Getting Down to Business

The meeting room I entered had been set up to my specifications; a small room, it was mostly filled up by an intricately carved mahogany desk. Behind the desk was an ornate cushioned chair, shrouded in shadow. In fact, the entire back of the room was shadowy. The only light in the room was focused on the door, and the rickety wooden chair that stood in front of it. This lighting cast eerie shapes onto the blood-red floor and dark walls of walnut, giving the office the appearance of an interrogation chamber.

I took a seat in the ornate chair, and Archie followed me into the room. Archibald Palvon was an older man, with short blonde hair that had gone silvery, and wrinkles which somewhat detracted from his once-handsome face. Straight-backed in an immaculate suit, he was the very picture of a businessman. This respectable look was required of him, as the CEO of my shell shipping company here on Segia; appearances had to be maintained.

“Send up Lydia,” I told him, “and have Heathersly wait for another five minutes before sending him over as well.”

Roger Heathersly was the man I was to meet. Normally such a pathetic man at the head of such an insignificant business would have escaped my notice, but his wife had attracted my attention. And my taming of her would be all the more entertaining if I also had some fun with her husband. Not that she seemed to need much taming.

Currently, the man was waiting in one of the rooms I kept for such a purpose. I was sure he was sweating, sitting alone in the richly decorated chamber, hoping to get a deal that would mean the world for his company.

Soon enough, Lydia arrived to attend me. My secretary at this office was Sicilian, with flowing dark hair and tanned skin. She had an hourglass figure, of course, though not quite as pronounced as your average Segian. It was being shown off well in a tiny miniskirt and tied-up blouse, the same outfit that I had given Laura. The girl was my ****; I had taken her during my two weeks in Palermo. She was beautiful, but all of the girls I fucked were beautiful, and plenty that I didn’t. What had really convinced me to keep her was her excellent blowjob skills. Even without the training that a Segeste **** would go through, she rivalled someone like Audrey. So I had had her sign the papers making her legally my **** in Segia, and when I left Sicily, I had sent her over to my office here to be my secretary. This really meant she didn’t do much of anything, given that this was the first time I had even been to this office. I didn’t have her service the employees, since my slaves were for me and me alone. I didn’t trust her with any actual work, she was a woman. And the six daughters I had fucked into her were all off at boarding school, so she didn’t even have that to occupy her time. So I ended up having her train the other office sluts, after she had received some more training herself to get her up to my standards in every area.

First among these other sluts were the secretaries, who each served a higher-up man in the office in every way he required. Then there was the receptionist, who also ended up doing a lot of sucking and fucking for the employees. Finally, I had also bought some slaves as office fucktoys, to wander around the building and fuck every worker whenever they wanted, increasing productivity and morale.

“It’s good to see you again, slut. I hope you took well to your extra training, you’re going to need it.”

The whore was gazing at me with adoration, but she was well trained enough to maintain an air of professionalism. “Of course, master. I’m delighted to serve you however you require. Here is the garment you requested.”

She handed me a black hooded cloak. I put it on, then had her crawl into the space underneath the desk which was included for this very purpose. “Let’s see where some intensive training has left your blowjob skills. Make it a long one.”

I could have made it last as long as I wanted, but I was just making sure she would give me something slow and sensual, to pass the time. After she unzipped her pants and got to work, I discovered that she had indeed improved greatly, on her already exceptional skill. Her throat gently massaged my dick as she managed to take the entire shaft down her gullet. And that was something that only a very select few sluts could manage, without my help. When she pulled back, her tongue traced delicate lines across my cock’s veins, and swirled around the head. Nor did she neglect the balls. When her mouth was occupied with the shaft, her hands would play around and squeeze the testicles, larger than tennis balls. Periodically she would lick them sensually, or take them into her mouth. This, too, was a feat few girls could manage.

Despite her excellent abilities, I was perfectly still as the door opened to reveal a chubby balding man in a faintly wrinkled suit. His eyes squinted, and he held up his hand to block the harsh light shining on his face.

“Take a seat,” I commanded through the voice modulator built into my cloak. I sounded deep and gravelly, but with a certain robotic quality.

Roger seemed to just now see me, as his eyes adjusted. He took a frantic step back, startled and frightened. But my stony silence quickly convinced him that not doing exactly what I told him to was a very bad idea. He sat his not inconsiderable weight on the chair, which creaked in protest. He now seemed to register the audible slurping sounds coming from under the desk. Undoubtedly he knew what was happening, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. It closed, then opened again as he seemed to martial some degree of courage.

“You’re– who are you? Where’s Mr. Palvon?” He didn’t acknowledge the blowjob going on under the desk. Such a thing was actually very common– the government did not look into affairs between powerful businessmen, and pleasure girls were the norm at meetings such as this one. No, the thing that Heathersly should take offense at was that I had not offered a slut to him. He could have been taken aback by the very fact of the blowjob however– I didn’t know how familiar he was with Segian customs.

Archie hadn’t actually told him to come, he had sent someone else to do it. I didn’t want Heathersly seeing any familiar faces. I stayed quiet for a moment, letting the sound of Lydia sucking my dick fill the room. Heathersly gulped.

“You need not concern yourself with Mr. Palvon any longer. Your case has merited my personal attention. As to who I am, that information is privy to very few. You may know me as… Napoleon.”

Once his shock wore off, he scrambled to kiss my ass. “Oh, you have honored me greatly, sir! I had never thought to meet Napoleon himself!”

I fixed him with my penetrating gaze. He couldn’t actually see my eyes in the shadow of my cowl, but he felt my scrutiny nonetheless. His shiver was testament to that. “Well, here I am. You’re right, normally I wouldn’t concern myself with such petty scum as you. But you’ve drawn my attention with your double dealing. You seek to court us, for a contract stacked heavily in your favor I might add, while at the same time approaching Farses Segeste?! This shall not be tolerated.”

He pissed himself. “I– I swear, I– I never meant…”

“Enough of your blabbering, vermin. You’re mine now. You, and everything you own. And your business too. I have work that I require of you In Segia, so you shall remain here for the foreseeable future. And your actions also merit punishment. Your mistress is forfeit.”

At this, his despair deepened even further. “Not Delilah! Please, I’ll do anything! Take my wife instead, she’s much more beautiful!”

He actually fell to his knees, begging. “Pathetic. You don’t seem to understand, Heathersly. You already will do anything I want. I own you. Maybe not legally, but in all other aspects, you are mine! Get used to it. My people will give you your instructions.”

I pressed a button on the desk, calling in the guards waiting outside the door. “Take him back to his house, and bring the dominatrix to the manor. If he resists, cut off a finger. And call in a maid, he’s pissed on the carpet.”