The emergency board meeting convened in the glass-walled war room on the 50th floor. Manhattan sprawled below like a conquered kingdom. Stock tickers bled green. **+87%** and climbing. Every viral clip from the bonfire fueled the surge. Damian strode in wearing a bespoke wedding tux. Midnight wool. Subtle harness embroidery under the vest. The collar ring is now a platinum band threaded through the leather. Alex followed on a short leash. Matching tux tailored to hug the harness lines. A plug was swapped for a slim vibrating ring that kept him on edge without the bulk. His left hand already bore a simple band. Damian had slid it on in the shower at 4 a.m. He whispered *mine* against wet skin.
**[Straight-Façade System | Empire Mode | Target: Damian Voss | Level 8 Progress: 0/800 SP]**
**[Active Perks: Silent Orgasm Skill (Lv2), Remote Tease (Lv2), Desk Drawer Toy Kit (Lv2), Collar Link (Lv2), Overnight Recovery (Lv1), Altitude Arousal (Lv1), Blackmail Vault (Lv1), Public Claim (Lv1)]**
Tie hovered above the conference table in a tiny tuxedo. He scattered digital rose petals. "Boardroom bridal, asset. Vow multiplier: +100 SP per 'I do.' Dad's en route. Fertility bomb incoming."
The board stared. Twelve grey suits and one empty chair. Damian clipped Alex's leash to the table's central ring. A custom addition was installed overnight. "Gentlemen, lady. Voss-Reed Global launches today. My fiancé, Alex Reed, is the co-CEO."
Gasps. Phones buzzed with push alerts. **VOSS STOCK HITS ALL-TIME HIGH ON COMING-OUT SCANDAL.**
Damian's father burst in. Chairman Voss. Silver fox in a scowl. Flanked by two lawyers and a fertility clinic brochure. "This is insanity! You need heirs, Damian. Biological. Or the will."
Damian cut him off with a raised hand. "Will's outdated. Empire Mode overrides bloodlines." He yanked Alex close. He kissed him hard. Tongue claiming. Leash taut. Remote Tease pulsed. Alex's cock strained against silk boxers.
"Witness the merger," Damian announced. He bent Alex over the oak table. Papers scattered. Quarterly reports. Stock certificates. He unzipped Alex with deliberate slowness. He exposed the harness and the glint of the cock ring. No plug today. Just an open invitation.
Chairman Voss sputtered. "In front of."
"Everyone," Damian finished. He freed himself. Hard. Flushed. He slid home in one slick thrust. Alex's palms slapped the wood. Silent moan lost to the perk. The vibrating ring buzzed in time with Damian's hips. The prostate is milked mercilessly.
Board members shifted. Some horrified. Some adjusting ties. One openly palming himself under the table. Tie projected the arousal meter huge on the glass wall. **Alex: 78% ↑ | Damian: 82% ↑ | Witnesses: +12% stock per 10% spike.**
Damian fucked like a hostile takeover. Deep. Rhythmic. He claimed every inch. "Alex Reed-Voss," he growled. "Do you take me as husband, CEO, and owner?"
Alex nodded frantically. Voice a whisper. "I do."
Louder, for the room. "I do!"
Damian spun him. He lifted him onto the table. Legs wrapped around waist. Leash wrapped around fist. Face-to-face now. Eyes locked. "Then come for the board."
The ring ramped to max. Alex shattered. Silent orgasm ripping through him. Cum flooding his boxers in thick pulses. The clench dragged Damian over. He buried deep. He flooded Alex with heat. Stock ticker exploded. **+120%**.
Tie confetti-bombed the room. **[SP +500 → Level 8 Achieved! New Perk: Merger Orgasm. Hostile takeovers sealed mid-thrust. Façade Remnant: 0%. Dad's Will Challenge Activated.]**
Chairman Voss slammed the brochure down. "Fertility test. Now. Or I disinherit."
Damian pulled out slowly. He tucked away. Then, Alex was zipped up. "Already handled." He nodded to Leo. Leo wheeled in a cryo tank. "Surrogate program. Leo's donation. Twins on ice. Voss-Reed DNA blend. Board votes?"
Hands shot up. Unanimous. The chairman's face purpled. "You can't."
"Watch me." Damian signed the new charter with the pen still slick from lube. "You're retired. Enjoy Florida."
Security escorted the old man out. Kyle is in a new suit. Collared discreetly. Kyle winked at Alex. "Pet perks include a corner office. Later?"
Damian growled. He yanked the leash. "Mine."
The board applauded as they exited to the executive elevator. Inside, Damian pinned Alex to the wall. He kissed bruises into his neck. "Honeymoon starts now. Private jet. Mile-high vows renewal every hour."
Alex's phone buzzed. System quest. **"Marry the Boss in 30 Days. Day 1 Complete. Bonus: Jet Orgasm Unlocks Global Arousal Network."**
The elevator dinged at the helipad. Leo waited by the chopper. Tank secured. "Destination: Voss private island. Victoria's in custody. Blackmail flipped. She's signing over her shares for silence."
Damian buckled Alex in. Then himself. As they lifted, the city shrank. Empire secure. Future bright.
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Mid-flight, Damian unbuckled them both. "Strip."
Harnesses only. He bent Alex over the conference table. Yes, the jet had one. Leash clipped to the seat rail. He entered slowly. Savoring. "Every merger from now on ends like this."
Alex pushed back. He met each thrust. The vibrating ring synced with the engines. Turbulence adds edge. They came together over the Atlantic. Damian's ring slides home beside Alex's wedding band mid-orgasm.
Tie appeared on the cockpit dash. **[Overtime Alert: Island Arrival. Location: Honeymoon Villa. Dress Code: Nothing but Rings. Penalty for Tardiness: Dad's Surprise Visit. Arousal Meter locked at 99%. New Quest: "Impregnate the Empire. Surrogate Threesome with Leo."]**
The island loomed. White sand. Turquoise water. Villa glowing. Damian kissed Alex's ring finger. "Welcome to forever, husband."
Below, the world spun on. Stock soaring. Rivals crumbling. Love weaponised. The straight façade was ash. What rose from it was unbreakable.