LOGINLorelei’s POVI knelt there on the cold studio floor, completely naked except for the garter belt, sheer stockings, and tall black heels. My heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath. The three white men in expensive suits sat behind the long conference table like gods judging a mortal. The cameras circled me hungrily.The director touched her earpiece again, listening to Sinclair’s commands from his hidden throne.“Begin the interview,” she announced. “Mr. Sinclair says to start professionally… for now.”The man seated at the center of the table was tall and sharp-jawed, his cold gray eyes fixed on me as a faint smile touched his lips. “Miss Lorelei, thank you for coming in today. Your resume is impressive. Tell us… why do you want to work for our company?”I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady even as my bare pussy throbbed under their gaze.“I… I believe I can bring exceptional value to your team, sir. I’m highly organized, discreet, and willing to g
Lorelei’s POVThe studio lights felt harsher tonight.I stepped out of the car on unsteady heels, the cool night air brushing against my bare pussy beneath the tight pencil skirt. No panties. Sinclair still had them locked away in his desk drawer like a trophy. Every step reminded me of what he’d done to me earlier. I still felt the stinging red handprints on my ass, the soreness in my jaw from choking on his thick cock under his desk, and the constant low throb between my thighs.I was still his cum-stained, broken secretary even as I walked into WePornX Studios for my next performance.The crew greeted me with the same professional warmth they offered me yesterday, but I could barely smile back. My stomach was a knot of dread and something far darker. The director, the same sharp-eyed woman from before, approached me with a tablet in hand and an earpiece already in her ear.“Big night for you, Goddess,” she said with a knowing smile. “Mr. Sinclair personally selected the theme. He’s
Lorelei’s POVI lowered myself into the chair across from him, legs pressed tightly together. My soaked panties clung obscenely to my swollen lips.Mr. Sinclair leaned back in his leather chair, completely at ease, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me. Every ounce of his composure reminded me that I was completely at his mercy.“First,” he began, “you’ll send me a photo every morning of what you plan to wear. I’ll approve it. No exceptions. I want to know exactly how my black goddess is dressing for me each day.”He continued without pausing, each new rule leaving me with a little less room to argue.“Second, when I message you ‘wetness check,’ you will go to the nearest bathroom, spread your legs, and send me a picture of that pretty pussy. Fingers spreading it open. I want to see how wet you are for me.”“Third, you are available to me at any time. Day or night. If I want your mouth, your cunt, or your ass, you will come immediately. No hesitation. No excuses.”“Fourth, at the studio,
Lorelei’s POVI stood frozen in the middle of his office, the silence pressing down on me until it was almost impossible to breathe.My heart pounded so violently I could feel it in my throat. My palms were damp with sweat, and every swallow tasted of humiliation.Behind him, the large monitor displayed a frozen frame from the video. There I was—legs spread, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as two white cocks filled the screen around me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, no matter how desperately I wanted to.Mr. Sinclair sat on the edge of his desk with unnerving composure, as though he already knew exactly how this conversation would end.“This is blackmail,” I whispered, my voice unsteady with anger and disbelief. “You’re blackmailing me.”A slow smile touched his lips, one that held no warmth whatsoever. He made no attempt to deny it.“Yes, Lorelei.” His gaze never left mine. For the briefest moment, his jaw tightened before his expression settled into that same unnerving calm.
Lorelei’s POVThe dressing room mirror showed a woman I barely recognized.Cum streaked my heavy breasts and face. My pussy was red, swollen, and still leaking from the double creampie. My thighs glistened. My knees trembled. And yet all I could hear were the director’s words echoing like a death sentence.Mr. Sinclair watched the live feed.Although every single nerve in my body told me not to, I picked up my phone and read my boss’s text.Mr. Alec Sinclair: We need to discuss your extra-curricular activities. My office. 8:00 AM sharp. Do not be late.I stared at the message until the letters blurred. My stomach dropped. My freshly fucked cunt clenched hard around nothing. Even after everything those two men had done to me, the thought of him watching sent a fresh wave of shameful heat through my body.I cleaned up in a daze, dressed in my normal clothes, and left the studio like a ghost.The apartment was too quiet.I barely made it through the door before the last remnants of the p
Lorelei’s POVThe floor felt ice-cold beneath my heels as I slipped out of the bathroom, yet my body was still burning from the inside out.I didn’t dare take a full breath until the heavy door clicked shut behind me. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs, as though it was trying to escape my chest. My fingers were still damp from what I’d done only moments ago, and every unsteady step sent another reminder of my lingering arousal through me. My underwear clung uncomfortably beneath my skirt as I hurried along the executive hallway, desperate to put as much distance as possible between myself and that bathroom.He was in there.Mr. Alec Sinclair, my cold, arrogant, beautiful bastard of a boss, had been stroking his cock and growling about my tight little black pussy.The image refused to leave me. That low, ragged groan. The slick, rhythmic sound echoing from behind the stall door. The way his voice had cracked around those filthy words. It played over and over in my mind as I hurri
Delilah’s POVI stepped out of Zedd’s private bathroom with my heart hammering against my ribs. The sleek, discreet vibrator was now nestled firmly against my clit, the soft silicone warm from my body heat. I had barely taken two steps into the office when it buzzed to life without warning.A low,
Alpha Zedd’s POVKaryk Moonbane never failed to prove that he was a foolish man.I sat at the head of the long obsidian table, my fingers playing idly with a pen.Karyk Moonbane droned on, gesturing at slides that meant nothing to me. His voice carried that rehearsed cadence, with pauses timed for
I jumped to my feet fast.Grabbing my clothes as fast as I could, I pulled them on in silence, fingers fumbling with buttons, not bothering with anything I couldn't find in under ten seconds. Maggie remained at the door, head turned toward the bed.Zedd shifted.We both went completely still.He re
Delilah’s POVThe elevator doors slid shut again, sealing me in sudden silence. The charged electricity of thirty seconds ago vanished as if it had never existed. My fingers trembled around the black card. My thighs were slick, my underwear ruined, my core still pulsing with the aftershocks of wha







