Chapter Five
She closed the door behind her and approached my desk, setting the coffee down. “Good morning, Mr. Thorne,” she said, her voice perfectly composed for anyone who might be listening. But her eyes told a different story—dark with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.
I leaned back in my chair, letting my gaze travel slowly down her body. “Good morning, Elena. Turn around for me.”
She obeyed, turning so her back faced me. The skirt clung to her like a second skin. I reached out, sliding my hand up the back of her thigh until my fingers disappeared beneath the hem. As expected, I found nothing but smooth, bare skin and the slick heat of her pussy. She was already wet.
“Very good,” I murmured approvingly, circling her clit once with a light touch before withdrawing my hand. “You’re dripping for me already. Sit on the edge of the desk.”
Elena perched on the desk facing me, legs slightly parted.
I rolled my chair closer, placing my hands on her knees and spreading them wider.
The morning sunlight streaming through the windows illuminated her perfectly.
I slid two fingers along her slit, coating them in her arousal before pushing them slowly inside her.
“Quietly,” I warned as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. “There are people arriving on the floor. You wouldn’t want anyone to hear how much of a needy little slut you are for your boss, would you?”
I pumped my fingers in and out with deliberate slowness, curling them to stroke her g-spot while my thumb brushed lightly over her clit.
Elena’s breathing grew shallow, her thighs trembling as she fought to stay silent.
I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee before trailing my lips higher.
“Lift your skirt,” I ordered. When she did, I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly through her folds, savoring her taste while my fingers continued their work. The risk of discovery only heightened the intensity. I could hear muffled voices and footsteps in the hallway outside my office.
I pulled back after a few more languid licks, leaving her glistening and needy. “We have the quarterly review meeting in fifteen minutes. Bring the reports over here.”
Elena smoothed her skirt down with shaky hands and retrieved the documents from the side table.
I remained seated as she stood beside my chair, spreading the reports across my desk.
While she pointed out key figures in a professional tone, I slid my hand back under her skirt from behind.
Two fingers slipped easily into her soaked pussy, pumping slowly as she struggled to maintain her composure.
“These Q3 projections look strong,” she said, her voice only slightly breathier than usual.
I curled my fingers against her g-spot, stroking steadily while my thumb brushed her clit.
“Indeed,” I replied calmly, turning a page with my free hand.
“But we’ll need to adjust the marketing allocation.
What are your thoughts?” I added a third finger, stretching her as I continued the deliberate in-and-out motion.
Elena gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles whitening. “I-I believe we should… focus more on digital channels,” she managed, biting her lip as I increased the pressure on her clit. Her thighs trembled, but she remained standing, pretending to review the documents while I edged her mercilessly.
I kept her teetering on the brink for several long minutes, slowing my movements whenever her breathing became too ragged. The voices in the hallway grew louder as more employees arrived. The danger of someone knocking on the door only made her wetter.
“Very good,” I praised quietly, finally withdrawing my fingers. I brought them to her lips. “Clean them.”
She sucked obediently, her tongue swirling around my fingers as she tasted herself, her hazel eyes locked on mine with a mixture of submission and raw desire. The sight nearly made me lose control, but I held back, savoring the power I had over her.
I stood, my cock throbbing with need, and positioned myself behind her.
“Bend forward slightly,” I instructed, my voice low and commanding.
Elena leaned over the desk, her hands braced on the reports, presenting herself perfectly.
I lifted the back of her tight black skirt, exposing her bare ass and the glistening pink folds of her pussy, already leaking with arousal.
I rubbed the thick head of my cock along her slit, coating myself in her wetness, teasing her entrance and brushing against her sensitive clit until she whimpered softly.
With one smooth, deliberate thrust, I pushed inside her, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, welcoming heat.
Elena’s breath hitched sharply, her fingers curling against the papers.
I fucked her with several firm, controlled strokes—pulling back almost completely before driving deep again, each thrust measured to let her feel every inch stretching and claiming her.
The wet sounds of our bodies meeting were obscenely loud in the quiet office, a stark contrast to the professional documents spread before us.
“Remember,” I whispered, leaning over her so my chest pressed against her back, my lips brushing her ear, “you will sit through the entire meeting with my cum inside you. Every time you shift in your chair, you’ll feel me dripping out of this well-fucked pussy.
” I reached around to circle her clit with two fingers while continuing my deep, possessive thrusts, edging her higher even as I chased my own release.
With that, I drove deep one final time, grinding against her as my orgasm hit.
Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded her pussy in powerful pulses, filling her completely.
I stayed buried to the hilt for a long moment, pulsing inside her, ensuring every drop stayed as deep as possible.
“Good girl,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
“Taking my load so beautifully right before a meeting.”
I finally pulled out slowly, watching with satisfaction as a small trickle of my cum began to leak from her swollen entrance. I lowered her skirt carefully, smoothing it down over her hips, then stepped back and zipped myself up.
“Fix your makeup and join me in the conference room in five minutes,” I said, my tone returning to its usual authoritative calm. “And try not to drip on the chair. I want you thinking about my cum inside you the entire time we’re presenting.”
Elena straightened, her cheeks deeply flushed and her eyes bright with lingering arousal and obedience. “Yes, Mr. Thorne,” she replied, her voice slightly husky but professionally composed.