‘Hands and knees,’ he tells me, and I brace once again. Brendan wraps one arm tightly around my cum-smeared stomach and proceeds to absolutely let rip, his thrusts hard and fast and aggressive, as if he’s trying to get as many in as humanly possible before he, too, capitulates.

It’s so much sensation and exactly what I need, and I’m powerless to withstand it in my current, hyper-aroused state. So I brace, my marked skin growing cool, my pussy utterly molten, and I fix my gaze on Ethan’s shiny black shoes as Brendan pummels into me.

It’s too good it’s too good it’s too good⁠—

I shatter. Shatter. I soar through the air, oblivious to the excruciating vulnerability of this situation, oblivious to everything that’s not the white-hot pleasure Brendan’s dick is wringing from somewhere deep inside my body.

‘Look at that,’ Ethan says in a still-strained voice. His shoes move to my left, presumably for a better view of the action, as Brendan hardens and stills in that glorious, miraculous way, before he too shatters inside me with noisy grunts that make me feel like I’m being fucked by the Beast himself.

Two guys.

Two holes.

Orgasms all round.

It’s a new low.

Or a new high.

In this moment, I genuinely can’t work out which.

It strikes me on the way back to the office that this is the perfect chance to notify Brendan of my intention to take leave. I’m not sure if it’s an opportunity to regain some semblance of control or if I have a vague belief that he owes me one, that it would be unseemly of him to complain about my taking leave when I’ve just accommodated one of his most taboo fantasies.

I may have had a couple of orgasms, but I’m in no doubt as to who was servicing who this afternoon.

Besides, he’s doom-scrolling on his phone and largely ignoring me, which, given what just went down, is an excellent reminder that what we have is purely transactional in nature. At no point since we left Ethan’s office has he checked in to ask me how I’m doing. Sure, I’m about to lie to him, but this job is a means to an end, and when the means get as extreme as that, it’s even more important for me to secure my end.

The final payday I require to front Tabby’s medical bills isn’t until next week, but even if Brendan threw his toys fully out of the pram and sacked me over taking leave, he’d still have to give me a month’s notice. It’s unlikely, though. I’m counting on the fact that I’ve earned some serious brownie points this afternoon and shown him that I’ve got what it takes to be a valued Seraph EA.