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Iele Solomonari's rank was just high enough that she didn't have a single cubicle, but a full on private office. Board members were a special breed of Evil in the company, allowing her access to a lofty suite complete with a marble desk, a bar, bathroom, and a vanity. It wasn't anything executive level, which Iele was quick to assure through gritted teeth, though it worked as a special place for her special routines and special assignments and, above all, special guests. Renee Minkowski-ex-commander made office servant made dress up doll-had plenty of time to take in the interior design rich with velvety colors and wide tinted windows overlooking malicious looking topiaries as she was sat down in a chair in front of the vanity, her hair being treated to long and careful strokes with Iele's brush. "You have such a lovely color. Are you sure you're a natural redhead?"
"I was last time I checked."
"Hm, but I wonder how you'd look as a brunette..."
"I sure as hell don't."
Iele laughed, "Come on, Minkowski! Be a little open minded."
In all honesty, this was vastly better pampering than Renee could ever imagine from a spa. Sure, spa employees weren't allowed to have sex with their clients or give passive aggressive threats about eating them, but being Iele's personal assistant did have some perks. Renee's nails had never looked better and she now had a bathroom sink chock full of pricey lotions, soaps, and shampoos. Renee hadn't worn makeup in years but Iele knew all the right products to complement Renee's freckly skin and wide, dark eyes.
And her wardrobe had gotten a substantial upgrade. Renee had a formal gown here and there though Iele insisted it simply wouldn't do, ordering an array of jewelry, skintight skirts, blazers, and stockings shipped from countries with labels not yet translated to English. These were perks, yes, but not ones that distanced Renee any further from her skin crawling guilt and daily embarrassment.
Iele gripped Renee by the chin, raising her gaze so they could lock eyes. There was something simply inhuman about Iele, but her eyes were especially eerie. They were just too clear, as if her irises were two pools of clear liquid. "You're being quiet again. You know I don't like being ignored."
Renee resisted the urge to roll her eyes at this statement and replied tersely, "Sorry about that, ma'am."
Iele nodded. "You like being my little doll, right?"
"Yes ma'am,"
"You like when I take care of you? You like when I give you all this attention?"
"Yes ma'am,"
Iele smiled wide across her face, her lips peeling back to reveal a set of teeth more reminiscent of daggers. Iele leaned down to kiss Renee on her neck and the ex-commander had to resit the urge the jerk away in fear of her throat being torn out. Iele spoke against the skin there, lips brushing a little too closely against a vein, "You're my pretty little thing. All I want is for you to feel special."
Renee knew what was coming next and spread her legs, letting Iele's fingers find their way under her skirt and into her panties. Iele's fingertips danced along Renee's pubic hair for a minute, relishing every moment her pet would shiver with fear and excitement. She eventually began to run her fingers along Renee's clit, slowly massaging it.
"You should see how jealous everyone is that you're mine," Iele said. "They all wish they were you."
"I wouldn't say that," Renee said, eliciting a low chuckle from Iele.
"No need to be so humble, dear. You're special and I recognize that."
My husband recognizes that too, Renee wanted to say, but she bit her tongue. She rather not think about her husband now, about how the two of them just didn't talk anymore, about how they both knew how disgusting her "job" was. How having sex only arose memories of being this monster's private lover, and how her skin would crawl whenever she remembered how much she was growing to enjoy it.
Iele continued to finger Renee and she clung on to Iele's arms out of habit. Renee's breaths became low and uneven, her knees buckling but still permitting full access to her wet pussy. "Dear God,"
"No God here, only Evil," Iele corrected, kissing Renee quickly on the lips. "But you're free to address me as your goddess if you'd like."
Not in a lifetime, Renee nearly parted her lips to speak this aloud, but, once again, let the insult settle inside of a special archive in her brain. Iele's other hand found its way under Renee's blouse, fingers teasing along the skin of her belly until fully cupping her right breast.
"I bet no one's ever touched you as well as I have," Iele said. "You should feel so lucky to have me as your owner."
"It's not the word I would use," Renee murmured, knowing fully well that the woman heard her. Iele squeezed Renee's breast, knowing that Renee would yelp and become rigid in her seat. Renee was still clinging onto Iele's sleeves, wondering that if she angled it just right she could headbutt Iele straight into the forehead and escape. But she wouldn't do it. She couldn't. Renee knew fully well how desperate and pathetic she looked-how desperate and pathetic she truly was.
She wanted this and she didn't even have the decency to admit it. She wanted Iele to ride her again, to leave a bigger hickey on her neck to replace the one currently fading away from her her shoulder blade. She knew Iele could be so much more aggressive than this. She knew Iele had toys and role playing outfits and loved to bite and pull hair and make Renee scream about being a rotten little whore who was so fucking wet and horny to be treated like someones little bitch...
"You are so excited," Iele said, an index finger resting against Renee's erect nipple. "Do you want me to fuck you, Mrs. Minkowski? Again?"
Yes! Yes, more than anything! Yes!
Renee instead pursed her lips and nodded, letting Iele calmly escort her to the bed and sit the ex-commander down on the edge. Renee didn't have to be asked to remove her clothing or to spread her legs, head resting on one of many pillows as Iele undressed. Stripped was more appropriate a term as the woman treated the removal of her garments as a show of some sort. Off went the form fitting sweater with the plunging neckline, off went the leather miniskirt with a shimmy of her wide hips, off when the stockings and garter concealing tanned and strong legs. Iele shook her hair out from her bun, golden-brown locks falling past her shoulders and curling around her plump breasts.
Iele straddled Renee, their wet cunts finally making that sweet friction, and Iele didn't hesitate to start grinding-hard. Iele bit into her lip as she did this, sweat forming on her perfectly trimmed brows. Her hands pressed down on Renee's waist, putting her full weight onto the woman's body as her grinding became more aggressive. Renee moaned, head leaning back into the pillows. It was normally at this point that she would avert her eyes to the ceiling, imagine she was someplace else and not give Iele the satisfaction of an orgasm. She wouldn't think about the cascading hair or bouncing breasts or that wonderful-"Fuck, oh my God."-feeling of Iele rubbing up against her over and over...But Iele had already blocked her vision with her own, a satisfied smile stretching up red lips. Iele's long hair dangled along Renee's face, brushing against the ex-commander's nose and eyelashes. Renee had no choice but to stare now, watching as Iele looked down at her with perverse satisfaction.
"You should see your face right now," Iele said. "You like having your pretty pink cunt fucked by me, don't you? Dirty little harlot, cheating on her loving husband with me."
Renee knew she shouldn't have arched her back and gasped at this and she shouldn't have been fucking back at Iele's pussy this intensely. Renee shouldn't have been doing any of these things but here she was and the feeling of guilt in her gut was being consumed by heat. Renee was going to come and it was going to be as awful yet blissful as every other time.
Iele spoke into Renee's ear. "The next time you make love to your husband, you'll think of me. You'll always be thinking of me."
A long tongue darted against Renee's neck and Iele shuddered. "Fuck, you taste good."
Do it, Renee thought. Eat me. I dare you.
Renee toyed with the idea of Iele just killing her right then, rip her throat out and prying off her skin. Renee would at least die with one last climax, she would go out in heat and bliss and pain and regret. "I should fuck you with a cock next time. Then you can pretend it's your hubby pounding you this good..."
"You fucking-Ah! Oh my gosh!" There it was, that sick, sinful orgasm neither of them deserved. Iele finished shortly after, a soft "yes" escaping her lips.
"Everyone should see how pretty you look right now, honey. Afterglow is the best skincare in my book."
"Shut up,"
Iele laughed, getting off of Renee and giving her a condescending pat on the head. "You're cute when you try to rebel...Oh my!"
"What?" Iele grabbed Renee's left hand, her thumb running over a chipped piece of maroon nail polish.
"I ruined your manicure," she said, clicking her tongue as she shook her head. "I guess we'll have to redo this one. I'm thinking we paint it gold this time. That'll really stand out."
Iele escorted Renee out of bed and to the bathroom, Renee trying not to make it too obvious that she had yet to regain her footing. She tried not to look at herself in the mirror, not wanting to see the sweat slicked skin and messy hair clinging to her face and how Iele's body seemed to radiate with energy. Iele was literally glowing and she could feel the heat warming her hand. Renee was instructed to get into the bathtub while Iele turned the faucet, warm water running and filling it up until it reached Renee's torso.
The water felt a bit too hot on Renee's sensitive skin and she instinctively flinched when Iele's bare hand covered in soap ran along her shoulder. "Relax, I'm just giving you a bath."
"I can bathe myself."
"But I want to know how you feel about this bubble bath I just got you," Iele said, gesturing towards her hand dripping with a sweet smelling pink fluid. "I picked it up this morning and thought it was the perfect scent for your skin."
Iele grabbed the bottle Renee just noticed was sitting on the side of the tub and poured more into her hand. "I'll get you nice and clean and then I'll give you a mani-pedi while you're drying off. I'll let you choose what color you want for your toes."
Iele gently rubbed more of the soap into Renee's skin, working it up into a nice lather.
"Don't you have anyone else you could do this with?" Renee said.
"Hailey is just so much older now," Iele replied, her voice getting low. "She's not a little girl anymore. Even my youngest daughter is going to college in just a few days. Ever since, things have been a little lonely."
"Did you ever paint their nails?"
Iele nodded. "Yes, it was our favorite way to bond. I loved helping them realize just how beautiful they were."
She smiled and there was something remarkably kind about it. There was something earnest and motherly about the look Iele was giving Renee now. Renee would say it was loving if she thought a monster in human skin was capable of love.