Used by the Arrogant Billionaire Enemies to Lovers Erotica #6
Beneath her expensive wool trousers, Sienna wasn't wearing any underwear.
Her pussy was completely bare, still heavily tender, swollen, and thoroughly thoroughly used from the brutal deep friction of the morning.
With every single step she took across the carpet, the slight friction of her trousers rubbed directly against her hyper-sensitive pink lips, causing a thick, warm mixture of Dominic’s spent white cum and her own natural, hot lubrication to slowly ooze out of her gaping channel, tracking a wet,
sticky line down her inner thighs.
The secret sensory overload was absolute madness, making her heart hammer frantically against her ribs as she took her seat directly to the right of Dominic’s executive chair.
Dominic sat down, leaning back in his leather seat, his large hands resting flat on the table. His dark eyes swept across the board, dropping for a fraction of a second to Sienna’s flushed face, a faint, dark glint of absolute possession passing through his irises.
"Let’s begin," Dominic commanded, his deep, gravelly baritone vibrating through the quiet room, sending an immediate, liquid throb straight to Sienna’s groin.
"You’ve all read the updated risk-assessment model for the downtown corridor acquisition. Miss Brooks’s data was flawless. The twelve percent margin has been integrated, and the signature is finalized."
Arthur Vance, Dominic’s 38 year old cousin and a major shareholder, cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing as he looked across the table at Sienna.
"Dominic, with all due respect, adjusting the baseline at the eleventh hour because of a junior strategist's objection is unprecedented. And assigning her the entire global portfolio? The partners are going to question the nature of this rapid advancement."
The air in the boardroom turned instantly sub-zero.
Dominic leaned forward, his broad shoulders squaring as his jaw clenched into a hard, dangerous line. The sheer, dominant weight of his presence seemed to compress the space in the room, suffocating any potential dissent before it could form.
"The partners will do exactly what they are told, Arthur," Dominic growled, his voice dropping into a dark, authoritative register that made Sienna’s internal pussy muscles contract in a sharp, helpless spasm, milking a fresh drop of his cum onto her thigh.
"Miss Brooks isn't a junior strategist. She is the Chief Strategy Officer of this firm. She answered directly to me, she challenged a valuation none of you had the intelligence to question, and she saved this company thirty-million dollars in liability. Her authority on this portfolio is absolute.
If anyone in this room has an issue with her placement, you can submit your resignation to my desk by noon."
Silence slammed down on the boardroom like a physical weight. Not a single director dared to speak, let alone look Sienna in the eye. They sat frozen, utterly cowed by the billionaire’s ruthless, protective devotion.
Underneath the heavy glass table, hidden from the view of the directors, Dominic reached out.
His large, calloused hand slid over Sienna’s thigh, his thick fingers moving with a slow, deliberate purpose up her tailored trousers until his palm cupped the absolute center of her crotch.
Even through the fabric, the intense, radiating heat of her dripping wetness bled straight into his hand.
He pressed his palm firmly against her swollen clit, his long fingers spreading her wide through the cloth, deliberately grinding against her hyper-sensitive nerve endings.
Sienna let out a sharp, silent gasp, her fingers locking onto the edge of her tablet so hard her knuckles turned white.
A fresh, thick wave of her natural fluids erupted from her pussy lips, completely soaking through the inner lining of her trousers, coating Dominic’s palm in a hot, damp glaze.
She turned her head slightly to look at him, her dark eyes wide and dilated with an agonizing mixture of intense horniness and absolute submission.
Dominic didn't break eye contact with his board. He kept his large hand locked between her thighs, his thumb delivering a slow, heavy-pressure friction across her pulsing clit, silently reminding her exactly who owned her body, even while she ruled his boardroom.
"Excellent," Dominic murmured, a dark, victorious smile parting his lips as he felt her internal walls throbbing wildly against his hand. "Since we are all in agreement, Miss Brooks will lead the zoning breakdown. Sienna, the floor is yours."
Sienna swallowed hard, her breath coming in shallow, ragged puffs as she forced her voice to remain smooth, professional, and entirely unbothered.
She leaned forward, tapping her screen to project the new data charts onto the wall, fully embracing her dual reality.
The corporate war was won, the enemies had been completely crushed, and as she began to speak, she knew she was entirely locked into an unbreakable, white-hot obsession with the man whose hand was currently drenching itself in her desire.
Drop your guard.
Dive straight back into the deep end.