The pressure was becoming unbearable.
I sat at my desk trying to answer emails, but my mind kept replaying the latest message from the unknown blackmailer. Two interns. Executive bathroom. Video proof of both of them cumming inside me. The threats were getting more specific, more public, and more dangerous with every passing hour.
My thighs were still sticky from Damien and Marcusās morning use. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, feeling fresh c*m leak into the fabric of my dress.
At 10:45 AM, Damienās voice came through the intercom.
āMiss Bennett, come to my office now.ā
I stood up on shaky legs and walked in. The second the door locked, Damien grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him.
āAny new messages?ā he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
I showed him the latest de
