Areilla’s POV

Dominic had asked me to meet him at his house later that evening after we’d fucked in his cabin, and I’d ended up sleeping there for the whole afternoon.

I had some other work and a meeting the next day for our project, so I didn’t go—and I even forgot to tell him.

Now, we were sitting in the conference room, the meeting having been preponed. Dominic was next to me, his legs brushing against mine constantly. He was dressed in a sharp business suit today, looking every bit as professional, intimidating, and impossibly sexy as ever.

He glanced at me from time to time, and I could tell he, just like me, was having trouble keeping his eyes off me.

Then he dropped a pen. Bending down to pick it up, his cold fingers trailed along my bare legs. He sat back, hand resting on my thigh, dangerously close to my pussy.

His hand was hidden beneath the table. The audacity, the kinkiness of it—it made my panties damp instantly. He inched his fingers further between my legs, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

Pretending to ask about a document, he moved his chair closer, closing the gap between us while grazing my pussy softly but deliberately. I tried to shift, to move his hand away, but he held it firmly, cupping me possessively.

With a wicked smirk, he pushed my panties aside, eyes dark with desire as he traced his fingers over my sensitive flesh. I tried to stifle my moans, but my body betrayed me.

“Please, sir… not here,” I whispered.

Instead of removing his hand, he slid a middle finger into my wet pussy. I gasped, covering my mouth with a file just as a few colleagues glanced our way. Dominic offered me water, his smirk teasing.

“Are you okay, Areilla? Something wrong?”

If we weren’t in a conference room filled with people, I would have thrown myself onto him right then.

He pushed another finger inside me, stretching me open, thrusting slowly at first, then harder. I bit my lips, pretending to focus on the papers while my body quivered under his touch.

Leaning close, he whispered huskily in my ear, “Baby, you look so hot and flustered… I want to take you right here, right now.”

His fingers moved faster, curling inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Sir… I can’t… please stop,” I begged.

“No, baby,” he murmured, biting my earlobe. “You’ll come right here, in this room, in front of all your colleagues, who have no idea what a slut you are under this table, getting fucked by your boss.”

He circled my clit with his thumb, relentless as his fingers plunged in and out of me. I arched and trembled, my orgasm building impossibly fast.

“You’re so tight, so responsive…” he groaned. “Cum for me, baby. Let go.”

I did. I screamed, my body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure tore through me. My cum soaked his fingers and my panties, leaving a wet patch on the chair.

He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean with a casual air, but to me, it was intoxicatingly erotic.

The meeting eventually ended, the clients impressed by our project. Dominic handed me a file to review, excusing me from standing, before locking the door once everyone left.

He stalked toward me, picking me up and placing me on the conference table, legs spread wide. His smirk widened as he saw my dripping pussy.

“Fuck, baby… you look so beautiful, already wet and ready for me,” he murmured, removing my panties and tucking them into his suit jacket. The sight alone made me tremble.

He dropped to his knees, his mouth devouring me instantly. Tongue and fingers moved in perfect unison, licking, sucking, thrusting. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer, but he didn’t relent.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he whispered, and I did, shaking violently as he guided me through my orgasm, his hands and mouth merciless.

“Dominic,” I moaned his name.

“Say it again. Say it like you mean it,” he demanded, leaning closer, eyes dark with desire.

“Please… Dominic…” I begged, gasping.

“Good girl,” he purred, moving between my legs again, hands gripping my thighs as he focused on my clit. His fingers dug inside me, hitting that perfect spot.

I cried out, body writhing under him. “Ahhh… I’m cumming!”

“You’re so responsive, baby… I could do this all day,” he whispered, voice thick with lust.

He aligned himself with me, long, hard cock pressing against my dripping pussy. He thrusted inside me, hips pounding in a relentless rhythm.

“Harder…” I moaned, desperate.

“You want me to fuck you harder, huh? Use you like my toy?”

“Yes… use me, sir… however you want,” I gasped.

He gripped my hair, pulling me closer as his pace intensified, filling me completely. My moans and screams echoed as we moved together, a brutal, feral rhythm.

“Fill me up, daddy,” I moaned loudly, hips bucking to meet his.

“Ahhh, you’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, hips snapping into mine. “Cum with me.”

I did, clenching around him as he shuddered inside me, releasing, his body trembling from the force of his orgasm. "You're going to be the death of me, but I wouldn't want it any other way."

I smiled. He got up and fixed himself and then pulled me up. He adjusted my clothes. And took out something from his pocket but didn't show me.

"What is it", I asked. "You will see it", with that he dropped his hand down and crept his hand under my skirt and pushed it in my pussy.

I gasped and arched my head back as he pushed it more deeper. He switched on a button and it start vibrating deep in my pussy.

" fuckkk", I moaned, my hand flying to his shoulders for support.

"Thats your punishment for not obeying me and coming to meet me yesterday evening."

"I had to complete the project and some other work", I try to explain myself.

"No excuses babygirl. You’ll get this punishment. You’re gonna sit with this vibrator whole day long without removing it and don’t even think about making yourself cum. Got it."

" yes", I said. He pushed the vibrator more deeper. "Yes what?" " yes sir" "Sir I’m not even wearing my panties. Please give it to me back.", if I’m sitting with a vibrator in my pussy whole day then i need my panty more than my next breath.

"No no. No panties for you.", he said laughing and went out. As I began to move forward, I felt hard vibrations in my pussy. I stopped right there and supported myself on the chair. Fuckk. How I’m gonna handle this whole day.

He left the room with a satisfied grin, and I exhaled shakily, leaning back in my chair. The device hummed insistently, deep inside me. I could barely concentrate on my work, my fingers itching to reach down, to relieve myself—but I knew that touching myself would only get me in more trouble.

Minutes passed, and the torment escalated. He adjusted the speed from a distance, teasing me with waves of pleasure I couldn’t control. My thighs clenched, my hips bucked instinctively, and my orgasm surged close—only for him to slow it down, keeping me suspended on the edge.

The vibrations increased again, relentless and unforgiving. I squirmed in my seat, gripping the desk for support, my core throbbing as I tried not to cry out.

He had a perfect view, and I knew he could see the way I was being undone. My cheeks flushed as I realized I was completely at his mercy.

“Ahhh… fuckk…” I gasped, my body trembling as another orgasm ripped through me. My pussy pulsed desperately around the toy.

The vibrations didn’t stop. They only intensified, teasing me mercilessly as I tried to regain control. My breaths came in ragged pants; every nerve in my body was on fire.

Hours passed like this—him controlling the vibrator, watching me writhe, denying me release, pushing me to the brink over and over again. My seat was soaked, my thighs glistening, my body shivering with exhaustion and need.

When the office finally emptied, Dominic returned, locking the door behind him. He chuckled at the sight of me completely wrecked, unable to move.

“And the seat… just like you,” he murmured, eyes roaming over my trembling body.

I tried to speak, but no words came out. My body was a mess of pleasure, still vibrating from the toy inside me.

“Stand up, baby. I want to see the mess you made.”

My legs wobbled, but his strong hands wrapped around my waist, steadying me as he held most of my weight. His gaze locked onto mine, dark with desire, and heat burned my cheeks as embarrassment and arousal collided.

“Domi…” I started.

“Shhh… we’re not done yet,” he whispered, placing me back on the table and spreading my legs wide again.

His face hovered just inches from my dripping pussy. Fingers traced my folds, firm and deliberate, exploring my sensitive, overstimulated flesh.

“Fuck…” I moaned softly, hips lifting involuntarily.

He pressed his lips to my inner thigh, nibbling and sucking, while his fingers continued to tease and stroke me, working in perfect rhythm with the vibrator pulsing inside.

“I can’t… I can’t cum anymore, please,” I begged weakly.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, gripping my hips and pulling me closer. His mouth found my clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue against my raw, sensitive flesh.

I squirmed, trembling under the combined assault of his mouth and the relentless vibrator.

“That’s it… let go, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he whispered.

“Ahhh… Dominic!” I screamed, body shuddering as my orgasm crashed through me again, overwhelming and all-consuming.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes softening, a small smile on his lips as he brushed my hair gently. The vibrator still pulsed inside me, teasing my spent core.

Then, he gently removed it, and I hissed at the sudden loss of sensation. He leaned down between my legs, hands gripping me, mouth lavishing kisses along my neck and inner thighs.

Three fingers plunged into my overstimulated pussy, stretching me, teasing me, pushing me to my absolute limits. My back arched, hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“You’re so sensitive, baby… but still so tight. I can barely move my fingers,” he murmured.

A fourth finger followed, filling me completely. My moans spilled freely, head thrown back, my body wracked with pleasure.

He moved them with precision, hitting every sensitive spot, speeding up, pressing on my g-spot, and I screamed, drowning in sensation.

“You like that, huh? You love it when I’m fast and hard on you?”

“Yes… ohhh… God… yes!” I cried, lost in pleasure.

He groaned at the sounds I made, fingers slick with my juices, spreading me wide, teasing and fucking me in tandem with his mouth.

I could do nothing but moan, scream, tremble, completely undone. Every wave of pleasure made me more helpless, more desperate, more his.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out and pressed them into my mouth, spanking my pussy with his other hand. I squirted, my juices flying across the desk, him, and my own trembling body.

He kneeled down, licking every drop, tongue moving in expert circles over my clit, devouring me completely.

“Ahhh… fuckk… please… not anymore,” I begged, my voice ragged, but he only continued, spreading my pussy, sucking and licking like a man possessed.

“Ahhhh… Dominic! Ohhh… fuckkk!” I screamed again, squirting over his mouth, my juices dripping down, leaving me a trembling, moaning mess.

Finally, he kissed me softly, draping his coat over me, and carried me to the office bathroom. Settled in the warm water of the tub, my body instantly relaxed. I leaned back on his chest as he washed me gently, murmuring praise.

“You did so well, sweetheart… took your punishment just like a good girl,” he whispered, hands tracing every curve of me, warm water running over my skin.

I closed my eyes, exhausted, utterly spent, and completely his.

                                  THE END