Title: After Hours Sasha perched at the edge of her desk, crimson hair cascading over her shoulders like a fiery halo, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief as she glanced at her watch—8:47 PM. The office had emptied hours ago, save for her and Clara, her new secretary. Under the guise of discussing “urgent paperwork,” Sasha had delayed her dismissal, her pulse quickening at the thought of bending the poised, golden-haired woman to her will. Clara entered, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, uncertainty etched on her face. “You wanted to see me, Ms. Voss?” “Call me Sasha,” she purred, rising to circle her desk, her red pumps echoing her intention. “And yes, I’ve missed your… attention all day.” Clara’s cheeks flushed, but she held Sasha’s gaze, a silent challenge sparking between them. Sasha relished it. “Close the door,” Sasha commanded, her voice a velvet whip. The click of the lock sent a thrill through Sasha. She gestured to the leather chair before her desk. “Kneel.” Clara hesitated, then complied, the leather creaking under her. Sasha leaned against the desk, crossing her legs slowly, the movement deliberate. “You’re testing me, darling. Don’t forget who’s in charge.” A hint of a smile played on Clara’s lips. “Yes, ma’am.” Sasha’s hand found Clara’s chin, her grip firm yet tender. “You love this, don’t you? The power of obedience.” “Only when it’s your voice giving orders,” Clara whispered. The reply ignited Sasha. She unbuttoned her blazer, letting it pool at her feet, then guided Clara’s hands to her waist. “Undress me. Slowly.” Fingers trembling, Clara obeyed, tracing the curve of Sasha’s ribs, her nails scraping lightly before slipping beneath her silk blouse. Sasha arched into the touch, her breath hitching as she reclaimed Clara’s wrists. “Enough teasing,” she muttered, tugging Clara to standing. Against the window—where city lights blurred through the glass—Sasha pinned Clara, her mouth claiming hers in a kiss that blended dominance and desire. Clara moaned, molding to Sasha’s strength, their tongues dueling as the secretary’s nails dug into her back. When they finally stilled, breathless and sated, Sasha whispered, “Remember—secrets stay here.” Clara nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. “Until next time.” Business as usual, Sasha thought, smoothing her dress. But as Clara left, the lingering scent of desire between them promised tomorrow’s meeting would be anything but.