[F4M] Becoming a slutty secretary for the guy who defeated my dad ready to begin
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Business was a brutal field but I had worked incredibly hard to one day take over the business empire that my father had built from the ground up. I had sacrificed a normal childhood for my education and was more than ready to begin my career at the top of the company. It was my destiny.
But then it was all taken away from me. All of it. And by one man. I will never forget that day as long as I live. The day my father lost everything to Ethan Blake.
Ethan Blake. Even the name makes me feel ill now. Before that day I only knew him from whispers in the business world. A ruthless predator on the stock market. But my father assured me he was nothing. A shark that would soon be beached. He was wrong.
I watched the numbers on the screen climb, each digit a fresh wound. My father, a titan of industry for so long, sat motionless beside me. The air in the office grew thick, heavy with the metallic scent of fear. His once-steady hand, which had signed million-dollar deals without a flicker, now trembled where it rested on the polished mahogany of his desk. The silence was broken only by the frantic tapping of his advisor's keyboard, a futile attempt to plug the dam with a teacup.
"Dad?" My own voice was a stranger's, thin and reedy.
He didn't look at me. His eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were fixed on the red tide overwhelming the stock ticker. They were glassy, like a man watching his own life drain away. "It's over," he whispered, the words barely audible. "He... he broke us."
Then the call came. A direct line. An invitation for my father to meet the man who had just vaporized his fortune. My father, a man who had commanded rooms, who had never bent his knee to anyone, had to go. He had to face the architect of his ruin. I followed him, not into the lion's den, but to its perimeter, waiting in a sterile reception area while he disappeared behind heavy oak doors. An hour later, he emerged. He looked smaller, frailer, as Ethan Blake shook his hand with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. His company gone. His legacy erased. His pride, shattered into a million pieces.
But Ethan Blake wasn't just a man of business, he was the type of person who wasn't satisfied until every last inch of pride had been stripped away. The final blow came swiftly. My father, his face a mask of grey defeat, told me the terms of his surrender. He wouldn't just be jobless. He'd be blacklisted from the industry. His reputation, once sterling, would be systematically dismantled. Our family home, our assets, everything was going to belong to him. However for no other purpose than cruelty my father would be kept on in some minor, meaningless capacity with a trivial salary. It was a cage.
But the cruellest part was aimed squarely at me. The monster who had destroyed my father, who had ripped apart my future, demanded one more thing. A trophy.
He wanted me. As his personal secretary.
To everyone else, it might have seemed like a lifeline, a position within the new regime. But I knew what it was. The ultimate act of humiliation. I was to serve the man who had broken my father. To see him every day. To anticipate his needs. And not just the typical needs. Gone would be the business attire I had been trained to wear. No, the new dress code would be... different. Shorter skirts, tighter tops, higher heels. I was to be his eye candy, a constant, living reminder of his total victory. The message was clear: my intelligence, my training, my hard work meant nothing. My only value now was decorative
\*I hope you liked the introduction to this scene to which I am heavily looking forward to. I'd like it if Ethan Blake would essentially train my character sexually, claim her body to enjoy it, and break her in a way that makes her want to become his personal slutty secretary.\*
\*I would love things like brutally edging my character, keeping her horny at all times with a wireless vibrator for example, slitty dress codes, making her suck him off under the desk, bondage and also of course fucking her on the desk while calling her father over for an important business talk while he empties his load into his daughter. \*
\*I hope you understand the dynamic I want to see, where he takes her from a hostile, defiant daughter to a willing, depraved slut for his pleasure and of course rubbing it in her father's face. If you could please use explicit details throughout the brainstorming, planning and roleplaying I'd appreciate that a lot. Ideally im looking fir a slow burn corruption type of story with plenty of explicit detail.\*