That night, I stand outside his luxurious master suite, heart pounding. I’m wearing the tightest uniform. My n*****s are stiff peaks. My p***y is slick with anticipation and fear.
I knock softly.
“Enter.”
Mr. Langford is sitting in a large velvet armchair wearing only a silk robe, legs spread. The outline of his thick c**k is already visible. He looks every bit the powerful man who owns everything — including me.
I close the door and immediately drop to my knees in front of him, looking up with wide, innocent eyes. My voice shakes with nervous desire.
“Sir… I want to thank you for protecting me. Please… command me. Use me however you want. I’m ready to serve you completely.”
Mr. Langford’s jaw tightens. Raw hunger burns in his gaze. He reaches down and strokes my cheek tenderly.
“Su
