Leia and Jack

The past weeks had been a blur of airport lounges, cramped hotel rooms, and meetings that bled into late-night strategizing, Leia a relentless ****, an executive predator reclaiming lost territory, and Jack, surprisingly, found himself learning. He was seeing, first-hand, the raw, aggressive brilliance that had put her in a management position, the keen mind behind the futa boss’s undeniable allure.

Their first stop on this whirlwind tour was Austin, a city buzzing with an artificial, laid-back charm that felt entirely at odds with Leia’s intense focus. The Kettlemans, a pair of ancient, wizened venture capitalists, were their target. The meeting itself was, as expected, mind-numbingly dull. Jack sat rigid in his suit, nodding on cue, while Leia, in a sharp, tailored power suit that did nothing to diminish the impressive bulge beneath, carved a path through the Kettlemans’ bureaucratic ramblings. She was direct, ruthless in her pursuit of their support, and utterly unyielding. By the time the ink was dry on a tentative, yet pivotal, agreement, Jack felt a dull ache behind his eyes. He’d done little more than observe, yet the sheer mental energy required to keep pace with Leia’s rapid-fire negotiations left him drained.

That evening, they found themselves in the plush, slightly-too-dim hotel restaurant, the clinking of silverware and hushed conversations forming a soft backdrop. Leia, having successfully wrangled what she wanted from the Kettlemans, seemed to relax, a dangerous glint in her eyes. Jack, still buzzing with the day’s suppressed tension, picked at his steak.

“Good work today, Jack,” Leia said, her voice a low purr as she took a slow sip of her Cabernet. Her gaze, however, wasn’t on him, but seemed to drift, lost in thought. “You have a knack for being unobtrusive. Valuable in negotiations, surprisingly.”

Jack mumbled a thank you, unsure how to take the compliment. He was meant to be unobtrusive; his primary function on these trips felt like little more than a witness.

Leia cut into her own perfectly rare ribeye, chewing thoughtfully. “It’s impressive, really.” Her eyes finally met his, a strange, almost predatory light in them. “The way you handle yourself. So quiet. So… watchful.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Just trying to learn, Leia. This is a lot to take in.”

A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “Oh, I’m sure it is, Jack. You’re seeing a very different side of the business world, aren’t you? The messy, vital parts that don’t make it into quarterly reports.” She took another long sip of wine, her gaze dropping to his, then flicking away again, as if she were contemplating something entirely unrelated to their conversation.

There was a pregnant pause, filled only by the distant murmur of the restaurant. Jack waited, a knot forming in his stomach. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that this wasn’t just about business anymore.

“Speaking of… messy and vital,” Leia began, her voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper, yet still carrying a profound undercurrent that vibrated through Jack. How’s Sara doing?

Jack’s fork clattered softly against his plate. His breath hitched. He hated this. He hated the way she could pivot from cutthroat CEO to insidious manipulator in a single breath. “She’s… she’s fine, Leia. Busy with house work, you know.”

Leia chuckled, a rich, throaty sound that drew a brief, curious glance from a nearby couple. “Oh, I know all about busy. But I imagine she’s always a delight to come home to, isn’t she, Jack?” Her eyes were fixed on him now, intense and unwavering. “That long, blonde hair… I can still see it, flowing over her shoulders. And that body, Jack. My God, the curves on that woman. So thick, so lush.” She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping even further, a sensual whisper that made the hairs on Jack’s arms stand on end. “Those big breasts… spilling from whatever she chooses to wear. And that bum…” Leia let out a soft, appreciative sigh, her lips parting slightly. “Absolutely magnificent. A real piece of work. Perfect for… well, you can imagine what it’s perfect for, can’t you?”

Jack felt a flush creep up his neck, a mixture of shame, anger, and a perverse, unwanted surge of heat. He stared down at his plate, unable to meet her gaze. The image of Sara, blindfolded, moaning beneath Leia, flashed through his mind, now given a terrifying new dimension by Leia’s explicit, vivid recollection. It was a violation, a reminder of the deal, of his utter helplessness, and the way it continued to twist and turn inside him.

“She’s… she’s a beautiful woman, yes,” Jack managed, his voice hoarse.

Leia’s smile widened, a mischievous, triumphant gleam in her eyes. “Beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it, Jack. Truly. A goddess in the making. You’re a lucky man.” She finished her wine, the clink of glass against the table echoing in the sudden silence between them. “Anyway, business calls. We have Raleigh tomorrow. Saulers Corp waits for no one.”

The abrupt shift was jarring, leaving Jack feeling like he’d been thrown from a moving train. He tried to compose himself, to push the disturbing conversation from his mind, but Leia’s words, her tantalizing descriptions of his wife, clung to him like a dark, suffocating shroud. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that she brought it up not out of casual interest, but to remind him, subtly, of who held the power.

Raleigh proved to be a different beast entirely. The Saulers Corp, a exploration/ mining company, was notoriously difficult to pin down. Leia was in her element, navigating the bureaucracy with a predatory grace that left Jack breathless. What should have been a single day stretched into two, then three, the negotiations a delicate dance of power and persuasion. The cherry on top of their extended stay was the hotel situation. A massive tech convention had descended upon the city, rendering every decent room scarce.

“Looks like we’re sharing, Jack,” Leia had announced with a shrug, tossing a key card onto the table after a particularly grueling session. “No worries, it’s a suite. Separate bedroom for me, and a pull-out couch for you in the living area. Cozy, right?”

Jack’s stomach had clenched. Cozy was the last word he’d use to describe anything involving Leia outside of a controlled, professional environment. He’d barely managed a nod, the image of Sara still fresh and vivid in his mind from Leia’s comments in Austin.

The suite was undeniably luxurious, a spacious living room separating Leia’s private bedroom from the entrance, where the pull-out couch awaited him. It offered an illusion of privacy that Jack knew, instinctively, would be shattered. He spent the evening holed up in the living room, poring over documents, feigning productivity, while Leia made a few curt phone calls from her room. He heard her shower, the rush of water a prelude to an anxiety he couldn’t shake.

And then, just past ten, the doorbell chimed.

Jack froze, his hand still hovering over a spreadsheet. He heard Leia open the door, then a soft, feminine giggle, followed by Leia’s deeper, amused laugh.

“Katie! You found it,” Leia purred, her voice dripping with an intimacy that made Jack’s skin crawl.

A young, clear voice replied, “Hey, Leia! Traffic was a bitch, but worth it for you.”

Jack heard the rustle of clothes, the click of the door closing, and then, a breathless gasp. “Oh, wow. This place is amazing. And you look amazing, boss lady.”

Jack risked a glance from his position on the couch, hidden somewhat by a tall reading lamp. Katie was indeed young, with striking dark hair, pulled back from a pretty Korean American face, and a figure that was trim and appealing in a tight, short dress. She was obviously here for one thing, and one thing only.

Leia didn’t waste time. Within minutes, the sounds began. Soft moans from Leia’s bedroom, then a louder, more enthusiastic cry from Katie. Jack buried his face in his hands, trying to focus on his breathing, on the mundane details of the wall opposite him. He could hear the distinct, rhythmic thump of Leia’s massive cock against skin, the wet slaps, the creak of the bed. Katie’s moans grew louder, more urgent, until they were short, sharp gasps of pleasure.

“Oh god, Leia… fuck,” Katie cried out, her voice barely muffled by the bedroom door. “You’re so… so big!”

Jack clutched a throw pillow over his ears, but it was useless. The walls of the expensive suite were thin, or Leia simply didn’t care about discretion. He imagined her, naked, dominating Katie, a vivid, unwelcome image that assaulted him. He tried to think of work, of anything else, but every nerve ending in his body was acutely aware of the raw, primal sounds emanating from the next room.