The CEO’s Secret Toy: 3

Monday Night Ultimatum💧💦🫦

“We’re not unlocking that balcony door.”

Dominic stood in the middle of my penthouse living room Monday night, arms crossed, staring at the glass wall like he could see the blackmailer through it. The city lights glittered behind him. I sat on the edge of the couch in a black silk robe and nothing else, legs crossed, trying to keep my voice steady.

“If we don’t, the files go out,” I said. “Board. Shareholders. My husband. Everything.”

“Then we make him come to us on our terms.” Dominic turned. “He wants a show. We give him one. But the second he steps onto that balcony, I end it.”

My phone sat on the coffee table, screen dark. The last message from the unknown number still burned in my head: 11 p.m. Door unlocked. Or the collection drops.

It was 10:47.

Dominic walked over, tugged the belt of my robe loose, and pushed the silk off my shoulders. It pooled around my hips. “Lie back. Legs open. We start early.”

I did what he said. The leather was cool against my bare back. Dominic dropped to his knees between my thighs, pushed them wider, and put his mouth on me without another word. His tongue worked slow and deliberate, circling my clit, then sliding lower, fucking into me. I gripped the edge of the couch and moaned, loud enough for anyone watching from across the street to hear.

He lifted his head just long enough to speak. “Keep your eyes on the glass. Let him see your face when you come.”

I stared at the dark building opposite. Somewhere behind one of those windows the man in the suit was watching. The thought should have frozen me. Instead it made my hips roll against Dominic’s mouth.

He sucked harder, two fingers pushing inside. The orgasm hit fast. I cried out, thighs shaking around his head. He kept going until I shoved at his shoulders, too sensitive.

Dominic stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and freed his cock. He didn’t ask. He just hooked my legs over his arms and thrust into me in one deep stroke. The couch creaked. I moaned again, louder.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Let him hear how much you need this cock. Let him watch me fill the Ice Queen while he sits in the dark like a fucking coward.”

He fucked me hard and steady, eyes locked on mine. Every time I tried to look away he turned my face back. “Watch the glass. He’s out there.”

I did. The reflection showed us clearly, me spread open, him buried deep, the city glowing behind us. The second orgasm built slower, heavier. When it broke I sobbed his name, clenching around him.

Dominic pulled out before he came. He stroked himself once, twice, and painted my stomach and breasts with thick ropes of cum. Then he rubbed it into my skin with his palm, marking me.

“Leave it,” he said. “He needs to see you covered in me when he gets here.”

10:58.

Dominic walked to the balcony door and unlocked it. The soft click made my stomach drop. He left it open a few inches and came back to the couch, sitting beside me like we were waiting for a dinner guest.

11:00.

Silence.

11:03.

Soft footsteps on the balcony tiles.

The door slid open wider.

A man in a dark suit stepped inside. Mid-forties. Expensive watch. Calm face. He looked at me first, robe open, cum drying on my skin, legs still parted, then at Dominic.

“Punctual,” he said. “I appreciate that.”

Dominic didn’t move. “You’re the suit who paid the kid.”

“Among other things.” The man closed the door behind him but didn’t lock it. “I have the backups on a drive in my pocket. One copy in a safe-deposit box. One with a lawyer who opens the envelope if I don’t check in every forty-eight hours. So don’t do anything stupid.”

I sat up slowly, pulling the robe closed. “What do you want?”

“Continued access.” He smiled without warmth. “You two keep performing. I keep the files private. Simple arrangement. The driver’s son already has the right attitude. You just need to stay cooperative, Mrs. Langford.”

Dominic stood. “You’re leaving. Now. Without the drive.”

The man tilted his head. “Or I send everything in the next sixty seconds from my phone. Your choice.”

My heart slammed. Dominic’s hands flexed at his sides.

I spoke before either of them could move. “Show me the drive first. Prove you have it.”

The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a small black USB. He held it up between two fingers. “Happy?”

Dominic moved faster than I expected. One step, a sharp twist of the man’s wrist, and the drive hit the floor. The man cursed and swung. Dominic blocked it, slammed him against the glass wall hard enough to rattle the panes, and pinned him there with a forearm across his throat.

“Phone,” Dominic said.

The man choked out a laugh. “Already scheduled. Kill me and it still sends.”

I scrambled for the USB, heart in my throat. Dominic kept the man pinned while I grabbed the phone from his pocket. The screen was locked. A timer sat at the top of a messaging app: 00:47 and counting down.

“Code,” Dominic snarled.

The man smiled through the pressure on his throat. “Guess.”

The timer hit 00:30.

I looked at Dominic. He looked at me.

Then the man’s phone buzzed with a new incoming message from a different number.

Unknown: He’s not the only one with copies. Step away from him or the files drop from a second source in ten seconds.

Dominic’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t move.

The original timer hit 00:15.

I stared at the glass wall, at the dark building across the street, at the reflection of the three of us.

Someone else was still watching.

And the countdown kept falling.