Nora straightened her designer blazer, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she strode into the boardroom, the room quieting instantly as all eyes turned to her. She smirked, knowing exactly how intimidating she looked in her power suit and perfectly coiffed hair.

"Morning, gentlemen," she said, her voice sharp and confident. "Any updates I should be aware of?"

Her boss, Mr. Thompson, leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Ah, Nora. Just the woman we needed." He gestured to the empty seat next to him, and she took it, crossing one leg over the other elegantly.

"We were just discussing the new project," he continued, his eyes raking over her body. "But I think you might have some... insights that could help us move forward."

Nora forced a professional smile, but beneath the surface, she was seething. She knew what was coming. They always had their little games, using her body for their amusement while giving her mundane tasks to keep up the facade of her importance.

"Of course, Mr. Thompson," she replied, her tone clipped. "I'm here to assist in any way I can."

He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Oh, I think you know exactly how you can assist."

The room fell silent, all conversation ceasing as everyone waited for her reaction. Nora clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay composed despite the humiliation boiling inside her.

"How about we adjourn to your office for a more... private discussion?" she suggested, keeping her voice steady.

Mr. Thompson chuckled, standing up and extending his hand to her. "Lead the way, Nora."

She rose from her seat, her movements graceful despite the anger simmering within. As they exited the boardroom, she caught the smirks and knowing glances from the rest of the executives. They all knew. They all enjoyed watching her fall from grace, just a little more each time.

Once inside his plush office, Mr. Thompson closed the door behind them, locking it with a satisfying click. Nora stood rigidly, waiting for his next move.

"Take off your jacket," he demanded, his voice cold and commanding.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second before complying, slipping the blazer off her shoulders and draping it over the back of a chair. The silk blouse beneath clung to her torso, emphasizing her curves.

"Now the skirt," he added, his eyes darkening with lust.

Nora's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she unzipped the pencil skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her blouse and matching thong. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

"Hands above your head," Mr. Thompson instructed, stepping closer.

She obeyed, lifting her arms and clasping her hands together, exposing herself fully to him. He reached out, running a finger down the centre of her blouse, teasing the edge of her thong.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with condescension. "Tell me, Nora, do you enjoy being our little plaything?"

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "It's part of the job," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. "Exactly. You know your place."

With a suddenness that startled her, he yanked her blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. Nora gasped, her breasts spilling free, nipples hardened from both the cool air and the humiliation.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She sank to the floor, her knees hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. Mr. Thompson’s zipper slid down, and she averted her gaze as he freed himself, his cock already hard and ready.

"Suck it like you mean it," he commanded, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her mouth onto him.

Nora complied, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, tears streaming down her face. She tasted the bitter tang of his pre-cum, swallowing reflexively as he thrust deeper into her mouth.

"That's it," he groaned, his grip tightening on her hair. "Show me how much you love this."

She choked slightly, gagging on his thickness, but continued her efforts, determined to endure this degrading act. Her mind raced, reminding herself that this was the price she paid for success. For a life of luxury, respect from those outside the office. It was a small price to pay.

Finally, he pulled out, his cock slick with her saliva. "On the desk," he panted, pointing to the large mahogany surface.

Nora scrambled to obey, positioning herself facedown over the cool wood, her ass high in the air. Mr. Thompson came up behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he positioned himself between her legs.

"Ready for me?" he taunted, rubbing his cock against her entrance.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice shaky as she braced herself for the inevitable.

With one swift motion, he pushed into her, filling her completely. Nora bit her lip to stifle a cry, the pain sharp and immediate. He began to thrust, driving into her with brutal force, each stroke harder than the last.

"Fuck," he grunted, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You feel so goddamn good."

Nora squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the sensations rather than the shame. His cock pounded into her relentlessly, the rhythm building until it became almost pleasurable. She moaned, her body betraying her as she began to match his pace, arching her back to take him deeper.

"That's it," he praised, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Take it like a good girl."

Her nails dug into the wood as she tried to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was futile. Mr. Thompson’s relentless assault soon brought her to the brink, her orgasm crashing over her with blinding intensity.

"Yes, come for me," he growled, pulling her hair back to expose her neck. "Let it all out."

Nora screamed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Mr. Thompson followed shortly after, burying himself deep inside her as he emptied himself, his grunts mingling with her cries of release.

After a few moments, he withdrew, leaving her trembling and spent on the desk. He zipped up his pants dismissively, not bothering to comfort her or even offer a word.

"Clean yourself up," he ordered, turning towards the door. "And don't forget, you still have that report to finish by the end of the day."

Nora nodded weakly, struggling to sit up. She watched him leave the office, the door closing behind him with a final, definitive click. Alone once more, she stumbled to the bathroom, splashing water on her face to wash away the remnants of their encounter.

As she dried herself with a towel, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup had smeared slightly, and her blouse was torn and wrinkled. But beneath the physical evidence of her degradation, there was a steely determination in her eyes.

She had made it this far. She had achieved everything she had ever wanted. And if this was the price she had to pay, then so be it.

Nora lit a cigarette, the ember glowing bright against the darkness of the bathroom. She inhaled deeply, savouring the nicotine as it eased the tension in her muscles.

"This is worth it," she whispered to herself, blowing a stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "This is what you've worked all your life for."