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Chapter 14 - Nadia's First Five Weeks: A Whirlwind of Power and Surrender

Nadia Reyes stepped into Calder Analytics' San Francisco headquarters on that crisp Monday morning, the Pacific fog still clinging to the glass towers like a lover's breath. Her new CFO title hummed through her veins, but it was Elena's sultry, low, commanding accent, laced with a faint Spanish lilt, that truly branded her. Two suitcases held her entire life after that transformative night in Elena's hotel suite, Elena's fingers tracing fire across Nadia's bare skin, silk ties binding her wrists to the headboard, Elena's tongue delving relentlessly between her thighs until Nadia's body arched and shuddered through wave after wave of orgasm. She'd sobbed, begged, tasted her own slickness on Elena's lips, and sealed her fate. The formal offer followed the next day, but the true contract pulsed in the memory of sweat-slicked skin, Elena's musky arousal coating Nadia's tongue, and the raw, quivering surrender that left Nadia aching for more.

Week One

Week one slammed into Nadia like a controlled burn. Elena demanded she shadow every meeting and board call, where Elena's voice sliced through convoluted risk models, her posture regal, legs crossed with predatory grace. Nadia sat inches away, notebook trembling slightly in her lap as Elena's knee brushed hers under the polished table, sending electric sparks up Nadia's thigh. The faint citrus and jasmine of Elena's perfume mingled with the sterile office air, but closer, Nadia caught the warm, clean scent of Elena's skin, subtle shampoo with hints of vanilla. By day three, Nadia's focus fractured completely; her panties grew damp at every casual graze of Elena's fingers along her arm while gesturing at slides.

The breaking point came in Elena's corner office late that afternoon, glass walls frosted opaque for privacy. Elena locked the door with a decisive click, her dark eyes gleaming. "You've been so good this week, Nadia," she murmured, accent thickening like warm honey. She backed Nadia against the wide oak desk, hiking her pencil skirt up with deliberate slowness, exposing lace panties already darkened with arousal. Nadia whimpered, breath hitching, thighs quivering as Elena dropped gracefully to her knees. The cool air kissed Nadia's heated skin; Elena inhaled deeply, nose brushing the damp fabric, savoring the sweet-musk scent of Nadia's dripping need.

With practiced fingers, Elena peeled the panties aside, spreading Nadia's thighs wider. Her tongue flicked out, first a teasing lap along the outer lips, gathering the tangy wetness, then circling the swollen clit with relentless, fluttering precision. Nadia gasped sharply, hands gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening. Elena's fingers plunged deep, two at first, then three, curling expertly against Nadia's G-spot, stroking the ridged flesh while her mouth sealed over the clit, sucking with rhythmic pulses. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room, the slick glide of fingers, Nadia's ragged pants turning to high, desperate moans. Sweat beaded on Nadia's forehead, trickling down her neck; her inner walls fluttered, clenching greedily. Elena hummed approval, the vibration shooting straight to Nadia's core. The orgasm crashed hard. Nadia bit her fist to muffle the scream, body convulsing, flooding Elena's mouth and chin with hot release. Elena rose, kissing Nadia deeply, sharing the salty-sweet tang of her own juices. "Welcome to the team," she whispered against her swollen lips.

Professionally, Nadia devoured the work. On day two, auditing treasury operations, she pored over ledgers, spotting cash management leaks that were bleeding millions. She crafted a comprehensive restructuring proposal, automating transfers, renegotiating fees, and integrating AI forecasting. The "private review" came that Friday, Nadia on her knees beneath Elena's desk, skirt bunched, mouth buried between Elena's spread thighs. Elena's scent enveloped her, richer now, arousal mixing with faint leather from the chair and clean skin. Nadia's tongue swirled Elena's clit in broad, firm strokes, then pointed flicks; fingers scissored inside the tight, velvet heat, thumb pressing the hood. Elena's breath quickened from controlled inhales to low, shuddering moans, thighs tensing around Nadia's head. She signed the memo mid-climax, walls pulsing rhythmically around Nadia's hand, a warm gush coating her fingers and chin. Elena pulled her up for a messy, shared kiss, tasting herself on Nadia's tongue. "Brilliant."

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