[FNS-193] Blur Removal: The Kneeling Submissive – New Employee Master. Female CEO’s Hidden Submission Unleashed in Blissful Servitude. Akari Tsugumi

I can’t believe I’m the one on my knees for this new hire. She walked in with that fake confidence, but I saw right through her. Now she’s got me in her office, her expensive heels clicking against the floor as she circles me. My suit is tight, my heart is pounding—she knows exactly what I need. “You’re mine now,” she whispers, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. She takes off her blazer, and I see the leather strap hidden underneath. This is what I’ve been craving: a powerful woman to put me in my place. Her hand grips my hair, yanking my head back, and I moan. The mosaic is gone—I see every detail of her sneer, her perfect lips, her eyes burning with dominance. She’s going to use me, and I’m going to love every second of it.

She orders me to crawl, and I obey without hesitation. My knees ache on the cold floor, but I don’t care. She leads me to her desk, bending over it, presenting herself like a queen. “Show me how much you want it,” she demands. I press my face against her, tasting her authority, her power. She groans, grinding back against me, and I know I’m doing something right. Her hand slaps my ass, and I yelp, but the pain only fuels my arousal. She turns around, grabbing my tie, pulling me up to meet her gaze. “You’re nothing but my toy,” she hisses, and I nod, desperate to please. She unzips my pants, her fingers cold and commanding, and I’m already hard, leaking for her. This is what I wanted—a female CEO who knows how to break me.

Later, she has me on the floor again, her legs wrapped around my head, using my mouth for her pleasure. I can barely breathe, but I don’t want to stop. She’s moaning my name, but it’s more like a command: “Take it, take it all.” I obey, licking and sucking until she shudders above me. Then she pushes me onto my back, straddling me, riding me like I’m just a tool for her satisfaction. Her breasts bounce in front of my face, and I reach for them, but she slaps my hands away. “You don’t touch unless I say so,” she growls. I’m lost in the rhythm, her dominance, her control. She climaxes with a scream, and I follow, spilling inside her. We collapse together, sweaty and spent. She looks at me with a smirk, and I know I’ll be on my knees again tomorrow.