Ruined in secret; Yes Daddies

On your knees...

Lara.

" Let's continue from where we left, Miss Lara." He whispered, pretending to organise his folders, and a shudder almost left my lips.

He directed his gaze forward, locked on the presenter, and yet, under the table, his strong hand separated my thighs, and before I could savour that feeling, the heat in his hands, the force in them, he pushed two fingers in, roughly, and tears welled up in my eyes, from the controlled pleasure.

Under my bra, my n*****s hardened, to the point that it pained.

My core was throbbing, my skin burned, and I took my bottom lip in between my teeth, to stop myself from moaning, as I looked at the presenter, pretending to be following, but I wasn't.

How could I if Ethan's fingers were teasing my c*nt so hard that I wanted to cry?

Given our position, he couldn't dive them as deeply as I wanted, as he wanted, but whatever he was giving, the measured finger thrusts, the gentle circling and occasional heated gazes, had me almost squirming in my seat.

Heavens! I was scared and excited at the same time. The fire that was burning through me was just hard to explain.

We were in the boardroom, in a board meeting, several executives present, my husband seated right before me, his gaze strained to the stage, while my ex fingered me, slowly, quietly, and I could only take it silently, locking my llips shut even when I wanted to moan, to beg...

Just then, Ethan turned to look at me, and when our gazes locked, his heated and mine vulnerable, his eyes darkened. I must have looked like some miserable b*tch, begging for a f**k, and heavens, I was. I would spread my legs right on the mahogany table if he ordered me to.

I felt like crying. I hated and loved his teasing at the same time.

Under my panties, my core was throbbing, aching, begging, already dripping wet with juices..

" Are you okay, Secretary Lara?" Cold, and sickly concerned, Derek's voice called out, and my body froze, with my cunt clenching around Ethan's fingers. f**k! That sinful Ethan! He knew the kind of fix that I was in, and yet, he didn't stop. He kept on going, pushing his fingers in and out of my c**t, faster, harder, and now, I had to try and act like I wasn't about to c*m, around my Ex's fingers while forcing a smile at my husband.

And Derek, the last time I checked, he had his gaze locked on the projector. When did he turn to face me? My expression must have faltered from all the pleasure.

" Mmmmh...I..I am okay." f**k! I almost moaned in response. And instead of reassuring him, Derek's face looked more suspicious as he looked at me, as if trying to see through me.

Under the desk, my world was exploding, though..

My thighs were tightly clenched, every nerve in my body was vibrating, from pleasure, and then the tension built up so much that tears glistened in the corners of my eyes.

I was about to c*m.

Holy f*****g hell! I was about to c*m in the boardroom under, my husband's watch, just from Ethan's magical fingers.

My whole body relaxed, and I wasn't sure I was going to keep my mouth shut when I finally hit the peak. Then clearly, that was going to be the end of me...

I clasped my hands over my mouth, forced myself to look focused, my fingers trembling as I pretended to write something on my notebook.

And just before the pleasure hit, he withdrew his fingers, and my body went all numb.

Displeasure and relief painted my face as I turned to look at him, my eyes filled with question marks.

He just smirked, subtly, before he rose to his feet, and cleared his throat.

The presenter, who, if I wasn't mistaken, was the fifth was stopped mid-sentence. The entire presentation had passed in a blur, with just me floating between pleasure and panic, and I swear, it was something I had never experienced before, and given another chance, I would do it again, only this time, I would love to be seated on Ethan's c**k, during a presentation.

" I think I have heard enough." His deep voice dispelled the silence, and I clenched my thighs. His voice was still uneven from the intensity of what he had been doing to me under the table.

" I am convinced that my money is in safe hands."He added, and there was almost a hint of mockery in his voice as he said the my money part.

" As long as you are satisfied, Mr Harts. " Derek wore a professional smile as he spoke.

" It was a pleasure having you on the premises. If you don't mind, maybe you and I can have a talk in my office, over coffee.." Dreke suggested, and at his words, my heart fell. Was he suspecting something? Had he noticed our little moments?

As the different possibilities ran through my mind, my heartbeat became erratic.

" While I would love to join you for a cup of coffee, " Ethan dragged, his gaze now on me unfiltered, and all eyes were strained my way. I had never wanted to sink into the ground as much as I wanted to do in the moment..

" I think I have more pressing matters to tend to." His voice was serious, and yet, there was a smile playing on my lips.

Something important to tend to? As in to f*ck me? My n*****s hardened just from the thought.

" But," He paused, his gaze now locked with Derek's.

"I can spare a few minutes for a tour." He revealed, and I clenched my thighs.

" I can give you.." Derek stated, only to be interrupted by Ethan's voice, laced with subtle mockery, which, only I could note. I knew, more than anyone else, how much Ethan hated Derek after all. I was even surprised that he had talked that much to him without losing it.

" You are still the young Master Tates, after all. Giving a tour should be beneath you, right?" He asked, and, the somehow clueless Derek looked relieved, almost grateful as he nodded his head in understanding.

" Let one of your secretaries show me around, instead. " Saying that, his gaze locked on me, and Derek looked relaxed as he pointed at me..

" Secretary Lara, show Sir Harts around." He ordered, like he was punishing me, what he didn't know was that I wanted to thank him with a kiss on his cheek! I couldn't wait to be alone with Ethan, after all.

" Do it professionally. Mr Harts is the company's chief shareholder. " As if he had just remembered something, Derek instructed, sternly, and I gave a very professional nod.

" I will, Mr Tates. I will make sure that Mr Harts is thoroughly satisfied with my professionalism. " I added, and while Derek looked pleased, Ethan wore an amused smile.

Derek had no idea! I was going to satisfy the chief shareholder so much that by the time he would be leaving, the tip of his c**k was going to be red and painful..

"This way, Mr Harts," My voice came out as a controlled whimper as I whispered, already leading the way, swaying my hips a little just to torture him.

They were left in the boardroom, oblivious to the storm brewing between the chief shareholder and the CEO's secretary.

"That right there is the cafeteria. " I whispered, my voice weak as I pointed in some direction.

"And if I want to f**k you, Secretary Lara, where should I go?" He asked, the greed in his voice hardly concealed and my breath caught.

" At the rooftop, a floor away, there are restrooms. " I whispered, turning to face him, my gaze clouded with desire.

" Not frequently used..." I slurred, suggestively.

" There, the chief shareholder can f**k the secretary," I whispered, circling him, as I discreetly unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my cleavage, not too much..Just enough to have him completely losing it.

His fingers were tightly clenched. I could see it. He was fighting the urge to tear my shirt and squeeze those full mounts...

" Lead the f*****g way, Lara!" He ordered, and even before his words could land, I was already walking towards the elevator.

There were cameras in the elevator, and no matter how much we were itching to kiss, we stayed apart, barely.

In the clean and enormous washroom,

He didn't even lock the door properly before he slammed my lips into his, and before I could fully immerse myself, he pulled away.

" On your knees, Lara," He ordered, already unzipping his pants.

" I want you to choke on my d**k,"

" Now!"