Mag-log inThe day dragged like torture.Every step reminded me of him. Adrian’s cum had dried sticky on my inner thighs, and without panties, I felt exposed, open, constantly aware of the cool office air brushing against my bare, swollen cunt.I caught him watching me through the frosted glass more than once. Each time our eyes met, heat flooded my pussy and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.By 7:30 p.m., the floor was nearly empty. Only the low hum of the building’s systems and the distant sound of rain against the windows remained. I was finishing the last file of reports.“Ms. Morgan. My office. Now.”His voice was pure command.I smoothed my skirt and walked in without knocking.Adrian was standing behind his desk, jacket gone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened.“Lock it,” he ordered.I turned the deadbolt. “Skirt up.
The black silk dress clung to my body like a second skin. It was the one Adrian had sent to my apartment that afternoon… strapless, high-slit, and so short I had to be careful how I walked. Underneath, I wore nothing but the small steel plug he’d given me the night before.His driver picked me up at seven. When the elevator opened directly into his penthouse, Adrian was waiting. He looked devastating in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing those strong forearms. His eyes dragged over me slowly, possessively.“Turn around,” he ordered.I did. He lifted the hem of my dress and pressed two fingers against the base of the plug. A low groan rumbled in his chest when he felt it still seated inside me.“Good girl. Keep it in through dinner.”He led me to a private dining area. A long table was set for two beneath a canopy of string lights. The food was already waiting.Every ti
Adrian carried me inside from the pool, both of us dripping, his cum still leaking from my stretched, tender ass. The penthouse was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He set me down on the massive bed in his bedroom and towered over me, eyes dark with fresh hunger. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin, and the scent of sex still clung to both of us. My thighs trembled from the intensity of what we had just done in the water, and yet the moment his hands touched me again, my body responded instantly, already aching for more of him.“On your stomach. Ass up.”I was tired, but my body surprisingly obeyed before my brain caught up. I rolled over, pushed my knees beneath me, and presented my dripping holes to him. The cool air kissed my soaked pussy and freshly fucked asshole. I heard the wet sound of him stroking his cock behind me.He didn’t make me wait. He sl
The first time I saw him, I thought he was a ghost, or a statue. Something not quite human. It was my first day, and I was standing in the lobby of Carson Technologies, clutching my new employee folder like a life preserver. The building was all glass, reflecting morning light. I’d gotten the job through a combination of sheer luck, a perfectly faked confidence during the panel interview, and, I suspected, the fact that my predecessor had lasted only six weeks. The HR director, a kind-faced, quiet woman named Brenda, had given me the talk. “Mr. Carson is… particular,” she’d said, choosing her words with care. “He expects perfection. He sees everything. He has a zero-tolerance policy for errors, for lateness, for… well, for anything less than absolute excellence. Your job is to make his world run smoothly. Do not try to be his friend. Do not offer opinions unless asked. Be flawless.
His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping past my lips with a possessive growl that vibrated deep in his chest and straight into my pussy. The taste of him took away the last of my restraint. My hands, which had been frozen at my sides, flew up to fist in his shirt. I didn’t just kiss him back, I devoured him, meeting his hunger with a desperate, answering fire I hadn’t known I possessed. A low, guttural sound escaped him. His hands left my face, one sliding down to grip the back of my thigh, hauling me up and into him until I was on my toes. “Fuck, Lily,” he breathed against my mouth, the curse a raw, reverent prayer. “The things I’ve wanted to do to you.” He walked me backward, his mouth never leaving mine, our breaths mingling in hot gasps. The edge of his desk hit the backs of my thighs. With a single, powerful sweep of his arm, he cleared its surface. H
I woke up in my own bed, but my body still felt branded. Every muscle ached in the sweetest, filthiest way. When I moved, a dull, delicious throb pulsed between my legs, a reminder of how completely he’d used me on that desk. I pressed my thighs together and moaned softly at the soreness, the wet ache still lingering even after I’d showered twice. I was late. Again. By the time I reached the 40th floor, my stomach was a knot of dread and anticipation. The night before felt like a fever dream… his cock stretching me open, the sound of my own desperate cries, the way he fucked me senseless. I half-expected him to pretend it never happened. The heavy door was closed. I knocked once. “Come in.” His voice was the same… low, cool, controlled. My heart sank even as my pulse jumped. I pushed the
I stood there frozen on the sidewalk as my heart started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.Lucas was looking straight at me with that same intense, knowing smirk he had on his face the night we met. The grocery store bags that were in my hands suddenly felt heavy, and my thighs instinct
I woke up slowly, my body heavy and amazingly sore.The first thing I noticed was how warm the sheets were and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sex. My thighs were sticky, my pussy still tender and my clit swollen. As the memories started flooding back, my face flushed hot.We hadn’t stopp
I never wanted to come to this party.The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and the air smelled like cheap alcohol mixed with too much perfume. My best friend had dragged me here, promising it would help me “get over” my recent breakup. But all I wanted was to just go home, curl up in bed,
The weeks that followed became a dangerous, addictive rhythm that consumed me completely.During the day, I remained Nina Brooks… the calm, efficient personal assistant who brought Mr Daniel his black coffee, organized his demanding schedule, and smiled politely when others were around. No one in t







