MadisonThe walk to the conference room felt like a mile. Each step reminded me of my naked state beneath my skirt. The clicking of my heels against the marble floor matched my thundering heartbeat. We entered the conference room, where board members and executives sat waiting. Their eyes followed us as Alexander strode to his place at the head of the table. I slid into my seat, hyper-aware of the fabric of my skirt against my bare skin. The cool leather of the chair made me suppress a small gasp. Alexander's eyes flickered to me, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. Brad, our head of sales, started his presentation. Numbers and graphs flashed across the screen as he detailed our performance across different sectors. I focused on taking notes, determined to maintain my professional composure despite the constant reminder of my missing underwear. "Our hotel division saw a 15% increase in revenue," Brad continued, clicking through his slides. "The new property in Miami exceeded e
MadisonI reached for them, but he yanked them away at the last second. His other hand caught my wrist, pulling me against his chest. "Tell me how it feels," he murmured against my ear. "Sitting there, exposed, knowing I'm the only one who knows." The fabric of my skirt brushed against my bare skin as I shifted. "It's distracting." "Just distracting?" His fingers traced up my thigh, hiking up my skirt. "Not exciting? Not making you wet?" I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as heat pooled between my legs. "It's complicated." "Did you finger yourself during the meeting?" His voice was low and seductive as he slipped his fingers higher. "No." I tried to keep my voice steady, but his touch made it difficult. He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment and slid the panties back into his pocket. "I expected more from you. I thought you'd be wet and touching yourself under the table." "I couldn't," I whispered, feeling shame and defiance. "Everyone was watching." "That's the poi
MadisonI shifted in my seat, trying to focus on the passing buildings instead of Alexander's presence beside me. The usual bustling streets of Manhattan gave way to quieter roads, trees replacing skyscrapers. "This doesn't look like the way to that Italian restaurant," I noted, recognizing we'd ventured into a more secluded area. His lips curved into that knowing smirk. "Observant as always, Ms. Harper." The car slowed, turning onto a private drive sheltered by tall oaks. He parked in a spot hidden from the main road, killing the engine. "Mr. Knight, I thought we were getting lunch." I crossed my legs, aware of his gaze following the movement. "Oh, we are." He unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to face me. "But first, I want to sample something else that looks delicious." Heat crept up my neck. "Here? Someone could see us." "That's what tinted windows are for." His hand slid along my thigh. "Now be a good girl and climb into the back seat." My heart raced as I considered his com
MadisonHe pinched my nipples lightly, making me squirm. "You like the thought of sliding down onto my cock, taking every inch of me deep inside your tight little pussy." His words were crude, but they turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my body ready and eager for him. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What?" He gripped my hips, grinding me down onto him. "Tell me what you want, Madison. I want to hear you say it." I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. He spanked my ass, a reminder of his dominance. "Say it," he commanded. "I want you to fuck me," I breathed, the words rushing out of me. "I want you to fuck my tight little pussy with your cock." A satisfied smirk spread across his face. "Good girl," he praised, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair. He pulled my head back, forcing me to look at him. "But I'm not just going to fuck you. I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to make you come so hard you'
AlexanderThe persistent buzz from my pocket interrupted my enjoyment of Madison's warmth around my cock. I pulled out my phone, noticing my father's name flashing on the screen. The missed call notification glared at me, demanding attention. I dialed back, keeping Madison firmly in place on my lap. Her pussy clenched around me as I spoke. "Yes, Father." "Alexander, where are you? The whole family gathered for lunch. Your grandparents are asking for you." My thoughts drifted to the complex web of relationships—my father, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins forming the core of my true family. Then there were the add-ons: my stepmother and her insufferable children. The mere thought of them soured my mood. "I'm in the middle of something important." Madison squirmed on my lap, trying to lift herself off. I gripped her hips harder, holding her in place. "Can't step away right now." "We haven't seen you in weeks, son. Everyone's waiting. Be here in twenty minutes." "Twenty mi
Alexander"Alexander!" My aunt Patricia waved enthusiastically. "Come sit by us!" I made my way around the table, nodding to various family members. Uncle James and his wife Susan, cousin Michael with his new girlfriend, Grandmother Eleanor looking regal as ever, Grandfather William pretending to study the menu he'd memorized years ago. My stepbrother Henry slouched in his chair, probably nursing a hangover. "You're late," Father stated as I took my seat. "Traffic." I signaled the waiter for a scotch. "Scarlett, what an unexpected surprise." She smiled sweetly. "Georgia invited me. Hope you don't mind." "Of course not," Madelyn chimed in. "Scarlett's practically family." I caught Georgia's smirk behind her water glass. This wasn't a coincidence - they were up to something. "How's business, son?" Father asked, cutting through the tension. "Business is strong as ever. The merger-" "Always business, always money!" Grandfather William dropped his menu with a dramatic flourish. "W
AlexanderI settled back into my chair, catching Scarlett's predatory smile. Her foot traced up my leg again under the table. "The tiramisu for everyone," Grandfather announced to the waiter. "And bring my grandson a double portion." "Really, I don't-" "Hush," Grandmother interrupted. "You're too thin. A growing boy needs sustenance." "I'm thirty-two," I muttered, but the tiramisu appeared before further protests could be made. Scarlett leaned forward, giving me another calculated view of her cleavage as she "accidentally" dropped her napkin. "Could you get that for me?" I ignored her, focusing on my dessert while Uncle James launched into another story about his golf game. Scarlett's foot continued its journey up my leg, but I shifted away, trapping her ankle between my feet. Her eyes widened at being caught. "More coffee?" the waiter asked. "Please," I said, releasing Scarlett's foot with a warning squeeze. Her cheeks flushed - whether from embarrassment or arousal, I didn't
MadisonI walked toward the restaurant entrance, my legs still trembling from our intense encounter in the car. The feel of Alexander's cock stretching me, filling me so perfectly, lingered with every step. My pussy throbbed, reminding me how thoroughly he'd fucked me. The sound of his car pulling away made me pause. Some "girlfriend" I turned out to be - getting fucked in his car then dropped off alone while he rushed to lunch with his family. Not that I cared. This wasn't a real relationship. Just a business arrangement with incredible sex benefits. I smoothed my skirt, wincing at the delicious soreness between my legs. My panties felt damp against my skin - the ones he'd made me beg to have back after stealing them earlier. Bastard probably got off on that power play. The way he'd commanded me to ride him, his hands gripping my hips as I bounced on his thick cock... Fuck. My nipples hardened at the memory of his mouth on them, how he'd made me come so hard I saw stars. "Focus,"
MadisonAlexander came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. "Look at you," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "So fucking beautiful." His fingers found my nipples again, pinching and rolling them until I was squirming against him. One hand traveled down my stomach to my pussy, finding me still wet and sensitive. "Already ready for more," he observed, satisfaction evident in his voice. "Such a greedy little cunt." "Please," I whispered, pushing back against him. "I need you inside me again." He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward, filling me completely once more. I gasped, my forehead falling forward to rest against the glass. The contrast of the cool window against my overheated skin made me shiver. "Look out," Alexander commanded, his hands gripping my hips. "Look at the city while I fuck you." I forced my eyes open, taking in the sprawling view of Manhattan below us: office buildings, streets filled with tiny cars, and people
MadisonHis tongue found my clit, circling it with maddening precision while his fingers pumped in and out. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly in my core. "That's it," he encouraged as I rocked back against his face. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it." I moaned shamelessly, past caring how I looked or sounded. All that mattered was the coiling tension in my belly and the skilled ministrations of his tongue and fingers. He added a third finger, the stretch burning slightly before giving way to pleasure. His other hand reached around to pinch my nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. "Fuck!" I gasped, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. "You gonna come on my tongue?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "Come for me, Madison. Let me taste it." His fingers curled inside me, hitting my g-spot perfectly while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit. The combination was too much. I came with a cry, my pussy
MadisonI moaned as he worked his fingers faster, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The wall was cold against my back, perfectly contrasting the heat building between my legs. "Someone could walk in," I whispered, clutching his shoulders. "Door's locked. And besides," he nipped at my earlobe, "the risk makes it hotter, doesn't it? Knowing the entire office is just outside while I finger-fuck you against my wall?" My inner walls clenched around his fingers at his words. Damn him for knowing exactly what to say. "Look at you," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "So fucking responsive. Your nipples are hard already, and I haven't even touched your tits." As if to remedy that oversight, his free hand moved to my blouse, deftly undoing the buttons before pushing my bra up. The cool air hit my exposed breasts, making my nipples tighten further. "Perfect," he murmured, lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching off the wall as he sucked har
MadisonThe elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the executive floor. The office was quieter than usual, probably because I'd arrived earlier than normal. After yesterday's chaos, I wanted to get a head start on the day. I set my purse down at my desk and glanced toward Alexander's office. I could see him already at his desk, focused on his computer screen. Of course, he'd beaten me here. The man probably never slept. I smoothed down my pencil skirt, took a deep breath, and walked to his door, knocking lightly before entering. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," I said, trying to sound professional despite the memories of our kiss in his car last night. Alexander looked up, his eyes immediately traveling from my face down to my heels and back up again in a quick assessment that somehow made me feel both appreciated and undressed at the same time. "Madison," he replied, his voice low and rich. "Sleep well?" "Yes, thank you." I walked further into his office. "How long have you be
MadisonWhen I woke the next morning, sunlight streamed through my curtains. I felt more rested than I had in days. I stretched, my muscles protesting slightly after yesterday's tension. After another quick shower to fully wake myself up, I headed to the kitchen. I whipped up some scrambled eggs with spinach and toast, humming to myself as I worked. I was halfway through my breakfast when my phone buzzed with a text. Hazel's name flashed on the screen, and I swiped to read her message. Hazel: OMG GUESS WHO'S A FINANCIAL GENIUS NOW??? ME!!! I frowned at my phone, confused. Another message popped up before I could reply. Hazel: I bought Knight Industries stock yesterday morning when all that drama hit! Then, I sold some shares at close. I made a $340 profit in ONE DAY!!! My fork clattered against my plate. What the hell? Hazel had never shown any interest in the stock market before. I quickly typed back. Me: Since when have you been playing the stock market??? Hazel: Since I rea
MadisonI leaned against the wall in Alexander's office, watching him take the last of his calls for the day. The Bloomberg interview had gone even better than the first, and the Fox Business segment had been nearly perfect. Alexander had been calm, articulate, and confident enough to reassure investors without seeming arrogant. "That's correct," he said into the phone, his voice steady. "Knight Industries welcomes any regulatory review. Our books are open, our practices are transparent, and these allegations are baseless." He paused, listening. "Yes, I understand. Thank you for your support." He hung up and ran a hand through his hair, looking tired but satisfied. "Good news?" I asked. "The market's closed, and we ended down only four percent. Some of our other stocks performed better, some worse, but overall..." He shrugged. "It could have been much worse." "That's a relief," I said, feeling the tension that had been coiled in my shoulders all day finally start to loosen. Alex
MadisonI watched Alexander wrap up the CNBC interview with practiced ease. His final words—delivered with unwavering confidence—seemed to resonate with the interviewer, who nodded appreciatively. "And there you have it," the host concluded. "Alexander Knight, CEO of Knight Industries, addressing the allegations head-on. We'll continue to follow this developing story throughout the trading day." The red light on the camera blinked off, and Alexander loosened his posture slightly. "How'd I do?" he asked, turning to me as a technician removed his microphone. "Perfect," I replied honestly. "Confident without seeming defensive. The bit about welcoming regulatory scrutiny was particularly effective." He nodded, checking his phone. "The market's been open for twenty minutes. We're down fourteen percent—better than expected." The PR director approached with a tablet. "Mr. Knight, excellent job. We've already got requests from Bloomberg and Fox Business for follow-ups this afternoon."
Madison"Then we'll buy back shares at a discount," Alexander replied smoothly. "Our cash reserves are more than adequate, and it would be an excellent use of capital." This answer seemed to satisfy most of the room, and I noticed several approving nods. "Now," Alexander continued, "I have a series of media appearances scheduled to begin shortly. The best thing all of you can do is project confidence. Call your contacts. Reassure your networks. The worst thing for Knight Industries right now would be for our own leadership to appear panicked." The meeting continued for another thirty minutes, with the executive team outlining specific recovery strategies. I noticed that despite the crisis, most people in the room seemed to be backing Alexander. Even those who had initially expressed anger or concern were now nodding along with his plan. As the meeting wrapped up, board members began filing out, many stopping to speak briefly with Alexander. I stayed close, making note of any c
MadisonThe ride to Knight Industries was tense but quick. Alexander drove with focused precision, occasionally checking his phone at red lights. We arrived at 7:45 AM, pulling into his reserved parking spot. "Take notes on everything. We'll need a complete record of this meeting," Alexander instructed as we entered the building. "Of course, Mr. Knight." The executive floor was buzzing with activity despite the early hours. Staff members hurried about with determined expressions, and I could feel the tension in the air. The usual morning chatter was replaced with hushed, urgent conversations and the constant ringing of phones. Alexander strode ahead of me toward the main boardroom, his presence commanding immediate attention from everyone we passed. I followed closely behind, tablet in hand, ready for what promised to be an intense meeting. "The board members are already arriving," I informed him, checking my watch. "Most of the major shareholders have confirmed attendance as wel