MadisonI heard the tear of a foil packet, and a moment later, the blunt head of his cock pressed against my pussy, teasing me with its promise. "Tell me what you need, Madison," he demanded. I tried to speak around the panties still stuffed in my mouth, but all that came out was a muffled moan. He chuckled, the bastard enjoying my struggle. "Can't hear you," he taunted, pressing his cock against me just enough to make me squirm. I took a deep breath, forcing the words out as best I could. "Mmrrph fffck mmm," I managed, pushing back against him, trying to take what I needed. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. "What was that? You want me to fuck you?" I nodded frantically, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment and desire. He was enjoying this way too much, but damn if it wasn't turning me on even more. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he said, and with one brutal thrust, he filled me completely. I cried out, the sound muffled by the panties in my mouth. He pulled out
MadisonThe walk to the conference room felt like a mile. Each step reminded me of my naked state beneath my skirt. The clicking of my heels against the marble floor matched my thundering heartbeat. We entered the conference room, where board members and executives sat waiting. Their eyes followed us as Alexander strode to his place at the head of the table. I slid into my seat, hyper-aware of the fabric of my skirt against my bare skin. The cool leather of the chair made me suppress a small gasp. Alexander's eyes flickered to me, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. Brad, our head of sales, started his presentation. Numbers and graphs flashed across the screen as he detailed our performance across different sectors. I focused on taking notes, determined to maintain my professional composure despite the constant reminder of my missing underwear. "Our hotel division saw a 15% increase in revenue," Brad continued, clicking through his slides. "The new property in Miami exceeded e
MadisonI reached for them, but he yanked them away at the last second. His other hand caught my wrist, pulling me against his chest. "Tell me how it feels," he murmured against my ear. "Sitting there, exposed, knowing I'm the only one who knows." The fabric of my skirt brushed against my bare skin as I shifted. "It's distracting." "Just distracting?" His fingers traced up my thigh, hiking up my skirt. "Not exciting? Not making you wet?" I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as heat pooled between my legs. "It's complicated." "Did you finger yourself during the meeting?" His voice was low and seductive as he slipped his fingers higher. "No." I tried to keep my voice steady, but his touch made it difficult. He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment and slid the panties back into his pocket. "I expected more from you. I thought you'd be wet and touching yourself under the table." "I couldn't," I whispered, feeling shame and defiance. "Everyone was watching." "That's the poi
MadisonI shifted in my seat, trying to focus on the passing buildings instead of Alexander's presence beside me. The usual bustling streets of Manhattan gave way to quieter roads, trees replacing skyscrapers. "This doesn't look like the way to that Italian restaurant," I noted, recognizing we'd ventured into a more secluded area. His lips curved into that knowing smirk. "Observant as always, Ms. Harper." The car slowed, turning onto a private drive sheltered by tall oaks. He parked in a spot hidden from the main road, killing the engine. "Mr. Knight, I thought we were getting lunch." I crossed my legs, aware of his gaze following the movement. "Oh, we are." He unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to face me. "But first, I want to sample something else that looks delicious." Heat crept up my neck. "Here? Someone could see us." "That's what tinted windows are for." His hand slid along my thigh. "Now be a good girl and climb into the back seat." My heart raced as I considered his com
MadisonHe pinched my nipples lightly, making me squirm. "You like the thought of sliding down onto my cock, taking every inch of me deep inside your tight little pussy." His words were crude, but they turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my body ready and eager for him. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What?" He gripped my hips, grinding me down onto him. "Tell me what you want, Madison. I want to hear you say it." I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. He spanked my ass, a reminder of his dominance. "Say it," he commanded. "I want you to fuck me," I breathed, the words rushing out of me. "I want you to fuck my tight little pussy with your cock." A satisfied smirk spread across his face. "Good girl," he praised, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair. He pulled my head back, forcing me to look at him. "But I'm not just going to fuck you. I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to make you come so hard you'll for
AlexanderThe persistent buzz from my pocket interrupted my enjoyment of Madison's warmth around my cock. I pulled out my phone, noticing my father's name flashing on the screen. The missed call notification glared at me, demanding attention. I dialed back, keeping Madison firmly in place on my lap. Her pussy clenched around me as I spoke. "Yes, Father." "Alexander, where are you? The whole family gathered for lunch. Your grandparents are asking for you." My thoughts drifted to the complex web of relationships—my father, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins forming the core of my true family. Then there were the add-ons: my stepmother and her insufferable children. The mere thought of them soured my mood. "I'm in the middle of something important." Madison squirmed on my lap, trying to lift herself off. I gripped her hips harder, holding her in place. "Can't step away right now." "We haven't seen you in weeks, son. Everyone's waiting. Be here in twenty minutes." "Twenty mi
Alexander"Alexander!" My aunt Patricia waved enthusiastically. "Come sit by us!" I made my way around the table, nodding to various family members. Uncle James and his wife Susan, cousin Michael with his new girlfriend, Grandmother Eleanor looking regal as ever, Grandfather William pretending to study the menu he'd memorized years ago. My stepbrother Henry slouched in his chair, probably nursing a hangover. "You're late," Father stated as I took my seat. "Traffic." I signaled the waiter for a scotch. "Scarlett, what an unexpected surprise." She smiled sweetly. "Georgia invited me. Hope you don't mind." "Of course not," Madelyn chimed in. "Scarlett's practically family." I caught Georgia's smirk behind her water glass. This wasn't a coincidence - they were up to something. "How's business, son?" Father asked, cutting through the tension. "Business is strong as ever. The merger-" "Always business, always money!" Grandfather William dropped his menu with a dramatic flourish. "W
AlexanderI settled back into my chair, catching Scarlett's predatory smile. Her foot traced up my leg again under the table. "The tiramisu for everyone," Grandfather announced to the waiter. "And bring my grandson a double portion." "Really, I don't-" "Hush," Grandmother interrupted. "You're too thin. A growing boy needs sustenance." "I'm thirty-two," I muttered, but the tiramisu appeared before further protests could be made. Scarlett leaned forward, giving me another calculated view of her cleavage as she "accidentally" dropped her napkin. "Could you get that for me?" I ignored her, focusing on my dessert while Uncle James launched into another story about his golf game. Scarlett's foot continued its journey up my leg, but I shifted away, trapping her ankle between my feet. Her eyes widened at being caught. "More coffee?" the waiter asked. "Please," I said, releasing Scarlett's foot with a warning squeeze. Her cheeks flushed - whether from embarrassment or arousal, I didn't
MadisonMonday morning arrived with gray skies and the promise of rain. I toweled off after my shower, contemplating my wardrobe choices while the local news droned on in the background. I selected a navy pencil skirt and cream blouse—professional but not trying too hard. After applying minimal makeup and twisting my hair into a sleek bun, I grabbed my bag and headed out. The cab ride to Knight Industries was uneventful. I scrolled through emails, trying to focus on work rather than that ridiculous article about Alexander and Penelope. The thought still niggled at me, though I'd convinced myself it was nothing but clickbait. When I reached the office, the usual morning bustle was in full swing. I nodded to security, grabbed a coffee from the break room, and headed toward my desk. Alexander was already in his office. A rare sight at this hour. That was unusual. Alexander rarely arrived before nine, and it was barely eight-thirty. I set my coffee down and organized my desk quickly b
MadisonThe page loaded agonizingly slowly, each pixel revealing what I was certain would be my professional funeral. But the face that appeared wasn't Alexander's. And the woman wasn't me. "Tech Giant Joseph Walden Caught in Steamy Affair with Assistant" Relief flooded through me so intensely that I actually laughed out loud. Not us. Thank god, not us. I scrolled through the article, reading about how this Joseph person—CEO of some software company I'd never heard of—had been photographed kissing his assistant on a yacht in the Mediterranean. The article was filled with salacious details and anonymous "insider" quotes about their "torrid office romance." My phone buzzed again with another message from Hazel: "There's more! Check these out!" She sent three more links to similar stories. "Media Frenzy: Billionaire CEO-Assistant Relationship Rocks Corporate World" "Office Romance Gone Public: The Risks of Dating the Boss" "Power Imbalance or True Love? The Ethics of Executive-As
MadisonI spent Friday night buried in real estate books instead of buried under Alexander Knight. Progress, I suppose."Understanding Commercial Property Development" stared back at me from my coffee table, mocking me with its heft and academic tone. I'd made it through twenty pages before my eyes glazed over. The stack of books Alexander had given me loomed like a paper Tower of Babel."Okay, Madison," I muttered, cracking open the book again. "You can memorize marketing strategies and quarterly projections. You can handle a little real estate jargon."Three hours and one cup of coffee later, I'd filled half a notebook with terms I needed to Google: cap rates, NOI calculations, and tenant improvement allowances. My brain felt like it was trying to learn Mandarin overnight.I fell asleep with "Commercial Real Estate Finance Fundamentals" open on my chest, dreaming of buildings that kept changing shape every time I tried to appraise them.Saturday morning arrived with sunshine streami
MadisonI forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as strained as it felt. "Mr. Knight? Are you insane?" "Come on! The way he looks at you during meetings..." "Because I'm his PA. That's literally my job - to anticipate his needs and be available when he needs something." Oh, if she only knew just how available I'd been lately. "Professional needs, sure," Hazel smirked. "But have you seen how he watches you when you leave a room? Trust me, that man is thinking about more than quarterly reports." "You're drunk." I grabbed her wine glass before she could spill it. "And delusional. Mr. Knight is my boss. End of story." "But-" "No buts." I cut her off, setting both our glasses on the coffee table. "Tell me one thing - have you actually seen him up close? Like, really seen him?" Hazel flopped back against the cushions. "Well, no. But I've seen him in magazines, newspapers, all over social media. Plus, that one time I came to meet you for lunch, I saw him walking down the hall." "Exac
MadisonJenny and Audrey sprawled across Hazel's plush carpet, sharing stories about their latest Tinder disasters. I kept quiet, sipping my drink and letting their chatter wash over me. "And then he had the audacity to ask if I wanted to split the check after he ordered the most expensive steak on the menu," Jenny groaned, waving her glass for emphasis. "Like, hello? You invited me!" "At least yours showed up," Audrey countered. "Mine texted five minutes before saying his 'energy wasn't aligned with the universe tonight' and he needed to 'recalibrate his chakras.'" I snorted into my drink. "What does that even mean?" "It means he found someone hotter to hook up with," Hazel said, refilling everyone's glasses except mine. She gave me a questioning look, but I covered my drink with my hand. "One's my limit tonight. I have those project proposals to review tomorrow." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Your boss is a slave driver." If only they knew what kind of "driving" he actually did. "
MadisonThe books on his desk caught my eye again—a reminder of the real work ahead. My arms already ached at the thought of carrying them. At least he was investing in my professional growth, even if his personal demands kept escalating by the day. "I remember everything from the document, Mr. Knight." I reached for the heavy books, stacking them against my chest. "I'll spend Saturday with my mom and be yours on Sunday." The words slipped out before I could catch them. Yours. As if I belonged to him. "But how am I supposed to learn all this material if I'm always at your beck and call?" "Yes, you need to learn these. I'll leave this weekend to you. Come to my penthouse Sunday evening." "Thank you for giving me time to study." The words came out more sarcastic than intended, but I couldn't help it. The nerve of this man. 'Giving me time.' Like he was some benevolent king bestowing favors upon his subjects. Next thing you know, he'd want a parade thrown in his honor for allowing me
Madison"Mr. Knight," I kept my voice steady and professional. "I appreciate the alternative, but I'd prefer to continue as project manager." I met his gaze. "The project won't break ground for weeks, giving me time to study and prepare. Plus..." I allowed a small smile. "I have an excellent mentor to guide me, don't I?" His eyes darkened at my words that familiar heat returning to his expression. "Mentor?" I gestured to the books. "You wouldn't have assigned me if you didn't think I could handle it." "True." He moved closer, his cologne making my head swim. "But handling multiple positions can be challenging." I bit my lip to keep from smirking at his innuendo. "I'm becoming quite skilled at juggling different positions." His sharp intake of breath told me my words had hit their mark. Score one for the PA. "Some positions require extensive practice." "I'm a quick learner, Mr. Knight." I kept my voice steady and professional, even as heat bloomed across my cheeks. My mind race
MadisonThe clock struck six as I finished filing the last contract. My body ached in places that had nothing to do with sitting at a desk all day. The memory of Alexander taking me in his car made my cheeks flush. I needed a hot shower and definitely had to check the damage - my ass still tingled from where he'd spanked me. "Ms. Harper." His voice crackled through the intercom. "Come in here before you leave." I sighed. What now? If he wanted my panties again, he'd have to work for it. I knocked and entered his office. Alexander sat behind his desk, focused on his computer screen. "Close the door." He didn't look up from whatever document held his attention. I did as told, hovering near his desk. "You needed something, Mr. Knight?" His fingers flew across the keyboard. The sound of typing filled the silence. Was this some new game? Make me wait while he finishes work? A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," Alexander called out, still not looking up from his screen. A ta
MadisonI walked toward the restaurant entrance, my legs still trembling from our intense encounter in the car. The feel of Alexander's cock stretching me, filling me so perfectly, lingered with every step. My pussy throbbed, reminding me how thoroughly he'd fucked me. The sound of his car pulling away made me pause. Some "girlfriend" I turned out to be - getting fucked in his car then dropped off alone while he rushed to lunch with his family. Not that I cared. This wasn't a real relationship. Just a business arrangement with incredible sex benefits. I smoothed my skirt, wincing at the delicious soreness between my legs. My panties felt damp against my skin - the ones he'd made me beg to have back after stealing them earlier. Bastard probably got off on that power play. The way he'd commanded me to ride him, his hands gripping my hips as I bounced on his thick cock... Fuck. My nipples hardened at the memory of his mouth on them, how he'd made me come so hard I saw stars. "Focus,"