A Costly Outburst

Emma sat at her desk, the vibrating dildo buried deep in her slick pussy, its relentless hum pushing her toward the edge. Her crotchless panties and tight miniskirt left her exposed, her figure-hugging top clinging to her braless breasts, her nipples straining against the fabric as her arousal soared. Gabriel’s gray eyes locked onto hers, his wicked smirk a silent command, daring her to hold his gaze. Her pussy clenched around the toy, her body trembling with need, but she matched his stare, her own eyes burning with lust and defiance despite the overwhelming pleasure.

The vibrations intensified, and Emma’s control slipped. Her hips rocked subtly, the dildo driving deeper, and with a muffled gasp, she came again, her pussy pulsing hard, wetness trickling down her thighs. Her eyes fluttered, breaking contact with Gabriel’s as the orgasm crashed through her, leaving her breathless, her body shaking in the leather chair. The dildo stopped vibrating abruptly, still nestled inside her, a constant reminder of her submission to Sterling Ventures’ game.

Panting, Emma took a moment to recuperate, her cheeks flushed, her clit still throbbing with aftershocks. Gabriel had returned to his work, his fingers tapping on his laptop, his attention seemingly elsewhere. The indifference stung, her arousal mingling with frustration. She was here, impaled on a dildo, dressed to the nines, ready for her breaking in, and he was ignoring her? She needed answers, needed to know what was coming.

“Mr. Alexander,” she said, her voice husky but firm, cutting through the cabin’s silence. “I have a question.”

He didn’t look up, his eyes fixed on his screen. “What is it, Emma?” His tone was cool, detached, as if she were just another task on his list.

Her pussy twitched, the dildo shifting inside her, but she pressed on. “Am I being broken in today?”

“Yes,” he replied, still not glancing her way, his fingers never pausing.

“Is the dildo part of it?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a growing edge of irritation.

“Yes.” His response was curt, his focus unwavering.

Emma’s frustration bubbled, her arousal making her bold. “When, Mr. Alexander? When are you going to break me in?” she pressed, her tone sharper now.

He leaned back slightly, still not looking at her. “When I feel like it,” he said, his voice calm but laced with authority, dismissing her as if she were insignificant.

The casual disregard ignited something in Emma. Her body was on fire, her pussy dripping, her entire being committed to this world, and he wouldn’t even look at her? “Mr. Alexander,” she snapped, her voice loud, cutting through the cabin like a whip. “Look at me!”

Gabriel’s eyes snapped to hers, sharp and unyielding, a storm brewing in their gray depths. Emma’s heart lurched, her boldness evaporating as she realized her mistake. She’d broken a rule—challenging the hierarchy, speaking out of turn—and the weight of his gaze told her she’d pay for it. Without a word, he pressed a button on his desk, the intercom buzzing softly.

Moments later, the door opened, and Lila strode in, her dark curls bouncing, her lips curling into a familiar sultry smirk. Gabriel’s eyes never left Emma’s, his stare pinning her in place. “Emma,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “tell Lila what happened.”

Emma swallowed, her pussy still gripping the dildo, her body flushed with a mix of fear and arousal. “I… I snapped at Mr. Alexander,” she admitted, her voice softer now, her eyes flicking to Lila.

Lila’s smirk widened, her gaze raking over Emma’s trembling form, taking in the miniskirt, the visible nipples, the flush of her skin. “Oh, Emma,” she purred, her tone dripping with amusement. “That’s quite the slip.”

Emma’s stomach fluttered, the promise of punishment looming. “Am I going to be punished again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her arousal undimmed despite her nerves.

Lila tilted her head, her smile turning wicked. “Do you think you won’t be?” The question was rhetorical, a tease that left Emma’s mind reeling with possibilities—more spankings, something public, something more intimate?