Ashley nestled against Chris as they sat in the 747 bound for Vegas. First-class tickets, courtesy of Clayton, left them stunned. Their only prior flight was to Miami for their honeymoon—a gift from Ashley's father. She knew his overtime hours had funded that luxury, given both families' modest means.

Clayton booked them a suite at the Aria on the Strip, insisting they look successful. Chris's protests were dismissed. He vowed to land big clients at the convention, but Clayton assured him they—oddly including Ashley—were already valuable team members. Chris wanted to inquire further, but events were unfolding rapidly.

“Hey, spaceman. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Ashley asked, bringing her husband back to the present as she handed him a glass of champagne. He couldn’t help but notice the twinkle in her eye. She was made for this type of lifestyle, he thought to himself as he took the glass from her hand.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to be going on this trip with you. And how much our life has changed in such a short amount of time.”

"Cheers," Ashley clinked glasses with Chris. A week had passed since the incident at Clayton's. Despite their improved intimacy, she wanted to discuss it, but Chris's hectic schedule interfered. As she sipped champagne, Ashley reflected on recent events, determined to address the issue after check-in.

As the plane took off, Ashley looked past Chris as the city disappeared beneath them. She finished her drink and closed her eyes, letting the gentle vibrations of the aircraft lull her into a peaceful sleep. 

In her dreams, she found herself in their luxurious suite, surrounded by the glitz and glamor of Las Vegas. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over everything. Ashley was amazed by the sheer size of the room. It seemed as if it were as big as her house back home. As she looked around the room her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing the same dress from a week ago. The short black dress showed off her curves perfectly as she ran her hands along the sides of it to smooth it out.

She heard a knock at the door and when she opened it, Clayton stood before her, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated money as well as his boyish good looks. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Hello, Ashley," Clayton said, his voice low and husky. "Don’t mind me. I’m just going to watch."

Ashley gave him a confused look, unsure what it was he was coming to watch. 

Clayton took another step forward, closing the distance between them. She felt a flutter of excitement in her chest as Clayton approached her, his gaze intense. She tried to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she found herself being forced to her knees in front of him. She tried to stand, but it was as if she had no control over her own body. The room seemed to fade away as he quickly lowered his slacks, and his hard cock sprung to life. She felt Clayton's hands in her hair, pulling her closer to the veiny piece of flesh in front of her. Her mouth began to water, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She had never felt so alive, so wanted.

Just as she was about to take it into her mouth, she heard a voice in the distance, calling her name. She reached out, unable to get her hand fully around the cock in front of her as she turned her head toward the voice. It was Chris, he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching them with a mix of shock and confusion. Ashley tried to call out to him, to explain, but her voice failed her. Chris approached them slowly, his eyes never leaving Ashley's. He reached out a hand to touch her face, but before he could, Clayton pulled her face to his cock, his grip possessive.

"I told you she could do a lot more with those lips," Clayton said, as he plunged his cock into her waiting mouth.

Ashley's heart raced as she strained to get her mouth around the monster in front of her. She wanted to tell Chris that it wasn't true, that she loved him and only him. But the words wouldn't come. Instead, she found herself taking more and more of Clayton’s magnificent cock into her eager mouth. Tears began to build in her eyes as she choked on it, but she was determined to not give up. Something inside of her wanted to prove to herself that she could tame this beast. As she continued to bathe more of Clayton’s cock with her saliva she saw movement from the corner of her eye. Chris had taken a step back, resigned to his fate as he began slowly stroking his own, now hard, cock. She heard Clayton laugh as he looked at Chris and felt like her body was going to explode as his hands roamed over her body. 

Without warning, Clayton reached down and scooped Ashley up, causing a large ‘pop’ to echo through the room as his cock dislodged from her mouth. She let out a soft moan to protest as she found herself being carried off to the bedroom. Her eyes met Chris’ one last time as he came on his hand. His eyes were begging Ashley not to go, but before she could form any words the door was slammed shut. They ended up in a lavish bedroom, surrounded by silk sheets and flickering candles. Clayton's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body. Ashley moaned with pleasure, her desire for him growing with each passing moment as her clothes were quickly discarded and all thoughts of Chris forgotten.

Just as Clayton had lined himself up between her legs, Ashley was jolted awake by the sound of the captain announcing their descent into Las Vegas. She blinked, disoriented for a moment before realizing where she was. Her face was flush and her pulse was racing as she tried to calm herself down. Glancing over at Chris, who was still asleep beside her, she felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She needed to have that conversation with Chris sooner rather than later.

****

Clayton took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he sat at his computer, watching the cursor blink. This week was crucial for his company, and he needed to stay focused. The deal with The Morgan Group was set to close today, another large company was on the verge of signing, and Katie was managing an account that could add another 250 licenses. If they could pull it all off, they were looking at their first profitable quarter since he started the business.

Clayton's thoughts kept returning to that night. Ashley's allure was undeniable, her flirtation apparent. When he caught them, her reaction surprised him—desire, not shame. Chris's intervention felt halfhearted; he'd allowed much to unfold, even encouraging Ashley. Clayton wondered if Chris's compliance hinted at deeper desires. How far could he have pushed?

He shook those thoughts aside as he stepped out of his office and into the main room. Everyone was hard at work and barely even looked up from their keyboards. Clayton took the scene in and admired his handy work. “If it wasn't for me, most of these losers would probably be jobless,” he thought to himself, before calling a quick team meeting in the conference room to discuss strategy. 

Clayton surveyed his young sales team as they entered the conference room. Most were competent but lacked the killer instinct he sought. He hoped to cultivate this in some, while others would need his closing expertise.

Watching them intently, Clayton battled inner doubts. Past failures and his father's criticism haunted him. Determined to prove himself, he envisioned a future of wealth and power. A cough snapped him back to the present.

“Sir, should we begin?”

Clayton stood from his chair at the head of the table and put on his best smile as he looked over the small group of employees. "Alright, team," he began, his voice commanding. "This week is make or break for us. The deal with The Morgan Group is set to close today, and we have a couple of other major clients on the verge of signing. We need to be on top of our game. I don’t want to see any deals fall through. If you feel like you are losing them then call me in. This isn’t the time to have a pissing contest."

There was a murmur of agreement around the table as the team prepared to dive into the details of the week's activities. Each person talking to their neighbor smiling and nodding.

"First order of business," Clayton continued, "Chris is in Vegas this week for the sales convention. Hopefully, he's drumming up some new business for us. That means your full attention should be on closing the deals you already have, not worried about getting new ones."

There was a sense of determination in the room as the team began discussing their strategies for the week. Clayton listened intently, offering his insights and guidance where necessary, and shooting down others when he heard something he didn’t like. He wanted to make it clear, it was his way or the highway this week. No one was going to try to go out and be the hero.

As the meeting drew to a close, Katie timidly raised her hand, her voice barely above a whisper. "Um, sir," she began, her eyes downcast. "My client, Creative Horizon, is having second thoughts. They seem to think the price is too high. We have another call at the end of the week to discuss."

Clayton's brow furrowed as he processed the information. This deal was crucial, and Katie couldn't afford to fail. He turned to her with a reassuring expression. "Let's discuss strategy in my office at 4:30. I need details on what was said and your planned response. I'll guide you through the finer points and help close the deal. Consider it hands-on training." Clayton felt a stir as he emphasized those last words. He held Katie's gaze until she bit her lip and looked down, giving a small nod. He noticed her uncomfortable shift in her seat, betraying her unease.

With no further business to discuss, Clayton closed the meeting, wishing the rest of the team luck and promising that everyone could leave at 4:00 today, provided their deals were considered to be in good standing. As everyone began to file out of the conference room, he noticed Katie's nervous look around as she realized she would be the only one in the office with him during the call. 

Clayton returned to his office, coding to ease his anxiety while his team worked on sales. Initially focused, he soon found himself constantly checking emails for signed contracts. He resisted micromanaging, knowing it would be counterproductive.

His mind wandered to Ashley and their recent encounter. Her apparent interest intrigued him, and Chris's comment suggested they'd discussed Clayton's cock before. He pondered how to overcome Chris as an obstacle. As Clayton pieced together the puzzle, the first signed contract came through his inbox. His smile beamed as he thought about his success. Then, to further test his fortune, he accessed his dashboard for Bitguardian and turned on a hidden feature within it. With just a couple clicks of his mouse, he was now tapped into Chris’ phone with access to everything he had stored on it. He could also start using it as a listening device.

****

As they checked into their room at the Aria, Ashley couldn’t help but be impressed. The buzz and pure energy of the city was like nothing she’d ever felt before, it was infectious. The hotel itself was immaculate. The front face of the building reflected the neon lights of the Strip, creating a dazzling display that nearly sent Ashley into sensory overload. Above them, bundles of glowing glass hung like willow branches from a tree creating a warm ambient glow. In the background the distinct sound of slots and roulette being played caused her adrenaline to course through her as they checked in at the front desk. 

Vegas electrified Ashley's body, melting away her earlier anxiety. The need to discuss last week's events with Chris now felt more exciting than daunting. As Chris checked them in, Ashley wandered the reception area, mesmerized by an indoor fountain's intricate water patterns. Her mind drifted to their future. Previously, financial constraints had shelved talks of children. But now, flush with newfound wealth, could she broach the subject of pregnancy? The city's energy seemed to embolden her, making anything feel possible.

“We’re all set. You ready to head up to the room, babe?” Chris asked her from behind, breaking her from her trance. She gave him a warm smile and a quick kiss on the cheek as they made their way to the bank of elevators.

When they finally got to their room, it was even more impressive than they had imagined. When Clayton said he booked them a suite, they were expecting a small room with a view. Instead, what they walked into looked to be a small apartment. As the door to their room opened, it triggered something in the blinds, allowing them to open as well bringing in the lights from the city. The sitting area was easily as big as their living room back home, and the large bedroom had a jacuzzi inside the room. The couple stood in the door, mouth agape, taking it all in. They could not believe this was where they were staying for the week. It was like it was a dream they never wanted to wake up from. 

Chris fell backward on the bed, his body immediately sinking into the pillowtop mattress. “I still have a few hours before my first meeting. Do you want to explore the city a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat?”

Ashley stepped away from the window. The lights of the strip dancing in her room as she turned toward the bed and stared at her husband, looking aimlessly up at the ceiling.

“I’d love that, but first, we should talk,” she said with a playful edge in her voice as she lifted her shirt over her head. Her large chest concealed only by the thin white bra she wore. Chris was still lazily staring up at the ceiling and didn’t see her remove her shirt. His mind was on the conference later and how he was going to win some business for his new company. 

“Sure, what do we need to talk about?” Chris felt Ashley’s bra fall across his face and he immediately looked to his wife, his eyebrow cocked.

“Last week,” she said in a low voice as she stood between her husband’s legs, half naked. 

****

Clayton shot up in his seat. He couldn’t believe his luck! He quickly pressed record on his computer and made sure his door was locked. He felt his dick stir as he replayed that night. He pushed a few more keys on his computer, hopeful to access Chris’ camera so he could get the full experience. Unfortunately, his phone seemed to still be in his pocket and all Clayton saw was darkness.

****

“What about it?” Chris asked, swallowing hard as his mind tried to process what was happening. His mouth suddenly felt dry. Last week got a bit wild, even by his standards. He was still trying to come to terms with how he felt about it. Having Clayton walk in on them and then…finish on his wife had been something he thought he would be disgusted by. However, it seemed to have the opposite effect on his body. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since that night. 

Ashley smiled, as she slowly and seductively kneeled in front of her husband. She wanted to get this out before they got too deep into the Vegas experience. She thought she knew everything there was to know about her husband, but these last few weeks proved there were aspects he kept hidden from her. Fantasies that they needed to be on the same page about in order to make them work. Had Mrs. Johnson been right? Did Chris want to see her with other men? Even though these thoughts scared and confused her she felt like she had to at least discuss them with Chris in order to be a good wife.

She watched as Chris went back to that scene last week. She saw his breathing get shallow, and couldn’t help but notice the lump on his pants start to grow. “I just want to have an honest conversation about it. How it made you feel. When we talked about this before it was all just a fantasy that only we shared, but then last week…” Her voice trailed off as she slowly lowered her husband’s pants. He quickly lifted his hips allowing them to slide off with ease as he kicked them to the side. When he did that his phone fell out of his pocket and landed face up. Had they been paying attention they may have noticed the small green light that showed the camera was in use, but they were far too concerned with each other at the moment. 

****

Clayton sat back listening as the couple talked. The audio was incredible, it was like he was in the room with them. As Ashley took off her husband’s pants, Clayton saw the screen of his laptop jumble about and then he was staring at the ceiling of the hotel. He could see the bed, and Chris’ leg in the far corner of the screen. Ashley was barely visible as well, her bare arm and shoulder were on the screen but the rest of her body was just off camera. Clayton cursed the angle but didn’t dare look away in hopes that she would move her body just slightly and he would get a chance to see her nude chest.

****

Ashley ran his tongue slowly over the length of her husband’s cock. Her tongue traced at veins as she watched him squirm. “Be honest with me. It’s important we communicate about these things.”

Chris reached for his wife’s hair but was denied as she painstakingly ran her tongue across his cock. He knew she was right. If they weren’t honest with each other about what happened then it could tear them apart. He didn’t want that, but he was also concerned about what she would think of him if he spoke those words out loud, what he would think of himself. “I… I’m not sure,” he started as Ashley wrapped her fingers gently around his shaft and began a slow pumping movement. The teasing was driving him crazy. It was all he could do to get the words out. It didn’t help that she continued to play with his cock without applying any real pleasure to it. 

“I didn’t expect it to happen. Honestly, if we were sober maybe it wouldn’t have. But once it did. Seeing the way you looked at him. Feeling the way your body responded to seeing his…”

“His massive cock?” Ashley teased as her grip tightened around Chris.

He let out a soft moan at the change in pressure and tried lifting his hips to find a rhythm with her, but Ashley quickly loosened her hand, seeing the disappointment in his face.

“Ah fuck!” Chris couldn’t believe his once shy wife was saying such vulgar things. He had no idea she was capable of it, but he found it so incredibly sexy. 

“Once I saw how you responded it was like…” Chris struggled to find the right words. “It was like seeing the most erotic porn of your life and having it center all around you. Not just the visual aspect of it either, it consumed all of my senses. Hearing you talk to him, feeling your body react, the smell of…”

Ashley couldn’t take it anymore, Chris’ description of the events had her body aching. She threw her head down onto his lap engulfing his entire length into her mouth. Chris let out a loud moan and bucked his hips, momentarily choking his young wife. For a few long moments, the only sound in the room was Chris’ soft moans and the slurping sounds coming from Ashley’s mouth. 

Ashley eventually came up for air, both her and her husband now panting. “So, where does this fantasy end? Do you… do you want to see me have sex with someone else? I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I want to make you happy, to help you live out all your fantasies, but the idea of…”

Clayton couldn’t help but bite his lip when she said it. The idea of seeing her with another man actually made him want to throw up, but both of them felt his dick twitch when she said the words. "No, baby, of course not. I mean, I won’t lie, thinking about it certainly has a way of turning me on, but I would never want to cross that line. It’s like I told Clayton last week, no touching. Letting someone else see your body and dream about touching it while you talk dirty to them is one thing, but I’m not ready to cross that line yet.”

Ashley smiled. She was relieved to hear her husband say that. She understood that sometimes things could get lost in the moment and knew it was important to have ground rules. 

“No touching, I like that. But then… are you saying you want it to happen again?” Ashley’s hand stopped pumping Chris’ shaft and they stared into each other’s eyes for a long second.

“What do you want? You haven’t said how all this made you feel. Did you enjoy having two men’s eyes trained on you the entire time? Making them both cum with just a few words and movements of your hips?” Chris bit his lip watching his wife. Finally breaking eye contact as she closed her eyes to relive what he was saying.

****

Clayton was beside himself in his office. Watching this very intimate exchange between the two of them made his dick hard as steel. He closed his eyes and listened to the slurping noises of Ashley at work, imagining it was him on the receiving end, while slowly stroking his own dick. As the conversation dragged on he was already plotting his next move. “Not ready to cross that line YET”. That was what Chris said, yet. Even if he hadn’t realized it, he was already considering letting things advance. Clayton just needed to find the right motivation to help Chris move things along. He had to find a way to remove that stupid no-touching rule. 

****

“I’ll admit, when we first talked about this at the bar, I never thought I’d be into it. I was just doing it for you,” Ashley swallowed hard as tears filled her eyes. “But you’re right—the whole scene was, and is, so erotic. I don’t know if it will happen again, but if it does, I don't think I’d be against it. I felt so powerful when it was happening, so alive.”

Her eyes met his, and they both smiled. Warmth spread through Ashley's body as she realized how deeply in love she was with this man.

“There was this rush of excitement when I saw he was watching us. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist before, but now I see the appeal,” she said with a laugh, thankful the tension had left the room. She had just one more thing to admit.

Ashley buried her mouth on Chris’ cock again. Pulling her cheeks in as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. Chris let out another loud moan, gripping the sheets as he struggled to keep from coming into his wife’s mouth. With a loud pop, she released his cock from her mouth. 

“I have another confession,” she said in almost a whisper, her eyes giving off a mischievous grin as she continued to toy with the cock in front of her. 

“What did you do? Are you showing off to people at work, too?” Chris meant to say it in a playful tone, but it came out too serious. He had worried he killed the mood. 

“Is that what you want, baby? You want to start showing off to any guy I come across? You don’t want to just share me with your boss, but you want the entire city to know what a hot little slut your wife is?” She bit her bottom lip, surprising even herself as she said the words. She knew, however, it had the desired effect on Chris. He nearly bit a hole through his bottom lip as he desperately tried to use her hand to get his release. 

“No, I didn’t mean…”

“We are in Vegas after all, I’m sure there are more than a few hot guys here who would love to get a better look at these,” She grinned playfully, pushing her chest together as she placed Chris’ cock between them.

“Oh fuck, baby. You wouldn’t dare,” Chris moaned as he began to drive his hips up and fuck his wife’s chest. 

“I guess we’ll have to see,” she said with a wink as she let her tongue circle the head of his cock as it pushed through the flesh of her chest.

“So what is it then? What’s the confession?”

Ashley bit her lip as she watched her husband, she could tell he was getting close. Originally she was hoping to fuck him after this, but she could tell that would have to wait. “ I… I had a dream about him.”

“Clayton?” He meant to at least slow down his movements when he asked the question, but somehow they only got more urgent as he watched his wife.

She nodded, again allowing her tongue to snake over the head of her husband’s cock. “On the plane, I fell asleep,” she kept her eyes locked on Chris. He was working himself up to a finish. At first, she expected to see anger, or at least a little sadness in his eyes, but all she saw was pure lust.

“We had just gotten our room. You were in the bathroom and he was at the door. When I went to answer he forced me to my knees. I think I tried to get up, but I couldn’t, and then his cock was out and it was right in front of me and so big,” she bit her lip as she recalled the dream. Her fingers slid down her body, hoping to offer herself at least a little relief.

“Oh fuck,” Chris moaned, closing his eyes before he could see his wife’s fingers make contact with her clit. 

Ashley gave out a soft moan as her fingers found her slick entrance, her own hips starting to rock. “I took him in my mouth. God baby, it felt so real, he was so rough with me, but it only seemed to make me want it more. And his cock, fuck, it was so thick. My jaw hurt trying to…” She gave a soft moan as she teased her folds, she had needed to cum since she woke up from that dream. “Trying to take his whole cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, baby,” Chris felt his orgasm rising quickly. His mind couldn’t process what was real and what was a fantasy anymore. As he worked his cock between Ashley’s slick chest all he could see in his mind was his wife on her knees servicing Clayton. He wanted to think about something else, to inject himself into the scene somehow, but Ashley’s moans and storytelling made it so vivid.

Ashley pushed her fingers into her dripping sex, her own orgasm approaching much more quickly than she had thought possible. She was beginning to think something was wrong with her. She had been so turned on she’d been these last few weeks. It felt like she was always aroused or thinking about sex.

“You came out of the bathroom, and I thought you were going to stop him, but you just watched. I thought for sure I was going to conquer him though. I was forcing more and more of him into my mouth, I thought I was going to choke or pass out. Just when I thought he may come he scooped me up and took me into the bedroom, locking you out,” Ashley’s fingers worked her clit faster. Her entire body felt like it was on fire as her juices coated her hand and she moaned in delight.

“Oh fuck… did you let him…did he fuck you?” The words flew out of his mouth faster than his brain could process them. He was no longer sure if they were talking about a dream or real life, but something in his mind told him it didn’t matter. 

“He threw me down on the bed and then spread me wide. He pointed that large cock right at my pussy and then….oh fuck,” Chris came at that exact time. His cum covered Ashley’s chest and face. Not to be deterred, her fingers continued to work her slit and only seconds after him, she experienced her own orgasm. She nearly fell forward as her walls clenched her fingers, desperate for them to be replaced by a cock as the image of Clayton kneeling between her spread legs replayed in her mind. 

As they both came down from their orgasm, Ashley looked down at her husband and smiled, dragging her tongue around her lips and tasting his seed. “That was when I woke up, just before he…” She let the sentence end there as she stood and turned toward the shower to wash off.

****

Clayton was standing over his desk now, dick in hand as he watched the events unfold in front of him. He heard Ashley tell her husband about her dream. He held his breath as he listened to the events unfold, and saw Chris’ reaction as she played it all back to him. This was all too good to be true; he was almost certain now he was going to get his chance to fuck this pretty wife, despite what they might think right now. 

Clayton felt his own orgasm approaching, and he knew the next time she came, he would quickly follow suit. Just as she stood up and turned toward the shower, her perfectly naked chest came into view. Clayton’s eyes went wide with delight as he let out a low growl and painted his monitor with cum. 

****

At exactly 4:30, Clayton heard a weak tap on his door. 

“It’s open,” he yelled, closing out Bitguardian and pulling back up his email just as Katie walked in. 

“You wanted to see  me, sir?” She asked shyly, her eyes looking to the ground. 

“Good, you’re here. Shut the door and have a seat,” He rose from his chair and stretched out. “Tell me the latest.”

“Well, um, like I said in the meeting. I thought the deal was near done then at the last minute they…” Katie froze, her mouth hanging open as Clayton stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Her entire body tensed as she lost her train of thought.

“Go on,” His voice sounded so powerful, like he was speaking through a megaphone right into her ear. She tried to focus her breathing, but suddenly the room felt so suffocating, that she worried she might faint. 

“They,  um… they came back to me this morning and said they needed at least another twenty percent discount in order to move forward," she felt his hands tighten on her shoulders as she spoke. “I...I've been trying my best, sir. The product is just h-hard to sell sometimes…”

Clayton sighed like a disappointed father. “The product isn’t the issue. The issue is your pitiful lack of confidence and assertiveness. Take right now, for example. I can see how uncomfortable I’m making you, yet instead of addressing it, instead of standing up and slapping me, you bottle it up and take it.”

Katie felt Clayton remove his hands from her shoulders and heard his footsteps as he walked in front of her. He placed a finger under her chin, forcing her widened eyes to meet his.

"But I’m going to change that. From this moment on, every day at this hour, you will come to my office for training. By the time I’m done with you, you'll be able to sell ice to a fucking Eskimo."

Katie gasped. She wasn’t sure how to respond. All she could do was nod silently.

“Stop nodding. When someone says something, you look them in the eye and respond!”

Katie bit her lip. She knew this was wrong, but somewhere deep down she also wondered if she allowed him to torment her if she really would be a better salesperson. With a sudden burst of confidence, she lifted her head and locked eyes with him. “Yes sir.”

He held her eyes for an uncomfortably long moment before allowing a slow smile to spread across his face. "Better. You're already making progress."

“Now, stand up,” he demanded but never took a step back himself.

Before long the training session began to take shape. As minutes slowly ticked by, the session became increasingly more physical in nature. Clayton would invade Katie's personal space, walking circles around her as he aggressively challenged her to role-play sales pitches. He'd shove her shoulders back, forcing her to stand up straight or grip her jaw tightly with his fingers as he corrected her diction. This became their routine at the end of every day. 

"Speak from the diaphragm! With confidence! Don't let me intimidate you," he said through clenched teeth, his face just inches from hers. Katie struggled not to cringe away from his hot breath and unwavering stare. After each painfully long segment in the session, he would make it a point to praise her on her progress, no matter how small. 

“I’m starting to see a fire in your eyes. Good, good. We're getting somewhere now," a subtle undercurrent ran through his praise, both a reward and a threat if she dared to backslide.

Increasingly dependent on his approval yet fearing his intensifying rebukes, Katie found herself getting lost in the moment of it all. At first, his touch made her feel suffocated and in danger. Now, each touch felt like a jolt of electricity running through her body. Katie found herself spending nights rehearsing his lessons in her apartment. An obsession with pleasing this man, who had hand-picked her for his personal tutelage, began to eclipse all other areas of her life. Clayton couldn’t believe how drawn to it she had become. In just under a week, Katie had changed almost her entire persona, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

****

Chris straightened his tie again, its tightness constricting like the pressures riding on this convention. He took a deep breath, willing himself to put his best foot forward for Bitguardian. He knew a lot was riding on this convention and he was determined to prove to Clayton that he was the right man for the job. To prove to everyone that ever doubted him that he belonged in this world. The sprawling space was packed with tech industry booths and professionals in suits shaking hands and exchanging business cards. 

An hour later, Chris was momentarily caught off-guard as his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a text from Ashley containing just two words and an attached photo - "Miss me?"

He bit his lip as he glimpsed the picture she'd sent. It was a classic Ashley move, a flirty swimsuit selfie from the Aria pool with a coy expression on her face. He knew from experience that her texts were only going to get more provocative from here.

Pocketing his phone, he refocused on the IT manager he'd been pitching to. "Sorry about that. As I was saying, our multi-factor authentication process is fool-proof, so there's no risk of..."

His voice trailed off as his phone vibrated again. This time it was a video message titled "For your eyes only ;)"

Chris coughed to cover his pause. "You'll have to excuse me one moment," he said, stepping away to find a quiet corner, hands trembling slightly as he opened the video.

It started innocuously enough, just Ashley lounging poolside in a tiny crimson bikini. But then she blew a kiss towards the camera lens and let the camera slowly travel down her body. For a moment, it looked like she had no top on at all, but at the last second, the slightest hint of one appeared, barely covering the top of her nipple. Chris felt his pulse quicken as he wondered how far this game of hers was going to go. He needed to refocus. Unfortunately, as he looked up from his phone screen, the IT manager had already moved on, clearly annoyed at his lack of attention. 

He moved on to the next group, the phone still intermittently buzzing away with naughty photos and videos from Ashley. Between pitches, he managed to sneak a look at her latest message. She must have gotten bored at the pool and decided to do some shopping. The latest picture showed her standing in front of a full-length mirror in just a small black lace pair of panties, the curve of one breast barely peeking out of the frame with the text "Trying on some new outfits for you ;)"

Chris was determined to stay laser-focused as he approached the booth for Larken Industries, a manufacturing firm with around 2,000 employees across the southwest. This was exactly the kind of business that he needed to get on board to prove himself.

"Tom Ashford, head of IT," the graying man in a navy suit, introduced himself with a firm handshake. "What can you tell me about this Bitguardian thing?"

Chris launched into his pitch, putting on his most charismatic smile. "Our mobile device management software is going to revolutionize how you handle security and encryption across your employees' phones and tablets. With Bitguardian's military-grade protocols..."

As he spoke, his phone vibrated almost urgently in his pocket. Certainly another teasing message from Ashley. He determinedly ignored it and kept his focus on Tom.

"...And our spiderweb integration can map and secure every single device linked to your central company network. Gartner predicts mobile cyber attacks are going to spike 85% over the next year, so locking things down is crucial."

Tom stroked his chin thoughtfully. "That all sounds pretty impressive. I've got to say, mobile security has been a real vulnerability for us lately."

Chris' phone buzzed again, this time with an insistent pulse pattern, telling him it was likely video rather than just photos. He fought to keep his mind from wandering to what sort of salacious content Ashley might have sent.

"And with our continuous monitoring systems, we'll keep threats at bay 24/7," he barreled on, hoping to wrap up the conversation before temptation got the better of him. "Let me know if you'd like me to put together a formal proposal and I’d be happy to get something together," Chris took a breath as he watched Tom think about the proposal. 

“That sounds great. Here’s my card, reach out to me when you get back to the office, and let’s talk about setting up a trial,” Tom said, handing him his business card as he began to walk away.

Excited about the news, Chris quickly took his phone out of his pocket to tell Ashley, momentarily forgetting about the videos and pictures that were being exchanged. When he opened the screen, his jaw dropped.

"Room service is taking forever..." Ashley captioned the latest pic, which showed her standing completely nude, except for the smallest black thong he’d ever seen, and slouched against the hotel room door like a centerfold model. 

“Oh…wow,” Chris heard from behind him. He quickly spun around, red with embarrassment, as he saw Tom staring at his screen. Before he could respond with an apology, Tom just smiled. “We will definitely be in touch,” he said before slapping his shoulder and disappearing into the crowd. 

****

As the week continued, Clayton’s actions became more pronounced and deliberate. He would stand unnecessarily close to Katie during their sessions, his body just barely grazing hers as he circled her. His hands began to linger, squeezing her shoulders from behind, adjusting her stance by pressing a firm hand against her lower back and allowing his fingers to wander. At first, Katie would tense up under these invasions of her personal space. But Clayton was a master of gradual escalation. He had been here many times before and knew exactly which buttons to push.

"Relax, I'm just showing you how to take up space and exude confidence," he murmured by her ear as he molded her body with his hands. "You're far too timid. A strong, powerful woman owns every room she walks into."

Slowly, Katie's defenses began to lower. The more aggressive Clayton became, the more it validated his teachings on assertiveness. Was this what true confidence looked like—brushing off inappropriate behavior as no big deal? Part of her wanted to believe he was just unorthodox in his methods. Despite herself, she began to feel more self-assured after his hands-on coaching session. His bold dominance seemed to transfer to her through osmosis, a fact not lost on Clayton. He noticed the way she looked at him, not just with the will to learn, but with sudden desire. It wouldn’t be long until she was eating out of the palm of his hand, doing his bidding.

After a couple hours of training late on Friday, Clayton stood in front of Katie, his hands on her hips as they stared at one another. “I think you’re ready,” he said with a grin. 

"Thank you so much, sir. I honestly feel like a new person," she said, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Then, in what felt like a final test, he pressed his lips against hers. It took Katie’s tired brain only a second to catch up. He wrapped his arm tightly around her, letting his hands rest on the swell of her ass as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Finally, she pulled back her eyes, meeting him as he gave her a cocky smile. Clayton was momentarily shocked at what came next, as Katie slapped him hard across his face. The sting in his cheek did little to take the smirk away as Katie never broke eye contact with him. 

Undeterred, he pulled her into another kiss, digging his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her ass as he pulled her into another kiss. For a second, her tongue found his, and she got lost in the primalness of it all. Her defenses were starting to weaken, as she again pulled away from the kiss and swung her hand again at her boss. He was ready for it this time, however, and caught her wrist before it made contact. He glared into her eyes and saw not just passion and fury, but also, lust. He saw her face soften and felt her body relax. He quickly spun her body around, pushing her against the wall as he pressed his body to her back and his lips found her exposed neck. 

Katie shuddered.

"I… we shouldn’t be doing this.”

He paid no attention, instead, he brought his hand around her body, pinching her nipple as he continued kissing her neck lightly.

She winced slightly at the touch of his fingers on her chest, but involuntarily moved her head towards him, exposing her neck more, as if in approval. At least, that's how he took it. He slipped his other arm from her shoulder and dropped it down and around her waist, his hand landing on her lower stomach.

The kisses continued, his right hand moving over to her left breast and his left hand gently massaging her lower stomach through the thin skirt, bunching it up slightly as he inched his fingers downward. Turning her around, his arms went around her, pulling her to him for a very long, deep kiss. Katie was melting fast. When he bit down on her lip before allowing his tongue to explore hers, it shattered the remains of her resistance. She was breathing hard, feeling her heart doing a fluttering beat, and that all too familiar feeling between her legs that felt like it had been building all week.

None of these signals went unnoticed with Clayton. He had been around this block before; actually, he had expected her to cave earlier in the week and was impressed with her resistance thus far.

Accepting her actions as unspoken approval, he guided her over to the other side of the room, placing her on the plush sofa in his office. Clayton sat beside her, covering her body with his, his hands never stopping their exploration, and his tongue deep inside her mouth doing a slow dance with hers.

Clayton sensed that she was totally open to his advances. He held his breath. Regardless of what had happened up to this point, this was a big moment. Slowly, he slid down off the couch to his knees in front of her. Katie was surprised at her disappointment when his mouth left hers. It was so nice. He placed his hands between her knees and very slowly spread them, giving him an unhindered view of her under the short skirt. His hands went above her knees, pushing her legs wide apart, before he leaned over and started trailing kisses up her legs right behind where his hands were teasing.

Katie closed her eyes and lifted her hips slightly in reaction to his kisses. He took that chance to push her skirt up above her hips, exposing her thong. The thin pink material already looked saturated with moisture and he could see the thin strip of hair hiding underneath it. 

"Mmm, I haven’t seen a landing strip in some time,” he whispered teasingly, as his hands continued to slide up her slender legs. Katie’s face turned crimson as she slid down the sofa so that her back was against the corner. She tried to lower her head to see her most intimate parts, but he was having far too much fun teasing her.

“Patience is just as important as confidence,” he said, as she rationalized that this was all still part of the training. All the while, his hands never stopped their upward movement in a tantalizingly slow process. His fingers felt magic, each little circle making Katie’s nerve ends explode as they crossed. Finally, mercifully, he reached her panties. Those magic fingers never stopped tormenting her, teasing her through the little wisp of near-nothing that covered her.

He wasn’t sure what was more of a turn-on for him at the moment. The way he had almost completely changed this soft-spoken, meek girl in a week. Or the way he was able to just as easily bring her back to that submissive place with the way she was silently encouraging him with her gentle hip rotations and the soft moans pouring out of her. 

After teasing her for what seemed forever, his fingers finally went under her thong and found her, wet and swollen. Katie reacted with a soft moan. She didn't want him to stop and wasn't going to pretend anymore. Her legs opened wider as his fingers worked slow magic on her clit, finally slipping inside her expectant channel. When they did, she bucked her body up to meet them with a muted cry. They felt wonderful in there, alternating between slow, long strokes and then rapid, hard thrusts that made her body move against his fingers.

Just as he knew she was about to come, he removed his fingers and peeled her thong off so slowly that it was torture for both of them. He took his thumbs and spread her wide open, giving kisses not on her mouth, but rather on her wet pussy taking her swollen clit in his mouth and running his tongue over it.

Katie was unaware that her cries were no longer so muted. Her hips were doing a slow, involuntary rotation as he began a very slow, very soft sucking motion, slipping her clit in and out of his mouth, scraping it with his teeth. Finally, she couldn't hold it anymore and exploded, bucking so hard he had to work to stay with her.

Clayton was on his knees on the floor but sort of extended out so that even though her legs went up over his shoulders she was not in a contorted position, but rather lying flat. His hands had slipped under her hips, giving them support as he lifted them in the air. There was no doubt that he had complete control of her and he was welcome to it, as she encouragedly whimpered softly coming down from her orgasm.

He slowed down, giving her time to recover yet teasing her simultaneously. Then, as if on cue, he sucked hard once more, triggering another mind-crushing orgasm. Katie had experienced multiple orgasms from oral sex before, but this was undoubtedly the best. His approach demonstrated that her pleasure was his top priority, and he seemed insatiable in pleasing her. If this was his way of repaying her for the week, she considered it fully settled.

Finally, he slowed down and the torrid eating became a gentle nibble. In the state she was in it was a little disappointing but she said nothing as she knew as well as he that their time was up. Finally, he stood up and pulled her forward on the couch. Her face was level with his waist.

She almost fainted!!!

Sometime, somehow, he had removed his pants during all this. She was staring straight at his anatomy, not more than six inches away. If she had thought she’d seen a large cock before, this one was at least double that. He took her hands and placed them gently on it, fully feeling the full girth and length.

"Do you want it?" he asked.

Her only answer was an unintelligible moan.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" 

After a few seconds, Katie could only nod. She was still holding it, slightly moving the skin up and down with both hands, she caused him to weave back and forth.

"What did I tell you about nodding?" He asked, slapping her ass hard enough that she jumped and let out a yelp. 

She broke her eyes away from his cock to meet his. All the while, she slowly stroked it with a renewed sense of power. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” The fire had once again returned to her eyes. She didn’t dare look away.

Hearing her finally say the words, nearly caused Clayton to cum in her hand. Instead, without breaking eye contact, he quickly positioned his throbbing cock at her entrance. As he rubbed it along her clit he could see the fear in her eyes. He’d seen that look before, every new conquest he had once had that same look. Finally, all the waiting and the games were over. With one hard thrust, he buried his cock inside her small frame. 

The way Clayton thrust his entire cock quickly into her hurt, but it was a good hurt. In its simplest form, it was the hurt of a primal man taking a woman without any other care in the world. Katie felt herself stretched to the brink by his cock. She had never felt so full before. Thankfully Clayton had warmed her body up, it didn't take long before she felt like her body had a handle on his massive organ. She could feel Clayton touching places within her that had never been explored, stimulating her every nerve. It felt amazing.

"Mmmmmm," She moaned looking at him with a lust-filled expression. He held his cock still as she rolled her hips on it, trying to coax him into fucking her. Katie groaned under him, frustrated, wanting more of his cock but also taking a second to grow accustomed to his size. Clayton enjoyed the way her pussy was milking his cock, before pulling almost all of his shaft out of her and then slamming it back into her.

Wasting no more time, Clayton set a punishing pace - ruthlessly slamming his hips forward to impale Katie on his shaft with harsh grunts and growls of exertion. Her petite frame was pinned between him and the sofa, leaving her bouncing helplessly with the sheer force of his savage thrusts.

"Aaahhh GOD! Yes yes yes..." Katie dissolved into garbled moans of shameless rapture, overwhelmed by the dominant and relentlessly claiming of her.

One hand slid from supporting her thigh to palming and squeezing her breast through the flimsy fabric of her dress. Katie cried out sharply as he twisted her nipple with rough dominance while simultaneously increasing the brutal cadence drilling her raw.

It wasn't enough. Katie desperately wanted -- needed -- all of him with nothing between them. Utilizing what little dexterity remained, she scratched at the strained neckline of her dress until it ripped down the front in one long tear, baring her chest fully to her ruthless boss’ greedy eyes and hands.

"Fuck...what a gorgeous little slut you’ve become," Clayton taunted, immediately latching onto one of her exposed tits to suck and nip at the sensitive peak. "Made to take this cock over and over again..."

"Uh, uh, fuck," Katie’s moaning was growing more frantic. There was no more pretense of staying quiet. What were once silent cries, now neared full-on screams as she felt the full power of his cock. She was going to cum again. She was astonished at how quickly her body was giving her another orgasm. She had lost count of how many she must have had, but this one felt even bigger than the rest.

"Do it," Clayton growled in her ear. "Cum for me, cum on my cock." He felt his own orgasm approaching and he knew the next time she came, he would quickly follow suit.

The words sent Katie over the edge. Her world exploded with pleasure as her pussy tightly gripped his cock as she came. Her body was racked by an orgasm that seemed to never end. Stars exploded behind her eyes, entire galaxies igniting each time he bottomed out to thoroughly sheathe himself in her convulsing grip.

Clayton was determined to ride this one out as well. However, as her walls continued to clinch and pull on his cock, he knew it was inevitable. He buried himself to the hilt with one last brutal thrust, swelling and erupting in hot spurts of release that immediately overflowed Katie’s swollen lips.

Katie was too weak and too engulfed by her own orgasm to even realize what was happening. Her cries echoed through the office as her body convulsed in pleasure. 

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she looked down at tattered clothes and swollen lips. “Do you have something I can clean off with?” She looked to Clayton who was already pulling his pants on. 

“Afraid not. You can get some hand towels out of the bathroom,” he said with a shrug as he zipped back up before adding, “You can leave through the back if you think it will help.” His attention was no longer on her. He was back at his computer, staring at the screen as he looked at the pictures Ashley had been sending Chris and plotting his next move. His cock already starting to stir again as he looked at the near-nude wife of his fantasies. 

Katie lay there for several seconds, just blinking. She wasn’t sure if she should curse him for leaving her in such a state, or thank him for the mind-blowing experience she just experienced. Eventually, she settled on neither and gingerly stood up and put herself together. Oddly, she couldn't find her panties. Clayton looked to be growing impatient with the fact she was still there and was not so subtly urging her to leave. She rationalized that she was just going straight home anyway and Clayton could find them later and get rid of them. Without so much as a goodnight or thank you from her boss, now latest partner, she slipped out the back door without them.