Tash is reminded of her place...

'That's a change...' Will began, giving Tash a rebellious grin as he moves his hands down to grip her thick thighs, squeezing them firmly,

'Normally you can't get enough of my dick, right?' He pulls her tight to him, his huge cock pressing between her thighs, into the stretchy material of her designer pants.

She grunts softly before raising a slim dark eyebrow at him, her eyes sharp and calculating.

She opens her mouth to speak but he pulls her even closer and he whispers in her ear, low and intense,

'Does it make you angry that you're unable to manipulate me like everyone else? Does it infuriate you that I can predict your every move and motive and counter it with ease?'

Just like that he knew what she was planning, now that Will had made all the proper connections he wasn't needed any more.

Tash smirked, resting her hands on his hips, refusing to be cowed.

He'd be gotten rid of. Not killed of course, Tash Weathers was far to powerful to need to resort to that!

No, he'd be buried in paperwork and litigation...

Then she'd buy out Lisa and start mass producing...

A dozen counters and loopholes also sprang into Will's mind.

Ways of avoiding all of that..

He chose the one he liked most.

'Does it arouse you as well? That you're an open book to me and I'm totally unreadable? Is that your hot and needy pussy gushing at the thought that I could take it all away from you?'

Tash didn't answer, a smoldering look in her eyes as her heavy tits rose and fell, nipples incredibly hard as she squeezed his firm ass hard, partially out of hate but mostly in lust.

'Is that why, when you're not jilling yourself silly at making more money and stealing more power, your deepest fantasy is being dominated by me?'

Tash groans, licking her plump lips and squeezing Will's rod between her thighs as she grips his heavy balls.

'If you didn't have to maintain appearances in front of those two sluts, would you be begging me to pin you down and treat you like the skanky stripper we both know you are?'

'Yeesss' She moans, the scent of her arousal mixing with her expensive perfume, 'Gawd yess...' Her refined accent slipping a tiny bit.

'Will I leave you a sweaty, matted, incredibly well fucked slut?'

'Yeah~' She breaths, grasping at his balls and dick, both far to big for her hands...

'Like I have every time we've met? What is that now, abour two dozen times?'

Tash trembles, her eyes rolling as she shudders,

'Fine.' She spits, 'Fuck me then. Take me here and pound my pussy until I can't speak anymore.' She demands, gripping Will's dick.

Will grins as he sees in her eyes how much she wants it, how much she needs it!

'Eh, In a minute. I want to see your daughter become a proper slut first.' Will says casually, easily breaking her grip as he steps back, leaving the powerful woman hot and frustrated.

He feels her rage filled glare on his back as he walks over the other woman.

Tash holds it for a moment, her pussy hungry for his dick as she simmers in outrage and anger before she composes herself, flicking her long dark hair over her ear and letting out a throaty chuckle.

She would just have to take it out on Martha once this was over. When her pissy, ungrateful daughter was properly trained.

Her tall heels clack loudly as she sways over, the picture of business like command as she stands in front of the athletic Sarah and the statuesque Lisa.

Despite being noticeably shorter, they still flinch slightly at her approach and her soaking pussy thrummbed once more.

Good.