Chairman’s Plaything

Arjun Mehra was used to being in charge.

At 32, he was the youngest department head at the multinational tech giant — a tall, broad-shouldered man with piercing grey eyes and a reputation for breaking women’s hearts without remorse.

But none of that prepared him for her.

Devika Rao — the new Chairman’s Chief of Staff. Thirty-six. Elegant. Ruthless. Sharp as a blade.

And fucking dangerous.

Their interactions had been cold at first. But lately — something shifted. Her glances lingered a second too long. Her voice dipped lower when she said his name.

And two days ago, she had cornered him alone in the boardroom after hours — body pressed against his, voice dripping poison-sweet:

"You think you’re a wolf here, Mr. Mehra. But when I decide to break you — you’ll beg to be my pet."

He’d laughed then — arrogant, cocky.

Tonight, he wasn’t laughing.

It was 9 PM when her message came.

"My office. 9:30 sharp. Come alone. No tie. No belt. No questions."

The power in those words made his cock twitch.

By 9:30, he was standing outside her office — heart pounding, unsure why his body obeyed when his mind screamed otherwise.

The door clicked open.

Devika stood in a black silk robe, bare legs gleaming beneath the slit. No bra — her full breasts pressing against the thin fabric, nipples dark and erect.

She held a glass of whiskey.

"Enter."

Arjun stepped inside, throat dry.

The door clicked shut behind him.

"Strip. Now."

"What—"

Her gaze turned ice cold.

"You heard me. You strip. I watch. And if you hesitate again — I’ll call in the guards and have them do it for me."

His cock swelled painfully against his pants.

Without a word, Arjun obeyed — jacket first, shirt next — his toned chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

"Pants too. No underwear."

Humiliation burned his skin — but his body betrayed him. His cock stood thick and hard as he removed the last piece of clothing.

"Good," Devika purred. "Now — hands behind your back."

She circled him slowly — her perfume dizzying, her heels clicking ominously.

"Big strong department head — so easy to strip. So easy to command."

Arjun’s cock twitched helplessly.

"You want to fuck me, don’t you?"

"Yes," he growled, unable to hide it.

"Tsk. You’ll do no such thing — until I allow it. Tonight — you’ll serve me. And when I’m done — you’ll crawl out of this office knowing exactly who owns you."

She produced a thin leather collar, snapping it around his neck before he could speak.

"Now you’re ready."

Devika settled into her leather chair, spreading her legs slowly.

No panties. Shaved bare. Already glistening.

"Come. Mouth only. Hands stay behind your back."

Arjun fell to his knees — the alpha, the predator — now reduced to a trembling man obeying a ruthless woman.

He buried his face between her thighs, tongue lashing her swollen clit, tasting her arousal with hungry strokes.

"Good. Keep going. Do not stop until I come on your face."

She grabbed his hair, grinding against his mouth — sharp nails digging into his scalp.

"You’re mine now — my personal pet — my obedient fucktoy."

Her words sent him into overdrive — tongue flicking harder, lips sucking her clit as her moans filled the office.

"Faster — don’t stop — fuck — YES!"

Devika came hard — hips jerking, cunt flooding his mouth.

She shoved him back roughly.

"Stay on your knees. You’ll not come — yet."

Arjun’s cock ached — precum leaking down the shaft.

"Now — lie on your back. Hands flat."

He obeyed.

Devika straddled him slowly — sliding her wet folds up and down his cock, teasing, denying him entry.

"You want to fuck this tight cunt so badly, don’t you?"

"Yes — please — let me!"

"Pathetic. You’ll beg harder than that."

"Please — please let me fuck you — I’ll do anything!"

"You’ll do what I say — when I say — or I’ll have you crawl naked through this office tonight."

She slid down in one brutal stroke — impaling herself on his cock.

Both of them gasped — her pussy clenching him tight as she rode him hard, nails raking his chest.

"Look at you — the mighty Arjun — moaning like a whore under my control."

"F-fuck — please — let me come!"

"Not yet."

She rode him faster — hips slamming down, walls milking him mercilessly.

"Now — come. Come inside me. Fill me — show me who OWNS you!"

Arjun roared — hips bucking as he emptied hot, thick spurts deep inside her.

He collapsed beneath her — gasping, trembling, mind shattered.

Devika rose gracefully — adjusting her robe, licking her fingers clean.

"Now — you’ll crawl to that door. And you’ll leave — collared, spent, mine."

Arjun looked at her, eyes glazed.

"Yes, Mistress," he whispered — the words tasting foreign, addictive.

He crawled slowly to the door — cock soft, balls drained, body marked.

As he reached for the handle, her voice cut through:

"Next time — you’ll beg to be used again. And I won’t go easy."

His cock twitched — and he knew: he was ruined for any other woman.

He belonged to her now — completely.

Forever.