The Rules Revealed

Emma’s heart pounded as Gabriel’s voice cut through the charged air of his cabin. “Sit, Emma,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. She obeyed, sinking into her chair, her thighs pressing together as the damp lace of her panties clung to her slick skin. Her desk was mere inches from the scene unfolding before her—Claire, bent over the very same desk, her skirt bunched at her hips, panties shoved aside, and Gabriel thrusting into her with relentless precision. Claire’s face was close, her flushed cheeks and parted lips right in Emma’s line of sight, her soft moans filling the room.

Gabriel’s gray eyes locked onto Emma’s, a smoldering intensity in them as he continued his rhythm, his hips driving into Claire with a **** that made the desk creak. “Claire,” he said, his voice a low growl, “explain the rules to Emma. All of them.”

Claire’s breath hitched, her body rocking with each thrust, but she managed a sultry smile, her voice husky as she began. “Rule one,” she said, her eyes flicking to Emma, “all girls follow the dress code. The schedule you saw—it’s non-negotiable. Lace, sheer, whatever’s set for the day, you wear it.” Emma nodded, her pulse racing as she imagined herself in the provocative outfits, her body on display for Mr. Alexander’s approval.

Claire gripped the desk, her knuckles whitening as Gabriel’s thrusts deepened. “Rule two—hierarchy,” she gasped. “Mr. Alexander’s at the top, Lila’s second, Sophia and the guys—Marcus, Ethan, Julian—are third, and I’m fourth. Lower levels obey the upper levels, no matter the order, during work hours. Doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it won’t ruin your life outside. We evaluate monthly to shift ranks.” Emma nodded again, her mind spinning at the implications of such absolute obedience, her pussy throbbing at the thought of submitting to Mr. Alexander’s commands.

“Rule three,” Claire continued, her voice trembling with pleasure, “relationships. You’re free outside work—date, fuck, whatever—but it can’t mess with your commitments here.” Emma’s nod was automatic, her eyes still caught in Gabriel’s unrelenting gaze, her arousal spiking as she pictured balancing this secret world with her life beyond the office.

Claire’s moans grew sharper, but she pressed on. “Rule four—safety. Regular medical tests for everyone to keep things clean. No STDs, no risks. All girls are on the pill, no exceptions.” Emma nodded, the practicality of the rule grounding her momentarily, even as her body burned with need.

“Rule five,” Claire said, her voice breaking as Gabriel’s pace quickened, “the NDA. Leave the company, and you’re free from the rules—but you’re out for good. No coming back. And you can’t talk about this place. Ever. CCTVs everywhere make sure of that.” Emma’s final nod was firm, the weight of the rules settling over her, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

Gabriel’s eyes never left Emma’s, his thrusts relentless as he spoke. “Do you understand, Emma?” he asked, his voice a velvet command. “Are you ready for everything?”

Emma’s breath caught, her body screaming with desire as she met his gaze with a lusty, confident stare. “Yes, Mr. Alexander,” she said, her voice thick with want. “I’m ready.”

A low growl rumbled from Gabriel’s throat, his eyes darkening with approval. Without breaking eye contact, he thrust harder, his movements pushing Claire over the edge. Her moan was a broken cry as Gabriel finished inside her, his cum spilling out as he pulled out, dripping onto Emma’s desk in thick, glistening streaks. Claire’s body trembled, her panties still askew as she caught her breath.

“Claire, leave,” Gabriel said, his voice calm but authoritative as he zipped himself up, his presence still dominating the room. Claire straightened, smoothing her skirt with a shaky hand, her eyes flicking to Emma with a knowing smirk before she slipped out, the door clicking shut behind her.

Gabriel moved to his desk, settling into his leather chair with an air of casual control. “Your desk is messy, Emma,” he said, his tone deceptively mild, his eyes glinting with intent. “Clean it up.”

Emma’s gaze dropped to the desk, the streaks of Gabriel’s cum glistening under the office light. Her pussy clenched, her arousal a living thing as she faced the task before her, the weight of the rules and her choice to embrace them pressing down on her. The game was real now, and she was in deep.