threw them aside before coming in between my legs. I could feel his dick throbbing--it was hard. He unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed me softly on the lips. I couldn't control myself as he grabbed my hand and pinned me onto the bed. He sucked my nipples--ahh, that's my sensitive spot--and gently nibbled them with his teeth.

His hand traced down to my pussy, and I felt myself getting wet. He began fingering me as he kissed me deeply on the mouth. I moaned loudly, unable to contain myself. As our lips locked, my breath grew hotter with every passing second. He removed his hand, raised my legs, and started eating my pussy. It felt so good I instinctively grabbed the bedsheets with my hands. He sucked and licked my pussy so intensely that I couldn't think straight.

When he finished, he looked up at me and said, "It's time to put it in. Are you okay with that?" I nodded, lost in pleasure. He put on a condom, kissed my nipples again, and whispered in my ear, "It won't hurt, okay? I'll take it easy." He looked into my eyes as he slowly slipped his dick inside me and started fucking me. Oh, it was a long night. We devoured each other like animals. He did everything to my body. We had sex all night, and it was so good I couldn't believe I was having this kind of night with my boss. Who would have imagined?

We both got exhausted and fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty, and went to get some water. As I wandered through the mansion, I came across a room filled with pictures. Curious, I went inside to take a look. My breath caught in my throat when I saw a family picture of my boss. He had a twin--what the hell? They looked exactly alike.

As I moved further into the room, I noticed a photo of my boss in school. It was the same school I had attended, and I realized we had been in the same class. Memories came rushing back--I remembered this boy. He was the one who was always bullied, and I had stood up for him. Wait a minute... my boss was that little guy who was bullied?

I ventured into another room, and my heart nearly stopped. My pictures--my photos--were everywhere on the walls. I was stunned and terrified. What was this? Why were my pictures in his room? Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me.

"Claire, are you okay? You don't look so good," he said.

I turned around, masking my fear with a forced smile. "Everything is okay. I just wanted some water," I replied.

He told me to go back to my room, and he would bring me some water. Moments later, he brought the water, and I drank it, muttering a quick "Thanks." Lying back down, I whispered to myself, I have to leave here early tomorrow morning.

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The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, waking me up. For a brief moment, I forgot where I was until the events of the previous night hit me. The passionate night. The pictures in his room. My boss's twin.

I needed to leave.

Slipping out of bed quietly, I found my clothes scattered across the floor. Dressing hastily, I tiptoed down the long hallway, hoping to avoid Victor. As I reached the main door, I heard his deep voice behind me.

"Claire, leaving so soon?"

I froze, turning slowly to face him. He stood there shirtless, his toned chest on display, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was messy, and his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

"I, uh... I have work," I stammered.

"Don't lie to me," he said, walking closer. "You're running away, aren't you?"

My heart pounded as he cornered me by the door. His fingers brushed my cheek, and he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

"You saw the pictures, didn't you?" he asked, his voice calm but with an edge of danger.

I nodded, unable to speak.

He sighed and stepped back. "I'm not going to hurt you, Claire. I just... couldn't resist documenting you. You're special to me."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed my hand and led me back to the room where the pictures were.

"I've been watching you since you started working for me," he confessed. "At first, it was because you reminded me of someone from my past. Then, I realized you were that person--the girl who stood up for me when no one else did. You don't know how much that meant to me."

His words took me by surprise. Could he really have been so affected by something I barely remembered?

"But... this? All these pictures? It's too much," I said, gesturing at the walls.

"I know it seems obsessive," he admitted. "But I've always been drawn to you. Watching you made me realize something was missing in my life--someone who truly cared. You're the only one who sees me as more than just the cruel CEO."

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, soft yet demanding. His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer. Despite my hesitation, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us.

He picked me up effortlessly, carrying me back to his bedroom. Laying me on the bed, he whispered, "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

He undressed me slowly, taking his time to kiss every inch of my skin. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he explored my body with his lips and hands.

"You're so beautiful, Claire," he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck.

His mouth found my breasts, sucking and nibbling on my nipples until I moaned with pleasure. His fingers teased my wetness, sliding inside me as his tongue worked its magic.

I arched my back, gripping the sheets as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

"Victor," I gasped, unable to contain myself.

He moved between my legs, his tongue flicking and sucking in ways that made me lose all sense of reality. When he finally slid inside me, it was slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine.

"You feel incredible," he groaned, thrusting deeper.

The intensity of our connection was overwhelming. He moved faster, his hands gripping my waist as he drove us both to the edge. We climaxed together, our bodies trembling with the force of it.

As we lay there catching our breath, he kissed my forehead and held me close.

But my mind was racing. I couldn't ignore the lingering questions. Why did he have so many pictures of me? And what about his twin?

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The following week, Victor seemed even more attentive at work, often calling me into his office for tasks that didn't seem urgent. Every time we were alone, the tension between us was palpable.

One day, as I was organizing files, the door to his office burst open. A man stepped in--Victor's twin.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" the man said, his voice eerily similar to Victor's but with a playful edge.

"Alex," Victor said curtly. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see the woman who has you so smitten," Alex replied, eyeing me with a smirk. "And I can see why."

"Stop," Victor warned, stepping between us.

But Alex didn't back down. "You didn't tell her, did you? About the family... and the business?"

My stomach tightened. "What is he talking about, Victor?"

Victor sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Claire, there's something you need to know. My family... we're not just in the corporate world. We're also involved in... less legal ventures."

I stared at him, my mind reeling. "What kind of ventures?"

"Let's just say our company is a front for other operations," Alex interjected. "And Victor here is trying to protect you from that."

I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me.

"You lied to me," I said, backing away.

"Claire, listen," Victor pleaded. "I didn't want you to get involved. That's why I kept it from you."

But Alex wasn't done. "Oh, come on, Victor. She's already involved. Why do you think she was chosen as your assistant? It wasn't just luck."

"What?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alex smiled. "You've always been part of the plan, Claire. You just didn't know it."

Victor punched Alex, sending him stumbling back. "Shut up!"

"Victor, is this true?" I demanded.

Victor looked at me, his expression filled with guilt. "I can explain--"

I didn't wait to hear more. Grabbing my bag, I ran out of the office, ignoring Victor's calls behind me.

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That night, I couldn't sleep. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and betrayal. Who was Victor, really? And why was I part of their "plan"?

As I lay in bed, there was a knock at my door.

"Claire, it's me," Victor's voice came through.

I hesitated, then opened the door.

"I need to explain," he said, stepping inside.

"Then start talking," I said, crossing my arms.

Victor sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed. "My family is involved in organized crime. It's something I've been trying to distance myself from, but it's not that simple. When I met you, I saw a chance to have something real, away from all of that."

"But Alex said I was part of some plan," I said.

Victor shook his head. "That's Alex trying to mess with you. He's always been jealous of me."

"Why should I believe you?" I asked.

"Because I care about you, Claire," he said, taking my hand. "I'll do whatever it takes to prove it."

He leaned in, his lips brushing mine. Despite everything, I found myself kissing him back, the passion between us reigniting.

As the night wore on, he made love to me again, his touch soft yet urgent, as if he was afraid of losing me.

But deep down, I knew this wasn't over.

Something told me Alex wasn't going to let this go.

The next morning, I was trying to figure out everything that had been happening. I got dressed and left for work. As I arrived, I noticed Victor standing outside. He seemed to be waiting for someone. Curious, I walked towards him. As I got closer, he turned around and looked at me. Without saying a word, he pulled me into a hug.

"I need to receive some fresh air," he said softly, holding my hand. "Don't worry about dinner tonight. We have work today, but you don't have to stress yourself." His words were both comforting and puzzling.

Later that day, while working, I saw Victor enter a room nearby. I stopped and peered through the glass because something about his behavior seemed unusual. He looked tense, as though something was bothering him.

When I finally left work and returned home, Victor was already there, standing in front of the door. His eyes were filled with worry. "What happened today? Are you okay?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.