Chapter 17: The Battlefield in the Conference Room

 

After the beautiful and passionate night of worship, the invisible bond that tied Lalisa and the Alphas together seemed to have grown even tighter and stronger. Lalisa was no longer just a possessed Omega, but had become the center of the universe, a worshipped goddess, and the most important inspiration driving their fashion brand project.

The success of the first collection they launched had exceeded all expectations. It created a buzz and was widely talked about in the fashion industry, leading to a major business opportunity: a joint venture with a giant national investment firm.

That morning, the atmosphere in the penthouse was filled with a different kind of tension and seriousness. The four of them were in formal and formidable business suits, ready for the important meeting that would determine the future of their brand.

Kieran was in a tailored dark grey suit that accentuated her tall, powerful figure. Her grey eyes were sharp and full of determination.

Seren chose to wear a modern and energetic dark blue suit that reflected her confident and energetic personality.

Kline looked elegant in a gentle but sharp beige suit, like an artist ready to present her masterpiece.

And Lalisa… as one of the co-founders and the face of the brand, she was in a clean white skirt suit that looked polite but also held a hidden allure. Her jet-black hair was neatly tied up in a low bun, revealing her graceful neck and flawless face.

Although they looked like a perfect and formidable executive team on the outside, under the table in the luxurious limousine heading towards the skyscraper in the city center where the investment firm was located, a silent and passionate battlefield had begun once again.

It started with Kieran's hand, which was initially placed politely on her lap, but then her fingertips slowly moved up Lalisa's thigh, slowly and deliberately. The heavy and steady pressure she applied through the fabric of the pencil skirt made Lalisa shudder all over.

She turned to look at Kieran reproachfully, but was met with her impassive and cold gaze, staring straight ahead as if nothing was happening. It was a defiant and clear display of power, showing that no matter how serious the situation, she was still the one in control of this game.

At the same time, Seren’s foot from across the aisle slowly slipped under her skirt. The tip of her high-heeled shoe traced along Lalisa’s calf, slowly and tantalizingly, creating a tingling sensation that made her instinctively squeeze her legs together.

And Kline, who was sitting next to her, was not idle. Her gentle hand reached out and held Lalisa's hand, which was resting on her lap, tightly. Her thumb stroked the back of Lalisa's hand lightly. It was a touch that seemed to be comforting, but was actually a bondage that prevented her from moving her hand.

Lalisa was under attack from all directions again, but this time it was different. It was being possessed in the closed and cramped space of a moving car, heading towards the most important meeting of their lives.

The tension from the external situation and the heat from the internal touches mixed together, making Lalisa’s heart pound as if it would leap out of her chest. Her body began to respond to the arousal quickly. Her lower parts became shamefully moist, and her breathing became shallow.

When the car arrived and stopped in front of the towering skyscraper, all the touches stopped abruptly, as if on cue. They returned to the mode of formidable executives again as if nothing had happened, leaving Lalisa to struggle to control her trembling body and ragged breathing before getting out of the car.

The conference room they were led to was on the top floor of the building. It was a large glass room with a 360-degree view of the city. The atmosphere in the room was full of pressure and formality. The board of directors of the investment firm, most of whom were older male Alphas, were already waiting with impassive and unreadable faces.

The project presentation went smoothly. Kieran did an excellent job as the main presenter. Her solid data and sharp vision greatly impressed the board. Seren and Kline also provided support information fluently and professionally.

While everyone was concentrating on the presentation, the battlefield under the conference table began again quietly.

This time it was Seren who started the game. She pretended to bend down to pick up a pen that had fallen under the table, but she actually used that opportunity to quickly and deliberately drag her fingertips across Lalisa’s ankle.

Lalisa flinched and nearly made a sound. Fortunately, she managed to bite her lip in time.

Then Kline's foot joined in. It slowly slid up her leg, slowly and torturously, before stopping at the inner thigh, the most sensitive spot.

And the most wicked of all was Kieran's hand next to her. It slowly moved from the armrest of the chair to her thigh again, but this time her fingertips didn't stop there. They slowly slipped under the hem of her skirt, slowly and invasively.

Lalisa felt like she was about to die right there. She had to try her best to maintain an impassive and professional face, while a huge storm of desire raged inside her.

Kieran’s hot fingertips touched the edge of her lace underwear before slowly slipping inside to touch the soft, moist flesh completely.

“Ugh…” Lalisa inadvertently held her breath. Her body tensed up instantly.

“Ms. Lalisa… what is your opinion on our target market?” one of the board members turned to ask her out of the blue.

The question pulled Lalisa out of her reverie of desire completely. She felt as if she had been doused with cold water. Her once-blank mind struggled to process the question and find the most suitable answer.

As she was about to open her mouth to answer, Kieran's fingertips inside her began to move in and out in a slow but steady rhythm. It was the cruelest and most challenging act ever.

Lalisa bit her lip until it bled, trying her best to gather all her focus and concentration to answer the question.

“I… I think… our target audience… ugh… should be expanded to the younger generation who… who value… individuality… and… and… aah…”

A shameful moan escaped her throat at last. Although it was faint, it was loud enough for everyone in the quiet conference room to hear clearly.

Everyone turned to look at her in surprise.

“I’m sorry… I… I’m not feeling well,” Lalisa quickly made an excuse, her voice trembling. Her face was so red it was about to explode.

Kline quickly came to the rescue. “Liz has been working hard for many days, she must be exhausted,” she said, stroking Lalisa’s back lightly, a gesture of both comfort and a reaffirmation of control.

It seemed the board believed the excuse. They nodded in understanding and turned their attention back to the presentation.

But for Lalisa, it was the most humiliating defeat. She could no longer control herself.

Kieran continued to torment her relentlessly. The rhythm of her fingers grew faster and more intense, making Lalisa’s body tremble all over.

Finally, as the meeting was about to end with a preliminary agreement that was heading in a good direction, Kieran gave her the torturous release.

Her fingertips ground on the hardened nub of her clitoris, heavily and continuously, until Lalisa’s body convulsed with the most violent spasms. The wave of pleasure that had been suppressed for so long exploded silently but overwhelmingly, making her whole world spin for a moment.

She buried her face on the conference table, pretending to have a severe headache.

The battlefield in the conference room had ended with a complete victory for the Alphas. Not only had they succeeded in the business negotiations, but they had also succeeded in reaffirming their power and possession over their Omega decisively.

And on that day, Lalisa learned another most important lesson… that no matter how much she tried to challenge or resist, she would always be defeated by the fire of desire they had ignited… and perhaps, defeat was sweeter than victory.