Elias’ Possession

The Price Of Ambition

I stared at the text on my phone for what felt like an eternity.

“I’m sorry. I’m stronger than this. I’m ready to prove it to you.”

My finger hovered over the send button. Doubt gripped me like a vice. What was I even doing? This wasn’t me. This wasn’t how I imagined getting a job—trading pieces of myself for a paycheck. But what choice did I have? Mom was in a coma, and Leah was drowning in the weight of everything. If I didn’t act, they’d both sink.

With a shaky breath, I hit send and shut my eyes, guilt and shame swirling in my chest. The glow of the screen faded as I locked my phone and let my head fall back against the seat. I don’t know when sleep overtook me, but I woke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the windshield and the honking of cars nearby.

The first thing I did was grab my phone. No reply. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to keep moving. After freshening up in a nearby gas station restroom, I drove to a small café down the street. I needed coffee and a clear head.

Settling into a booth in the corner, I pulled out my laptop and began scrolling through job listings. Most of the positions were either beyond my qualifications or paid next to nothing. My shoulders slumped as despair started to creep back in.

“Hi,” a voice interrupted. I looked up to see a man standing by my table, his smile warm but confident. “I’m Kareem.”

“Zahra,” I replied, shaking his outstretched hand.

“New in town?” he asked, sliding into the seat across from me without invitation.

“Yeah. How’d you know?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You have the look,” he said with a grin. “Lost, unsure, a little hopeful.”

“You must be the town’s best mind reader, then,” I joked, and he chuckled.

“I just saw you sitting here and thought I’d say hello. So, what brings you to Lumina?”

I hesitated before answering. “I came for an interview, but I missed it. I’m heading back today.”

“That’s rough. What company?”

“Hives Basketball,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual.

His face lit up. “No way! I work there. Not to brag, but I’m on the board.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “What position were you interviewing for?”

“Admin assistant,” I admitted, my voice tinged with embarrassment.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Well, I hope you get it. You seem capable.”

At that moment, my phone buzzed on the table. My heart leapt as I saw the notification: “Same place. Same time.”

I swallowed hard, dread and determination mixing uneasily in my gut. Kareem stood, giving me an encouraging smile. “Good luck, Zahra. I hope to see you around.”

By 8 PM, I found myself sitting at table seven in the Estrella Doran restaurant. This time, Elias wasn’t there. I reread the text to make sure I hadn’t misunderstood: “Same place. Same time.”

Realization hit me like a slap. The penthouse.

I hurried to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. My heart hammered as the doors opened, revealing the now-familiar opulence of Elias’s penthouse. It was silent, almost eerily so, as I stepped inside. The door to the room was ajar, and I hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.

Elias sat in the corner, shirtless, his sculpted chest gleaming under the dim light. A whip dangled from his hand, and his gaze was fixed on me, sharp and assessing. He exuded control, his mere presence sending a shiver down my spine.

“Shoes off,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

I hesitated for only a moment before slipping off my flats, my hands trembling slightly.

“Jacket off,” he said next.

I shrugged off my jacket, revealing the dress I’d chosen—a simple black number with a V-neckline that hinted at my cleavage. At the sight, Elias let out a low hiss, his eyes darkening.

“My mom is badly ill, and I NEED a job,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of desperation and defiance. “Please, nothing else.”

Elias tilted his head slightly, considering me. “Do as I say,” he replied coldly. “The job is yours.”

He gestured to the bed. “Take a seat.”

My legs felt like jelly as I moved to the edge of the bed, perching awkwardly. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze, but the tension in the room was suffocating.

“Dress. Off,” he said.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. When I didn’t move, his voice sharpened. “Now.”

Swallowing my pride, I stood and slipped the dress off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. I stood there in my matching black underwear, my arms instinctively crossing over my stomach.

Elias’s smirk grew. “Nice,” he said, his voice dripping with approval. “Now, grab that.”

He pointed to the table where a sleek black dildo lay. My stomach churned as I picked it up, my hand trembling.

“Play with it like it’s mine,” he instructed, his tone low and deliberate.

I bit my lip, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts, each one screaming at me to leave. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I began stroking the toy with my hands, mimicking the motions he demanded, my movements hesitant and mechanical.

“Use your lips,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

I hesitated, but his piercing gaze left no room for refusal. Slowly, I brought the toy to my lips, running my tongue along its length. The act was humiliating, but I forced myself to continue, knowing what was at stake.

Elias watched me intently, his own hand moving to adjust the growing bulge in his trousers. “Take your pants off and please yourself,” he said, his voice husky.

I froze, my eyes snapping to his. “Did I stutter?” he asked, his tone laced with irritation.

Tears pricked at my eyes as I slid my underwear off, positioning the toy against myself. I moved it slowly, tentatively, each motion a blow to my pride. The room filled with the sound of my soft moans, each one more forced than the last.

“Harder,” Elias commanded.

I obeyed, increasing the pace, the shame clawing at me with every movement. Elias hissed in satisfaction, his hand stroking himself as he watched me.

Moments later, Elias stood abruptly, his expression unreadable. “Get dressed. Resume by 9 AM tomorrow. Don’t be late this time.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the room. My knees buckled as I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face.

What had I done? And how much more would I have to give up before this was over?