Chapter 3: Chapter 3

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<html><head></head><body>He rushed over and pinned me against the desk while everyone was out for lunch. "Damn it, do you have any idea how long I've been holding back?" He spoke while inhaling my scent. "You smell amazing. Let me find where this fragrance is coming from." "Mr. Roscente, you can't do this..." He gripped my chin, his eyes burning with desire. "Stop pretending. Isn't this what you wanted? To sleep your way to the top?" "Since your skin is so smooth, I might consider it." "But first, you need to please me." My eyes lit up at the mention of a promotion. "How... how should I please you?" He chuckled. "Tonight, I want you kneeling on the street, completely naked, begging for my attention." "And call me Master." I never expected Julian to have such tastes! Though it might get me promoted, the shame was overwhelming. As I hesitated, someone began unlocking the office door. Julian held me tightly by the waist, completely unbothered. "I don't mind if everyone finds out how you're climbing the ladder." He traced his fingers along my waist, tickling me. I squirmed and reluctantly agreed. But what was his real motive? Was he just using me to satisfy his twisted desires? How many other women had he done this to? That evening, a package arrived at my door. It was from Julian—a sheer outfit. He texted me: "Walking out naked is too plain. Wear this instead." But this outfit was practically invisible! It was even more humiliating. He seemed to read my mind and followed up: "Finish by midnight, or forget about the promotion!" I checked the time—11:30 PM. I rushed to change and headed out. The outfit was tight, digging into my skin. People stared as I passed. I covered my face and found a deserted street. Julian’s video call came through. He smiled on screen. "Louder! Beg me!" Shame washed over me. I bit my lip, fighting inner turmoil. "Hurry up!" His urging made my face burn. "Master... please, I beg for your favor." As I spoke, I noticed faces peering from nearby apartments. Julian laughed, satisfied. "Wait for me. I'm coming to get you." I rushed home, changed, and soaked in an ice bath to soothe my skin. Just as I finished, Julian arrived. His intense gaze locked onto me. I placed my hands on his shoulders, voice soft and pleading. "Mr. Roscente, can we go to your place?" His expression shifted. "My place? Aren’t you afraid? I have... interesting things there." I nodded eagerly. "I'm not scared." But he didn’t move. "Not yet. We’re not that familiar. I can’t take you home." "Tonight, we stay here." I resisted. "But... I’m on my period." He pulled a sizable object from his pocket. His eyes never left mine. "Don’t worry. I have this. It won’t hurt you." My God, he carried that with him? I stepped back, swallowing hard. "Mr. Roscente, I—" He yanked me into his arms before I could finish. I trembled, pleading for mercy. "Heh, and you said you wanted to go to my place? You can’t even handle this!" His command hissed in my ear: "Call me Master. Beg me to let you go." What a pervert! But I had no choice. "Master, please let me go. I’m begging you." He laughed, seeming even more aroused. </body></html>