THR EXECUTIVE DESK (chapter One)

Trigger Warning: Graphic sexual content, choking, emotional degradation, dominance/submission, control play, mild blood, humiliation

Theme: F/F Office BDSM, Power Imbalance, Degradation, Obsession

The office door clicked shut behind her like a trigger pulled.

Ava stood in silence, her heart thudding too loud in her chest. The city lights outside cast long, jagged reflections across the black marble floor, but the real danger was in front of her..perched behind a sleek desk like a predator on her throne.

Lilith Vance didn’t look up.

She signed something slowly, deliberately, as if Ava’s presence wasn’t even worth the tilt of her chin.

“You’re late,” Lilith said, voice like polished glass.

Ava swallowed. “It’s midnight.”

“It’s mine,” Lilith replied. “Every second of it.”

She set the pen down. The pause that followed felt like a blade hanging.

“Strip.”

Ava blinked. “Wh…?”

Lilith’s eyes lifted. Cold. Cutting. Beautiful in the way storms are beautiful when they split roofs.

“You heard me. Clothes off. Now.”

Heat slammed into Ava’s gut. Her fingers trembled as they reached for the first button of her blouse.

Lilith stood slowly, circling the desk like a wolf closing in. “Slower,” she murmured. “Unless you want me to tear them off myself and add it to your debt.”

Ava’s breath hitched.

She peeled the blouse from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her skirt followed, pooling at her heels. She was left in red lace panties…trembling, exposed, and already wet.

Lilith’s gaze dragged over her body with open disgust and hunger. “You came to an executive office dressed like a club slut.”

“I…I wanted to look..”

“Cheap?” Lilith stepped forward, one gloved hand gripping Ava’s jaw. “You succeeded.”

Her other hand slid between Ava’s legs.

Ava gasped…too fast, too loud.

“Already dripping,” Lilith said flatly. “Disgusting.”

She dragged her soaked fingers across Ava’s cheek and shoved them into her mouth.

“Suck.”

Ava obeyed.

“Sloppy little whore,” Lilith hissed. “Is this how you get your promotions? On your back?”

Ava choked. “No, ma’am…”

“Don’t lie to me.”

The slap cracked through the office. Not across her cheek…between her thighs. Ava yelped, hips jerking.

“I told you not to lie,” Lilith growled.

She grabbed Ava by the hair and shoved her over the desk. Cold wood bit into her skin.

Her voice dropped to a growl. “You’re not here because you’re smart. You’re here because you’re nothing.”

She yanked Ava’s bra down, baring her chest. A hard slap landed on her left breast, then the right.

Ava whimpered.

“You like being treated like this?” Lilith spat. “Toys don’t get choices. You’re not a person in here. You’re a hole I use to unwind.”

She drew a leather strap from her coat pocket and looped it around Ava’s throat. Not tight…yet. Just enough to remind her it was there.

Lilith bent low, lips at her ear. “Now beg.”

Ava was panting. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please use me, ma’am.”

Lilith laughed…low and cruel. “Finally. You’re starting to sound like a fucking employee.”

She pulled her strap-on from the drawer. Strapped it on with slow purpose.

“You’re going to remember this every time you sit,” she said coldly.

And then she shoved in…no warning.

Ava screamed.

Lilith slammed into her again. And again. Each thrust brutal, each breath stolen. She grabbed Ava by the throat and tightened.

“Count,” she barked.

“One…fuck…two…ma’am..three…”

“Louder.”

“Four…five…oh god…”

“Don’t you dare say god in my office. I’m the only thing you’ll worship.”

She fucked her harder.

“Say it.”

“You’re my god…”

Another slap. “Louder.”

“You’re my god!”

Lilith snarled, driving into her until Ava’s voice cracked, her legs shook, her moans turned into sobs.

“You break so beautifully,” Lilith whispered.

And then she pulled out…just to slap her soaked cunt hard enough to leave her legs jelly.

“You don’t come until I say,” she snapped.

Ava whimpered, tears streaking her cheeks.

Lilith pulled her hair back, tilting her head, looking down at her like something she’d bought and ruined on purpose.

“You’ll stay late every night. You'll keep your mouth shut unless it’s full. And you’ll never sit in that chair behind my desk.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ava croaked.

Lilith spit on her chest. “Crawl to the door.”

Ava moved…slow, broken, shaking.

Lilith tucked herself back in, straightened her jacket, and stepped around her.

At the threshold, she paused.

“You’ll be useful, Ava. As long as you remember what you are.”

Then she walked out.

The door clicked shut behind her like the lid of a coffin.

And Ava lay there…naked, ruined,already waiting for tomorrow.

Ava was still on the floor when the door opened again.

She scrambled upright, nearly falling to her knees again, heart racing as the heels clicked across the floor.

Lilith didn’t speak.

She walked back in like nothing had happened, like she hadn’t just wrecked Ava across her desk, like she hadn’t spat on her and called her nothing.

She sat down.

Crossed her legs.

Adjusted her gloves.

“I forgot something,” she said smoothly, turning her chair just slightly toward Ava.

Ava swallowed. “Y-Yes, ma’am?”

“You didn’t say thank you.”

Ava dropped her gaze. Her thighs were still shaking.

Lilith raised a brow. “Did I give you permission to stay clothed?”

She hadn’t.

Ava stripped again in silence.

The room smelled like sweat and her. Her cheeks still stung. Her legs were slick and sore.

Lilith leaned back. “Under the desk.”

Ava obeyed.

She crawled on hands and knees like the pet she’d been turned into. Her hair clung to her damp face. Her knees ached. But she slid under the desk.

It was dark there.

Silent.

Except for Lilith’s slow breathing above her.

“Take your time,” Lilith murmured. “I want it clean.”

Ava blinked in confusion…until she saw it.

Lilith hadn’t taken the strap off.

It was slick.

Dripping.

She wanted Ava to clean it with her mouth.

Ava’s stomach twisted…and clenched.

She crawled closer.

Lilith spread her legs wider, boots braced, as if daring her not to.

Ava lowered her mouth.

The first lick was shame. Humiliation. And something darker curling low in her belly.

The taste was her own.

Lilith hissed above her.

“Keep going.”

Ava wrapped her lips around it and sucked…slow, messy, obedient.

Lilith moaned…low and restrained, but pleased.

“Good girl. Filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

Ava didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Not with her mouth full of rubber and ruin.

She used her tongue. Her throat. Her lips.

She treated it like a real cock…because that’s what Lilith wanted.

Because that’s what Ava needed to be.

A toy.

A throat.

She sucked harder.

Lilith’s gloved hand slid into her hair, gripping hard, using her.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “You’re learning your place.”

Ava choked.

Lilith didn’t let up.

She held her there…nose to base, tears spilling from her eyes.

“You’ll do this every night,” Lilith hissed. “You’ll beg for it. You’ll crave it. My taste. My rules. My cock in your mouth.”

Ava gagged, but she didn’t stop.

She moaned around it, tongue moving, lips tight.

Lilith shuddered above her. Her thighs clenched.

And then she yanked Ava back by the hair.

The dildo slipped free with a lewd pop.

Ava coughed, breathless, messy, ruined.

Lilith looked down at her…hair wild, eyes glassy, spit dripping down her chin.

And smiled.

“Now,” she said calmly. “Say thank you properly.”

Ava dropped her head to the floor.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Lilith chuckled.

“Good. Crawl out.”

Ava did.

Naked. Knees burning. Pride shattered.

She reached for her clothes.

“Leave them,” Lilith snapped. “You don’t need them to get home. Not anymore.”

Ava stared, stunned.

Lilith leaned in. “You wanted power, Ava. You got mine.”

And just like that, she was gone again.

The door didn’t just click this time.

It slammed.