Under His Spell

**Chapter 1: The Bitter Brew**

Sarah stormed into the office, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, a storm of frustration brewing in her chest. She was a force to be reckoned with—tall, confident, with piercing green eyes that could cut through any bullshit. As the lead marketing strategist at Zenith Corp, she’d clawed her way up with sheer grit, and she wasn’t about to let anyone, especially not her sleazy boss, Derrick, undermine her. Derrick, with his smug grin and cheap cologne, had been a thorn in her side since day one. He leered at her in meetings, made snide comments about her ‘attitude,’ and took credit for her ideas. She loathed him.

“Morning, Sarah,” Derrick drawled from behind his desk as she passed by his glass-walled office. His voice was like oil, slick and grating. “Got that report ready for me? Or are you too busy being... difficult?”

Sarah stopped dead, pivoting on her heel to face him. “It’s on your desk, Derrick. Maybe if you spent less time staring at my ass and more time reading, you’d know that.” Her tone was razor-sharp, her smirk daring him to push further.

Derrick chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his eyes glinting with something dark. “Oh, Sarah, always so feisty. I like that. Keeps things... interesting.” He stood, adjusting his tie, and sauntered over to the coffee machine in the break room. “Why don’t you grab a cup with me? Let’s talk strategy.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “I’d rather drink battery acid, thanks.” But she followed him anyway, if only to keep an eye on the snake. She wasn’t about to let him think he’d rattled her. As she poured herself a coffee, black and bitter just like her mood, Derrick lingered too close, his presence suffocating.

“You know, Sarah,” he said, his voice low, almost a purr, “you could make things so much easier on yourself if you just... played nice.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small vial of something clear and odorless. With a flick of his wrist, he tipped it into her mug while her back was turned, stirring it in with a casual smirk.

Sarah turned, catching his gaze, but not the act. “Nice? With you? I’d rather chew glass.” She took a long sip of her coffee, grimacing at the taste but chalking it up to the cheap office blend. Derrick’s smile widened, predatory.

“Give it time, sweetheart,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You’ll see things my way soon enough.”

Sarah felt a strange warmth spreading through her, starting at her chest and creeping down her limbs. Her sharp tongue faltered, her usual fire dimming as her mind grew hazy. “What... what did you just say?” Her voice was softer now, almost curious, despite herself.

Derrick’s grin was triumphant. “I said, follow me to my office. Now.” His tone shifted, commanding, and to her horror, Sarah’s feet moved before her brain could catch up. She wanted to scream, to tell him to fuck off, but her body betrayed her, trailing behind him like a puppet on strings.

Inside his office, he shut the door, the click of the lock echoing in her ears. “Sit,” he ordered, and she did, her thighs pressing together as a foreign heat pooled between them. She glared at him, her mind still fighting, but her body was no longer hers.

“What the hell did you do to me, Derrick?” she spat, her voice trembling with rage even as her hands stayed obediently in her lap.

He leaned against his desk, crossing his arms, his gaze raking over her like she was a prize. “Just a little something to make you more... cooperative. Don’t worry, Sarah. You’ll enjoy this. I know I will.” He stepped closer, his fingers brushing her jaw, and she flinched—but didn’t pull away. She couldn’t.

“You’re a disgusting piece of shit,” she hissed, her green eyes blazing even as her body hummed with an unwanted need. “I’ll make you pay for this.”

“Oh, I’m counting on that fire,” Derrick whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “But right now, you’re going to do exactly what I say. Stand up. Strip.”

Her heart pounded, fury and humiliation warring with the compulsion that gripped her. Slowly, against every shred of her will, Sarah stood, her fingers trembling as they reached for the buttons of her blouse. The fabric parted, revealing the lace of her bra, and Derrick’s eyes darkened with lust. “That’s it,” he growled. “Keep going.”

Her skirt hit the floor next, leaving her in nothing but lingerie, her skin prickling under his gaze. Inside, she was screaming, but outwardly, her body was his to command. The heat between her thighs grew, her pussy aching despite her hatred, wet and betraying her further with every passing second. Derrick’s smirk was unbearable as he stepped closer, his hand sliding down her hip.

“You’re dripping for me already, aren’t you?” he taunted, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. “I knew you’d be a horny little thing under all that attitude.”

Sarah’s jaw clenched, her voice a venomous whisper. “I will end you for this.” But her threat was undercut by the way her hips shifted toward his touch, her body panting for more even as her mind recoiled.

Derrick laughed, low and dark, his other hand gripping her chin to force her gaze to his. “We’ll see about that. For now, let’s see how hard I can make you beg.” His fingers slipped beneath the lace, teasing her, and her breath hitched, a mix of rage and unwilling desire. She was sweating now, caught in a battle she couldn’t win—not yet. But as his touch deepened, promising an explosive release she didn’t want to crave, Sarah vowed one thing: she’d find a way to break this spell, and when she did, Derrick would regret ever crossing her.