Chapter 69: The Acquisition of Ms. Rossi

Ms. Rossi’s hand gently but deliberately brushed the front of Ethan’s pants. Her eyes met his, and the subtext of the conversation was no longer about interest rates.

Ethan met her gaze, his eyes burning with desire and calculation. "I love your commission structure and your enthusiasm to work for me, Ms. Rossi, but I have one final question," Ethan said, his voice low and serious. "If I wanted you to be my exclusive agent, working only for me and not for the bank—is that possible?"

Ms. Rossi blinked, her hand freezing momentarily on his thigh. "Mr. Blake," she replied, her voice filled with feigned surprise, though her eyes betrayed a hungry excitement. "I’m flattered, truly honored. But I don’t understand why you would want something so... restrictive."

"Let’s lay our cards on the table," Ethan said, his voice dropping to a seductive rumble. He reached across the desk, grabbing her hips, and pulled her smoothly out of her chair. He lifted her easily, placing her on the smooth mahogany surface of the desk. He leaned in close, his lips nearly brushing hers.

"I am a very possessive man, and I want you to be exclusively mine," he murmured, his breath hot on her face. "I don’t want to have to deal with banks, and if you can handle everything while being exclusively mine, I won’t have to doubt that you’re putting the bank’s interests before mine."

While he spoke, he squeezed and caressed her ass firmly. Ms. Rossi gasped, her eyes clouding with desire. She immediately opened her legs, allowing him to step closer, pulling her skirt up slightly higher for him.

Since Ethan had walked into the office, something inside him screamed that she was the right person to be his advisor. But more than that, it screamed that she would be excellent as one more cunt under his control.

Ms. Rossi smirked, tilting her head back slightly. "I can consider it, Mr. Blake. But what do I gain? Here, I earn close to seven figures annually, and with my commissions, I can reach even higher numbers. Aside from your pretty face and..."

She extended her hand, boldly reaching down and clutching his dick, gently stroking him through the fabric of his suit pants. "...And your big, delicious cock, which I’m sure will fill me completely and make me moan—what can you offer me?"

Ethan didn’t flinch from her touch. "I will triple your annual salary, and for every profit you generate for me, I will personally give you a five percent bonus for you to use as you wish."

Ms. Rossi continued stroking Ethan’s erection as she thought. After a moment, her eyes widened, and a sharp, calculating smile spread across her face. "Alright, Mr. Blake. You’ve convinced me. I will be your financial advisor."

"Excellent. Let’s close the deal," Ethan replied, his voice rough with triumph.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Ethan grabbed the back of her head and crushed his mouth against hers, initiating a kiss of absolute dominance that sealed the deal.

Breaking away from his lips, she lay back on the table, her skirt hiked up, revealing her purple lace thong. He leaned down, capturing her lips again in a fierce, hungry kiss, his hands roaming her body, exploring every curve.

"From the moment I saw you, Lena," he growled against her mouth, "with your fiery red hair, I’ve been wondering. Is your pussy as red as your hair?"

Lena chuckled, a sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Why don’t you find out for yourself?" she purred, her eyes locked on his, daring him.

Ethan grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "Oh, I will. Don’t you doubt it."

He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips and tongue exploring the sensitive skin. Lena gasped, her head falling back, giving him better access. Ethan took advantage, his teeth nipping at her flesh, marking her as his.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. He continued his exploration, his hands finding the buttons of her blouse. He popped them open one by one, revealing her lacy bra beneath. With a growl, he pulled the cups down, exposing her breasts. They were perfect, round and full, with rosy nipples that hardened under his gaze.

Ethan leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping like a hungry baby. Lena moaned, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him close. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, his hands roaming her body, teasing and exploring.

"Ethan," Lena gasped, her body arching off the table. "More. I need more."

Ethan pulled back, a smirk on his face. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down slowly, revealing more of her lacy thong. "Purple lace, huh? I wonder if this will be the new trend," he mused, his eyes roaming over her body.

Lena chuckled, a breathless sound. "Maybe. But right now, I don’t care about trends. I care about you."

Ethan grinned, dropping to his knees in front of her. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, taking in her scent. He trailed kisses down her abdomen, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. Lena shivered, her body responding to his touch.

He moved lower, his nose nudging aside her thong, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell amazing," he growled, his voice a low rumble. He pulled her thong to the side, revealing her pussy. A thick, red bush greeted him, and he couldn’t help but stare in awe.

"Lena, your pussy is a work of art," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. "It’s so beautiful."

Lena looked down at him, a smirk playing on her lips. "You like what you see?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

Ethan nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "More than you know," he admitted, before leaning in, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

Lena gasped, her hips bucking as Ethan began to feast on her pussy. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice, tasting her essence. Lena’s moans filled the room, her body writhing as Ethan brought her closer and closer to the edge.

"Ethan," she gasped, her voice a ragged whisper. "It’s so good. Don’t stop."

Ethan had no intention of stopping. He slid two fingers into her, curling them to hit that sensitive spot as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. Lena’s body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers as she got closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Lena," Ethan growled, his voice a low rumble. "Let me taste you."

With a final, intense flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, Lena shattered. Her body convulsed, her inner walls pulsing as she came, her juices flowing freely. Ethan lapped it up, his tongue licking at her sensitive flesh, drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling, boneless mess.

He pulled back, his chin and lips glistening with her essence. Lena looked down at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her cheeks flushed. Ethan grinned, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Fuck, Lena," he panted, his voice hoarse. "That was... intense."

Lena chuckled, a breathless sound. "I aim to please," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "And this room is soundproof, by the way. It’s designed for closing important deals."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, a wicked glint in his eye. "Is that so?" he asked, his hands already roaming her body, ready for more. "Then let’s make this a deal to remember."