The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime at the topmost floor of the Singhaniya Group tower.
Rai stepped into the executive suite, his polished shoes echoing over the marble floor.
The air was cool, crisp with the scent of sandalwood and leather—Sofia's signature blend. Expansive glass walls offered a panoramic view of the Mumbai skyline, glowing in the golden light of dusk.
At the far end, behind a sleek black desk, sat Sofia.
His stepmother.
The woman who once graced magazine covers as a fashion icon.
A vision of refined seduction in a pale blue silk blouse that hugged her generous curves, the top buttons teasing an ample glimpse of cleavage. Her pencil skirt clung to her hips like a second skin.
Her dark red lips moved slowly as she spoke into her Bluetooth headset, nodding while scribbling her signature across a folder with a Montblanc pen.
She didn't glance up as he entered—yet she knew.
Rai approached slowly, like a predator closing in on its prey.
She finally looked up, her brown eyes locking with his.
Those mature, almond-shaped eyes—filled with intelligence, power… and a hint of something darker.
"Master Rai," she said with a soft smile, voice smooth and cultured. "You're early."
"Couldn't wait to see my slut," he replied, his tone dripping with hunger.
She stood, graceful as ever, placing her pen down. "The European acquisition went through. We now own controlling shares in Laurent Textiles."
He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped around the desk, crowding her space.
"You know I don't care about business updates when I come up here, Sofia," he murmured, brushing his fingers down her arm.
Her body tensed subtly.
But she didn't resist.
She never did.
Rai leaned in, breathing against her neck as he whispered, "You smell like money and sex. Just how I like it."
Sofia's breath hitched. "The board is expecting a progress report in half an hour…"
"They can wait."
He spun her around and pushed her gently but firmly against the desk, palms flat on the surface.
"Huff"
Her breath came in shallow pants as he pulled her skirt up, exposing the lacy black thong beneath.
"Sofia, you were my father's wife," he said, voice low and dangerous, "but now, you're mine toy."
"Yes…" she gasped, trembling.
"You run my empire by day… but at night, you serve me."
Without warning, he yanked the thong down her thighs, baring her dripping core.
"You're already soaked, wanting to be fucked by your stepson" he growled.
"I've been like this since you called," she whispered shamefully, biting her lip. "Just thinking about you…"
He unzipped his trousers, releasing his cock, hard and ready.
He didn't waste time.
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside her.
"Uunnmm"
Sofia cried out, her voice muffled against her own folded arms.
The desk creaked beneath their bodies as Rai pounded into her relentlessly, his hands gripping her waist tightly as her hips slammed against the polished wood with each thrust.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
"Aah…. master."
The sounds of dominance echoed in the silent office.
Papers scattered. A water glass tipped over.
She clawed at the surface, moaning brokenly.
"My god, you fill me up so completely…" she sobbed. "I love it. I love being yours."
Rai leaned forward, biting gently into her shoulder. "You're more than mine. You're my perfect slut—CEO by day, whore by night."
"Yes… please don't stop. I'll do anything for you."
Her pussy walls clenched around him desperately, her body shaking as the first orgasm overtook her.
Rai didn't let up. He kept thrusting, fucking her through her climax, determined to carve his shape into her very soul.
And then, moments later—
He groaned.
And spilled his cum deep inside her.
A flood of warmth filled her womb as she arched, breathless and trembling, utterly ruined and yet more fulfilled than ever.
He slowly pulled out, watching as his seed trickled down her thighs, staining her skin.
She collapsed over the desk, chest heaving, makeup slightly smudged, eyes glassy with euphoria.
Rai reached for her chin and tilted her face to meet his.
"Good girl."
"Thank you… Master Rai…"
But Rai wasn't done.
Not even close.
Sofia lay sprawled over the desk, legs trembling, her skirt bunched up around her waist, and his thick cum slowly dripping from her used slit. Her breath was ragged, her flushed cheeks pressed against a stack of scattered papers.
Rai stepped back for a moment, admiring the mess he had made—the pristine, composed CEO, his stepmother, now reduced to a panting, shaking slut with his seed leaking from her. His gaze dropped to her tight, untouched asshole.
"Still one hole left," he muttered, running a thumb down the cleft of her ass.
Sofia gasped softly. "S-on…"
"You're not leaving this office until every part of you has been claimed again," he said coldly.
She nodded, shame and excitement mixing in her expression. "Yes… use me however you want."
He spat onto her asshole, letting the saliva run down slowly, mixing with the remnants of her own arousal.
Then he pressed his thick tip against her tight ring, rubbing it in slow circles before pushing in.
Her body tensed instantly.
"Ooohhh"
She moaned—a deep, helpless sound—her fingers clawing at the desk as he forced his way in, inch by inch.
"Aah—! I-It's so tight—"
"Of course it is," Rai growled. "This ass belongs to me."
Once he was buried his dick fully inside her, he paused—just long enough to feel her walls stretching, clenching, trying to adjust around his girth. Then he started to move.
Slow at first.
Then harder. Deeper.
Pah.
Pah.
Her legs shook violently, her hips slapping back into him involuntarily as he pounded her rear with growing intensity.
"Aaahh…. Master…. Harder."
Her cries turned guttural, primal—shame completely drowned by the overwhelming pleasure.
"You're nothing but my personal cocksleeve now," Rai whispered into her ear, his grip tightening on her hips. "CEO and Mother on the outside, anal whore in private."
"Yes—ahhh—yes, I am!" she cried.
He thrust harder, his pelvis slamming into her ass as she screamed again, voice echoing off the glass walls.
Her tight hole clung to him greedily, her body betraying how much she loved being used like this.
When she came again, she sobbed from the force of it, her body collapsing forward completely, spent—but Rai held her up and kept going.
Moments later, he snarled through clenched teeth, slammed deep, and emptied his load straight into her ass—another thick flood of heat that left her gasping and shuddering beneath him.
But still, he wasn't finished.
Rai pulled out, letting her fall to her knees.
Her makeup was ruined. Her blouse hung half open. Her thighs and ass were glistening with his cum.
He stood before her, cock still thick and glistening with a blend of her juices and his seed.
"Clean it," he ordered.
Sofia looked up at him with dazed, glassy eyes. "Yes, Master…"
She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, obediently swallowing his cock whole.
Her tongue danced expertly along his shaft, tasting her own submission. She moaned around his length, lips wrapping tighter, as if worshipping the very tool that had destroyed her.
Rai placed a hand on her head and guided her, slowly at first… then faster.
Slurp.
Ugh.
–ghkk.
Smack.
Pah.
She choked and gagged slightly, tears streaking her cheeks, but never stopped.
She wanted it.
She needed it.
And when he finally groaned again, releasing his hot load down her throat, she swallowed every last drop, eyes closed, savoring the taste of his domination.
When it was done, she pulled back slowly, licking her lips.
"Thank you for filling me… Master Rai."
Rai looked down at her, kneeling, broken, but glowing. His cock, glistening with a mix of her saliva and the last drops of his seed, still twitched before her.
He cupped her chin between his fingers and lifted her face.
Her lips were swollen. Her eyes wet with tears. Mascara slightly smudged. And yet, she had never looked more beautiful to him.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
Without hesitation, she obeyed.
Her jaw parted, tongue sticking out, waiting for whatever he would give her next.
He slapped his cock lightly across her tongue.
Smack. Smack.
She didn't flinch. In fact, she leaned forward and kissed the tip reverently.
"You really are nothing more than a trained bitch now," he murmured, his voice low and amused. "Look at you. A CEO… kneeling like a temple slut in your own office in front of your stepson."
"Yes," she moaned, her voice heavy with need. "Your slut… only yours."
"Stand up."
She obeyed slowly, rising shakily to her feet.
Her legs were still trembling. Her skirt was wrinkled, the hem darkened from the fluids that had run down her thighs. Her blouse was barely buttoned, the inside of her bra sticky against her skin.
Rai stepped behind her, one hand wrapping around her throat, the other slipping into her blouse, squeezing her breast possessively.
She gasped, arching her back into him, eyes fluttering.
He squeezed tighter. Her knees nearly buckled.
"You'll sit on those high-backed chairs soaked in my cum, smile at old men in suits while my seed leaks from your holes. And they'll never know you were fucked like a whore minutes earlier."
"Yes, Master…" she whimpered.
He spun her around, backed her into the glass window. The skyline of Mumbai stretched behind her, golden and vast.
"Show me your cunt," he ordered.
With trembling hands, she reached under her skirt and pulled it up, revealing her bare, slickened folds. The sight was obscene—dripping, red, glistening, twitching from overstimulation.
He knelt.
And pressed his tongue flat against her mound.
Slrp.
Slurp.
Lick.
Sofia cried out, one hand slamming against the glass, the other gripping his hair.
"M-Master—ah!"
He devoured her like a man starved. His tongue darted and swirled, forcing another climax from her overstimulated body.
She came hard, bucking her hips, sobbing as her knees gave out—only Rai's arms catching her before she collapsed.
He stood again and whispered in her ear.
"I could have you dragged out into the hallway like this… force you to crawl back to your desk past your staff."
She moaned at the image. Her legs pressed together reflexively, a fresh shiver running up her spine.
"I could make you kneel under the conference table and suck me during your next investor call."
"Please…" she whispered. "I'll do anything. Anything for you."
"I know you will."
He stepped back, smirking. Her face was flushed, her legs weak, her voice shaky, her body a mess—but her eyes sparkled with twisted pride in her submission.
He adjusted his shirt, brushing his hair back.
"You're going to go to that board meeting now."
"Yes, Master…"
"No panties. No bra. Keep the cum inside."
"I… I will."
"And remember—every word you speak to them will be soaked in my scent."
She swallowed hard. "I'll be your perfect slut CEO."
When he pulled away, his hand gave her ass a firm slap.
Smack.
"Now go."
He smirked, zipping up his pants as he glanced at the clock.
"You've got five minutes before the board meeting," he said, adjusting his collar. "Better clean yourself up, CEO."
Sofia, still kneeling, smiled faintly—shaking, dripping, but glowing with satisfaction.
"Yes, Master."
Five minutes later…
The sleek double doors of the Singhaniya Group boardroom opened, and Sofia stepped in.
She walked gracefully, her heels clicking against the marble, her every movement poised and calculated. Heads turned as the board members—senior executives, veteran strategists, and regional directors—stood out of respect for the company's CEO.
Sofia acknowledged them with a slight nod, her signature air of elegant authority intact.
But beneath the calm surface, she was trembling.
Her panties had been discarded—lost somewhere on the floor of Rai's office—and her tight hole was still leaking the thick remnants of his latest conquest.
She had done her best to fix her appearance: lipstick reapplied, hair brushed into a neat bun, silk blouse re-buttoned.
But no amount of touch-up could hide how her body felt.
Her nipples still tingled, stiff against the fabric of her blouse.
Her throat was sore from being used.
And every shift of her hips reminded her just how full her ass remained—stuffed with his seed, still warm and heavy inside her.
"CEO Sofia," one of the directors began, adjusting his glasses, "shall we begin with the quarterly performance breakdown?"
She cleared her throat. "Yes. Please proceed."
Her voice was steady. No one could have guessed she had been mercilessly fucked over her desk less than fifteen minutes ago.
She took her seat at the head of the table—high-backed, cushioned leather—designed for power.
As she crossed her legs, she winced almost imperceptibly. The shift caused a small squelch, muffled by the cushion.
Gods… she could still feel him inside.
But she remained composed. This was her role. Her mask.
She glanced down at the tablet before her, tapping through financial reports, listening to the department heads present numbers and strategies.
She responded to questions with calculated insight, her tone sharp and decisive.
But inside, her thoughts spun.
"My perfect CEO… my personal slut."
His voice echoed in her head. His hands, his thrusts, his growl—everything played back like a movie on loop.
Every time a male executive addressed her respectfully, she fought the twisted thrill of knowing just how thoroughly Rai had humiliated her minutes ago—reduced her to a drooling wreck, filled in every hole, and sent her into this room like a loaded doll.
"You're full of me right now. Let's see if you can focus when your ass is leaking."
And it was. Slowly. Steadily.
She shifted again.
A small drop escaped—trickled between her cheeks, down the smooth skin of her thigh, hidden only by the fabric of her skirt. It soaked into the seat beneath her.
She clenched discreetly, trying to keep the rest inside, cheeks flushing despite herself.
"Miss Sofia, your outlook on the Q3 textile merger?" another director asked.
She snapped back. "We'll finalize the acquisition. Have legal and compliance double-check the IP clauses. I expect a report on my desk by end of the week."
"Understood, ma'am."
No hesitation. No pause.
Just as expected of the ice queen CEO.
But beneath the table, her thighs were pressed tightly together, her hands gripping the armrest to steady herself. Her cunt ached, still swollen. Her ass felt raw and filled. Her throat itched with the phantom memory of his release.
She was a goddess in their eyes.
A toy in his.
And she loved it.
As the meeting went on, Sofia's posture remained perfect, her voice never wavered. She spoke with the same brilliance and command that had earned her the throne of Mumbai's greatest corporate empire.
But under the table… the mess grew.
And on the seat she sat proudly upon—the leather bore a dark, invisible stain of her true allegiance.
When the meeting concluded and the room cleared, she remained seated for a moment longer, finally exhaling slowly.
She reached into her purse, pulled out a silk handkerchief, and discreetly wiped the inside of her thighs.
Then she pulled out her phone and sent a simple message:
"Your slut CEO performed perfectly. Still full. May I be used again tonight?"
A reply came instantly.
"Of course. Wear nothing and wait at home, my slut."
She smiled.
And rose like a queen.
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