I'm Lady Viktoria Wolf, and my Alpha is on the run with the money and the copied cell phone.

I am Lady Viktoria Wolf, and my Alpha is out with the money and the cloned cell phone. Finally, I’m alone with my new businessman, who’s still tied to the chair. His resignation makes him the perfect plaything for my whims.

I begin to work on his nipples, pinching them hard and watching his body twitch under the unexpected stimulation. Then I pick up the riding crop. Every stroke on his bare skin leaves a red mark, a visible sign of my dominance. His breathing quickens, but he doesn’t scream—he’s learned that resistance is futile.

Then I clamp his puny cock in a heavy wooden clamp. His face contorts in pain, but I’m not done yet. I hang a good amount of weight on it until his little shaft bends downward under the load. There’s nothing important to snap there, I think to myself as I revel in his suffering.

At that very moment, the door opens and the Alpha returns. He takes in the scene before him: the once-powerful businessman, tormented and humiliated, his body a plaything in my hands. With a quiet nod, I give the slave permission to slink away from his ordeal.

But the ordeal isn’t over yet. I give him a specific date for his next appearance, so he knows that this is only the beginning of his new existence as my slave. His old life is over, and now he belongs to me—completely and without any ifs or buts.