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I whimpered and nodded. He was right; I’d been thinking dirty thoughts about him for almost two years.

Even the sound of his voice was sexy and intense to me now, and brief glimpses of all my fantasies—my elaborate, sexy daydreams—from the last two years shot through my mind like an express bullet train passing through a station. I trembled as he grabbed me by the arms—my blouse still hanging open and leaving my bra exposed—and I felt his hot breath against my face as he pressed his lips to my ear.

“You smell like you want to be fucked, Sarah,” he whispered, and my brain tripped over itself and collapsed into an undignified heap before it finally decided to notice that I was soaking wet down between my legs.

“...analyst predictions, but how do your own expectations match up to them?” called a voice from the speaker-phone.

“Oh fucking Christ, they’re still there?” growled Peter. “Tell them ours are better.”

“How much better?” I stammered, glancing at the speaker-phone next to my head and desperately trying to concentrate on formulating sentences. It was probably a losing battle as long as Peter kept running his tongue up and down along the edge seams of my panties.

“Make it up yourself, Sarah,” he answered, “and think fast, because you’ve got ten seconds before I make you scream.”

As if it wasn’t hard enough to think already?
I thought. My mind was filled to the brim with exactly the wrong sorts of thoughts; I needed to think about French translations, not French kissing!

“Ten...”

Peter’s tongue lapped over my engorged lips through the thin black fabric of my underwear, and I was acutely aware of the material clinging to my skin.

“You’re almost wet enough to drink from, Sarah. Do you always get like this when you’re turned on?” he whispered, and then before I could answer, he unmuted the phone.

“Nine... eight...”

“Euhh.... we expect to exceed your... um... expectations,” I said, pausing between words to muffle my whimpers as Peter continued to torment me with his tongue, but now he reached up and grabbed my breasts as well. I felt like I was going to explode if I kept bottling up the incredible feelings surging inside me at his touch.

“Combien de plus?”

“Six...”

Peter’s whisper distracted me, but it didn’t distract me nearly as much as his fingers grabbing my stiff, erect nipples through my bra and gently tugging on them. I slapped the mute button and cried out as he pressed his tongue firmly against the ever-growing wet spot between my legs.

“Two...”

“Five percent? Three percent? What do I say?” I blurted out, gasping and shaking as the pleasures built up inside me and grew stronger and stronger with each beautifully agonizing touch from Peter’s hands. My ten seconds were flying by, and I still didn’t have an answer to the question.

“Oh, I don’t know. What do you think?” asked Peter, looking up at me with a mischievous smile on his face. He released my breasts and then disappeared back down between my legs again.

“I don’t know your company’s finances! How am I—Aaah!” I squealed as he suddenly yanked my panties aside and ran his tongue directly over my wet slit.

“Time’s up, by the way. Tell them I’ll find out when I’m done with this... acquisition,” he said, winking at me, and then he gave me one last, brief moment to recover before diving back into me.

His tongue flitted up and down over my channel and sent waves of fire through my body. I squirmed and writhed on the table, whimpering loudly and uncontrollably as he drove me wild.

I gasped and moaned, arching my back as Peter’s tongue set me on fire and sent electric shocks tingling through every nerve in my body. Something about the way he lusted for me, the way he grabbed my arms and forced me to submit to his will—even though I’d been dying for exactly this from the start—was intensely exciting to me. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in years, but even when I did, I’d never wanted him as much as I wanted Peter right now. Even more... I wanted him in new ways and imagined myself doing devious things—dirty things—that I’d only considered in my darkest of dreams.

“Nous allons calculer à nouveau après l'acquisition,” I called out in garbled French, my voice trembling as I tried to hold back a tidal wave of incredible pleasure building up down between my swollen, wet lips.

Screw this conference call,
I thought, my mind burning with animal passion.
I can’t take this anymore!

“Merci beaucoup pour l’attendance! Bonne soir!”

I smacked the ‘disconnect call’ button and screamed loud and long as Peter grabbed me by the wrists and lapped furiously at me. I felt rolling waves of muscle contractions, clenching and unclenching, as his tongue drove me into a frenzy of sexual desire. I wanted him to fuck me right now, to take me on the table like I was an animal in heat.

Somehow, Peter forcing me to submit to his way—taking control of my body and my desires—changed everything to me. My mind was lost in a glorious haze of animal lust. I wasn’t in the telecon room at work. I wasn’t lying on a conference table as a handsome billionaire roughly pulled my panties down my legs. I was nowhere except with him, and the heavenly sensations surging through my body were all that mattered.

“Well done, you gorgeous little slut,” he whispered in my ear. He smiled as he traced a finger roughly around the edges of my soaking wet channel.

“Thank you, Peter,” I tried to answer, but I think all I really did was whimper in ecstasy.

My body shook and trembled uncontrollably under his masterful touch. His fingers flitted back and forth over my slit, barely brushing against my skin and sending incredible sensations up my spine with each touch. He was the expert musician, and I was his instrument—every move of his fingers sending torturously wondrous sensations up my body until they escaped through my lips in beautiful screams of pleasure.

Surely, someone had heard me by now. How could I live this down, coming in to work every day and being known as the woman who fucked her boss? It was late in the afternoon, but a crowd had to have gathered around our meeting room by now. I glanced up at the frosted glass wall separating our conference room from the hallway, but there was nobody in sight. How had nobody heard my screams of delight?

“How long have you been my translator, Sarah?” he whispered, and as if reading my feelings perfectly, he stopped to let me catch my breath and recover a few fragments of my mind.

“Two years,” I answered, simultaneously grateful for and disappointed by the reprieve from his heavenly torture. I lay back on the table, and my breasts rose and fell as I panted wildly, trying to catch my breath.

“Isn’t it about time you moved on to a more important role?”

Where was he going with this? My mind was still lost in a haze of euphoria.

“Do... do you have something in mind?” I asked.

“Maybe,” he answered with a tight-lipped smile as he unbuttoned his trousers. “You have some other assets I could really use, Sarah.”

His black suit-pants fell to the floor, revealing muscular legs and—outlined through his boxers—his enormous erection. I craned my neck and stared down between my breasts at his massive rod, and I felt pulse quicken again in anticipation of what was coming.

“So what you really mean is that you just want to fuck me, huh?” I whispered.

I didn’t actually have a problem with that, now that I thought about it. On the other hand, ‘Corporate Whore’ was a terrible job title.

I stared up into his deep, gray eyes as he leaned down and placed his arms against the table—one hand at each of my hips—and looked down at me.

“No, but I can’t blame you for thinking that’s where I was going. You really do have your mind in the gutter, don’t you?” said Peter, shaking his head and smiling. He leaned in even closer—his strong chest pressing against my breasts through my thin, white bra—and brought his lips to my ear once more.

“You’re the perfect personal assistant for me, Sarah,” he whispered, making no attempt to hide the remnants of his Russian accent or the lust once again building up inside him. “Intelligent, quick on your feet...”

“Buttering me up a little?” I interrupted, wrenching my eyes away from his enormous cock and placing my hands gently against his pressed white shirt.

“You don’t need any butter. You’re wet enough for me already,” he growled, and a shiver of delight ran through me. His voice was so fucking sexy when he stopped playing business charades.

“As I was saying... quick on your feet, both eager and willing to please,” he continued, tracing a ticklish route up my thigh with one finger as he stared into my brown eyes, “and according to your employment file, you are fluent in, of all things, Croatian Sign Language.”

“Wait, what?”

My brain immediately slammed to a halt and flew back in a hurry from wherever the hell it had run off to while my body enjoyed itself. Had Peter really just said that? I wished someone would just pinch me already.

“Did you say—”

“Yes, I did,” he answered, cutting me off, “but enough of that for now.”

“No! Tell me more!”

I sat up, but Peter immediately shoved me back down onto the table, leaned in, and planted a hard, lust-filled kiss on my lips. When our lips finally parted and he let me come up for air, I saw a glint of steel in his eye and knew that the topic was closed for now.

He grabbed my wrists as he leaned down and kissed me again with immeasurable passion, and I couldn’t help but groan as excitement welled up inside me again.

It really is the control, isn’t it? I’m excited by being controlled
, I thought as Peter held me down against the table and fired a trail of scorching-hot kisses down my neck and chest. My body and mind were both excited, and an intense, burning desire ignited inside me as I struggled fruitlessly to free my hands from his iron grip.

“Why pretend you’re fighting me, Sarah?” said Peter, his voice rough, masculine, and unmistakably sexy to me. “You started oozing desire the second I touched you.”

I moaned as he kissed down my body again, and I let out a short, surprised cry as he yanked me across the table so that my hips were precariously close to the edge.

He was right again. Desire lit up inside me like a candle the second he grabbed my wrists. I could already imagine him inside me, fucking me like an animal, penetrating deep into me over and over, making me scream deliriously. I wanted to submit to his every whim, to fulfill his every desire, to experience all the pleasures of the flesh with him, from him.

The little flicker of desire exploded into an inferno when he didn’t even release my hands to undress me, but instead grabbed the front of my bra with his teeth and yanked it up and over my full, round breasts. My breasts fell free from their restraints, and I felt them rise and fall as I gasped in frantic desire.

“You love this, don’t you Sarah? You can’t get enough of being my slut,” he growled, pulling on my wrists and forcing me to sit up. “All I have to do is provide the illusion that I’m forcing you, and you almost beg me to take you.”

He placed my hands at the waistline of his tight, gray boxer briefs, and it was clear what he was demanding of me.

I slipped them down over his muscular thighs and let them drop to the ground as his huge erection popped free and stood at attention.

“God you’re big,” I whispered, and he winked as he grabbed my shoulders with a strong but tempered grip and slowly laid me back down on the table.

“I’m going to fuck you, Sarah,” he growled urgently in my ear as he pressed his chest against my bare, round breasts. “Do you want that?”

“God yes,” I moaned, pressing my body up against him and feeling his shaft between my legs. I shivered uncontrollably as he pressed his hips into me, sliding his shaft effortlessly over my soaking wet slit.

“Good, because I was going to anyway,” he said, and he thrust himself deep into me.

I screamed in pleasure as he penetrated me. He was so large that, even as wet as I was, I could still only barely handle him inside me. Every nerve in my body caught fire as he stroked in and out of me, and the conference table creaked from the force of his thrusts. He gripped me tightly by the legs—spreading them and holding them in the air—and the dark lace bands of my stockings stood out in sharp contrast against my smooth, white skin as he drove himself deep into me again and again.

Every thrust felt amazing to me, and I felt my face turn red and hot as the unbelievable feelings built up inside me.

My brain decided to remain on-site this time, and it braced itself against the onslaught of incredible, mind-shattering sensations surging up my spine from between my legs. Peter filled me nearly to the brim, and each pounding thrust sent a tremor of ecstasy through my body, each one larger and more intense than the previous.

I whimpered in delight as Peter stood at the edge of the table, grabbed me by the hips and penetrated deep into me as I wrapped my legs around him. His breathing was frantic and urgent, and even in my delirious state—driven wild by the intense sensations and my animal desires—I could feel his lust for me. It was as if he radiated an aura of primal instinct, and I could feel his desire—no, his need—to take me and let his lust dominate me.

He would never be satisfied until I was his.

The thought came suddenly to my mind, and it was somehow one of the sexiest, most thrilling concepts to ever pop into my head. God, to be so desirable that I drove someone mad! The mere thought of it—putting myself into that position—was enough to thicken the fog in my mind and multiply the pleasure building up inside me.

It’s true, though!
I thought, gasping and bracing myself against the table as he thrust harder and faster still into me.
He’s so into you that he can’t control himself! Oh god, he’s going to...

Suddenly, my brain collapsed into a quivering mess as my orgasm exploded inside me, and I interrupted my own train of thoughts in order to scream as if I’d just had a little taste of heaven.

Wave after wave of incredible, intense sensations rolled over my body and crashed down on my mind. Each one nearly suffocated me as it forced me back below the surface and tried to drown me in an ocean of ecstasy. Each time I came up for air and tried to get myself under control, another wave—originating at Peter’s rod as it kept pounding deep into me—rolled up my body and crashed over me again.

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