Time for some real talk

The door had barely clicked shut behind Emily when I reached under the desk. My fingers tangled in Yuki’s dark hair and the thick straps of the harness. I dragged her out into the light. She came up flushed, lips shiny, the heavy black strapon still jutting obscenely from between her thighs, glistening with her husband’s arousal.

Jacob remained bent over the desk, ass raised, hole stretched around the toy she had forced into him.I yanked him upright by the collar and shoved both of them into the open space in front of my chair. Yuki’s bare tits rose and fell with every shaky breath; the harness kept the thick cock buried deep inside her husband.

"Name" I ordered, voice low.She swallowed, eyes glassy. "Yuki…""Yuki." I tasted the name. "Leave that strapon buried in him. All the way." She bit her lip, then pushed forward with her hips, sinking the toy deeper into Jacob until his breath hitched and his thighs trembled. A wet sound filled the quiet office. I pointed at the carpet between my spread knees."Both of you. Kneel." They dropped.

Yuki’s heavy breasts swayed as she settled on her heels, the harness straps digging into her soft hips. Jacob knelt beside her, the thick shaft still spearing him open, a visible bulge shifting every time he moved. I sat back in the big chair, legs open, the outline of my still-half-hard cock clear against my trousers.

" I’m keeping the promotion. And the cabin. Any objection?" Neither spoke. Yuki’s nipples were tight, dark peaks. Jacob’s cock hung low and ignored between his legs, still slick."Good." I let my gaze travel slowly over both of them. "New arrangement. Emily is promoted to my personal secretary. She has the qualifications for it." I said, rubbing my crotch.

I pointed at Jacob."You. You’ll still do every single responsibility of your old job—calls, reports, meetings, the lot. But the money, the power, and the title stay with me. When you’re not working, you’re furniture. My footstool. My entertainment. You’ll stay plugged, hard, and available for whatever I feel like watching or using. Clear?" He gulped. A drop of precum beaded at the tip of his cock. He nodded once. Then I looked at Yuki. Her eyes were locked on the thick ridge in my pants.

"You. You’re my fucktoy and personal assistant. That means when I want my cock sucked, you drop to your knees. When I want to bury myself in that tight ass or that dripping cunt, you bend over. When I need coffee, files, or someone to keep your husband stretched and leaking, you handle it. Understood?"

Yuki’s breath came faster. A shiny string of arousal clung to the inside of her thigh. She nodded, lips parted. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, close enough that they could smell the sex still on me."Any questions about your new positions… or would you rather show me how grateful you are right now?"

Both of them stayed on their knees, staring up at me, waiting for the next order—bodies already betraying how much the new hierarchy turned them on.