THE EXECUTIVE DESK(CHAPTER THREE
Lilith’s office was already thick with heat by the time Ava walked in.
The lights were dimmed to gold. The air reeked of leather and control. And on the desk..her desk…there were cuffs already laid out. A collar. An open box of toys. The air buzzed with something heavier than electricity.
Marla was there. So was a new woman Ava had never seen. And so was her..the one Lilith only referred to as The Fourth.
Lilith leaned against the window, arms crossed, watching all three of them like a god surveying worshippers.
“You’re late,” she said coldly.
Ava dropped to her knees.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“No excuses. Strip.”
Ava obeyed instantly, peeling away her blazer, blouse, bra, skirt. Everything.
The Fourth…tall, cruel-eyed, in a pinstripe vest and nothing else…approached first. She gripped Ava’s chin.
“This is the one?” she asked Lilith.
“She’s broken in.”
“Let’s break her again.”
They didn’t waste time.
Ava was bent over the edge of the couch, arms pulled behind her, wrists cuffed. Her face was pressed to the velvet cushion, the scent of old sweat and leather embedded in every thread.
Marla knelt before her, fingers prying her thighs apart, smirking. “Still greedy. Still wet.”
The Fourth leaned over Ava’s back, running a leather-gloved hand down her spine. “You’ll beg for ruin by the end of this.”
Lilith just lit a cigarette and watched.
They started slow.
Kisses to her neck. Slaps to her thighs. Marla’s tongue against her core while The Fourth pushed two fingers in from behind, rough and thick.
Ava cried out, already trembling.
Lilith blew a stream of smoke. “You don’t make a sound unless we ask you to.”
Ava bit her lip until it bled.
Marla licked her again…hard, fast, filthy. The Fourth matched her rhythm. Ava’s hips bucked wildly.
Lilith stood.
“She’s ready.”
She strapped it on.
A long, black harness with a glinting steel base. No softness in its shape. No mercy.
Ava turned her head in time to see Lilith step behind Marla.
“You first,” Lilith whispered.
Marla nodded, lips wet, legs wide.
Lilith drove into her like punishment.
Marla screamed.
Ava watched in shock and arousal as Marla was slammed forward, her hands clutching Ava’s thighs for balance.
“You like that, pet?” Lilith growled.
“Yes, ma’am,” Ava sobbed.
“Watch her fall apart. Then you’ll take her place.”
The Fourth pulled Ava’s head back by the hair. “Don’t blink.”
And Ava watched. Watched Marla scream, beg, come undone.
Then they flipped her.
Now Ava was on her back, legs pulled wide by The Fourth and Marla. Lilith stood over her, the strap soaked, eyes cold.
She entered with one brutal thrust.
Ava screamed.
Lilith didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.
She fucked her like a machine. No words. No mercy.
The Fourth kissed Ava’s throat. Marla kissed her lips.
“You’re ours now,” Marla whispered.
“Say it,” The Fourth demanded.
Ava sobbed it. Screamed it. Cried.
“I’m yours…I’m yours…I’m fucking yours!”
And when she came, it was violent. Shattering.
Lilith didn't stop.
A second orgasm followed. Then a third.
Ava was sobbing, twitching, overwhelmed.
They didn’t stop.
And that was only the beginning.
Ava had lost count.
Of the times she came. Of the hands that touched her. Of the mouths that bit. Of the words that tore her apart and rebuilt her into something softer. Sluttier.
She was shaking, legs open, chest heaving. Her skin was soaked in sweat and saliva. Her thighs were sticky with her own mess. Her wrists still trembled from the cuff marks, even though they’d been freed.
Lilith was seated again…watching. Smoking. Her hair perfectly in place, her mouth calm.
The Fourth crawled up behind Ava like a shadow.
“Spread her again,” she said.
Marla obeyed instantly. She gripped Ava’s thighs and yanked them wide open, exposing her soaked, swollen center.
Ava whimpered. “Please…”
“No begging unless it’s to stop,” The Fourth snapped. “And you don’t want that, do you?”
Ava shook her head. “No, ma’am.”
“Good girl.”
Two fingers slid into her dripping cunt.Deep. Fast. Brutal.
Ava’s head rolled back with a scream.
Marla kissed her, muffling it. Her hand reached between Ava’s legs too, fingers circling her clit…rough, fast, wet.
Ava writhed. Gasped. Moaned.
She came again. Violently. Her legs kicked. Her nails scratched the floor.
The Fourth didn’t stop.
She leaned over Ava’s body, one hand holding her throat, the other never slowing.
“Use her mouth,” she told Marla.
Marla straddled Ava’s face without a second thought.
Ava moaned into her, licking desperately, drowning in heat and humiliation.
Above her, Lilith smiled. “She's useful when she’s wrecked.”
The Fourth growled. “I want her limp.”
They flipped Ava onto her stomach.
Now The Fourth climbed over her…grinding against her ass, moaning.
Marla slid between Ava’s thighs from below, spreading her open and sliding herself in. Skin to skin. Slick to slick. Raw friction. Heat.
Tribbing.
Fast.
Brutal.
Filthy.
Ava screamed.
They moved together like animals. Like war.
Flesh slapping. Breath mixing. Wet, fast, savage sounds of sex filled the office.
Marla rubbed harder. Her body shuddering.
Ava sobbed. “Please…I can’t…”
“You will,” The Fourth growled. “You’ll fucking take it.”
Lilith walked over now. Her boots echoed.
She grabbed Ava’s hair, forced her head back.
“Open your eyes.”
Ava blinked through tears.
Lilith kissed her.
Hard. Cold. Final.
“You’re not done until I say you’re done.”
And they kept going.
Until Ava came one last time…screaming, sobbing, her body convulsing.
Marla collapsed. The Fourth rolled off.
Lilith stood alone. Untouched. Unbothered.
She walked away, her voice a razor blade:
“Clean this place up. And leave her on my desk.”
The door slammed shut behind the others.
Ava didn’t move. Couldn’t. She was nothing but twitching nerves, flushed skin, and soaked thighs.
Lilith said nothing at first. She walked slowly, deliberately. Stalking her.
Then…
“You wanted more, didn’t you?” Lilith growled.
Ava whimpered.
“Fucking say it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lilith kicked the chair back and stripped right there. No patience. No ceremony. Just buttons flying, shirt peeled off, trousers shoved down. No harness. Just skin. Heat. Wet, glistening power.
She climbed onto the desk like a queen descending from her throne.
And sat on Ava’s thigh.
Ava gasped.
Lilith didn’t speak. She ground.
Her slick cunt dragging across Ava’s trembling leg.
Ava choked. “You’re..”
“Dripping for you, pet,” Lilith moaned. “Filthy little thing. I made you a mess, and now I want to come on you.”
She shifted..sliding down.
Their clits met.
Slick against slick.
Hot. Swollen. Throbbing.
Ava cried out.
Lilith moaned…loud, raw. “You feel that? That’s my pussy against yours, Ava. Fucking grind with me.”
Ava bucked. Moved. Met her rhythm.
They rocked together.
Clit to clit.
Fast.
Rough.
No tenderness..just raw need.
Lilith grabbed Ava’s throat. “Fucking scream with me.”
Their slick folds slapped together, the friction building fast.
Lilith’s head fell back. “Fuck..yes..just like that…yes, Ava, fuck, yes..”
Ava sobbed, grinding harder.
Lilith’s moans turned into filthy gasps.
“You’re so wet..so perfect…gonna come all over your fucking clit, you little office slut..”
Ava screamed. “Please, ma’am, I’m..I’m gonna..”
“Come with me,” Lilith ordered. “Now.”
And they did.
Together.
Bodies convulsing, thighs shaking, nails digging, screams mixing.
Ava came with a cry so loud it echoed off glass.
Lilith ground harder, riding her through it, gasping, her voice breaking. “Yes..fuck..yes…fucking take it…take it…”
Their slick mixed.
Their bodies collapsed.
Lilith’s chest heaved as she lay across Ava, kissing her messily, possessively.
She whispered into her ear, still breathless…
“Wear something black tomorrow.”
Ava blinked, dazed. “Wh-what?”
“I’m taking you to dinner, whore.”
A pause.
“And then I’m bending you over the table again when dessert arrives.”
Lilith kissed her hard.
“You belong to me now. Even when you’re wearing silk.”
And she left Ava naked, spent, ruined on her desk…again.
But this time… Ava was smiling.