Corporate Submission: Blake Breaks Him at the Office

Power looks good on her—but weakness looks even better on him.

Blake didn’t walk into the office. She arrived—sharp suit, sharp eyes, sharper attitude. People didn’t just notice her; they reacted to her, like their bodies recognized authority before their brains did.

Evan, the new hire with soft blue eyes and a crush he couldn’t hide, reacted the most.

He stumbled over words around her, flushed when she got close, and looked at her like she was the only person on the planet. Blake saw it all. And she waited.

He finally cracked in the break room. “You’re… intimidating,” he said.

She stepped in close. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” he whispered. “It’s… attractive.”

That was all she needed.

She hooked a finger in his tie and pulled him close. “Then follow me. Now.”

He obeyed instantly.

She dragged him into her office, shut the door, and pinned him against it. “You stare at me every day,” she murmured. “You blush when I speak. You want to be dominated, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes… Blake.”

She smiled like a predator. “Good boy.”

She lifted his wrists above his head, holding them with one hand as her thigh pressed between his legs. He trembled—pathetic and perfect.

“Look at you,” she whispered. “Falling apart just because I’m near you.”

His knees buckled when she leaned in, her voice dark honey. “I could ruin you before lunch.”

And she did.

Fifteen minutes later, Evan left her office shaking, red-faced, and barely standing.

Blake watched him stumble past her desk, hiding a smirk.

Making men weak was her favorite part of the job.