Chapter 286: The Type of Ruin I Crave

Holly’s POV

I crossed the conference room like I was walking through molasses…every step deliberate, every shift of my hips a reminder of the thick silicone buried inside me. The low hum of conversation faded to white noise. All I could hear was my own pulse and the wet, secret clench of my body around the toy he’d inserted into me this morning.

David didn’t move from his spot at the head of the long table. He simply watched me approach, arms loosely crossed, that unreadable mask firmly in place for everyone else. But his eyes…God, those eyes…were molten. They tracked every micro-expression I failed to hide, every tiny hitch in my breath.

When I was close enough, he spoke, voice pitched low but perfectly clear, professional enough that no one would think twice.

“Holly. Sit here.” He tapped the chair immediately to his right…the one closest to him, the one that should have belonged to whichever VP was presenting. “You’re my assistant. You belong next to me.”

The words were casual on the surface. To anyone listening, it was just logistics. To me, they were a brand burned straight into my skin.

I obeyed instantly. No hesitation, no coy glance around the room. I just moved to the chair and sat…like a well-trained puppy answering its master’s call. My thighs pressed together as I lowered myself, the plug settling deeper, forcing a soft exhale I prayed no one noticed.

The moment my weight was fully on the seat, his hand dropped beneath the table. Out of sight. Casual. He hooked two fingers under the arm of my chair and tugged…sharp, possessive…until the metal legs scraped quietly across the floor and I was inches from his side.

Close enough that his thigh brushed mine under the tablecloth. Close enough that I could smell the faint trace of his cologne and the warmer, darker note of his skin.

He didn’t look at me again. Not directly. Just let his knuckles rest against my bare knee for one deliberate second…a silent promise…before withdrawing to flip open his leather folio like nothing had happened.

People kept filing in. Chairs scraped. Laptops opened. Norman strode in with his usual bluster, flanked by two employees who looked like they’d rather be anywhere else.

Amber darted around adjusting the projector one last time, shooting me a quick, curious glance when she noticed my new seating arrangement. I pretended to be very busy arranging my notepad and pen.

Inside, I was vibrating harder than the toy he hadn’t turned on yet.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him motion for me, but I didn't respond. And instead of calling out to me like a normal person would do, he pressed the button.

My thighs snapped together so fast the chair squeaked and I closed my eyes.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and stared straight ahead, pretending to read the agenda on the screen.

‘Do not look at him. Do not give him the satisfaction.’

But he was already having the satisfaction.

The vibration pulsed once…sharper…like another tap on the shoulder.

I shot him a glare.

He raised one eyebrow. The tiniest shrug as though daring me to complain.

The room finally settled. Norman cleared his throat at the opposite end of the table, ready to launch into whatever theatrical opening he’d prepared. Phones were silenced. All eyes forward.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said calmly.

David didn’t even flinch. Just nodded to the AV guy and the lights dimmed slightly. First slide up.

Project Horizon – Final Stance Presentations

David went first.

Of course he did.

He stepped to the center like he owned the oxygen in the room. Voice low, measured, every word landing like a velvet hammer. Numbers. Timelines. Risk assessments. The man could make quarterly projections sound like foreplay.

Halfway through slide six, the vibration jumped.

Medium now. Steady thrum like he was reminding me that he still had the remote.

My fingers curled into the armrests as I stifled a moan.

I crossed my legs. Uncrossed them. Crossed them again like a maniac.

He didn’t look at me once…Just kept the professional expression in tact.

I could feel the heat crawling up my neck. My nipples were tight against my bra. Slickness gathering between my thighs, threatening to drip if I shifted wrong.

‘He’s doing this on purpose. Right in front of every staff member. Right while he’s talking about ROI.’

I wanted to cuss him out. I wanted to climb over the chairs and ride him in that chair instead.

He finished and the projection was turned off.

Norman’s turn came. He was louder. Angrier. More slides full of red arrows pointing up. Accusations veiled as “strategic concerns.” Every third sentence was basically “David’s objection is reckless and will keep us at the base for a long time.”

David sat through it all with his arms crossed, expression bored.

Then…mid-rant…Norman jabbed a finger toward our side of the room.

“And I’m not the only one who thinks this. Holly…back me up here. You’ve seen the numbers. You know I’m right. When you were working with me, we went over this very file.”

My name hit like a gunshot. Back him up? The hell. I'm only backing my man up, and that aside, when I was his assistant, we reviewed the deal and it had a lot of loopholes.

Every head turned towards me. Including David’s.

The vibration went up another notch.

High. Pulsing. Relentless. Like he was telling me not to side with another man.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out except a tiny, choked sound I barely swallowed.

Norman frowned. “Holly?”

I cleared my throat. Forced words past the buzzing in my core and the buzzing between my legs.

“I… respectfully disagree, Mr. Norman. The projections Mr David presented are conservative. The company has modeled this case twice. The upside still outweighs. The deal you brought has a lot of loopholes that will significantly harm the company if the simplest error occurs.”

The toy kicked into a new pattern. Short, sharp bursts. Like he was spelling something in Morse code against my G-spot.

My voice cracked on the last word and everyone stared.

I felt my face flame in embarrassment.

David leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, chin resting on steepled fingers.

Watching.

Patient.

Like a cat with a half-dead mouse.

Norman scoffed. “You’re compromised. Everyone can see it. You’ve been mooning over him since he stole you from me.”

I felt the heat drain from my face, then rush back twice as hot.

David’s expression didn’t change as he said out loud. “Don't be such a sad closer, Norman. Anyone with brains can tell this is a wrong call,” he said, while looking over at Norman's side of the table.

But his thumb must have moved because the vibration stopped.

Completely.

Cold turkey.

The sudden absence was almost worse.

I could finally breathe.

And I used that breath to clear.Norman's accusation, because I noticed a lot of murmurings when he made that statement.

I smoothed my hair and lifted my chin. “Mr. Norman,” I said, voice steady now, “if by ‘mooning’ you mean I’ve been paying attention to the actual data instead of personal grudges, then yes. Guilty.”

A few startled laughs.

Norman’s face went from red to purple.

But I kept going.

“I’ve worked under both of you. I’ve seen both strategies play out in real time. David’s plan has higher initial risk, yes. But the modeling holds. Mr Norman, yours looks safer short-term… and caps our ceiling at mediocrity. If we want to stay where we are, fine. If we want to win, we go with David.”

Everyone nodded in agreement when I finished talking.

Norman opened his mouth to say something but David cut him off. Quiet. Final.

“Let's take a little break guys and reconvene in ten minutes for the final evaluations.”

He stood while Norman looked ready to explode.

David leaned down as he paused, lips brushing my ear so fast no one else could've seen. “Supply closet. Five minutes. Or I turn it on max and leave it there through lunch,” then he started walking straight down the aisle.

I sat frozen. Heart slamming and thighs shaking.

Amber whispered beside me, “Girl… what the actual hell was that? Did you upset him?”

I swallowed.

“It's a very long and deep story, Amber. You have no idea,” I replied breathlessly.

Then I started walking without hesitation.

Toward the supply closet.

Toward him.

Toward whatever delicious punishment waited.