THE EXECUTIVE DESK(Chapter two)

The boardroom lights were dimmed, but the city behind the glass walls blazed like a thousand judging eyes.

Ava was on the table..legs spread, chest heaving, wrists bound behind her with a designer belt that probably cost more than her tuition.

She was dripping sweat and something else. Her skirt was on the floor. Her blouse had been ripped hours ago. Her red lace bra? A trophy now dangling from Lilith’s fingers.

She couldn’t speak. Not because she wasn’t allowed…though she wasn’t. But because her mouth was currently full.

Of another woman’s fingers.

Marla was taller than Lilith. Darker. Colder. The head of Legal. Her heels clicked as she circled the table like a warden inspecting a prisoner.

“Are you sure she’s not too soft?” Marla asked, pushing deeper. Ava whimpered around her.

Lilith smirked from the leather chair in the corner, her own thighs spread lazily as she watched.

“Oh, she screams,” Lilith murmured, swirling a glass of wine. “But she never says stop.”

Marla raised a brow, curling her fingers.

Ava choked..her body jolting.

“She likes that,” Lilith said.

“She lives for it,” Marla corrected, pressing her palm flat against Ava’s soaked heat. “Isn’t that right, pet?”

Ava nodded, face flushed, mouth open, tears in her eyes.

Marla pulled her hand back slowly, dragging slick fingers up across Ava’s trembling stomach, then fed one to Lilith.

Lilith tasted it. Groaned.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You taste like shame.”

Ava couldn’t stop shaking.

Marla grabbed her by the chin. “Look at me. Good girl.”

Lilith stood.

Her boots echoed across the marble floor as she came to stand behind Marla, one hand trailing up the woman’s thigh, sliding beneath her tight pencil skirt.

Ava watched, breath catching.

Two predators.

One meal.

“She’s watching us,” Marla murmured, lips brushing Lilith’s.

“She should.” Lilith smiled darkly. “We’re about to ruin her.”

They kissed…slow, brutal, wet. Their mouths devoured each other, and Ava swore she could feel it between her legs.

Marla pulled back. “Do it.”

Lilith didn’t need more direction.

She turned Ava onto her stomach, bent her over the boardroom table, and pinned her down with one hand at the nape of her neck.

“I want the entire building to hear her scream,” she whispered.

Marla chuckled as she peeled off her gloves and slid back onto the table, straddling Ava from behind, pulling her legs wide.

Lilith dipped her head and began to lick.

Ava cried out…a desperate, choked sound.

Marla leaned over her, whispering in her ear, “You’re such a good little mess. So fucking wet for the women who own you.”

Ava moaned into the wood.

Lilith was merciless…her tongue, her fingers, the sting of her teeth.

Ava shattered once...loud, shaking, breathless.

And again…when Marla slapped her open and ordered her to beg.

They didn’t let her come the third time.

Lilith pulled back. Marla gripped her hair.

“Say thank you,” Lilith ordered.

“Thank you,” Ava gasped.

“For what?”

“For using me. For breaking me. For not letting me come…please, ma’am…”

The sound of heels down the hall.

Marla smiled.

Lilith’s eyes gleamed.

Someone was coming.

Ava panicked. “Please…please, someone’s coming…”

Lilith pressed a hand over her mouth and leaned down.

“Then you better stay quiet while we finish.”

Ava was trembling so hard the table shook.

Her face was flushed, her thighs slick, her wrists still bound behind her back with Lilith’s belt. Her lips were swollen from crying, moaning, begging…but nothing worked. Not even when she screamed into the wood, not even when she promised she’d be good.

They hadn’t touched her in twenty minutes.

They didn’t need to.

Because they were touching each other.

And they made her watch.

Marla was bent over the edge of the boardroom table, skirt flipped up, stockings torn, body trembling beneath Lilith’s hands. Lilith was behind her, slamming into her with rough, relentless rhythm, gloved hands gripping her hips so hard it left bruises.

Ava sobbed.

She couldn’t look away.

She didn’t want to.

The sound of them…skin, breath, impact…echoed off the glass walls like thunder. Marla’s moans were savage. Lilith’s growls deeper. Their bodies clashed like beasts in heat, wild and untamed.

Ava rolled her eyes back and cried.

“Please,” she begged, broken. “Please, please, please…”

Lilith glanced at her. Sweat shining. Eyes burning.

“You hear that, Marla?” she panted. “She’s still begging.”

Marla moaned, grinding back harder. “Let her beg. That’s all she’s good for.”

Ava bucked against her bonds, shaking.

“Please let me come, please…just let me..”

“No.” Lilith’s voice cracked like a whip. “You’ll watch.”

She yanked Marla back by the hair and slammed into her harder, rougher.

The sound made Ava moan out loud.

Her thighs rubbed together instinctively, desperate for friction, for anything.

Lilith caught it.

“Oh? Are you humping the table, little bitch?”

Ava sobbed. “Yes, ma’am…”

“You filthy thing,” Marla hissed, her voice breaking. “You’re watching us fuck and getting off without permission?”

Lilith pulled out of Marla and shoved her onto the table face-up. Marla laughed, legs spread shamelessly. Her body was flushed and glistening.

Lilith dropped to her knees.

Ava choked.

Lilith buried her face between Marla’s thighs with a growl, tongue vicious, merciless, devouring. Marla screamed.

Ava nearly came from the sound alone.

She screamed, rocked, sobbed.

Her body vibrated with need so fierce it felt like dying.

Her tears streaked her face. Her voice cracked.

“PLEASE!”

Lilith didn’t even look at her.

She reached up, grabbed Marla’s throat, and pinned her to the table as she licked her raw.

Marla’s moans turned primal. Her legs trembled. Her hands tore at the tablecloth.

“FUCK…yes...use me…”

Ava cried harder, eyes wide, body twitching from sheer denial.

Lilith finally looked up, mouth soaked, eyes feral.

She stood slowly, wiping her face with her glove.

“She came.”

Ava whimpered.

“And you didn’t,” Lilith said coldly. “Because you don’t deserve it.”

Ava slumped forward. A wreck.

Shaking. Crying. Heat dripping down her thighs. Too close. Too raw.

Marla chuckled, breathless.

“I think she’ll beg better next time.”

Lilith leaned in close to Ava’s ear, her voice like poison-laced silk.

“This was mercy.”

She dragged her fingers along Ava’s ruined core.

“Next time, I bring the camera.”

And with that, they left her…naked, sobbing, throbbing..alone on the boardroom table beneath the weight of every scream she wasn’t allowed to finish.

The silence wasn’t kind.

Ava lay still on the boardroom table, her wrists raw and marked from Lilith’s belt. The scent of sweat, sex, leather, and wine clung to every surface of the room. The city beyond the glass was blinding now…its cold stare sharp, uncaring.

They were gone.

And they had left her soaked. Denied. Ruined.

Her body screamed. Her thighs trembled. Her lips were bitten and bruised and parted in a silent scream she’d held in too long.

She shifted. The table creaked.

Every nerve was awake. Her clit throbbed like a second heartbeat.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it…the way Marla had cried out, the animal sounds Lilith made while slamming into her, the thick wet sounds of skin and tongue and brutal heat. It was still there. Echoing.

Ava whimpered.

She rolled to her side. Her wrists were still tangled…but the belt had loosened.

One tug. Another.

A breathless grunt. It slipped free.

Her hands were shaking as she brought them forward.

She should’ve run.

She didn’t.

She slid her fingers between her legs and found herself drenched. The kind of soaked that had no dignity. The kind that screamed ruined.

She didn’t start slow.

She plunged two fingers in immediately, choking on her own breath as her body convulsed.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Oh my God…”

She could still feel the desk vibrating beneath Marla’s screams. Still hear Lilith’s filthy voice:

“You’re not a person in here. You’re a hole I use to unwind.”

She shoved deeper. Faster. Her eyes rolled back.

“Please,” she moaned, not sure who she was begging.

“Say thank you properly.”

“Thank you, thank you…”

Her hips rolled. She hooked a heel onto the edge of the table for leverage, biting her own shoulder to muffle the whimpers.

She used her other hand now…one on her clit, the other inside, rough, filthy, merciless.

Tears spilled.

"She came. And you didn’t. Because you don’t deserve it."

Her breath hitched. Her legs started to tremble.

“Please, ma’am..please let me come..”

No one answered.

She broke.

Her orgasm slammed into her like punishment. She writhed, legs kicking, mouth open in a silent scream. Her back arched so violently she knocked a glass off the table.

Shards scattered.

She kept going.

“More,” she sobbed. “Again…again…”

She came again seconds later. Harder.

Hotter.

Her body collapsed. Limbs numb. Mind shattered. The smell of herself on her fingers, her thighs sticky, the echo of her own pathetic cries ringing in her ears.

Alone.

Used.

Satisfied.

And completely unclaimed.

She lay there, chest heaving, pupils blown, fingers twitching.

And whispered into the empty room:

“Please come back.”