I Owned Him in My Office — And Relived It on Xvideos

He looked at me like I was untouchable. I proved him wrong. In my office, behind a locked door, he wasn’t my intern anymore—he was mine. And when I crave the memory, I relive it on Xvideos.

He Always Stared — Until I Let Him

James was fresh out of university. Smart. Polite. Eager to please. And completely unaware of the effect he had on me.

He wore those fitted dress shirts that clung to his chest, always loosened his tie by 4PM, and stole glances at my heels like they could step on his soul.

I caught him looking one afternoon, his cheeks flushing as I leaned over his desk.

“Close the blinds,” I said, voice low. “Now.”

He obeyed without question. Good boy.

I Made Him Kneel — And Beg

Inside my office, he stood nervously. I walked slowly to my chair, crossed my legs, and patted the floor in front of me.

“Down,” I whispered.

He dropped to his knees, eyes wide, lips parted.

“Take off my heels,” I commanded. He did. Gently. Worshipfully.

I slid my skirt up, revealing lacy black panties. His eyes darkened. His breath hitched.

“You’ve been fantasizing about this,” I said. “Haven’t you?”

He nodded.

“Then earn it.”

His mouth found its place between my thighs. Hesitant at first—then hungry. His tongue moved with devotion. I kept my fingers tangled in his hair, hips grinding softly into his face until I came with a gasp that echoed off the walls.

After, I straddled him on my desk, unzipped his pants, and rode him slowly—controlling every thrust, every moan, every desperate cry he tried to stifle.

“You don’t finish,” I warned, breathless. “Until I say so.”

I Found the Fantasy Again on Xvideos

The next day, I acted like nothing happened. He did too. But I knew he remembered—and so did I.

That night, I searched:
“Dominant female boss takes control of intern”

And there it was—on Xvideos.

A scene so close it felt written from my mind: She makes him kneel. She rides him on her desk. She whispers filthy praise as he moans like a good little boy.

I watched with a vibrator between my thighs—pressing harder each time she spoke, biting my lip as I remembered the taste of power, of control, of having him at my mercy.

I climaxed hard. Legs shaking. Fingers soaked. A smile on my lips that didn’t fade for hours.

Xvideos — My Archive of Power

Sometimes I crave love. Other times, I crave power. And when I need to feel it again—to see him helpless, hard, and begging—I go to Xvideos.

That scene lives forever in my secret playlist. A reminder that I can dominate without touching, control without speaking… and climax with just a click.

Because sometimes, the boss doesn’t need to ask.

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