I couldn’t even sleep that night because every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photo the blackmailer had sent… me on the conference table, surrounded by six men, covered in c*m. The threat kept repeating in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.
By 7:15 AM, I was back at Sinclair Tower, wearing a short navy blue dress with no bra and no panties, just as Damien had demanded. My p***y was still tender and leaking from yesterday’s abuse.
The moment I locked Damien’s office door, he was on me.
He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, kissing me with raw, possessive hunger. His tongue invaded my mouth aggressively as his hands roamed under my dress.
“Missed this greedy little cunt,” he growled, shoving two thick fingers inside me without warning.
“Ahh! Damien!” I
