Printer hums in the open space. Clicks of mice echo. Coffee aroma mixes with my musky perfume. I catch Guilhem’s eye across desks. Dossiers pile up. Stress thickens. Hierarchy’s a bitch, but it fuels my fire. He hesitates on our ‘relationship talk’—will I slow his career climb? I stand, skirt hugging my ass. ‘Conference room. Now.’ Door shuts. Lock clicks. Heart pounds.
His eyes dart. ‘Marine, what about the pitch meeting?’ I push him against the table. ‘Fuck the pitch. You fear slowing me? Lazing me?’ Hands on his belt. Zipper rasps. His cock twitches. I drop to knees. Lips tease shaft. Tongue swirls head. He groans. I suck deep, fingers grip ass. Moans fill room. Pre-cum beads. I lap it up.
The Building Tension
He bucks. Almost there. I stand, spin, hike skirt. Bend over table. Pussy drips. ‘Take it.’ He kneels, breath hot on folds. Tongue flicks clit. Circles asshole. I grind back. ‘Yes, fuck.’ He laps rim, sucks nub. I’m close. Hips buck. ‘Don’t stop, sinner.’ Words hang. He freezes. ‘This is sin, Marine. Hellfire shit.’
Rage boils. Push him off. Foot shoves chest. He sprawls. Cock bobs hard. ‘You want sin? I’ll give sabbat!’ Point to table. ‘Lie down. Prepare.’ He obeys, scared. I raid mini-fridge. Cucumbers, celery. Slice five rings. Eviscerate. Arrange pentagram on his pubes, thighs. Celery trails nipples. Light emergency candle from drawer. Wax teeters on navel.
Straddle thighs. Fingers claw tits, cross-sign nipples. Hips rock invisible cock. Pussy weeps. Grab ring, rub slit three times. Stack on his throbbing dick. Soak each in juice. Last one? Shove in cunt. Finger clit. Orgasm hits. Body shakes. Tits bounce. He strains, cock strains veggie sleeve.
Eyes lock his. Thumb crosses glans. ‘Lilith, queen of lust, bind him to me. My blood seals.’ Prick thumb on staple edge. Blood drops. Inverted cross on shaft. Chant: ‘Desire only me.’ Lick tip peeking veggie. Tease merciless. Balls knead. He writhes. Cum erupts. Jets face, mouth. I catch on rings.
The Explosive Release
Feed him first: ‘My cum for you.’ Second in pussy, then to mouth: ‘Your seed in me.’ Third on tongue. I cum again grinding clit. Blood rite: prick, wax nipple. Scream. Lick soothe. Celery mash, mouth-feed. Verveine from thermos, kiss-pass.
Strength back. Side-fuck. Pound hard. He nears. ‘Me?’ Visions flash—his exes. Cum floods. They vanish. Doggy next. Ass high. Impale. Another ex ghosts away. Hours blur. Blowjobs, rides. Every spurt erases one. Genevieve spared. Final drop. He flops, spent.
‘Scale one to ten?’ ‘Ten.’ ‘Me? Two.’ Hurt stings. But he’s mine. Ex-memories mine now.
Skirt smooths. Blouse buttons. Wipe desk cum streaks. Candle snuffed. Unlock door. Smile pro. ‘Ready for pitch?’ Stride out. Printer hums on. Coffee lingers. No one suspects. Adrenaline buzzes. Hierarchy? My playground.