Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

Phoenix Talent Agency’s offices were located on the fifteenth floor of a sleek building in Midtown. Glass walls, modern furniture, photos of their successful clients lining the hallways.

Eve had built this. From nothing to something. From a dream to a thriving business.

And today, walking through the doors with Marco’s silent, intimidating presence behind her, she felt like a stranger in her own company.

”Ms. Thorne!” Her new assistant....Jessica’s replacement, hired two weeks ago when Jessica had mysteriously quit...rushed over. ”Welcome back! I have your schedule for today. The mid-year audit meeting is at eleven. All department heads will be in your office.”

”Thank you, Melissa.” Eve took the iPad being offered, scanned her schedule. Back-to-back meetings all day. Conference calls. Budget reviews. The normal chaos of running a business.

Normal.

She needed normal.

Melissa hesitated. ”Also, um, there’s a gentleman waiting in the lobby. He says he’s your... security?”

Eve glanced back at Marco, who stood like a statue near the elevator. ”That’s Marco. He’ll be waiting outside all day. Just... ignore him.”

”Okay.” Melissa looked uncertain but didn’t push. ”Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?”

”Coffee would be great. Black, two sugars.”

”I’ll bring it to your office.”

Eve escaped to her office...corner space, windows overlooking the city, desk she’d picked out herself....and closed the door with a sigh of relief.

She could do this. Could pretend for eight hours that she was normal Eve Thorne, successful businesswoman, and not... whatever she was now. Dimitri’s property. His toy. His obsession.

She set her purse and the mysterious phone stand on her desk, powered up her computer, and tried to focus on the mountain of emails that had accumulated.

At 10:45, Melissa knocked. ”The audit meeting is starting in fifteen minutes. Everyone’s gathering in the conference room.”

”Actually, let’s do it in here,” Eve said, surprising herself. ”I want to go over the numbers at my desk. More comfortable.”

”Oh. Okay. I’ll let everyone know.”

By 11:00, her office was filled with people. The CFO, the head of talent management, the marketing director, three other department heads, all cramped into the space with their laptops and folders and nervous energy.

Eve had just started reviewing the quarterly numbers when her phone buzzed.

DIMITRI: Answer.

Her stomach dropped.

She ignored it, continued talking about revenue projections.

The phone buzzed again.

DIMITRI: Now, Eve.

”Excuse me,” she said, forcing a smile. ”I need to take this. One moment.”

She stepped away from the desk, answered the phone. ”I’m in a meeting.”

”I know. Mid-year audit. All your department heads in your office.”

How did he....

”Go back to your desk,” he said, his voice calm and commanding. ”Sit down. Act natural.”

”Dimitri, I can’t....”

”Do you remember the phone stand I gave you this morning?”

Her blood turned cold. ”Yes.”

”Good. Here’s what you’re going to do. Take the phone stand out of your purse. Set it to the lowest height. Attach your phone to it. And place it under your desk. Directly under your skirt.”

”What?”

”You heard me.”

”Dimitri, that’s insane. I have seven people in my office....”

”Which makes it more interesting.” His voice dropped lower, darker. ”Spread your legs. Show me your pussy. And then I want you to finger yourself while I watch. On video call.”

Her heart was hammering so hard she thought it might explode. ”You’re being ridiculous.”

”Am I? Then hang up. Go back to your meeting. Pretend I didn’t just give you an order.”

She should. Should hang up. Should ignore this insanity.

”....But if you do,” he continued, his voice silky with threat, ”I’ll come to your office. I’ll walk in during your meeting. And I’ll fuck you on that desk in front of all of them. I’ll make you scream my name so loud the entire building hears it. Is that what you want, cara mia?”

”You wouldn’t.”

”Try me.”

She knew he wasn’t bluffing. Dimitri Valentino didn’t bluff.

”I’ll give you two minutes,” he said. ”If I don’t receive a video call from you in two minutes, I’m getting in my car.”

He hung up.

Eve stood there, her phone in her shaking hand, her mind racing.

He couldn’t be serious.

Except he was. He was absolutely serious.

And the worst part....the part that made her want to scream....was that her body was responding. Her nipples had hardened. Her pussy was wet. Her hands were trembling not with fear but with arousal.

She looked at her office full of employees, all of them reviewing documents, completely unaware of the depraved demand that had just been made.

Then she looked at her phone.

One minute, thirty seconds.

”Fuck,” she whispered.

She went back to her desk, sat down, pulled her purse into her lap.

”Everything okay, Ms. Thorne?” The CFO looked concerned.

”Fine. Just a... personal call. Let’s continue.”

She pulled out the phone stand with shaking hands, adjusted it to the lowest setting, clipped her phone into place, and...praying no one could see...carefully placed it under her desk.

The angle was perfect. Too perfect. Dimitri had known exactly how her desk was positioned, exactly how the phone stand would work.

He’d planned this.

She pulled her wireless earbuds from her purse, put them in. ”Sorry, I need to take notes on this call,” she said to the room. ”Continue with the marketing numbers.”

Then, heart hammering, she video-called Dimitri.

He answered immediately.

His face filled her screen for a moment....those storm-gray eyes dark with hunger...and then he said, ”Show me.”

Her hand moved to her skirt, pushing it up. Higher. Higher. Until the camera could see her panties....black lace, already damp.

”Wider,” his voice came through the earbud.

She spread her legs, her face burning with shame and arousal.

”Good girl. Now touch yourself.”

”Dimitri....”

”Touch. Yourself.”

Her hand moved between her legs, fingers pressing against the lace, and she had to bite back a whimper.

”The audit numbers look good,” someone was saying. ”Revenue is up fifteen percent year over year....”

Eve forced herself to nod, to look engaged, while her fingers moved in circles over her clit through her panties.

”Pull them aside,” Dimitri commanded. ”I want to see you. All of you.”

She hooked her fingers in the lace, pulled them to the side, exposed herself completely to the camera.

”Beautiful,” he breathed. ”Now put two fingers inside. Slowly.”

She did, pushing two fingers into her pussy, feeling herself clench around them.

”Ms. Thorne?” The marketing director was looking at her expectantly.

”Sorry, what?” Her voice came out breathless.

”I asked if you’d reviewed the social media metrics?”

Ads by PubFuture ”Yes. They’re... good. Strong engagement.” She had no idea what she was saying. Could barely focus on anything except the feeling of her fingers moving inside her and Dimitri’s voice in her ear.

”Deeper,” he said. ”Curl them. Find that spot.”

She did, hitting her G-spot, and her breath caught.

”Are you okay?” Melissa looked concerned. ”You seem flushed.”

”I’m fine. Just need coffee. Can you...” God, she could barely think. ”Can you get me a cup after the meeting?”

”Of course.”

The meeting continued. Budget discussions. Client acquisition numbers. Projections for Q4.

And through it all, Eve sat with her fingers buried inside her pussy, moving in and out, circling her clit with her thumb, trying desperately to keep her face neutral while pleasure built like a storm inside her.

”You’re doing so well, cara mia,” Dimitri murmured. ”Look at you. Sitting there like a professional while you finger-fuck yourself under your desk. Do they have any idea? Do they know their boss is soaking wet and desperate to come?”

She wanted to curse him. Wanted to hang up. Wanted to come so badly she could barely breathe.

”Don’t you dare come yet,” he said, reading her body like a book. ”Not until they’re gone.”

The meeting dragged on. Twenty minutes. Thirty. Her fingers never stopped moving. The pleasure never stopped building. She could feel herself trembling, could feel sweat beading on her upper lip, could feel her control slipping with every passing second.

”I think that covers everything,” the CFO finally said. ”Unless there are any questions?”

”No questions,” Eve managed, her voice tight. ”Thank you all. We’ll reconvene next month.”

People started gathering their things, standing, heading for the door.

It felt like an eternity.

”Ms. Thorne, are you sure you’re okay?” Melissa hovered near the door. ”You look really flushed. Maybe you should go home early?”

”I’m fine. Just tired. The coffee will help.”

”I’ll get it now.”

”After you close the door. Please. I need... a moment.”

Melissa looked confused but nodded, backing out and closing the door behind her.

The moment it clicked shut, Dimitri’s voice came through the earbud:

”Come for me, cara mia. Now.”