Chaos Within

Chapter 9

■Pov- Rylan

Camelia smacks her lips as she reapplies her bright red lipstick for the fifth time.

“Babe, you look fineeeeeee,” I said my voice strained. She instinct I took her to my workplace since she didn’t want to be left alone at home.

“It’s just, I’m nervous alright and I can’t keep my hands still when I’m nervous.

We are currently stuck in the morning traffic while the radio hums in the background.

“I told you to stay home.”

“Yeah, and eventually die out of boredom.” She rolls her eyes.

“Though you know I will be busy, right? I told you that I had business meetings the whole day.”

“It’s okay I will find a way to keep myself busy. After all, I could be your personal sectary just for the day.” she winks and kisses the air.

“You’re funny,” I say as I laugh.

It’s already 9.30 am and the meeting starts at 10 am. We make our way towards the elevator when we are greeted by Max’s presence. Max has been my loyal friend for more than 10 years; he was the one who helped me hide dead bodies, and we both enjoyed torturing people together. Plus, he has been a trustworthy business partner since I started this business.

“Good morning Rylan!” he waves at me, still a few feet away from us. I greet him back.

“And who is this beauty?” he eyes Camelia from head to toe like she is a new piece of candy. Camelia tenses beside me.

“She’s Camelia. She’s with me.” I say in a low warning tone, clearly warning him to keep his hands away from her. He better take the hint; she’s already mine.

“Good morning beautiful.” He winks.

She doesn’t greet I’m back and just throws him a forced smile, she’s clearly not comfortable with his heated gaze roaming all over her body.

Max goes through his presentation with me while we make our way to the conference hall. Since it’s a performance reviewing meeting, Max is responsible for running the event today. My presence is just like the representation of the company head.

Camelia clutches to my side as if she would be taken away at any given moment. Not so enthusiastic to be my personal sectary now, are we?

“Do you want to stay at my office till the meeting ends?” I asked Camelia as she was obviously nervous with all the people around her.

“No, I want to stay with you.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Is something bothering you?” I ask as she’s clearly tense, she looks around nervously and shakes her head.

“We’ll talk about it when we get home, yeah?”

“Okay.” She agrees.

“So…where am I supposed to sit?” she asks as I claim the far corner seat on the rectangular table.

“On my lap, princess,” I smirk.

“Jokes aside, Rylan, where is my seat?” she asks, glancing around.

“On my f*****g lap.” I drop my playful tone into a serious one.

“I asked you beforehand if you wanted to stay at my office,” I say as I raise my eyebrow.

“Asshole.” I heard her mutter under her breath before she came and sat on my lap.

“Good girl.” I praise.

“Oh, shut up!” she snaps back and I chuckle.

It has been almost twenty minutes now, at what time does this meeting end?

Camelia starts to move, first, I thought she was adjusting herself so she’s more comfortable, but I was wrong.

She was grinding her hips into my pelvis and I tense at the realization. I really hope she doesn’t plan on getting f****d in front of almost thirty people who also happened to be my employees.

She’s been grinding on me for the past six minutes and I’m getting all worked up.

“You stop or I’m going to f**k you while all the people are still in the room.” I growl in her ear as I keep my eyes fixated on the presentation screen.”

She freezes and looks back at me, challenge glistering in her eyes. An evil grin creeps onto her lips, she almost looks like a crazy psycho who escaped the asylum.

She starts grinding against me with more pressure this time.

I let her do as she pleases for another two minutes.

The table covered half of our bodies, so I wasn’t concerned about anyone seeing us as I brought up her tight black skirt and slid a hand in between her inner thighs. A gasp escapes my lips when I feel her bare p***y against my hand.

So my little slut has no panties on.

She chuckles at my reaction. Guess I’ll have to punish her for such a slutty move.

I run my fingers along her folds, all the while keeping my gaze fixed on the presentation screen.

My jaw tightens when I feel how wet she truly is. f**k, this woman is going to be the death of me, the death I will so willingly accept.

I started rubbing her c**t slowly and torturously; no way I was going to give her what she needed after she acted like a little slut.

She tries to close her legs, “too late, princess.” I growl in her ear and trap her legs with mine to keep them wide open for my mercy.

After a few minutes, she’s already nearing her high, it looks like someone is too excited about this whole situation and getting caught at any given moment.

Two of my fingers are inside her while my thumb massages her swollen c**t. I feel her clenching around my finger and my d**k painfully throbs in my pants.

“You are allowed to c*m but dare to make any sound, you will regret it as soon as you come down from your high,” I warn her.

She nods her head in response. She’s truly being a good girl, keeping her gaze fixed on the screen without giving in to the fact that she’s being finger-f****d under the table.

The wicked part of me knew she would soon let out a sweet moan as she reached her high, and I waited till she did so I could have a reason to punish her. God, I love punishing her, and I know she likes to get punished too. Otherwise, there will be no explanation as to why her p***y starts to leak even more at the mention of punishments.

My fingers are slick with her juice, and I’m sure she’s going to leave a wet spot on my pants, but I’m too turned on to care about anything. I fasten the phase of my fingers going in and out of her.

“c*m for me,” I whisper in her ear. Those three words were enough to take her to her high, and as expected, a moan slipped past her lips, which she soon covered up with a cough.

A few employees turn their heads to see the source of the sound but most of them are unbothered by it.

“Lift your ass up for a quick second,” I growl in her ear. She complied with my request, knowing that another punishment would await her if she disobeyed me. She gets off my lap for a mere second as I unbutton my pants.

I wasn’t actually planning on f*****g her in a f*****g business meeting, but lately, she’s making me do things that I never thought I would do.

I slam her down on my awaiting d**k and a gasp leaves her lips. I need to be careful, I don’t want to give a free show to my employees while being too caught up in f*****g her tight wet cunt. Since Max went through the presentation beforehand, it won’t hurt to be lost in pleasure land with a woman who is possibly a demon sent by god as a punishment for all the sins I have committed in my life.

“Grind like you did before, bitch.” She doesn’t wait till I tell her twice and starts moving. God, does it feel like heaven when her warm, wet p***y clenches around my length.

I can feel her body tense above me as she tries her best to suppress a moan. I slowly creep my hand back to her core and start rubbing her c**t.

She twitches from the effect and an evil grin claims my lips. She knows better than to disobey me.

The meeting will end in about five minutes, and before that, I’ll have to finish off whatever I started.

I meet her grinding with my own thrusts, and I’m thankful that the conference hall is too spaced for anyone to notice; all of the employees are focused on Max’s presentation, and no one is paying attention to us even though they keep on hearing heavily, uneven breathes being released by us. Thought I highly doubt they heard anything except for Max’s voice blasting through the speakers.

I feel my d**k twitching as Camelia’s p***y tightly clenched around me, indicating her oncoming orgasm. I quickened my thrust as much as I could without giving away the fact that we were obviously f*****g in a conference hall.

Her body twitches and her p***y suffocates my d**k while a moan slips out her mouth, which is also covered up by a cough like she did before.

I let her ride her high and then reached my own climax, my gaze still glued to the presentation screen. My jaw tightens as I suppress a groan that is threatening to spill out of my lips. I feel hot streams of c*m erupt from my d**k and being lost inside her wet cunt.

I let her p***y milk me out before ordering her to move again, so I could readjust my pants.