Yoongi sat at his large, mahogany desk, his expression calm and collected as he prepared for the upcoming video meeting with a group of board members. He had an air of authority about him, as always, but beneath that calm exterior, there was a hint of something darker, more playful. His eyes flickered to Valentina, who stood just a few feet away, dressed in her usual professional attire—a fitted blazer and pencil skirt that hugged her curves perfectly.

She had no idea what he was planning.

Valentina had been efficient all morning, sorting through paperwork, scheduling meetings, and organizing Yoongi’s workday. She was the perfect secretary—professional, poised, and quick to respond to any task he gave her. But Yoongi had other plans for her today. Something that went beyond the usual tasks of answering phone calls and filing documents.

As the video call began and the faces of the board members filled the screen, Yoongi leaned back in his chair, his eyes locking with Valentina’s. He gave her a subtle nod, a silent command that only she would understand. Her heart skipped a beat as she caught his meaning, her breath quickening slightly. Without saying a word, she walked toward his desk, her eyes lowered, the tension between them thick in the air.

Yoongi’s gaze never left her as she moved to kneel beneath the desk, her movements graceful and obedient. The polished wood of the desk hid her completely from view, leaving the men on the screen none the wiser to what was about to unfold. Valentina’s hands shook slightly as she reached for the button on Yoongi’s pants, her fingers fumbling in her nervousness, but she quickly steadied herself. She had done this before, but never in such a setting. The added risk made it all the more thrilling.

As she unzipped his pants, Yoongi’s voice remained smooth and steady as he greeted the board members, engaging in light conversation as if nothing unusual was happening. “Good morning, gentlemen,” he said, his tone businesslike. “Shall we begin?”

The men nodded, unaware of the situation unfolding beneath Yoongi’s desk.

Valentina freed Yoongi’s growing erection, her fingers trembling as she wrapped her hand around him, feeling his heat and hardness. She couldn’t help the slight flush that crept across her cheeks as she leaned forward, her lips parting to take him into her mouth.

Yoongi didn’t react outwardly, but she felt his muscles tense slightly under her touch. His voice never wavered as he continued the meeting, discussing quarterly reports, growth projections, and strategic plans with the board. Valentina’s heart raced as she began to move, her lips sliding down his length slowly, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she took him deeper into her mouth.

The thrill of the situation—servicing him while he carried on a perfectly normal business meeting—sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins. She could hear the men talking, their voices a low hum in the background, but all of her focus was on Yoongi. His hand slid under the desk, resting on the back of her head as he gently guided her movements, his grip firm but not forceful.

She worked him with expert precision, her mouth moving up and down his shaft, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside as she hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight seal. Yoongi’s fingers tightened in her hair slightly, a subtle sign of approval, though his face remained neutral as he responded to a question from one of the board members.

“As you can see,” Yoongi said, his voice calm, “our projections for the next quarter show significant growth in the international markets. We’ll need to allocate more resources to those divisions.”

Valentina’s eyes fluttered closed as she continued, the sound of Yoongi’s voice mixed with the feeling of his cock in her mouth making her head spin. She was hyper-aware of every little movement, every slight twitch of his body as she pleasured him, careful to keep her rhythm steady and slow, knowing he would control when she could take him further.

Yoongi’s hand slid down to her neck, his thumb brushing over her skin lightly as he continued the meeting, his words never faltering. He was completely in control, even now, and it sent a thrill through her to know that he could maintain his composure so effortlessly, even while she was on her knees beneath his desk, her mouth wrapped around his cock.

“Valentina,” Yoongi said suddenly, his voice still perfectly composed. “Could you bring me the file on the international revenue streams?”

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized he was speaking to her, and not just addressing her, but addressing her in front of the board members, making it clear that she was in the room. She felt a wave of panic rise in her chest, wondering if they would notice anything odd, but Yoongi’s grip on her neck tightened slightly, a silent command to remain calm.

She pulled back slightly, releasing him from her mouth, and quickly reached for the file she had organized earlier. Her hands shook slightly as she handed it up to him, her movements quick and efficient. Yoongi took the file from her without breaking eye contact with the screen, his voice still smooth as silk as he opened the document.

“Thank you, Valentina,” he said, his tone polite but authoritative.

Valentina’s heart pounded in her chest as she resumed her position, her lips wrapping around him once more as she continued where she had left off. The thrill of almost being caught, of Yoongi speaking to her so casually while she serviced him, sent a rush of heat through her body.

Yoongi’s fingers tightened in her hair once more, guiding her movements as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue working expertly to please him. She could hear the men talking, unaware of the secret scene unfolding right under their noses, and the thought made her head spin with excitement.

“Gentlemen,” Yoongi said, his voice steady as ever, “I believe that concludes our meeting for today. Let’s reconvene next week to discuss the next steps.”

The men on the screen nodded, exchanging pleasantries before the call came to an end. As soon as the screen went dark, Yoongi’s demeanor changed. His grip on Valentina’s hair tightened, and he let out a low, throaty groan, the first sound of pleasure he had allowed himself all morning.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with lust as he pushed her down further, guiding her mouth along his length with more force. “You’ve done so well, kitten. Now, let me enjoy this properly.”

Valentina’s heart raced as Yoongi’s control slipped just a little, his body tensing beneath her touch as he let himself indulge in the pleasure she was giving him. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, the taste of him filling her senses as she took him deeper, her movements more urgent now as she sought to bring him to the edge.

Yoongi’s breath hitched, his hand tightening in her hair as he thrust up into her mouth, his control slipping just enough for her to feel the raw need behind his composed exterior. He was always so calm, so collected, but in moments like this, when he let himself unravel just a little, Valentina could see the man beneath the mask.

“Just like that,” Yoongi growled, his voice rough as he pushed her head down, his cock hitting the back of her throat. “Such a good girl for me.”

Valentina’s eyes watered as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him as she fought to keep her composure. The sound of his pleasure, the low growl in his voice, only fueled her desire to please him, and she worked harder, her mouth moving with more urgency as she felt him getting closer.

Yoongi’s hips bucked slightly, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he guided her movements with firm hands. “I’m going to cum,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Take it all, kitten.”

With a final thrust, Yoongi groaned, his body tensing as he spilled himself into her mouth. Valentina swallowed quickly, taking every drop as he held her head in place, his fingers tightening in her hair as he rode out his release.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of Yoongi’s heavy breathing, his body relaxing as he came down from his high. He released Valentina’s hair, allowing her to pull back and catch her breath. She wiped her mouth discreetly, her heart still racing from the intensity of the moment.

Yoongi looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he leaned back in his chair. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with approval. “You did very well.”

Valentina’s heart swelled with pride at his words, her body still trembling from the adrenaline of the moment. She had done what he asked, and she had done it perfectly.

Yoongi buttoned his pants and leaned down to tilt her chin up, meeting her gaze with a look of dark satisfaction. “Now get back to work, kitten,” he said, his voice firm but teasing. “There’s still a lot to do today.”

Valentina nodded, standing up on shaky legs as she adjusted her skirt and returned to her desk, her heart still racing as she tried to calm herself. Yoongi, ever composed, turned back to his computer, already focused on the next task.

But Valentina knew—this was far from the last time he’d make such a demand.