The transition from the boardroom to the private executive dining suite was a blurred sequence of clinical light and the heavy, humid weight of the seed Soren had left inside me. I was still naked, my skin humming with the chill of the corridor as Soren led me by the arm, his fingers digging into the bruises he'd already gifted my bicep. Vanderbilt and Huxley followed like whipped dogs, their eyes glued to the sway of my ass and the way Soren's release was beginning to track down the inside of my thighs.
The dining suite was a masterpiece of dark mahogany and deep red velvet, illuminated by a single, low-hanging chandelier that cast long, predatory shadows. The table was set with silver and crystal, but there were no servers. Tonight, the board members were the help.
"Gentlemen, I find myself famished after our session," Soren rumbled, pulling out the heavy chair at the head of the table and seating himself. He looked at Vanderbilt. "The vintage Bordeaux. Open it. And Huxley, I believe the caviar is chilling. Serve us."
I stood beside Soren's chair, my tits rising and falling with my shallow breaths. The room smelled of expensive wine and the sharp, metallic tang of the power Soren was wielding like a blade.
"On the table, Keira," Soren commanded, his voice a low vibration.
I climbed onto the table, the cold, polished wood a shock against my sensitive skin. I crawled toward the center, my pussy still weeping, and settled onto my hands and knees in front of Soren's place setting. I was the centerpiece, a living offering of flesh and shame.
Vanderbilt approached with the wine, his hands shaking so violently the silver bottle-opener clattered against the glass. He had to lean over me to reach Soren's glass, his crotch inches from my face. I could smell the stale, desperate scent of his arousal.
"She looks hungry, Vanderbilt," Soren noted, his eyes dark with a cruel amusement. "Since you're so eager to serve, why don't you give her a taste of what she's been missing?"
Vanderbilt froze. He looked at Soren, then at me. "Sir?"
"You heard me. Use your fingers. I want to see how wet she still is after I've finished with her," Soren ordered. "And Huxley, get over here. I want you to hold her hair back while he does it. I want her to see every bit of her own filth in the reflection of that silver tray."
Huxley moved with a frantic, desperate energy, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. He held a polished silver platter in front of my face, forcing me to look at my own wild-eyed expression and the mess on my chin. Vanderbilt reached out, his gnarled, age-spotted fingers trembling as they touched my labia. He was rough, his touch lacking any of Soren's dominant grace, but the degradation of being handled by the board member made my pussy clench in a traitorous, reflexive heat.
"She's... she's dripping, Soren," Vanderbilt whispered, his voice cracking as his fingers dove deep into my heat, mixing his sweat with Soren's cooling cum.
"Of course she is," Soren laughed, a dark, rich sound. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me toward him. "She's a bottomless pit of greed. Aren't you, Keira? Tell them how much you love being handled like a piece of meat by men you used to take notes for."
"I... I love it," I gasped, my head thrashing against Huxley's grip. "I'm just a whore... I'm an asset for the board... Vanderbilt, do it harder! Fuck me with your fingers while Soren watches!"
Vanderbilt's pace became frantic. He began to thrust his fingers into me with a rhythmic, wet sound-splat, squish, splat-that echoed off the mahogany. Huxley was groaning now, his free hand moving to his trousers again, his face flushed a deep, ugly red.
"That's enough," Soren suddenly barked.
Vanderbilt pulled away, his fingers slick and shimmering. Soren stood up, unzipping his trousers again. His cock was already back to its full, terrifying glory, pulsing with a dark, predatory intent. He didn't use the chair this time. He grabbed my waist and hauled me to the edge of the table, my legs hanging off as he stepped between them.
"Huxley, Vanderbilt-get on your knees," Soren commanded. "I want you to watch the impact. I want you to see exactly what a real man looks like when he claims what's his."
The two board members dropped to the floor on either side of Soren's legs. They were eye-level with my pussy as Soren lunged forward. I felt my body groan as he seated himself in one violent, lunging motion, his girth stretching me to the point of a delicious, searing pain. He began to hammer into me, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass a rhythmic, meaty thud that filled the room.
"Look at her pussy!" Soren roared at the men below him. "Look at how it tries to hold onto me! Keira, tell them! Tell them why you'll never let these pathetic old men inside you!"
"Because... because they're nothing!" I shrieked, my nails digging into the tablecloth, sending silver and crystal crashing to the floor. "They're just... they're just voyeurs! You're the only one, Soren! You're the only one who can ruin me! Vanderbilt, look at my face! Look at how Soren is destroying me while you watch!"
Vanderbilt was sobbing now, a pathetic, broken sound, but his eyes never left the place where Soren was disappearing and reappearing. Soren's pace was a blur, his breath coming in ragged, guttural hitches. He grabbed my throat, his thumb pressing into my windpipe, forcing my focus entirely on him.
"I'm going to fucking cum," Soren announced, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble that shook my very bones. "Beg for my cum like a filthy whore, Keira! Show them how much of a breeder you are!"
"Yes! Please, Soren! Give it to me! Breed me in front of them! I want to feel you flood me! Fill me up!"
He gave one final, lunging thrust, his body stiffening as he flooded my pussy with wave after wave of searing, thick heat. I felt the pressure of his release expanding inside me, a deep, pulsing sensation that triggered my own violent, screaming climax. I clenched around him, my internal muscles milking him for every last drop as Vanderbilt and Huxley watched in stunned, humiliated silence, their own releases staining their expensive suits.
Soren stayed inside me for a long time, his weight pressing me into the table. He looked down at the two men, his eyes cold and filled with a dark, triumphant pride.
"Clean the table, gentlemen," Soren whispered, his voice dripping with cold satisfaction. "And then I want you to wait in the hall. Keira and I have a few more... items on the agenda."
