Bring me lunch

My heart began to race as Mr. Blackwood approached me, with those piercing fiery eyes that burnt through my skin with the heat of hell. With a little space between us, he paused and his eyes were locked on mine.

I think it was at that moment that the real weight of my decision dawned on me, the shadow of my thoughts hung over me. He slowly placed his hand under my jaw and made me look up at him, my heart stopped and I froze.

His cologne hit me; it smelt so good, more like expensive. I didn’t want to look into his eyes any longer than I had already done, but he was still holding up my jaw. “Sir…” I stuttered, not knowing what to say.

I knew I couldn’t refuse him, as per the agreement that we had. With his left hand, he began to unhook his neck tie and my heart skipped a few beats. Why was he loosening his tie?

I wanted to step back but my back was against the wall already, the silence didn’t make things any easier, the way he stared at me, his fingers slowly traced the line from my jaw up my face and with the back of his index second finger, he gentle brushed something off the corner of my lips.

He raised it to my face, it was sauce from my breakfast which I had at the office a while ago. He poked the finger into his mouth to my awe and licked off the sauce. “Hmm…” he hummed with wide eyes and stared at his fingers, wearing a look of surprise on his face, and then he faced me.

“You realize that you are the assistant to a CEO of a prestigious firm like our own, don’t you? I would suggest that next time, you keep your food in your mouth, Miss Owl.” He said coldly and my heart trembled.

I nodded nervously. “Yes Sir, I am sorry about that.” I would say anything to get a breather from this guy at the moment; he was making me so nervous right now.

As he took a step backward, I let go of a breath that I didn’t know I was holding until now. I was further relieved when he turned his back to me and headed for his desk.

“Where did you get your food, Ann?” he asked as he walked away, his shoulders high and his tone nonchalant. At least he used my real name this time.

“What do you think? I make it myself, I couldn’t possibly afford fast food right now.” I huffed.

He turned to face me, sitting back at the office table with what I think was a little smile on his face. “You make good food, I didn’t think you would be better at something than making threats.” He chuckled. “Bring me some of your home made lunch tomorrow, Ann.” He added.

I nodded hesitantly with a little scoff. Really? Make him lunch? That wasn’t even in my job description. Maybe I should have argued, but I didn’t… I just wanted to be out of his sight as soon as possible as it felt so tense being under his scrutiny.

Quickly, I turned around and grabbed the door handle. I didn’t even remember if I had to pull or push, but somehow I made it out. “Bastard,” I cursed under my breath as I walked down the hallway.

** ** **

Mr. Blackwood chuckled as he watched her make her way out of the office, reeking of fear and discomfort. For some weird reason, he found pleasure in making her nervous. It felt good to humble her like that, because as far he was concerned, that girl had a tongue on her.

As the CEO stood up from the table and walked back to his office chair, he couldn’t help but wonder. Why did he pick interest in this one girl? There are so many girls, begging to be a part of his life, both from his past and present, eager to do his very command. Anna was not the first girl he had put in that spot, it pleased him to toy with women and fulfill each of his sexual fantasies with them.

Maxwell didn’t care about any of the ladies, he wasn’t desperate to keep or have them because he knew there was always a replacement. But with Anna, things were a bit different, she didn't even want him like the other women who desired him and yet Maxwell Blackwood was so intrigued by her, it is an understatement to say that he craves her, from the first day the CEO had set eyes on her. He just wanted to do wild things to her, on the bed, the couch, the office table, even in my personal sex chambers. It felt like she had warped his mind from the moment she turned down his offer and even threatened physical violence against him. But why does he lust for her this much?

Was it because of her face? Yes, Annabel was a pretty young woman, with those large round eyes that beckoned unto him, but Maxwell had seen prettier faces. Was it her Titties? Yes, the CEO was a sucker for boobs but she is not the first woman with nice perky looking boobs that he has come across, in fact he had seen better in his few years as an adult. It just makes no sense why he craves her this much, why he so desperately wanted to see her on her knees, worshiping his seven inch cock with her hands and tongue.

There is just this thing about her that had left him curious, left him eager to know more, and explore her further. It is a surprise that he hasn’t bent her over yet, even though it is what every drop of blood in his body was telling him to do. He had to put up so much restraint when she was around, but good lord, the things he would do to her.

As the CEO rolled his chair around unconsciously, he couldn’t begin to imagine the evil things he would do to her. Call him sick, but Maxwell Blackwood could not wait to fill her pretty holes with his cum, all three of them. He looked forward to watching her plead and beg him to stop while he goes harder on her. He wanted to hear her scream, or at least mumble out words with teary eyes when he pushes his shaft down her throat; the thought of it alone made his impatient third leg kick so hard. But the CEO was not going to rush into anything, he was going to take his time to enjoy it or just like the ladies before Ann, he might get bored of her too easily.

The CEO’s troubling thoughts were disrupted by the untimely arrival of his personal Secretary. She didn’t knock on the door, but then Anna had left it wide open and he hadn’t noticed until now. What does Megan want? And what is with the frown on her face?

To be continued!!