The van ride to the corporate retreat was torture. My billionaire boss' knee pressed against mine, his eyes stripping me bare while I pretended not to notice how wet I already was.

At the cabin, the fire roared, the wine flowed, and the games turned dangerous. Truth or dare became truth or touch, and when he finally pulled me into the shadows, I didn't say no.

He took me hard, deep, claiming every inch like I was already his. Whispered filthy promises against my ear, how he'd fill me, breed me, make me swell with his future while the rest of the team got filthy around us.

I begged for it. Screamed as he made me his from the inside out.

Now I'm his, full, forever.