The video call screen glowed on the mahogany desk like a live wire. Sophia’s face filled the frame—blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, London apartment lights soft behind her, eyes bright with innocent concern. “Ava? Dad, why is she being so quiet? Put her on camera for a second.”
Rain pounded the study windows in heavy sheets, turning the Puget Sound into a black, raging void. The Blackwood estate felt like a pressure cooker—marble halls silent, staff dismissed for the night, only the storm and our ragged breathing filling the space.
I was bent over Damien’s desk, his thick c**k buried balls-deep inside my dripping cunt, stretching me wide. The shirt I wore—his shirt—was shoved up to my neck, my t**s pressed against scattered papers and the cool wood. His release from earlier still lea
