She felt him finish. Felt the familiar swell and throb of his cock deep inside her as he spilled over his limit. It was frustrating, as he knew it would be. Penny didn’t voice it though, she had asked for this. Albeit unintentionally. He was punishing her. As he pulled out, his orders clipped and clear, she tilted her head slightly for a minute trying to work out his mood. He seemed angry. Disappointed perhaps? Her mind raked through dates quickly. Not an anniversary. Not a birthday. She hadn’t missed anything to warrant annoyance.<br/><br/>Her brow deepened for a second before he finished his sentence. W<em>e can discuss this contract whilst you've got my cock down your throat and I am watching the game</em>. She bristled at that, but didn’t betray her inner confliction. This was part of their deal, she was his for the night. And it flattered her that even though his passion was sated, he still hadn’t gotten enough of her. It was nice. After all these years he still wanted her just as badly as when they’d first gotten together. Or at least she hoped so.<br/><br/>Penelope wasn’t an unattractive woman. Quite the opposite. She knew that she had a dark beauty, an allure. It was something she utilised constantly. For the press, for their board of chairmen. Stuffy old men that were always susceptible to a short skirt or a flash of cleavage. But that was as far as it went. She never widened her dark eyes to appear feminine, never brushed against their arms or appealed to their testosterone driven need for dominance. Penny was a powerful woman who resented infringing on any single part of her success.<br/><br/><em>Respect</em>.<br/><br/>She demanded it in spades.<br/><br/>And a part of her was a little disgusted by anybody lesser. She dealt with it every day. Simpering morons who thought that because she held the ovaries of the Harper-Dasse conglomerate that she would be soft. Pliable. Maternal. It didn’t take long to realise just how great a mistake that was. Penny was unflinching. Unyielding. Formidable. Her beauty reflected that. Pristine. Elegant. Flawless. It was something she prided herself upon.<br/><br/>It didn’t mean that she didn’t have a gentler side. It just meant that here, in this building, she didn’t want to ever be labelled as weak. She would do whatever it took to ensure that it would never happen. And yet here she was, pantiles in her office, with her husband barking down orders.<br/><br/>This was why they had their agreement. She couldn’t argue. And this wasn’t weakness, it was business. A forfeit.<br/><br/>She pulled down the hem of her dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d9/ec/c3/d9ecc3b88ccf302fc1c3e2c0fd051f2c--short-lace-dress-black-lace-dresses.jpg) demurely. Then opened her immaculately painted lips to speak, but was interrupted by a knock. Penny didn’t need to glance at the clock to know how late it was, or be irritated that anybody would dare interrupt her at this time of night. Her eyes met Dan’s for a moment, before the ice-façade of indominable business woman closed down over her.<br/><br/>Only Dan really understood that it was an act. That she was so afraid of being walked over, or worse, overshadowed by her father’s legacy; that she needed this. Some women wore innocence and vulnerability like a shroud, inviting help and protectiveness as if it were a superpower. Penelope wore a skin of diamond. Impenetrable. It was the only way she knew how to operate.<br/><br/>She sat down at her desk, crossing her long legs beneath the table. It might have appeared modest, but in truth she was just trying to stop her husband’s hot pleasure dripping from between her legs. Without her underwear, it was her pelvic floor muscles against gravity. Feeling his cum inside her turned her on more and reminded her that she hadn’t actually gotten her release yet.<br/><br/>She held up a hand, the universal symbol for five minutes. Her face softening for a second as she mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her already neglected husband. She knew exactly who it was, her computer showed her exactly who was logged on to the system in the building. It was a program she rarely paid attention to, except she had been using it to track Miss O-Rourke before Dan had interrupted. She hadn’t been active at her terminal for about ten minutes, which incidentally was the same amount of time it would have taken her to get up here to the director’s suit.<br/><br/>“Come in Miss O’Rourke,” she called loud enough to carry through the heavy door. In a perfect world, her secretary would still be outside. But there was something about ‘reasonable working hours’ which prevented her keeping her there twenty-four hours a day. And her PA had clocked off a couple of hours ago too. Hopefully naming her would do two things. Unsettled the young woman at the seeming omniscience of her boss, and soften the blow to Dan.<br/><br/>This was the woman in the contract.<br/><br/>Perhaps she could force his hand more quickly.<br/><br/>Of course, it could all backfire; he could just be pissed at her and drag her out of the office in front of an employee. That would be humiliating. Or he could storm out and they’d spend the rest of the night arguing. That wasn’t preferable either. Even as the door opened, her dark eyes and attention remained fixed on Dan.<br/><br/>His reaction was the one that mattered. As if she was silently begging; ‘please, just…see how this goes.’<br/><br/>Either Katherine O’Rourke had perfect timing and this would all fit together flawlessly.<br/><br/>Or she had terrible timing and Penny would spend the night trying to appease her husband.<br/><br/>Which probably meant crossing a few lines she had never crossed before.