The morning of the company-wide quarterly results video call felt like the end of everything.
I stood in Damien’s private bathroom at 10:40 AM, staring at my reflection. My makeup was perfect. My hair was styled. I wore a tight black dress that looked professional from the waist up… but I had nothing underneath. My p***y was already wet with fear and shameful anticipation.
You guessed right, Damien couldn’t stop it.
He stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as his eyes met mine in the mirror.
“Whatever happens today,” he said quietly, voice low and dangerous, “you are mine, and I will make sure I protect you after.”
I nodded, throat tight.
At 10:55 AM, we entered his office. The camera was already set up for the live company-wide broadcast. Over 2,000 employees would be
