All Chapters of Submission in the Boardroom: A Matter Of Authority: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Asher stood in front of me, soaked from the rain. His hair was plastered to his forehead. He wasn’t wearing a coat. He was only putting on a thin white shirt and was clutching a folded umbrella he clearly hadn’t opened. I didn't try to understand why he walked in the rain when he clearly had an umbrella to shield himself. I got up immediately and shrugged out of my coat. I handed it to him. He frowned at the coat before he took it. “It wouldn't make any difference, though.” He slid his hands into it, but didn't close the front. He just left it open. “My clothes will soak it before you know it.”“Why don't we leave then?” I offered, as my heart started hammering once more against my ribcage. He frowned at the offer. I half thought he wouldn't agree when he nodded. “I didn't bring my car, though.”“I brought mine.”His frown deepened. “You have — oh.” He chuckled. “I think I forgot you were a company's chairman.”My heart squeezed in guilt, and I looked away. “Let's go then," he mu

He was still slick with my cum, his hole loose and wet, and the sight of it made my cock throb painfully. I lined myself up and pushed inside him in one slow, brutal thrust, and he cried out, his back arching off the table.“Fuck, yes,” he gasped. “That's it. Don't be gentle.”I wasn't. I pulled out until just the head remained, then slammed back in. I grabbed his thighs and drove into him with everything I had.“You like that?” I growled. “You like being fucked open on this table?”“Yes,” he whimpered. “Fuck, yes. Harder.”I gave him harder. I fucked him with a roughness that almost scared me. My hips slapped against his ass, and the table groaned beneath us. His cock bounced against his stomach with every thrust, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him in time with my pounding.“I want you to come like this,” I said, my voice ragged. “I want you to come while I'm buried inside you.”“I'm close,” he panted. “Don't stop. Please don't stop.”I leaned over him, my chest pressing a

That did it. Something in me snapped, and I pulled out until only the head of my cock remained inside him, then slammed back in so hard the bed groaned against the wall. His back arched off the mattress, and a hoarse sound tore from his throat.“There he is,” he gasped, grinning. “There's the animal you keep locked up.”I drove into him again harder this time, and the slap of our bodies filled the room. “You want an animal?” I growled. “You're gonna get one.”His laugh broke into a moan when I angled my hips, grinding deep, and his nails raked down my back hard enough to sting. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Right there—don't you dare stop.”I didn't. I set a rhythm that was brutal and unrelenting, each thrust driving him up the mattress until his head hit the headboard with a dull thud. He didn't even flinch. He just wrapped his legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper.His mouth fell open, and I watched him try to speak, watched the words die on his tongue. His hands cam

GUEL“Welcome back, sir!”My workers, who were lined up at the entrance, bowed the moment I stepped out of my car. The reception took me aback because I wasn't expecting it. I almost thought I'd unknowingly walked into a Mafia reception before I saw a familiar face. Maxwell stepped out from the line. “It's nice to have you back, sir!”I narrowed my eyes when I finally realised who had given them this idea. It had to be Maxwell. It's really not attractive having an unhinged secretary.“Thank you so much. You can all return to your offices.” I waved at my workers, who were looking at me expectantly. “Thank you, sir!” They bowed once more before entering the building. Maxwell reached for my briefcase. “Let me help you with that, sir,” he offered. I passed it to him. “Why did you ask them to come out here just to receive me?” I demanded, stepping into the building with Maxwell hot on my heels. “Because we're finally having you back after you left,” he explained. “I figured you neede

I didn't know I'd be meeting Guel's mother this early. I figured it would take some time before I met her again. Like the first time, I was pretty nervous, and for the same reason. I didn't know how she would view my relationship with her son. We met at the same café as last time. Just like the first time, she was already waiting when I arrived. Her face brightened as she gestured for me to come to her the second I stepped in. I took my time walking towards her. Even though we'd met before, my heart was still thumping loudly in my chest, and my palms were gradually getting sweaty. “Have a seat.” She gestured to the chair opposite her. “Thank you.” I sat down, and she gestured to a barista. “We'll have two espressos, please.”I looked at her in shock, and she smiled. “What? Did you think I'd forget what you ordered the last time? I didn't, honey.” She winked, and my cheeks reddened. Fuck. What is it with both mother and son making me blush like a teenager? I'm a freaking 35-year-