His hand clamped over my mouth as I moaned, his mouth against my ear as he whispered, “You better be quiet, whore, or I won’t let you come.”
I bit my lip, and his hand moved to my throat, holding me in place as he fucked me from behind. I could feel myself spiraling, the pressure in my lower abdomen building as he reached around me to rub my clit slowly. My moans became breathy to my own ears, my breathing shallow and fast as he whispered, “The client needs these files by Tuesday, so they need to be sent to the sales department by Friday afternoon.”
I blinked rapidly and looked around the room, trying to see if anyone noticed my lapse in attention. The boardroom was reasonably quiet and dark, all of us sitting around the table as my boss droned on about different accounts in front of his PowerPoint. People occasionally turned to their neighbors and asked a clarifying question or two. No one was looking at me. I was safe, for now. I rested my elbow on the cool surface of the table, and placed my fist under my chin. I avoided looking to my left, since that’s how my boardroom fantasy started in the first place.