He obeyed my every word—tongue buried in my pussy, face soaked with my slick, cock pulsing untouched as I used him until I shattered. And then I gave the order. He fucked me slow, deep, desperate. Until he broke. Until I came, clenched around him, and let him spill inside me with a groan that sounded like surrender. But Greed doesn’t beg. It serves. And tonight, I reminded him exactly who he belonged to.

The office buzz faded. All I could think about was him. When I whispered for him to meet me in the storeroom, he didn’t hesitate. Moments later, I was pinned against shelves, his cock buried deep, his hand clamped around my waist. Our moans tangled with the scent of toner, sweat, and sex. No words. Just hard, desperate fucking—and the taste of myself on his lips when he kissed me after.