Chapter 4: The Boardroom Under-Table

The boardroom was too bright. It smelled like expensive coffee. Above the mahogany table, six men were deciding a merger. Below it, I was on my knees.

The carpet was scratchy, biting into my skin. The table legs were cold steel. I was tucked into the "well" of the table, right between Xavier’s feet. His leather shoes were inches from my face. I could hear the pens clicking above me. Down here, it was just his shadow.

"The margins for the second quarter are high," Xavier said. His voice was calm.

I felt his hand drop from the table. He didn't look down. His fingers fisted into my hair, his knuckles digging into my scalp. 

He yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at the underside of the table. The wood was dark and heavy.

"Open up," he whispered.

"Xavier, please," I mouthed. I couldn't make a sound. If I spoke, the Chairman, sitting three feet away, would hear me. My heart was slamming against my ribs.

"Do it now, or I’ll tell them why you’re down here," he whispered.

I heard the sharp, metallic rasp of his zipper. In the silence, it sounded like a shot. 

I reached out, my hands trembling as I touched his thighs. His suit pants were hot. It was a sharp contrast to the freezing steel table legs.

He reached down and shoved his pants out of the way. His dick snapped out, thick and hard as iron. It was pulsing, the head of it wet. I could feel the heat radiating off it, a heavy, musky scent.

"Take it," Xavier commanded.

Above us, the Chairman cleared his throat. "Xavier, if we move forward, we need to be sure about the liability."

"I’m sure about the liability, George," Xavier replied. He spread his legs wider, his knees pinning my shoulders. He was locking me in place like a cage.

I leaned forward. I had no choice. I opened my mouth and let the head of his dick slide past my lips. 

He was hot. It felt like he was burning me. I tried to take him slowly, but Xavier wasn't having it. He fisted my hair tighter and shoved.

He rammed his dick deep into my throat.

I gagged, my eyes watering. My hands flew to his knees, my fingernails digging into the fabric. I couldn't breathe. He was too thick. 

The back of my throat screamed as he held me there, buried to the hilt. I felt the pulse of his blood against my tongue.

"If you choke, they'll hear you," Xavier whispered. "If you don't, I might let you keep your job. Think about that, Maeve."

I struggled to swallow, my tongue trembling against the underside of his cock. I could feel the veins pulsing. Every time I tried to pull back, he used his knees to squeeze my shoulders, forcing me to stay put.

Above, the meeting continued. "PR is manageable," Xavier said. He started to move his hips. It was a slow, heavy grind. "We control everything."

He wasn't just talking about the company. He was talking about me.

He began to fuck my mouth with a slow, heavy rhythm. The wet, slapping sound of his skin hitting my face was muffled by the wood, but to me, it sounded like a drum. 

My saliva was thick, coating his dick as he slid in and out. Every thrust was a struggle. I had to keep my breathing silent, even as he hit the back of my throat.

"Take all of it, Maeve," he whispered. "Suck it like you mean it."

I wrapped my lips tight around him. I used my tongue to swirl around the head, just like he liked. I heard him let out a sharp breath above me.

"The acquisition will be finalized by Friday," Xavier told the board. His voice had a slight edge now.

He ramped up the speed. His knees were bruising my shoulders. He was thrusting harder, his dick hitting the back of my throat with a rhythmic thud. 

I was choking, but I didn't dare pull away. I bit my own lip to keep from making a sound.

The heat coming off him was intense. He was sweating, the scent of him filling the space. I was drowning in him. My pussy was already soaking wet, rubbing against the scratchy carpet. 

My own body was betraying me again, getting turned on by the risk, by the filth of what we were doing while the most powerful men in the city sat inches away.

"You're a good little slut," Xavier hissed. He shoved his dick so deep I felt my stomach flip. "Sucking me off while I sign away their lives. You love the power."

I groaned against him, the sound vibrating in my chest. I couldn't help it. The feeling of him filling me, the power he was exerting, it was wrecking my brain. I was addicted to the shame.

Suddenly, the chair beside Xavier scraped back. I froze.

"I think we've seen enough for today," the Chairman said. "Xavier, I’m impressed."

"Thank you, George," Xavier said. He didn't stop moving. He delivered one final, brutal thrust that made me see stars. I felt his dick pulse in my mouth, the first hot spurt of his cum hitting my tongue. I

 had to swallow it, gulping down the thick, salty liquid as he finished. I sucked him dry as he finished.

He stayed there for a second, his knees still pinning me, his hand still fisted in her hair. I was shaking, my jaw aching, my face covered in sweat.

"Maeve," the Chairman said suddenly.

I almost jumped.

"Maeve is down there, isn't she?" The Chairman asked. "She has the finalized contracts. I need to see the signature page before I leave."

I looked up at Xavier, my eyes wide with panic. I couldn't stand up. My blouse was a mess, my skirt was hiked up to my hips, and I had his come in my mouth.

Xavier looked down at me. For a split second, I saw a flash of something in his eyes—not just possessiveness, but a dark, twisted kind of pride. 

He didn't let go of my hair. Instead, he gripped it tighter, pulling me up until my head was level with his lap.

"Maeve, stand up and present the documents to the Chairman," Xavier said aloud.

His hand stayed fisted in my hair, hidden by the edge of the mahogany table, as he forced me to rise.