Ruin Me,Daddy

Chapter 7

Monday morning hit like a fever dream.

I stood in front of my closet at 6:47 a.m., heart racing, staring at the black pencil skirt and cream silk blouse I'd chosen. The skirt was tight enough to hug every curve, the slit up the back just high enough to be dangerous. No panties just like he'd ordered. The cool air kissed my bare pussy with every movement, a constant filthy reminder that I was walking into Reed Enterprises completely exposed.

My nipples were already tight against the thin lace of my bra. I could still feel Lucian's hands on me from Saturday, the way he'd cupped me through my ruined dress and growled that I was his. The ache between my legs hadn't faded; if anything, it had deepened into a throbbing need that made me clench uselessly around nothing.

I slipped on sky-high black heels, smoothed my hair into a sleek ponytail, and added a touch of red lipstick. Professional on the outside. Whore for him on the inside.

The drive to the tower felt endless. When I stepped into the lobby, the marble floors echoed under my heels. People nodded politely, unaware that their new CEO had fucked me senseless two nights ago and was now waiting to play with me in front of the entire board.

The boardroom was already filling when I arrived at 8:55. Lucian sat at the head of the long glass table, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire in a navy suit that made his eyes look even darker. Sophia sat to his right, tablet ready. Ryan gave me an encouraging smile from the side, completely clueless.

Lucian's gaze locked on me the second I entered.

He didn't smile. He simply leaned back in his leather chair, one finger tapping slowly against the armrest, and let his eyes drag down my body pausing at my breasts, then lower, as if he could see straight through the skirt to my bare, dripping cunt.

"Ms. Harper," he said, voice smooth and professional. "You're on time. Impressive."

Heat flooded my face. I took my seat at the far end of the table, directly in his line of sight. As I crossed my legs, the slit in my skirt parted just enough to flash a glimpse of thigh. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

The presentation began.

I stood at the front, clicking through slides, voice steady even though my pulse was hammering. Market projections. Campaign visuals. Projected ROI. Every word felt distant, like someone else was speaking. Because under the table, Lucian's foot had found mine.

He pressed the toe of his expensive leather shoe against my ankle, then slowly slid it upward, pushing my legs apart. My breath hitched mid-sentence.

"which gives us a twelve percent uplift in Q3 engagement"

His foot moved higher, nudging my knees wider until I was forced to stand with my legs slightly parted. Cool air kissed my exposed pussy. I was already wet. Soaking. I could feel it starting to trickle down my inner thigh.

Lucian's expression never changed. He listened politely, nodding at the right moments, while his foot continued its slow, torturous exploration rubbing along my calf, then pressing firmly against my inner thigh, inches from where I needed him most.

I stumbled over a number.

"Ms. Harper?" he asked, voice laced with mock concern. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, Mr. Kane," I managed, gripping the clicker tighter. "Just... passionate about the campaign."

His eyes darkened with satisfaction.

As I continued, he shifted in his chair. A moment later, my phone vibrated silently on the table beside my notes.

One new message.

**Lucian Kane:** Spread your legs wider. Let me see how wet you are for Daddy.

My thighs trembled. I obeyed, inching my stance wider under the table. The slit in my skirt parted further. If anyone looked closely, they might notice. The risk sent a fresh gush of arousal leaking from me.

Another buzz.

**Lucian Kane:** Good girl. Now touch yourself. Two fingers. Slowly. Don't let them see.

My hand trembled as I pretended to adjust my notes. Under the table, I slipped two fingers between my folds. I was drenched. The slick sound was faint but obscene to my own ears. I circled my swollen clit once, twice biting the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.

Lucian watched me like a predator, his face calm while his eyes burned.

I rubbed faster, desperate, hips twitching subtly. The pressure built fast too fast. My breathing grew shallow. I was close. Right there in the middle of the boardroom, surrounded by twenty executives, with my boss commanding me to edge myself.

His next text came through:

**Lucian Kane:** Stop.

I froze, fingers glistening, body screaming in protest.

He stood smoothly as the presentation wrapped.

"Thank you, Ms. Harper. Excellent work. Everyone, take fifteen. Lila stay behind. I have notes on the deck."

The room emptied quickly. Ryan shot me a curious look but left with the others. Sophia closed the door behind the last person, giving me one last unreadable glance.

The second the lock clicked, Lucian was on me.

He spun me around, bending me over the long glass table. My breasts pressed against the cool surface, papers scattering. He kicked my heels apart, yanking my skirt up to my waist in one rough motion.

"Fuck," he growled, voice no longer professional. "Look at this pretty cunt. Dripping all over my boardroom floor because you couldn't stop thinking about Daddy's cock."

His fingers plunged inside me two thick digits curling instantly against that spot that made me see stars. I moaned loud, unable to hold it back.

He leaned over me, chest to my back, mouth at my ear.

"You were such a good girl in there. So wet for me while you talked business. Did you like knowing anyone could have seen how desperate you are?"

"Yes-Daddy-please-"

He pumped his fingers faster, thumb finding my clit, rubbing ruthless circles.

"Come," he ordered. "Come all over my hand right here where I make decisions every day. Soak the table I own."

The orgasm crashed through me violently. I cried out, body shaking, walls pulsing hard around his fingers as pleasure ripped me apart. My juices ran down his wrist, dripping onto the glass.

He didn't let me come down.

He pulled his fingers out, brought them to my mouth.

"Clean them."

I sucked greedily, tasting myself on him while he unzipped his pants behind me.

The thick head of his cock nudged my entrance hot, heavy, leaking.

"Beg for it," he rasped.

"Please, Daddy... fuck me. Ruin me right here on the table."

He thrust in hard all the way to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

I screamed his name into the glass.

He fucked me like he owned me. Deep, punishing strokes that slapped wetly against my ass. One hand fisted my ponytail, yanking my head back. The other cracked across my ass cheek-sharp, stinging.

"You're mine now," he growled with every thrust. "This pussy belongs to me. Say it."

"It's yours-Daddy-only yours-"

He reached around, rubbing my clit again, driving me toward another peak.

"Come with me," he commanded. "Milk my cock like the good little slut you are."

I shattered again, vision whiting out as my walls clamped down on him. Lucian groaned low and deep, slamming in one final time before flooding me with hot, thick ropes of cum. He stayed buried, grinding slow, making sure every drop stayed inside me.

When he finally pulled out, he smoothed my skirt down gently, almost tenderly. Turned me around. Kissed me slow and deep, tasting us both.

"Fix your lipstick," he murmured against my lips. "You have another meeting at eleven."

He tucked himself away, looking perfectly composed again.

As I reached the door on wobbly legs, cum already starting to leak down my thigh, his voice stopped me.

"Lila."

I looked back.

His eyes were soft for just a second. "You did well today, princess."

Then the mask slipped back into place.

"Dismissed."

I stepped out into the hallway, thighs slick with his cum, heart racing, body still buzzing.

This was only the beginning.

And I was already addicted.