C4 The Cure on My Desk

Liam’s POV

The entire massive building was dead silent, dark, and still as a tomb. Only the night security guards were on duty, no one else.

I headed straight toward my private office.

But just as I drew near, something stopped me dead in my tracks.

At first, it sent a jolt of alarm through me.

Light.

My office was bright. Glowing. Light spilled out from under the door and into the pitch-black corridor.

Someone is in my office.

My heart hammered a mix of confusion, wariness, and fast-rising anger. Who could be here at this hour? It was barely minutes to midnight. No one dared step foot in my space without my express permission.

My jaw tightened. My grip on my car keys turned my knuckles white. I didn’t call out. I didn’t announce myself. Instinct took over. I slowly switched off the flashlight on my phone, plunging myself deeper into shadow. My eyes scanned the hall and landed on a heavy wooden bat leaning near the supply closet, likely left behind by the guards. I grabbed it, my fingers wrapping tight around the handle.

Slowly. Silently. Like a predator stalking prey.

I moved closer, step by careful step, making not a sound until I stood right against the door. I held my breath, then gently pushed it open just an inch.

That was when I saw it.

And immediately everything inside me, the pain, the trauma, the guilt, the memories all of it vanished in a single second. It was replaced instantly by a hunger so sharp and overwhelming it almost made me groan out loud.

Right there. Right on top of my massive mahogany desk.

Spread out like a forbidden gift just for me was the most breathtaking sight my eyes had ever beheld.

A woman.

Her skin was fair, smooth, and glowing like a polished pearl under the light. Flawless, the kind of skin you ached to touch, to run your hands over, to mark and claim as your own. A silk handkerchief covered the lower half of her face, hiding her features, but it only made the moment hotter, more mysterious, more forbidden, like a secret waiting to be uncovered.

And she was almost completely naked.

Her crimson robe was pushed wide open, fallen off her shoulders, and pooling around her waist, exposing everything. Her breasts were full, round, and perfect, heavy and aching for attention. Her nipples stood hard and proud, rosy pink and swollen, begging to be sucked, bitten, touched. My eyes locked onto them instantly, and my mouth watered. An overwhelming urge to taste them seized me my teeth ached, desperate to graze that soft skin, to bite down and leave my mark.

Her legs were spread wide, shamelessly open on my desk, her hips rolling and grinding as if chasing some invisible pleasure. Her dark hair was messy and wild, fanned out across the polished wood.

And the sounds. God, the sounds.

Soft, breathless, desperate moans poured from her lips, low, sweet, sinful sounds that vibrated right through the crack in the door, hit my chest hard, and traveled straight down to my gut.

“Ahhh… daddy, right there… right there. Put the gift there… and I’ll let you put this pussy of mine, wet as a river, right on your face,” she purred.

“Yeah… all I need right now is a strong, hard cock inside me to fill me up completely,” she added, her voice dripping with lust and sin.

That was when I noticed her phone, propped up on my files to act as a stand, right in front of her. She was streaming, live, for strangers, right here in my office.

But instead of anger flaring up, something else hardened instantly.

“Those gifts are making my pussy stream like a river,” she moaned again, slow and seductively.

That voice was like magic. Every single nerve in me that had been screaming with pain, guilt, and trauma just moments before, every memory of fire, of fear, of being helpless, fell dead silent. Her moans wrapped around me like a drug, calming every broken part of me. It was better than any medicine I’d ever known, it washed away the darkness in an instant.

But while those old wounds went quiet, something else rose fast.

Hard. Sinfully hard.

My breath hitched in my throat. My cock throbbed violently beneath my silk pajamas, growing heavy and aching, pressing hard against the fabric, desperate to be freed. It swelled and pulsed, demanding attention all from just looking at her, just hearing her.

I shifted my weight, pressing myself harder against the wall to stay more hidden. My hand tightened around the bat… but I didn’t need it anymore. I let it slip silently to the floor.

I didn’t want to hurt anyone right now. If there was anything I wanted to claim and take roughly, it was her pussy and I wanted to suck her breasts until they were swollen, red, and throbbing just for me.

I stood there, hypnotized, unable to look away, unable to move, barely able to breathe.

“Yes… yes… just like that… I need it… I need you,” she whimpered, arching her back high off my desk and pushing her chest out as if offering herself to every stranger watching.

But how lucky I am to be the only one seeing this clearly. I was getting the full, unobstructed view, a premium show, all for me.

Before I knew what was going on, my hand moved on its own, slipping down inside my pants and wrapping tight around my rock-hard length. I began to stroke myself slowly, matching the rhythm of her hips, pleasure building fast as I watched her touch herself right where I worked, right where I signed deals, right where I ruled my empire.

It felt so wrong… but at the same time it felt so unbelievably interesting.

Better than any business win. Better than all my money. Better than all the power I had ever gained.

I stood there in the dark doorway, jerking myself off, my eyes glued to her naked body, throbbing and aching, already teetering on the edge just from the sight of her.

Then a darker, possessive idea struck me.

I pulled my phone from my pocket not to call security, not to confront her.

I opened the camera app.

I raised it, holding it steady and lining it up perfectly with the gap in the door. I started recording, capturing everything the way her breasts bounced, the way her fingers moved between her legs, the way her head fell back in ecstasy. I caught every angle, every curve, every sinful sound. I wanted to keep this forever. To watch it when the nightmares returned, when the darkness tried to take over again. This was mine. My secret. My medicine.

I was so focused on the screen, so lost in matching my pace to hers, that I didn’t notice my phone’s flashlight had turned on automatically, shining a bright, sharp beam straight into the room, cutting through the dimness like a blade.

“Who is there?!”

Her voice cut through the air, sharp, shocked, and terrified freezing me instantly in place.