Mag-log inChapter 3 – Claimed I told myself I wouldn’t stay late again. I lasted until 7:40. The floor was already emptying when I finally closed the last spreadsheet and leaned back in my chair. Most of the desks around me were dark. The cleaning crew wouldn’t come through for another hour. I should have packed my bag and gone home like a responsible adult who hadn’t spent the last two days replaying the feel of her intern’s fingers inside her. Instead I sat there, staring at nothing, until I heard the soft knock on the doorframe. Dave stood there without coffee this time “You’re still here,” he said. “So are you.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He walked around the desk until he was standing in front of me, close enough that I had to tip my head back. “I’ve been thinking about the other night,” he said. “About how you sounded when you came on my fingers. About how wet you got when I talked about breeding you.” Heat crawled up my neck. “Dave—” “Tell m
Instead I whispered, “I don’t want you to stop.” That was all it took. His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been starving for it. The kiss was nothing like the careful, testing ones I had sometimes imagined. It was deep and hungry and a little desperate, his tongue sliding against mine, his hand sliding into my hair to tilt my head the way he wanted. I made a soft, helpless sound against his mouth and felt him groan in answer. He pressed closer, the hard line of his body pinning me against the desk, and I could feel how hard he already was through his slacks. My hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, pulling him in tighter. When he nipped my lower lip I gasped, and he used the opening to kiss me even deeper. One of his hands left my hair and slid down my side, over the curve of my waist, until it reached the hem of my skirt. He paused there for half a second, giving me one last chance to stop him. When I only arched closer, he pushed the fabric up my thigh
Chapter 2 – Crossing the Line The office was completely empty by the time the clock on my monitor hit 9:17. I had stayed later than I meant to again. The rest of the floor had gone dark hours ago, the only light coming from my desk lamp and the soft blue glow of the two screens still open in front of me. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows the city looked distant and quiet, a scatter of lights against the black. I heard his footsteps before I saw him. Dave appeared in the doorway holding two paper cups, the same way he had on so many other nights. His tie was loosened. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. He looked tired in a way that somehow made him more handsome, the usual careful intern polish softened by the late hour. “Still here,” he said. “Yeah.” I accepted the coffee he held out. Our fingers brushed. The contact lasted a second longer than it needed to. “You didn’t have to stay.” “I wanted to.” He stepped fully into the office and let the door drift almost close
Chapter 1 – Late Nights The first time he stayed late, I almost sent him home. It was past eight and the floor had emptied out hours ago. Most of the lights were off except for the ones over my desk and the soft glow coming from the intern bay. I was still buried in the quarterly projections when I heard the quiet knock on my open door. “Ms. Calder?” I looked up. Dave stood there holding two paper cups, looking a little unsure of himself in his slightly too big button down. He's Twenty three. Fresh out of college. “You didn’t have to stay,” I said. “I know. But you mentioned the competitor analysis still needed cleaning up. I finished the first half.” He held up one of the cups. “And I got coffee. Black, with one sugar. That’s right, isn’t it?” I blinked. I hadn’t realized he’d noticed how I took it. “That’s right,” I said, softer than I meant to. “Thank you.” He set the cup on my desk and hovered for a second like he wasn’t sure if he should leave. I glanced at the time,
Chapter 5 - Final Claiming The others left one by one. Leaving just him and me and the fire. I heard him cross the room and pick something up off the table. "Can you stand?" he asked. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees and my whole body protested, and he reached down and took me under the arm and lifted me to my feet. My legs were shaking. I stood there naked in front of him with my arms at my sides. He looked at me for a long time. "You knew," I said. My voice came out hoarse. "You knew it was me.” I stood there. "Does Mom…" "No." The word came out fast. "She doesn't know. She'll never know.” He set the case down on the table and opened it and took something out, and I couldn't see what it was from where I was standing, and I didn't ask. He walked back over to me and stopped close, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him, and he put a hand on my jaw and turned my face up to his. "You did well tonight," he said. "Better than I tho
Chapter 4 - Sex in The Society The girl brought it over. It was black silicone, tapered, with a flared base and a thin neck, and she held it up where I could see it and then she knelt down in front of me and pushed two fingers into me first, just to check, just to spread the wetness around, and I moaned and my hips pushed forward and the chain on my nipples swung and pulled and I gasped. "Relax," she said. She pressed the tip of the plug against my ass and pushed it in slowly, and I felt my body open around it and take it, inch by inch, and it was thick and full and strange, and when the base settled against me I let out a long shaky breath. "Good girl," she said, and stood up. I stood there tied to the frame with my nipples clamped and a plug in my ass and my pussy empty and aching and wet, and the whole room was watching me, and my stepfather walked a slow circle around the frame with his hands behind his back. "Front and back," he said. Two of the men stepped up. On







