The Shareholders Meeting 🌶🌶🌶
A Boardroom Public Offering
Scene: The Boardroom with the full Board of Directors and Shareholders post 1:1 office meeting between CEO and CLO
The scent lingers on his skin.
It’s hers—the warm musk of her submission, her surrender, her sweetness still clinging to him from their encounter just minutes ago.
He fastens his cufflinks, smooths his tie, and adjusts the slight crease in his tailored grey trousers. His movements are measured, precise. No rush. No need. He already owns what every other man in that room desires.
She is his. And they will know.
The Tension of Knowing
The boardroom hums with low gruff murmurs and shifting seats, but when she enters, silence falls.
She walks in. Prim. Professional. Perfectly composed. Her sharp Italian eyewear, her fitted pencil skirt, the delicate silk blouse still slightly disheveled from where he had bunched it up in his fists as he took her—it’s all in place. Almost.
But the air betrays her. The men know. They can smell it. Not perfume, not soap, not the lingering trace of an afternoon espresso.
Carnage. Him.
She is etched into his possession. And despite her flawless composure, the hint of pink still blooming up her neck tells the truth.
He watches them react. The men try to be discreet, but he sees the way their gazes flutter to her throat, her lips, the subtle shift in her walk—the way she is still recovering from his personal use.
They adjust their ties, clear their throats, shift in their seats—because they know. And he lets them sit in it. Let’s them stew in the unbearable envy of understanding she is collared and by whom.
She is his prize to publicly parade.
The First Command: A Silent Test
The meeting begins, and yet it does not. Numbers are reviewed. Financials are discussed. Words are spoken. But every man in the room is distracted. Every man in the room is reading her fire-breathing eyes . . . the world's baby girl in agony's lost delight...her disruptor mouth now claimed soft and sucking at the head of CEO's promised might.
He enjoys this. Their restraint under the spell of his power. He leans back in his chair. Lazily. Confidently. Then, without a word, he tilts his head slightly—just enough for her to see.
Prove it, his gaze commands.
And she does. A tiny movement. A subtle shift. Her legs part. Just barely.
Only he notices. And it’s enough.
The Invitation
When the meeting concludes, he closes his laptop with a deliberate snap.
He rises slowly, adjusting the cuff of his bespoke shirt. A pause. A glance. Then, finally—his voice, smooth and unhurried:
“Gentlemen, I believe our Chief Legal Officer deserves a reward for her unwavering loyalty and hard work.”
There’s no misunderstanding.
He walks behind her chair, rests a possessive hand on her shoulder.
She tilts her chin up, eyes wide, waiting.
“Would you like that, my darling?”
A slow nod. Her breath quickens.
“I can’t hear you, little one.”
“Yes please,” she manages in a husky whisper.
And he smiles.
“Good girl.”
Then, turning to the room:
“Shall we?”
And one by one, they approach.
The Ultimate Power Exchange
He watches as they take her. As they worship. Revere. Devour. As they follow his lead and carry out his directives using his favorite toy bunny.
But only because she allows it. She craves it. The power is hers. She wields it to let herself be used how she has always hoped, because she has made herself known to abandon and deprivations law.
It is the one compass she will not deny, the one circuit and art that is scorched on her purpose.
xoxo, Firefly ❤️🔥
p.s. Have you ever imagined being singled out for a group of others’ (and your!) enjoyment?