Her skilled hands undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
Above, Alex was still speaking.
“…that is not a good strategy to win him over…”
Lena reached into his boxer briefs and freed him.
His cock sprang into her hand, fully hard, thick and hot.
The purplish-red head was already glistening with pre-cum.
She smiled to herself.
So sensitive.
She leaned forward and, without taking him into her mouth yet, spat onto the tip.
An almost imperceptible intake of breath came from above.
Alex’s thigh muscles went rigid under her palms.
“I… agree,” Alex’s voice had tightened.
“The costs seem… inflated in certain areas.”
Lena closed her lips around the crown.
She swirled her tongue around the ridge, lapping up the salty-sweet pre-cum.
Alex’s hand gripped the edge of the desk.
“We should… ah… consider a third-party audit.” He cleared his throat.
“Audit?” An employee sounded confused.
“Have we moved to another topic, sir?”
She took him deeper, then pulled back to just the head, sucking firmly.
Her hand stroked the length she couldn’t take, while her other massaged his balls through the fine cotton of his boxers.
“Alex, are you feeling alright?
You look flushed.”
“Fine,” Alex bit out.
“Just… a bit warm. Please, continue.”
Lena focused everything on that ultra-sensitive head, flicking her tongue rapidly over the slit, then releasing with a soft pop before diving back down.
She pressed her breasts around the base of his shaft, creating a hot, slick tunnel as she worked his tip with her mouth.
His breathing was ragged, though he was fighting hard to act normal.
She felt the tension coiling in his body, the involuntary jerk of his hips he couldn’t quite suppress.
“The… the market analysis,” Alex managed, strained.
“We need to… factor in… the new… tariffs…”
His cock began throbbing against her tongue.
His cum was building fast, and now he thrusted subtly into the breast tunnel.
“Sir?” Sam’s voice cut through, worried by how his boss looked like he was about to pass out.
The combination of her mouth on his most sensitive part and the sheer, illicit danger of the moment shattered his control completely.
With a choked gasp he tried to disguise as a cough, Alex came.
Lena caught only a drop before pulling away.
Several thick ropes shot past her lips, arcing up in the air before landing with soft, damning plops on the mahogany surface right beside his stacked papers.
The room fell into a dead silence.
Seven pairs of eyes stared, horrified and transfixed, at the glistening white streaks on their CEO’s desk.
Alex’s face drained pale before flooding red with mortification.
“I… this… but…” Nothing coherent came out.
‘Shit.
I have never been in a more embarrassing situation in my life,’ he cursed inwardly.
This is exactly why he didn’t want Lena here.
She never listened.
He was still trying to form a sentence when Lena’s black thong suddenly appeared in his face, dangling from her right big toe.
He looked down.
She was standing on her hands!
But that wasn’t what stopped his breathing.
It was the angle.
The way her legs were spread wide apart like that.
The way her pretty pink cunt gaped open right in front of him.
All he wanted now was to bury himself in there and fill her with cum until she couldn’t take any more.
“Get out. ALL OF YOU.”
He took her thong from her toe and bit down on it.
Chairs scraped, something clattered, someone stifled a noise that was half gasp, half laugh.
The door opened and shut in a panicked, undignified rush.
Then there was nothing but Alex’s ragged breathing and the soft sounds of his lips moving down her ankle.
Slowly, Lena lowered her legs.
She turned under the desk and rose up on her knees between his spread thighs, arching her back, pushing her chest forward.
She placed both palms on his thighs and kissed him filthy.
“You came so fast, baby.” Her eyes were dark with triumph.
Her thumb dragged slowly over the head of his cock.
“That sensitive little head of yours just couldn’t take it, could it?”
Alex’s lust warred openly with something else in his eyes.
Anger.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You.” She traced his lower lip.
“They saw!” He exploded, pushing her hand away.
“My employees saw my… my cum on the goddamn table!
Sarah from Finance!
Do you have any idea… Lena, this is my company.
My reputation!
They could report me for misconduct.
I could be fucking sued!
How would you like it if a guy from the tech department did that in your presence?!”
“Ooooh!” Lena’s giggle was shameless.
“Honestly?
I’d love it.
I’d even encourage him.
Maybe touch myself so he could finish.
Pleasure is a good thing and I love watching anyone who wants it get it.”
“I am fucking serious!
Not everyone is a slut like you.
Some people have boundaries.
Some people have trauma.
What happened in that room is a serious case of sexual assault.
What if a board member had been sitting at that table?”
He dragged a hand through his perfect hair, wrecking it.
“I am not into this. I am not into mixing business with… with whatever this is.” He gestured wildly between them.
“The outfit last night, the shit at the club… and now this? Do you have a fucking voyeurism kink?”
Lena watched him, completely unrepentant.
In fact, his anger was making her nipples harden.
His chair rolled back and hit the window with a dull thud.
His cock, still out and half-hard, bobbed ridiculously between them.
“We have rules!
Boundaries!”
“You don’t get to make all the rules.”
“In my office, I fucking do!”
In answer, she leaned past him and pressed the switch to lower his desk to the height she wanted.
She discarded her blazer and climbed up.
His argument died in his throat.
His eyes dragged slowly over her, over every mark he had put on her skin, over everything he had claimed.
She arched her back deeply, giving him the full, perfect swell of her ass.
“Lena…” He took an involuntary step closer.
His cock was inches from her.
She pushed back and wiggled against the head of it.
“You were saying something about boundaries?” she purred over her shoulder, challenge bright in her eyes.
She rocked back again.
His fists clenched.
He was trying to stay angry, trying to be the CEO, trying to find the control that had been steadily deserting him since she walked through his door this morning.
But his leaking cock had already made decisions without him.
“This is insane,” he growled and flipped her.
She gasped as he grabbed her legs and folded her almost in half, pulling her pussy up toward his face.
“Oh, Alexi… I didn’t know I was this flexible… fuck me, baby… fuck me raw in this position… imagine how deep you’d go… I want you now…” She whined and squirmed, her hands going to her own breasts.
But Alex’s focus wasn’t on her face.
Wasn’t on her breasts.
It was much lower.
The pink pucker nestled between her cheeks.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
He licked a slow stripe from her clit all the way down her perineum to her asshole.
Lena cried out, fingers scrabbling against the desk surface.
His tongue lapped and probed relentlessly at the tight ring of muscle.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled against her skin.
“This pretty little hole. Mine.”
He licked his finger, then pressed it to her asshole.
It was incredibly tight.
“Relax,” he commanded, though his voice had a feverish edge that made the word sound less like instruction.
He pushed past the initial resistance.
Only the first knuckle made it before she tensed around him.
“Ah!
Alex… it’s…”
“Tight,” he finished for her.
“You’re going to be properly punished for today, Lena. And part of that punishment is going to be me taking this.” He landed a sharp slap directly on her asshole that made her jump and cry out sharply.
“Do you understand?”
“And yes, it is going to hurt like hell… but what do they say about good girls?”
“Huh?”
His hand closed around her throat.
“What do good girls do, Lena, even when it hurts?”
It clicked.
“Th-they take it…”
“Good girl.” He released her throat and straightened.
“Now kneel in that corner… and face the wall.”