The next night, Sophia could barely focus at her desk. Every step she took, she felt the dried remains of Victor’s thick c*m still crusted between her thighs from the conference table. Her husband had asked why she was so late, and she lied straight to his face while her p***y throbbed with the memory of her boss stretching her open. The guilt ate at her, but it only made her wetter. By 9 PM, when the last employees left, she was aching for more.
Victor’s private office door was already cracked open. She stepped inside, heart pounding. The room was dark except for the city skyline glowing through the windows. Victor sat behind his desk in his black shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful man who owned her now.
“Lock it,” he said, voice deep and commanding. “And strip. S
