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Unraveling Delilah 5

Delilah’s POV

I stepped out of Zedd’s private bathroom with my heart hammering against my ribs. The sleek, discreet vibrator was now nestled firmly against my c**t, the soft silicone warm from my body heat. I had barely taken two steps into the office when it buzzed to life without warning.

A low, steady vibration pulsed directly against my swollen, sensitive flesh.

“Oh—f**k,” I gasped sharply, my hand flying out to grab the doorframe for support. My knees buckled instantly. The sudden, relentless sensation sent sharp, electric sparks shooting up my spine and down my thighs. I couldn’t think. My mind went blank except for the overwhelming throb between my legs.

Zedd sat behind his massive desk, watching me with dark, predatory satisfaction. His stormy blue eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in every detail of my reaction, my flushed cheeks, my trembling thighs, and the way my fingers dug into the wood.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice low. “That look on your face is easily the best thing I’ve seen all morning, little storm.”

“Turn it off,” I hissed through gritted teeth. My free hand pressed against my lower belly as if that could somehow stop the maddening vibrations. “Zedd, please—”

He chuckled softly, the sound sending another shiver through me. “Already begging so sweetly? We haven’t even left this room yet.” He stood with that unhurried grace of his and walked around the desk, offering his arm like a perfect gentleman escorting a lady to dinner. “Shall we?”

I stared at his offered arm, panic rising fast. He wanted us to walk in public with this thing buzzing against me. “Zedd… I can’t walk like this. Not right now.”

“You can,” he said calmly, almost gently. “And you will. For me.”

Before I could form another protest, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small black remote. With a casual flick of his thumb, the vibrations stopped. The sudden absence left me dizzy with relief. I let out a heavy, shaky breath, my shoulders sagging as the tension drained from my body.

“Thank you,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

His smile deepened, something almost affectionate flickering in his eyes. “Take my arm, Delilah.”

I hesitated for only a second before slipping my hand through the crook of his elbow. The solid heat of his body pressed against my side felt far too intimate already. We walked out of his office together, my heels clicking against the tiled floors. Every step reminded me of what was waiting between my thighs.

The moment we stepped through the wide double doors into the large conference room filled with executives and board members, the vibrator roared back to life, this time on a much higher, more insistent setting.

I jolted violently, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping my lips before I could choke it back. My thighs clamped together hard, but that only pressed the device more firmly against my c**t.

Zedd leaned down, his warm breath brushing my ear as he whispered, “Your moments of grace end right here, little storm. Try to keep that pretty face composed.”

He guided me smoothly through the room with effortless charm, introducing me to the men and women gathered. “Everyone, this is Delilah Moonbane, a respected business associate who will be joining us today. Delilah, please make yourself comfortable.”

I forced a polite, professional smile, nodding to the room while my legs trembled beneath me. The vibrations pulsed relentlessly against my already oversensitive c**t, sending wave after wave of unwanted pleasure through my core. Zedd pulled out my chair beside him at the head of the long table, ever the gentleman, and I sank into it gratefully.

The meeting began.

Zedd launched into his presentation with complete authority, his deep voice steady and commanding as he discussed quarterly projections, strategic acquisitions, and market expansions. To everyone else in the room, he looked utterly in control. Meanwhile, under the table, his thumb played with the remote casually, as if it were nothing more than a stress toy.

He started on a low, teasing setting. It was a gentle, constant hum that made me shift uncomfortably in my seat. Heat bloomed across my cheeks. My n*****s tightened painfully against the fabric of my burgundy dress.

“Mrs. Moonbane,” one of the older executives said after a few minutes, frowning with concern, “are you feeling alright? You look rather flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I managed, my voice tighter than I wanted. “Just… coming down with a bit of the flu. It’s nothing.”

Zedd’s lips twitched in a barely suppressed smirk beside me. Without missing a beat in his discussion, he increased the intensity.

The vibrations jumped higher. I bit down hard on my lower lip, fighting back the moan that threatened to spill out. My thighs clenched so tightly my muscles ached. Sweat beaded along my hairline and every nerve ending between my legs felt alive and screaming.

“Zedd,” I whispered desperately under my breath, leaning slightly toward him while pretending to take notes. “Please… not so strong.”

“Be a good girl and stay quiet,” he murmured back without even glancing at me, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Or do you want them all to know how wet your pretty p***y is right now?”

The filthy words combined with the pulsing toy made me whimper softly. I gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white.

He kept alternating the settings throughout the long meeting, low teasing pulses that made me squirm, then sudden sharp spikes that nearly pushed me over the edge. I was losing my mind. My panties were soaked. My breathing had grown shallow and erratic. I could barely focus on the words being spoken around the table.

Halfway through, just as I felt myself teetering dangerously close to the edge, he suddenly turned it off.

I nearly sagged forward in my chair, sucking in deep, grateful breaths. My body trembled with the denied release. For one blissful minute, I could think again.

“You’re doing beautifully,” Zedd murmured softly, almost affectionately, while continuing his presentation.

But the mercy was cruel and short-lived. Less than two minutes later, he switched the vibrator back on, and this time, it was stronger than before.

I had to press my fist against my mouth to stifle the moan that tore from my throat. My hips jerked involuntarily in the chair. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly, vicious and unrelenting.

By the time the meeting finally concluded and the last executive filed out of the room, I was a complete wreck. My legs felt like jelly, and I could barely stand. My entire body was flushed and trembling with unspent need.

Zedd closed the heavy door behind the final person, then turned to face me. His eyes burned with dark hunger.

“You were such a good girl for me today, Delilah,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

He crossed the room in two strides and pulled me against him, backing me up until my hips hit the edge of his large desk.

“Zedd… the door isn’t locked,” I whispered frantically as his hand slid under the hem of my dress. “Someone could walk in any second—”

“Let them,” he growled softly, pushing the soaked vibrator aside. Two thick fingers thrust deep inside my dripping p***y without hesitation, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Are you scared they’ll finally see how naughty you really are for me, little storm?”

I moaned, my head falling back. “We can’t… not here—”

But my protests dissolved quickly. His fingers pumped deep and steady, his thumb circling my swollen c**t with expert movements while the vibrator continued its low buzz against me. The dual sensation was overwhelming.

“Oh god… Zedd…” I moaned, my hips rocking desperately against his hand.

“That’s it,” he murmured hotly against my neck. “Let me hear those pretty sounds. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me.”

I stopped fighting entirely. My moans grew louder, shameless, echoing softly in the large office as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. My walls clenched around his fingers, tighter and tighter.

“I’m going to— I can’t hold it—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice dark and possessive.

The orgasm crashed over me hard and suddenly. I cried out sharply, my entire body seizing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through me. My p***y pulsed violently around his fingers, slick coating his hand as I came harder than I had in years.

Zedd worked me through every aftershock, slow and thorough, murmuring soft praises against my ear until the last tremors finally faded. Only then did he gently withdraw his fingers, straighten my dress with careful hands, and step back.

We both looked composed again, at least on the surface.

I was still trying to catch my breath, cheeks flushed and legs unsteady, when the office door swung open without warning.

Karyk walked in.