Chapter 2: First Night – Breaking the Ice

The drive to Damien’s penthouse was a blur of city lights and throbbing shame between my legs. My thighs kept sticking together every time I shifted in the driver’s seat, the evidence of what he’d done to me in the boardroom still leaking out of my ruined pussy. I’d signed the contract while he was buried inside me, his thick cock stretching me open as my pen scratched across the paper. Now I was his for thirty days.

The elevator ride up felt like a countdown. When the doors opened directly into his sprawling penthouse, he was already waiting, jacket gone, sleeves...