In an instant he reached out for the lapel of her jacket, tugging the hidden strap beneath. A short retractable leash rolled out from the neck, and with a sharp tug down Pam was pulled to her knees. 'There's a good girl, you just climb right on under.'
Almost as soon as she was hidden from sight the first board member walked in. Pam could only see a pair of heels and slender legs. She listened to the slightly muffled pleasantries exchanged between Mr Foster and the new arrival. More people entered, a dozen or so in quick succession, and Pam had to quickly shuffle out of the way to avoid being seen as they pulled back their chairs.
Foster took a seat at the head of the table, only recognizable by the distinctive pinstripe of his trousers, and Pam carefully crawled toward him. She saw that he'd attached her leash to a hook beside him on the underside of the table, and as she crawled slowly past the legs of the board members he reached down to give it a light tug.
Above her she heard the familiar chatter of a typical board meeting, dull and dry, filled with updates of product lines she'd never heard of. It was clear from Foster's voice that he found it all painfully boring.
Finally she reached him. She kneeled on all fours between his open legs, her knees scratching against the rough carpet and the dildo pulling tight against her clit, and reached up to his fly. Beneath it she felt him already swelling, sensing the heat of his cock through the fabric. She gently, carefully pulled down the zipper and reached inside to free him, finding him growing by the second under the table.
His erection popped out eagerly, growing by the second in her hands. For a moment she crouched with it resting in her palm as she watched it swell, excited and grateful at the thought that Foster was thinking of her as he grew harder.
First she wrapped her fist delicately around the shaft, lifting it as it grew more solid beneath her fingers. She dipped her head between his legs and drew her tongue across his hot, tight ball sac, and grinned to herself as she heard his voice catch in his throat above the table. He covered it with a cough.
Already the tip of his cock was growing wet. In the dim light beneath the table she could see a tiny bead of clear liquid form, and she delighted in licking it off with the wet tip of her tongue. She blew lightly on him, feeling his balls tighten with anticipation.
The moment she closed her lips over the head she felt something she'd been dreading. His scent filled her nose, driving her insensible with desire, and as the dildo slipped and thrust into her with each movement she knew she was about to come. Since she'd stepped into the elevator she knew it was inevitable. She'd been holding off her arousal, but now her mouth and nose were full of the delicious, intoxicating taste and scent of her man she knew she could resist no longer.
She also knew she didn't dare make a sound. To give away the fact that she was down here would be disastrous, she knew, but that thought only made her climax come all the quicker. The idea of being caught with Mr Foster's stiff, thick cock filling her mouth as she lay with a slick black shaft buried deep in her tight, dripping pussy drove her to distraction. She could barely fight the urge to climb out into the room, lay herself naked in the table and invite Foster to take her while everyone watched.
Pam gripped Foster's thighs as the first wage of convulsions flowed through her. She pressed her lips tight around his shaft to stop herself from moaning, but nothing could stop the freight train of an orgasm approaching. Her hands automatically moved to her skirt, leaving her weight balanced on the thick shaft of Foster's cock. She pulled up her skirt, forgetting about the dildo attached to it, and almost screamed as it pulled sharply against her throbbing, twitching clit.
Now she lay with one hand running along the drenched, gushing lips of her pussy while the other hand hiked her skirt up at the front, forcing the dildo to press hard against her. She could barely breathe. Foster's enormous shaft stretched her lips wide and buried itself in the back of her throat, and her eyes began to water as she gamely tried to run her tongue around the base.
Above the desk the meeting was wrapping up, but not quickly enough. She knew she'd be done coming long before the board members left. I can't stay quiet much longer! Get the fuck out!
She prayed silently as Foster thanked everyone for their attendance and settled on the date for the next meeting. She squeezed her eyes closed as he asked if there was any other business to attend to, and almost yelled out in thanks when nobody spoke. Now her finger were buried deep inside her, thrusting in and out as she imagined Foster's firm cock filling her. In her mouth she felt him begin to twitch, pulling back slightly as his orgasm grew ever closer.
Finally, a century after it began, the meeting drew to a close. She heard chairs scrape back and footsteps fade away, and eventually Foster's own chair pulled back pulling her with it as her weight shifted forward in his waist.
She rolled to the floor, out from under the table and onto her back. Foster looked down hungrily at her convulsing, writhing body. Her jacket hung open and her pink, pert nipples thrust out from the tight holes in her blouse. Her skirt was up around her waist, only attached to her by the shaft still pressing firmly against her red, swollen clitoris. Her eyes were glazed and her lips wet, and Foster grinned at the sight of her frantically slipping her fingers in and out of herself.
She could barely mouth her words. Between ragged gasps she implored to him, 'Please! Please fuck me, sir!'. He didn't need to be asked twice. He fell to the ground, looming over her. For a moment she feared a repeat of the sex in the elevator, a rough and desperate fucking that would end with her lying alone in torn clothes.
Instead he kissed her, touching her lips with his for the first time. His tongue thrust into her mouth hungrily, passionately, and as it did he reached down and pulled her hands from her pussy, slipped the slick shaft of the dildo carefully from her.
He pulled away from her, returning moments later to gently kiss her ear. 'You're beautiful, Miss Rose,' he whispered, his hot breath flowing over her neck. 'You've earned your place.'
His words barely registered. The sensations flowing through her were just too strong, unstoppable and overwhelming. She felt Foster straddle her, lowering himself into her and running the top of his hard shaft against her tender, desperately quivering clit. It was all she needed for her climax to reach its peak. She yelled out, moaning at the top of her voice, and as she convulsed beneath him she felt Foster's - Robert's - orgasm arrive. He gushed inside her, filling her to bursting with his juice, and as her voice rose even louder he pressed his lips against hers to silence her cries, redirecting her energy down to her throbbing, aching pussy.
Chapter Four
Pam didn't remember when she passed out, but at some point after the waves of ecstasy had passed her eyes closed and she left the waking world. She woke in confusion, taking a moment to remember where she was.
I was in the conference room. I... but why am I here? She noticed for the first time the long, comfortable couch beneath her, and as the fog clouding her mind cleared she saw that she was in another office, richly furnished and cool. She was wrapped in a warm, thick blanket, and she realized she was naked beneath it.
A door opened and she flinched, ready to bolt in shame, but when she saw who entered she relaxed instantly. It was Robert.
'Where am I? How did I get here?'
Robert smiled, and for the first time Pam noticed the warmth in his eyes. 'This is my office, Pamela. I carried you here. The conference room is just next door.' He set down a tray beside her, on which sat a teapot and two china cups. 'I should apologize. I think I may have asked too much of you to walk around all day with that toy inside. It seems it was a little much for you.'
She wanted to protest, assure him that she loved his gift. She'd never felt so alive as she did when she wore it. Even so, to come so hard that she passed out had never happened before. Perhaps he was right.
'Now, you just sit there and enjoy your drink. Pamela, we have so much to discuss.'
He leaned over to kiss her gently on the for
ehead, and she couldn't help but smile.
Something wonderful was about to happen...
WITH HIS CONSENT
DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRE
by
Aya Fukunishi
Chapter One
'Pamela, I'd like to tell you a story about a young man with a peculiar gift. Are you sitting comfortably?'
Pam shifted deeper into the Chesterfield, burying herself in its thick stuffing. She'd never felt more comfortable in her life. 'Yes, please tell me,' she whispered contentedly. Robert Foster's rich, smooth voice flowed over her like honey.
'Well, this young man was fortunate enough to be born into money. Not a great amount, you understand, but his family had always been more than comfortable. He was blessed, you might say. Unfortunately fate has no respect for wealth, and tragedy can strike even the most affluent among us. The young man's parents were taken before their time, and he was left alone in the world. He had money, of course, and people who kept him safe, but it brought little consolation.'
Pam looked deep into his eyes and knew that Robert was talking about himself. She'd learned that his parents had been killed in a car accident when he was just twelve years old.
'In those first few terrible months the young man was distraught. Everything he'd ever known had been taken from him and he found himself, as the sole beneficiary of his parents' estate, in control of the family business. He was far too young to shoulder such a burden, but he soon discovered something that changed his life forever.
'He found that he had an almost preternatural gift for identifying worth. Some called it instinct, intuition or just plain luck, but for whatever reason this young man - this boy - found that he could glance at the balance sheet of any company, walk across a factory floor, and know immediately if the company was worth its stated value. It was a skill that analysts and speculators spend entire careers trying to perfect, and this young boy seemed able to do it without an ounce of training or experience.'
Robert sat back in his armchair and reached for the humidor beside it, selecting a thick Cohiba Behike. He rolled it between his fingers for a moment before lighting it with a long wooden match. The tip glowed cherry red as he puffed.
'In just a few years the young man became rich beyond his wildest dreams. By the time he graduated college he controlled a business empire almost unrivaled in history. He owned a fleet of private jets, luxury yachts, fast cars and homes everywhere from Jackson Hole to Manhattan to the Champs Élysées. He employed thousands of people around the world. There was nothing he couldn't do. Nothing he couldn't buy.
'But then he learned that his gift went even further. He learned that it wasn't only the worth of companies he could analyze, but people. He could meet a CEO and discover in a moment that he was out of his depth, or bump into a hot dog vendor on the street and surmise that he had the potential to change the world. And so he started investing in people. He hired people with no experience and watched them thrive. He put business leaders out to pasture to save them from their own inadequacies.'
The cigar smoke drifted towards the ceiling, filling the room with a rich, dark aroma.
'And that's how we come to you, Pamela. You may think that our meeting in the elevator was accidental, but you'd be wrong. In fact I've been watching you for months, Miss Rose. Earlier this year your name appeared on my desk as part of a cost cutting proposal. Your position at this company is, as I'm sure you already know, quite superfluous, and your superiors advised me to let you go.'
Pam's shock was plain to see. She knew her job was meaningless, but she had no idea she'd even been noticed. After eight years of anonymity she thought nobody even realized she existed.
'So I looked over your files, Pamela, and I did some digging. What I found was quite interesting. You came here out of college with high hopes that you'd climb the company ladder. You found yourself transferred after six months to the records department, where you've been ever since. You were on the management fast track, but eventually you requested to remain in your current role - no doubt as a result of the fact that your brother was released into your care from a drug rehab facility, and his ongoing psychological problems were too much of a burden to juggle with a management role. Am I right?'
Pam jumped in, speaking for the first time with a hint of anger in her voice. 'How do you know about my brother?' Only her closest friends knew she even had a brother, never mind that he'd been ordered into rehab after breaking into a neighbor’s apartment to fund his heroin addiction. Only Pam knew that his lifestyle had left him mentally unstable and in need of constant care.
Robert smiled demurely. 'I apologize for the intrusion, Miss Rose. Few doors are closed to those who can afford the key. I assure you that my curiosity extends only to you, not to your family. In any case the discovery was fortuitous. I've taken the liberty of extending your healthcare policy to cover your family. Your brother will receive the best care available.'
The instant she heard his words Pam felt an enormous weight lift from her shoulders and her eyes began to well up. For five years she'd cared for Thomas, putting her life on hold and spending more than she could afford to help him. The prospect of freeing herself from that crushing obligation was too much to consider. She couldn't believe it.
'Thank you,' she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
Robert smiled warmly, waving away her thanks. 'Your recent troubles aren't what interest me, though. In fact your entire life seems to point towards the conclusion that you are an extraordinary woman beset with difficulties. Your parents, like mine, passed away while you were young. Your brother descended into drug use and petty crime but you, Pamela, worked two jobs to put yourself through college. Despite a no doubt punishing schedule you graduated summa cum laude. Your work here, useless as it was, has always been exemplary, and your co-workers speak highly of you.
'After studying your files I came to the conclusion that you, Miss Rose, are just like me. If not for the poor hand life dealt you there's a good chance you could have been sitting in my chair. The only remaining test was to meet you personally.' Robert chuckled. 'Of course I didn't intend our meeting in the elevator to be your evaluation, but the moment I saw you in person I knew you were the woman I've been looking for. I knew that you possessed the necessary qualities I sought. My instincts, Pamela, are never wrong.'
Pam was confused now. 'But what do you want me for? Surely you could have any woman you choose. Why me?'
'That may be so,' he replied, 'but I assure you my interest in you is not entirely sexual. Partly, of course, but not entirely. You're right in thinking that I could have my choice of women. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but it's a fact that many women are drawn to power. Unfortunately for me, I don't find most women at all exciting.
'You, however, intrigue me. I see great potential in you, and I find that extremely arousing. You could rule the world with the right guidance, and the prospect of dominating you, of putting you in positions that challenge you... that excites me in a way that no mindless supermodel ever could.'
Robert tapped a long length of ash into a thick glass ashtray on the table beside him, and sat back with his fingers steepled. 'So I offer you a proposal. You'll come to work on the 45th floor, effective immediately, where you'll begin your training with a view to eventually taking control of this company. Your salary as of today will increase to $400,000, and you'll receive all the perks of the executive level: a car and driver, a luxury apartment overlooking the Park, and various other shiny trinkets we offer to attract the best and the brightest.'
Pam was stunned into silence. She'd hardly heard a word beyond '45th floor'. She began to suspect she'd wake up at any moment down on 12, with Arnie flicking elastic bands across the room to shake her from her sleep.
'You... you want me to run the company? But I have no idea his to do anything like that. I work in the records department!'
Robert smiled. 'You'll learn, Pamela. I know you will. I'm never wrong in these matters
.' He set his cigar down in the ashtray and leaned forward in his chair. 'And now we come to the second part of my proposal. Quid pro quo, Miss Rose. I'll give you all of this, but I expect something in return. You know you excite me, though I suspect you don't truly understand why. So, in return for control of this company and more money than you could dream of, I'd like you to become... well, the word 'slave' has such negative connotations. 'Pet' isn't much of an improvement, but I suppose it's appropriate.
'In short, I wish to take ownership of your body. You will belong to me to do with as I please, at any time of day or night. You must never question me or refuse to meet my demands. If you find these terms unacceptable you may return to the 12th floor and resume your duties. Your job will be safe, and your brother will receive the care he needs. This is a choice, Pamela. If you choose to be mine it will be of your own free will. I can wait for your answer, if you'd like to think it over.'
Pamela didn't need time to think. She knew what she wanted. She'd known since meeting Robert in the elevator. She'd known as she strode through downtown Manhattan with a dildo sliding in and out of her body. She'd certainly known as she lay under the conference room table with Robert's thick, rigid cock resting on her tongue. He was all she wanted.
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