Elara
Conference Room 4 was already full when I walked in.
Twelve senior executives and department heads sat around the long black table, tablets open, coffee cups steaming. The morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp shadows across the polished surface. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure someone would hear it.
I was ten minutes early, yet I already felt like I was late for my own execution.
The remote-controlled vibrator was still inside me nestled perfectly against my G-spot, its thin tail resting against my c**t. Every step I took made it shift slightly, sending tiny sparks of sensation through my core. I was soaking wet. The lack of panties made it worse; I could feel my own arousal slicking my inner thighs as I moved.
Damian sat at the head
