SIN ON THE 28TH FLOOR

Chapter 9: Corporate Espionage

Emma slumped into her desk chair Monday morning, the lake house weekend still clinging to her like a second skin. Her body ached in that deep, satisfying way that made sitting uncomfortable. The drive back had been silent torture her mom chatting happily about how nice it was to have “the boys” along, while dried c*m flaked under her sundress and her ass throbbed from Marcus taking her one last time in the boathouse before they left. She’d smiled through family brunch like nothing happened. Now reality was back, colder and sharper under the fluorescent lights.

Sarah dropped off coffee with a concerned look. “You’re glowing but also look like you need a vacation from your vacation. Is everything okay after the lake trip?”

“Fine. Just… family stuff.” Emma forced a sip. The lie tasted bitter. Her phone had two group texts waiting: Ryan demanding a midday “briefing,” Marcus sending a clipped message about reviewing client files. Business as usual, except it wasn’t.

By 10 AM she was deep in the shared drive, cross-referencing European leads for the Thompson expansion. That’s when she found it. A folder labeled “Confidential Q3 Pipeline” that shouldn’t have been accessible to her level. Inside were emails, client lists, and proposals that looked suspiciously familiar. Apex clients. But the language, the pricing undercuts, the exact pain points they mirrored drafts from Marcus’s rival agency. Someone was leaking.

Her stomach dropped. Marcus’s company. Was he playing both sides? Or was someone using their… arrangement to sabotage Apex?

She printed a few pages discreetly, heart pounding, and slipped them into her bag. Confrontation was coming. She just didn’t know which man would strike first.

Ryan called her in at 11:30. Marcus was already there, leaning against the conference table in the same executive room where they’d first taken her together. The blinds were fully closed this time. Tension crackled.

“Close the door, Emma,” Ryan said, voice deceptively calm. “And lock it.”

She did. The folder felt heavy in her hands.

Marcus’s eyes narrowed when she pulled out the printouts. “What the f**k is this?”

“You tell me,” she shot back, voice shakier than she wanted. “These are our client strategies. Word for word in places. Your agency is poaching, Marcus. Or someone inside Apex is feeding them. Either way, it looks bad.”

Ryan’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, gray eyes cold. “You went digging without telling us?”

“I was doing my job. Unlike whatever game you two are playing with me.” The words spilled out, raw. “I’m not just your office w***e. I have a career here. If this blows up, I’m the one who loses everything.”

Marcus laughed, but there was no humor in it. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the table. “Cute. You think you can play detective now? After spreading your legs for us all weekend?”

Ryan moved behind her, caging her between them. “Time for an interrogation, then. Strip.”

Emma’s breath hitched. This wasn’t the fun, filthy game anymore. There was real anger here. Real stakes. But her traitorous body still responded, n*****s tightening as they peeled off her blouse and skirt. She stood in just her bra and panties, trembling.

“On the table. On your back,” Ryan ordered.

They tied her wrists to the legs at one end with their ties, stretching her arms above her head. Her legs were spread wide and secured to the other end. Completely exposed under the harsh lights. Marcus pulled her panties aside roughly, fingers tracing her already-wet folds.

“Look at this. Soaking just from being questioned. Pathetic little spy slut.”

Ryan fetched something from his desk drawer a small bullet vibrator. He pressed it against her c**t on low. The buzz shot through her instantly. “You’re going to tell us everything you saw, everything you suspect. And you don’t come until we believe you.”

The interrogation began. Marcus questioned her while Ryan controlled the vibrator, edging her mercilessly. Every time she got close, he pulled it away. She squirmed, hips bucking against nothing, tears of frustration pricking her eyes.

“I just found the folder today,” she gasped. “I wasn’t hiding anything. Please”

Marcus slapped her inner thigh. “Louder. And spread wider.” He pushed two fingers into her p***y, pumping slowly while Ryan ramped up the vibe. The denial was excruciating. Pleasure built, coiled tight, then ripped away again and again.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Ryan growled, pinching her n****e hard. “Our perfect little stepsister w***e, digging through files while our c*m is still leaking out of her from the lake house.”

Emma broke after the fourth denial. She babbled everything how the pricing matched, the client names, her fear that it would tank her promotion. Snot and tears mixed with sweat on her face. Her p***y was swollen, dripping onto the mahogany table.

Marcus finally nodded. “She’s telling the truth. For now.”

Ryan’s eyes darkened with approval. “Reward time. But you’re going to squirt for us like the messy slut you are.”

They untied her legs but kept her wrists bound. Marcus climbed onto the table, sliding his thick c**k into her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust. Ryan positioned the vibrator back on her c**t on high and worked two fingers into her ass.

The fullness was overwhelming. Marcus f****d her with deep, punishing strokes while Ryan’s fingers curled and the vibe buzzed mercilessly. “Come for us now. Soak the f*****g table.”

Emma shattered. The orgasm hit like a wave, her walls clenching hard around Marcus as she squirted messy, uncontrollable sprays soaking his abs and the table beneath her. She screamed, body convulsing, the release so intense her vision whited out for a second.

They didn’t stop. Marcus kept pounding through it, chasing his own release while Ryan choked her lightly, praising her degradation. “Good girl. Look at the mess your w***e cunt made. Our perfect spy toy.”

Marcus came deep inside her with a groan. Ryan took his turn immediately after, flipping her onto her stomach across the table and railing her from behind while Marcus made her clean his c**k with her mouth. Another orgasm built fast, this one smaller but still shaking her before Ryan pulled out and painted her ass with his load.

They left her there for a minute, wrists still tied, c*m and squirt dripping down her thighs onto the expensive wood. Emma felt wrecked. Exposed. The corporate betrayal plot suddenly felt bigger than her shame.

Marcus untied her eventually, helping her clean up with tissues from the side cabinet. There was almost tenderness in the way he wiped her face. “We’ll handle the leak. You stay out of it from now on.”

Ryan straightened his tie, back to CEO mode. “This doesn’t leave this room. But if you find anything else, you bring it straight to us. Understood?”

Emma nodded, pulling her clothes back on with shaky hands. Her skirt stuck to her wet thighs. “Understood.”

Back at her desk an hour later, pretending to work while her body still buzzed and ached, the guilt crashed harder. She’d c*m like a fountain while they interrogated her. Her stepbrother and boss had used the threat of corporate espionage to break her even further. And part of her had loved every second.

Sarah poked her head in. “Client call in ten. Are you good?”

Emma smiled weakly. “Yeah. Just another Monday.”

But inside, the cracks were widening. The lines between pleasure, power, and real danger were blurring fast. She didn’t know who to trust anymore including herself.