The city was alive with the hustle and bustle of nine-to-fivers rushing to and fro, their minds occupied with the day's tasks. Amidst the sea of bodies, one woman stood out. She was dressed in a sharp suit, her heels clicking against the pavement as she strode down the sidewalk, checking her phone and barking orders into her bluetooth headset. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her piercing blue eyes missed nothing. She was a woman used to being in control, used to getting what she wanted.
As she walked, her eyes scanned the crowd, taking in everything. And that's when she saw him. A young boy, no more than 12 or 13, crawling on the ground with a broken leg. He noticed her and started to crawl away in fear. But it was too late. The businesswoman's heart raced as she watched him scurry away, a strange, powerful arousal washing over her. She couldn't explain it, but she felt drawn to the boy, like a moth to a flame.
Without a second thought, she quickened her pace and caught up to the boy, dangling him by his uninjured leg. He whimpered and struggled in her grip, but she didn't let go. "You're going to be my servant, boy," she growled, her eyes flashing with desire. "Or I'll eat you alive."
The boy's cries of pain and fear only served to heighten the businesswoman's arousal. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by this small, helpless creature. "Please, let me go," the boy pleaded, his voice shaking. But the businesswoman only tightened her grip.
She carried him to a nearby alley, out of sight of the busy street. Once there, she set him down and watched as he curled up in a ball, sobbing. The businesswoman couldn't resist the urge any longer. She reached down and started to touch herself, moaning softly as she thought about the power she held over this boy.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You're mine now, boy. And there's nothing you can do about it." The businesswoman continued to touch herself, her pleasure building as she watched the boy cry and tremble. She had never felt anything like this before, this overwhelming sense of power and control.
After what felt like an eternity, the businesswoman finally reached her climax. She sighed contentedly and stood up, adjusting her suit. She looked down at the boy, who was still sobbing and shaking. "Clean yourself up and meet me back at my office," she said coldly. "You're going to start earning your keep."
The businesswoman walked away, leaving the boy alone in the alley. She couldn't wait to see what he was capable of. As she walked back to her office, the businesswoman couldn't help but smile to herself. This was going to be an interesting arrangement, to say the least.
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