Chapter 3: Office Games & Public Edge

The remote vibrator was a fucking traitor.

It sat deep inside me all morning, nestled against my G-spot, silent and waiting like Damien’s little spy. I’d barely slept, my pussy still sore and leaking his cum from the night before. Every time I crossed my legs at my desk, I felt it… the fullness, the reminder that I belonged to him now.

My phone buzzed at 9:47 a.m., right before the senior partners’ meeting.

Damien: Meeting room B. Edge yourself in the bathroom first. Send proof. Sir.

My thighs clenched. I hated how fast my nipples tightened under my silk blouse. I slipped...