Chapter 285: Edge Of Ruin

Holly’s POV

I made it exactly seven steps down the hallway before my knees remembered they were supposed to hold me up.

The plug shifted with every stride…thick, unyielding, pressing right against that spot that made my vision spark. No panties. No mercy. Just the obscene, slippery glide of my own arousal keeping it seated deep. Every clench felt like a secret confession.

This is insane. This is my life now. And I love it!

I reached my desk on autopilot, dropped into the chair…and immediately regretted it. The sudden pressure punched a silent ‘oh fuck’ straight through me. I gripped the edge of the desk, nails digging into wood, thighs squeezing together so hard my calves cramped.

‘Don’t come, Holly. Do NOT come at your desk before ten a.m. on a Friday. You are a professional. Sort of.’

My phone buzzed once. A single word from David.

Behave.

I stared at it. Then…because apparently I have a death wish…I typed back…

‘Make me.’ Sent.

I immediately regretted that too because the reply came in under three seconds.

Already planning it.

I pressed my thighs together again. Harder. The low throb inside me answered like it had his voice wired directly to my nervous system.

Behind me, the hallway was starting to fill…morning chatter, coffee cups, the printer waking up like a grumpy old man. Normal Friday sounds.

Meanwhile I was sitting here soaked, plugged, and mentally cataloging every filthy thing David had done to me in the last twelve hours.

The elevator stunt. Back in his bedroom. The shower where he’d pinned my wrists above my head and fucked me so slow I’d cried actual tears begging him to go faster. The way he’d laughed…dark and delighted…and told me “good girls wait.” Then made me wait longer.

I blushed so hard my ears burned.

His woman.

The phrase hit different now that it was real. Not fantasy-Holly scribbling his name in margins anymore. Actual, walking-around-with-his-toy-inside-her Holly. Claimed. Marked. His.

I caught myself smiling like an idiot at my locked computer screen.

Then someone tapped my desk.

I yelped…quiet, but real…and snapped my head up.

David.

Leaning one hip against the edge of my desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie still slightly crooked from where I’d yanked it in the elevator. Looking like sin in a three-piece suit.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as my eyes snagged on the dark hickeys bruising his neck…undeniable proof of what my mouth had claimed.

The memory made my pulse stutter again, especially when I thought of the matching marks blooming on my own skin, hidden beneath a scarf like a delicious secret only we knew.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched me try to pull myself together.

Then, low enough that only I could hear:

“You see that little stunt you pulled in the elevator…” His voice was velvet dragged over gravel. “…I’ll make you pay for it. Slowly. With every fucking step you take today.”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip so hard I tasted copper.

He didn’t smile. Not really. Just that lazy, predatory curl of his mouth that said he already knew exactly how wet that promise made me.

And then…as though he’d read my mind and decided to be cruel…he slipped his hand into his pocket.

The vibration hit like a lightning strike.

Low at first. Teasing. A lazy pulse that made my inner walls flutter helplessly around the silicone.

I gasped…sharp, involuntary…and grabbed the desk with both hands. My hips rocked forward before I could stop them.

He clicked it off just as fast.

Then he leaned down, pretending to point at something on my monitor, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Every time you think about being bossy,” he murmured, “I turn it up one notch. Test me, baby. See how long you last before you’re humping your desk in front of the whole floor.”

He straightened. Gave me that same lazy smirk.

And walked away like he hadn’t just set me on fire.

I sat there breathing through my mouth, thighs trembling, smiling so wide it hurt.

This. This was exactly how I’d always imagined it would feel to be owned by Mason Brown.

Terrifying, exhilarating and perfect in the right ways.

Amber appeared at my desk maybe ten minutes later, iced latte in hand, eyebrows already climbing.

“Holly. You didn’t go home yesterday?”

I blinked at her, still half-dazed. “Hm?”

“You’re in the same outfit. Same earrings. Same everything. Spill. Where did you go after leaving early?”

I forced a laugh that sounded way too breathy. “Long story. Crashed at a friend’s place. Nothing to change into this morning.”

She sipped her drink, eyes narrowing playfully. “Oh really. This friend… she or he?”

I felt my face heat again. “It’s not what you think.”

“Uh-huh.” She leaned closer. “Let me guess? Your amazing, hot and thoughtful boyfriend? Did he give you the time of your life last night?”

I choked on air. “Amber!”

She cackled. “What? You look happy and content. I’m just happy for you.”

Before I could deflect, she straightened. “Anyway…yesterday was insane with the performance the bosses put up. And this morning? Mr David sent a company-wide message that both he and Norman are presenting their final stances to the teams today regarding the deal they argued about. Like… we get to pick sides. Open forum. Bloodbath vibes.”

I snorted despite myself. “As long as they don’t actually throw punches again.”

“Fingers crossed.” She jerked her thumb toward the conference wing. “I’m setting up the room. Wanna help? I need someone to hold the evil clicker while I wrestle the projector.”

“Sure,” I said, pushing up from the chair.

Big mistake.

The plug shifted again…deeper this time…and I froze mid-motion, breath catching.

‘How the hell am I supposed to walk around like this?’

I should sneak out. Hit the boutique two blocks over. Buy emergency panties. A skirt that actually zips all the way.

Or…

My brain lit up.

Stores these days have apps where you can pick items and have them delivered to you. Discreet delivery. I could order panties. Bras. A couple nighties. Maybe… a few things that would make David lose his mind when he saw them later.

I pulled out my phone as I followed Amber down the hall.

Added my sizes.

Added three bra-and-panty sets…black lace, red satin, one sheer white that left nothing to the imagination.

Then…because I was clearly possessed…I tossed in two babydoll nighties. One with garters. One with a slit that went way too high.

My cheeks were on fire the whole time.

Amber glanced over. “What’s got you blushing like that?”

I coughed. “Just… saw something funny online.”

“Uh-huh.” She smirked but didn’t push.

I hit the checkout and paid. Got the little ding… ‘Your order arrives in 2 hours.’

‘Please God don’t let this thing slip out before then. I actually… like it there.’

We reached the conference room. Started dragging chairs. Setting out water pitchers. Connecting laptops.

My phone rang minutes later.

Kayla.

I answered on the second ring, keeping my voice low.

“Hey.”

“Did you make it through the night?” she asked immediately. “You sound… alive. Very alive for someone who was scared for her life last night.”

I laughed…quiet, filthy. “Barely.”

A pause. “Holly. Are you okay?”

I glanced around…no one close…then dropped my voice to a whisper.

“It was the best, filthiest, sexiest twelve hours of my entire life. I would sell you to the devil to do it again, Kay.”

Kayla groaned. “There is something deeply wrong with you.”

“Probably.”

“You coming home today? I need to drag you to see someone very important.”

I grinned. “Not even curious who so no. Not interested. And no…I’m not coming back this weekend just in case you’re wondering. Daddy wants me all to himself.”

Silence.

Then a shriek so loud I had to pull the phone away.

“HOLLY! You call him daddy now?!”

I giggled…actual schoolgirl giggle, but didn’t respond to her outburst. “Hope Caden’s okay. Tell him Mommy misses him. I’ll see him next week. Gotta go…we’ve got the big meeting.”

“Wait…Holly…protection. Please tell me you’re using protection.”

I coughed. “Bye, love you, bye.”

Then I hung up before she could say anything else.

Just in time, people started to file in…suits, tablets, nervous energy.

I looked up and locked eyes with David across the room.

He was already watching me.

Not subtle. Not pretending. Just… hungry. And my stomach flipped.

He gave the tiniest tilt of his head… as though saying ‘come here.’

I swallowed hard and started walking toward him.

Every step reminding me exactly who I belonged to.

And exactly how much trouble I was already in.