ログインI crawled under the massive executive desk like the pathetic, obedient boy I was. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it in my ears. Talia parted her thighs wider, hiked her tight black pencil skirt up to her waist, and revealed her bare, glistening pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties. She had planned this.“Be quiet and useful, Leon,” she whispered down to me, voice perfectly calm. “Mommy has a very important meeting now.”The door opened. Multiple voices filled the room as several high-powered businessmen took their seats around the long glass conference table. Talia greeted them smoothly, every bit the ruthless CEO.I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against her warm, slick folds.The first long, slow lick made her inner thighs tense. I dragged my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up, tasting her sweetness. She was already soaked. I licked again, slower this time, savoring every inch of her. My tongue parted her lips gently, exploring her folds as I worshipped her
The door to the master bedroom opened with a soft click.I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, laptop open, face flushed and breathing uneven. Six hours had passed, but it felt like minutes. My cock was painfully hard, throbbing against the silk robe Talia had given me. I had watched every video she left me — men on their knees, worshipping, begging, edging themselves for their Mistress. I had taken mental notes like my life depended on it.Talia stepped inside, still in her elegant black dress from work. She looked powerful. Radiating. Her eyes immediately found me, and a slow, satisfied smile curved her lips.“Stand up, Leon,” she said softly.I obeyed instantly, legs shaky. The robe did nothing to hide how hard I was. The outline of my erection pressed obviously against the thin silk.Talia walked closer, circling me slowly like a predator examining her prey. Her fingers brushed over my shoulder, then down my chest.“Did you study well, sweet boy?” she asked, voice low and ve
I woke up to the feeling of soft silk sheets against my bruised skin. My body ached everywhere — ribs, face, back — but the bed was so comfortable it almost felt like a dream. Then I remembered. Talia. The powerful woman who had saved me from those thugs and brought me to her mansion. She had told me earlier, her voice calm and authoritative, “Rest now, Leon. I have somewhere to be. My butler will take care of you until I return.” Then she had left, her elegant figure disappearing through the doorway like a queen leaving her subject. I had fallen asleep almost immediately. Now, as my eyes slowly opened, I froze. Talia was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. She looked even more intimidating up close — late thirties, beautiful in a mature, commanding way. Her dark hair fell over one shoulder, and she was wearing a silk robe that clung to her full figure. I panicked. I tried to sit up too fast. Pain shot through my ribs and I gasped, but fear pushed me harder. I swung
My name is Leon, and everyone in this city knows me as the weak one.I walked quickly through the dimly lit streets, shoulders hunched against the cold night air, my worn backpack slung over one shoulder. Twenty-three years old, and I still felt like a boy who never grew up. No mother to soften the world for me. She left when I was four — ran off with some man who promised her a better life. All I had left of her was a blurry memory and the endless silence she left behind.My father never let me forget it.“You’re just like her,” he’d spit at me this evening before I left for my night shift at the warehouse. “Weak. Foolish. No spine. No balls. I don’t know why I bothered raising you.”His words still burned in my chest as I hurried along the cracked sidewalk. The city knew my story. The guys at the warehouse laughed behind my back. The neighbors whispered. Women my age avoided me like I carried bad luck. “Poor Leon,” they’d say. “No mother, and look how he turned out. So soft.”I ke
One week had passed since that unforgettable evening in Edward’s penthouse.We had become experts at avoidance.During the day, our interactions were strictly professional — short, polite exchanges about documents, schedules, and upcoming meetings. He was incredibly efficient, sharp-minded, and commanding. The entire company was already singing his praises. “Mr. Carson is a genius,” they whispered in the break rooms. “He handles deals like he was born for this.”I kept my head down and did my job perfectly. But every time our eyes accidentally met across a room, the air crackled. Every brush of fingers when passing files sent electricity racing through my body. I still remembered the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside me, the way he had made me fall apart against the glass window.I tried desperately not to think about it.On Thursday evening, just as I was preparing to leave, Edward called me into his office.“Miss Hargrove,” he said calmly, handing me a large elegant shoppin
The penthouse felt too quiet. Too intimate. The only sound was my own ragged breathing and the faint hum of the city far below the glass windows. Edward stood inches away from me, his presence overwhelming. My back was pressed against the cool glass, and every nerve in my body was screaming.“I… I should leave,” I whispered, even as my legs trembled. “This is wrong. You’re my boss. I’ve never done anything like this in a long time .”Edward’s eyes darkened. He placed one hand on the glass beside my head, caging me in without touching me. His other hand hovered near my waist, not quite making contact.“You keep saying that,” he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. “But your body is telling me something different, Evelyn. Your nipples are hard. Your thighs are pressed together so tightly. And I can smell how wet you are.”A humiliated whimper escaped my throat. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to run. But the ache between my legs had become unbearable.“Just this once,” I breathed, the w







