Naughty Confessions

The skyline of the city was a shimmering grid of amber and steel, but from the sixty-fifth floor of Sterling Enterprises, the world looked like a collection of playthings. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, my reflection ghosted against the dark sky. I was wearing a charcoal pencil skirt that hugged my hips and a silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at the lace beneath. I knew why I was here. This wasn't a meeting about quarterly projections or hostile takeovers.

This was about me.

"You look tense, Tessa," a voice vibrated from the shadows of the massive mahogany desk.

Sterling, the CEO, stepped into the light. He was the epitome of old-money power-sharp, silver-haired at the temples, and possessing a gaze that dismantled people. He sat in his leather chair, a glass of neat scotch in his hand.

"I'm just waiting for the 'negotiation' to begin," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt.

"Patience," Sterling murmured. "Our guest is here."

The heavy double doors of the office opened, and Hollis walked in. He was the shark from the firm across the street-younger, leaner, and radiating a predatory hunger. He didn't look at Sterling. He looked at me, his eyes dragging slowly from my heels to my throat.

"Sterling," Hollis nodded, tossing a leather portfolio onto the desk. "Let's skip the pleasantries. You have the merger papers. I have the capital. But we both know the signature isn't what I'm here for."

"I'm aware," Sterling said, leaning back. "Gage, lock the doors."

From the corner of the room, Gage, Sterling's quiet and observant executive assistant, moved with silent efficiency. He clicked the deadbolt and drew the heavy motorized blinds, plunging the office into a cocoon of dim, amber light. Gage was younger than the others, with a broad-shouldered frame that suggested he spent more time in the gym than behind a desk. He caught my eye, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Tessa, come here," Sterling commanded.

I walked toward the desk, the click of my heels echoing in the silence. Sterling grabbed my waist and pulled me between his legs. He didn't say a word as he reached up, unzipping my skirt and letting it pool around my ankles. I stood there in my sheer black stockings and lace thong, the cool air of the office biting at my skin.

"Look at her, Hollis," Sterling said, his hand roaming over my hip. "The most valuable asset in the building. And tonight, she's the only prize on the table."

Hollis approached, his hand reaching out to grip my chin. "She's wasted on you, Sterling. You treat her like a trophy. I'd treat her like a toy."

"Then prove it," Sterling challenged. "Show me why I should let you take her."

Hollis didn't hesitate. He shoved me down onto the mahogany desk, scattering pens and paper. He hiked my legs up over his shoulders, exposing my pussy to the dim light. I was already slick, the power play in the room acting like a drug on my system.

"You're already dripping for him," Hollis hissed, his voice dark with a cruel praise. "Beg for my cum like a filthy whore, Tessa. Tell me you want the competition to ruin you."

"I want it," I gasped, my hands clawing at the leather desk pad. "Please... show me."

Hollis unzipped, his cock springing free-a thick, angry pillar of muscle. He didn't use any lube. He positioned the head at my entrance and drove home in one violent, heavy slide. I felt my body stretch and groan as he seated himself deep. He began to fuck me with a raw, animalistic energy, his hips slamming against my ass with a rhythmic, meaty thud.

"Sterling, look at her face," Hollis panted, his sweat dripping onto my chest. "She loves being used while you watch."

Sterling didn't look away. He leaned forward, his eyes dark with a voyeuristic hunger. "Gage," he muttered. "She's thirsty."

Gage stepped forward, unzipping his trousers. As he stepped into the light, even Hollis paused for a split second. The quiet assistant was surprisingly, monstrously well-endowed. Gage didn't say a word. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head back, and shoved himself past my lips.

"Open that mouth, for me, yesss just like that," Gage whispered, his first words of the night.

I gagged as he bottomed out in the back of my throat, his size stretching my jaw to the limit. I was being used from both ends-the rival firm hammering into my pussy while the assistant fucked my throat. The overstimulation was total. I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of Hollis moving inside me and the muffled grunts of Gage as he used my mouth.

Sterling stood up, walking around the desk. He reached down, his hand striking my ass in a sharp, stinging crack. "Again," he ordered. Crack! He spanked me until my cheeks were a bright, burning red, the pain mixing with the heat of the sex.

"Tessa... Tessa..." Hollis groaned my name, his pace becoming a blur of motion. He was nearing his limit, his hands gripping my waist so hard his fingers left deep, dark bruises. "I'm going to fucking cum. I'm going to fill you so full Sterling will have to watch you leak my seed all over his fancy rug."

He gave one final, lunging thrust, his body stiffening as he flooded my pussy with wave after wave of hot, thick seed. I felt the searing heat of his release expanding inside me, a deep, pulsing sensation that triggered my own climax. I screamed against Gage's shaft, my internal muscles clenching around Hollis in a violent, frantic rhythm.

Gage pulled out of my mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting us. "My turn to mark the asset," he panted.

He swapped places with Hollis, flipping me over so I was on all fours on the desk. He entered me from behind with a force that made the glass-walled office rattle. He was even thicker than Hollis, his entry a brutal, dry stretch that made me sob into the mahogany.

"Take this cock all the way," Gage grunted, his hands finding my tits and squeezing them until I saw stars. He began to fuck me with a relentless, mechanical pace.

Sterling stepped in front of me, his own cock out and leaking. He didn't enter a hole. He grabbed his shaft, stroking himself with a frantic energy while he watched Gage ruin me.

"I'm going to fucking cum," Sterling announced, his voice a guttural rasp. "I want to see your eyes when I mark you, Tessa."

The first jet of his cum hit my cheek, hot and heavy. Then another splashed across my lips and nose, painting my face in the white heat of his release. Gage followed a moment later, let out a guttural groan as he came deep inside my ass, the pressure of his release filling my bowels with a heavy, internal heat.

I lay there on the desk, shivering, my legs finally going limp. The three of them stood over me, their shadows looming large against the city lights. Hollis reached down, his finger tracing a line through the cum on my forehead.

"The merger is approved," Hollis said, his voice cold and satisfied as he looked at Sterling. "But I think we need to discuss the daily operating procedures for our shared asset."