The Conference Room Obedience

Aarushi Kapoor was a woman who commanded respect.

At 27, she wasn’t fresh out of college. She was a sharp, focused brand manager with a reputation for handling pressure like a pro. Colleagues admired her poise, her quick decisions in meetings, the crisp authority in her voice.

She dressed with deliberate elegance — a pencil skirt that hugged her hips just enough, a silk blouse always buttoned one extra level high, as if daring anyone to test her boundaries.

She worked late often. Tonight was no different — finalising a client deck in the empty office at 8 PM.

Her phone buzzed, screen lighting up.

"Conference room. Now. Door locked. On your knees."
— Mr. Sinha.

Aarushi stared at the message for a beat.

This wasn’t a request. It was a command — and they both knew she would obey.

Their game had been building over months: eyes held too long in meetings, small adjustments to his tone when he said her name, the way he never let her dominate a room when he was in it.

She had not given in — yet. But tonight, the message didn’t leave her a choice. And the truth was — she no longer wanted one.

With a steady breath, she rose. Her composure held even as her heart beat faster.

The conference room was dim. Mr. Sinha stood by the head of the table — shirt sleeves rolled, watch glinting under the soft lights.

He didn’t greet her. Just pointed at the floor.

"Kneel."

Aarushi met his gaze for a moment — unbroken — then slowly lowered herself to her knees, straight back, head high.

"Good. But not good enough."

He approached, fingers sliding under her chin.

"You walk this office like you own it. Like you’re above being told what to do. But tonight — I will show you exactly where you belong."

Aarushi said nothing — her breath caught, but her posture remained proud.

"Open your mouth."

She parted her lips deliberately — not out of want, but because this was now the game they were playing.

Mr. Sinha unzipped, revealing a thick, heavy cock.

"I’ll use your mouth until I’m done. And you’ll take it, Miss Kapoor — because deep down, you want to know what it feels like to lose control."

Her pulse jumped — but her expression remained cool as her mouth closed around him.

His grip tightened in her hair.

"No hands. No mercy."

He began to thrust — slow at first, then deeper, using her throat ruthlessly. Aarushi fought the reflex, jaw aching as he fucked her mouth with increasing force.

Saliva spilled down her chin — and finally, she moaned, involuntarily.

"That’s it — the strong, composed manager — choking on her boss’s cock."

He pulled out roughly, dragging her to her feet.

"Skirt up. Panties off. Now."

Her hands trembled slightly as she obeyed — not from arousal, but from the sheer force of surrendering control in this room where she usually commanded it.

"Bend over the table. Keep your hands flat. You will not move unless I allow it."

Aarushi bent forward — her heart racing as cool air hit her bare skin.

"Such a perfect ass. This pussy — I’m going to take it. And you’ll thank me when I’m done."

Without warning, he thrust deep inside her — thick, hard, brutal. Aarushi gasped — a sharp cry torn from her throat.

"Louder."

"Ah— fuck!"

"That’s better. Let them hear you."

Each thrust was harder, deeper — his hips slamming against her ass, his hands gripping her waist like iron.

Aarushi gritted her teeth — fighting the waves of unwanted pleasure building inside her.

"You will come. When I say. Not before."

"Yes, sir."

"You don’t get to hide tonight. I’ll break you — and you’ll love every second of it."

She moaned as his pace became merciless — the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room, her body betraying her as slickness coated his cock.

"Say it. Say you want this."

"I — I want this — use me — make me yours!"

Her voice broke, pride finally cracked open.

"Now — come for me — scream my name."

Her orgasm ripped through her — sudden, violent, shattering. Aarushi screamed, her nails clawing the table as her pussy clenched tight around him.

"Good girl," he growled, pumping deep as he emptied himself inside her.

Spent, trembling, Aarushi remained bent over — used, humiliated, and unable to deny the part of her that craved every second of it.

Mr. Sinha leaned close, voice dark and calm:

"Tomorrow — no panties. Skirt shorter. You will meet me here again — at my command. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered — and this time, it wasn’t reluctance.

It was submission — finally complete.

And she knew — there was no going back