Chapter 3: Office Discipline

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alexander’s penthouse office. Emma sat on the edge of the leather couch in a tight black dress he’d chosen for her—short, low-cut, and completely inappropriate for a normal workday. No panties. He’d made that clear before they left the mansion.

She crossed her legs, trying to ignore the lingering ache between her thighs from last night’s relentless fucking. Her pussy was still sore, still leaking traces of his cum even after she’d showered.

Alexander sat behind his massive desk, barking orders into his phone while his sharp grey eyes kept flicking to her. “Cancel the afternoon meetings. I have a personal appointment at lunch.”

He hung up and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

Emma stood, heart racing. She walked around the desk, stopping in front of him. He spun his chair toward her and pulled her between his spread thighs.

“Lift the dress,” he commanded.

She hesitated, glancing at the closed door. “What if someone walks in?”

“They’ll see exactly who owns this cunt.” His hand shot up, gripping her chin hard. “Lift it. Now.”

Emma obeyed, bunching the fabric around her waist. Her bare pussy was exposed to the cool office air. Alexander ran two fingers along her slit, smirking when he found her already wet.

“Always ready for me. Such a good little contract whore.”

He unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. It stood proud, veins pulsing. “Sit on it. Ride me while I work.”

Emma straddled him, lowering herself slowly onto his massive length. The stretch made her whimper as he filled her completely, bottoming out deep inside her tight heat.

“Fuck…” she breathed, gripping his shoulders.

Alexander grabbed her hips and forced her to move, bouncing her on his cock while he scrolled through emails with his other hand. Each downward thrust made her moan softly. Her breasts bounced in the tight dress, nipples hard and visible.

“Faster,” he growled. “Fuck yourself on my dick like you mean it.”

Emma rocked her hips, grinding her clit against him with every motion. The risk of his assistant knocking on the door made it filthier. She was getting close, pussy clenching around him, when he suddenly lifted her off and bent her over the desk.

Papers scattered as he slammed into her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other spanking her ass red.

“You don’t come until I say so,” he snarled, pounding her mercilessly. The desk creaked under the force of his thrusts. “This pussy is mine to use whenever I want.”

“Alexander—please—” Emma moaned, pushing back against him. Her fiery temper flared even as pleasure overwhelmed her. “You’re such an arrogant bastard.”

He laughed and spanked her harder, then reached around to torture her swollen clit. “Come then, you fiery little slut. Come all over the cock that owns you.”

She exploded, biting her lip to muffle her scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her walls squeezed him like a vice. Alexander followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding her with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside her, catching his breath, then pulled out slowly. Cum dripped down her thighs onto the expensive carpet.

“Clean my cock,” he ordered, pushing her to her knees.

Emma obeyed, taking his spent length into her mouth, tasting their mixed juices. She sucked him clean while he stroked her hair almost gently.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Tonight at the charity gala, you’ll wear the red dress I picked. No panties again. And if you behave… I might let you come more than twice.”

Emma looked up at him, lips shiny, a mix of defiance and dark desire in her eyes. The contract was only days old, but she was already changing. How much more of herself would this ruthless man take?