THE CEO'S PUNISHMENT (1)

My pussy was soaking wet.

That was the only thing I could focus on as I stood at the corner of the meeting room. My legs quivered, my hips swaying with the motion of the vibrator that was moving inside of me.

My nails dug crescent moons into the clipboard as I clutched onto it tightly. Hidden beneath the layers of lace and silk, I had a small silver vibrator my boss had slipped into me that morning.

It hummed with a steady vibration now, subtle enough for no one else to notice, but strong enough to make my knees buckle underneath me.

And he knew it.

He always knew.

Across the table sat Marcus Hale, the CEO of Hale enterprises, billionaire, man of immeasurable authority and the man who owned everything single inch of me the second I walked into his office six months ago.

That same man now held the remote in his palm, causally flipping through the switch with his fingers while he discussed quarterly reports with the board of directors as if nothing at all was happening.

I hated how calm his voice slipped out through his tongue. I hated the sharp authority that went along with it and how easily he could do this while I struggled to stand upright.

And God help me, I loved it too.

The meeting was supposed to be simple, nothing lasting more than 30 minutes, but Marcus decided to make it a test.

“You’ll wear it,” He said that morning while my legs were spread right in front of him. His voice was low, but filled with command as he held the sleek toy in between his fingers. “All day, no excuses.”

Before I could utter a word of protest, he spread my thighs even further, his fingers slipping into my pussy as he placed the toy perfectly inside me. My body trembled as his fingers trailed to my clit.

“You are not allowed to cum, until I say so.”

Those were his final words before he slipped out of the office.

“...as you can see, projections for the next quarter remain steady.”

His deep voice drew me out of my reverie, and right then, he pressed the button.

The vibrator surged to a higher setting.

The shock hit me so hard, a low gasp escaped my lips. Pleasure shot up my spine, my thighs dampened as my pussy began to drip.

I didn’t dare move

I didn’t dare look at him

If I looked, everyone would know.

I parted my lips as if I were about to cough, desperate to mask the sound, my moans; but his eyes trailed to me just for a second and I knew that was exactly what he wanted.

He wanted me trembling in silence while the others droned on about market shares. He wanted me flushed, restless and pretending to be fine while all my nerves stood taut as I tried to stop myself from cumming all over the slick, marble floor.

The meeting dragged on and minutes felt like hours.

My body twitched, my hands grabbing a fistful of my skirt as craved a sweet release.

Every time I thought I could adjust to the sensation, he switched it. Higher, lower, pulsing. Sometimes he left it off for a full ten minutes, long enough for me to catch my breath before snapping it back in without warning, causing a soundless gasp from my throat.

My body burned with humiliation and desire at the same time.

This wasn’t just all a punishment for me, it was a reminder that he controlled everything.

Even me.

Another excruciating minute went by, and one of the directors signalled for me to come over with a copy of a report. My heart dropped. I walked across the room, heels clicking against the floor as the toy throbbed inside of me.

I bent slightly to hand him the folder, and the angle made the sensation sharper. I could feel the toy pressing against my sweet spot. I bit my lips, drowning the moans that dared to escape.

“Thank you Ms.Winters,” The man said politely.

“You’re welcome,” I whispered, my voice strangled and I prayed no one would nothing the bright pink forming on my cheeks.

When I turned to walk back to my spot, my glazed flickered, just for a brief moment towards the head of the table.

Marcus was watching me.

His expression remained the same. Cold, professional, the perfect CEO. But his thumb tapped lazily against the remote in his palm.

A promise, more like a threat.

I lowered my gaze hastily.

By the time the meeting was adjourned, I was shaking with relief. The directors murmured their goodbyes as they slipped out of the meeting room. I stayed where I was, clutching my clipboard like a lifeline, waiting until the last person slipped through the glass doors.

The moment the latch clicked shut, silence fell

But before I could take a step, his voice cut through the air.

“Clara, stay.”

My spine locked in place.

He rose from his chair with a terrifying elegant calm while sliding the remote into his pocket. His cold, dark eyes burned into mine striping me bare where I stood.

“Come here.”

I obeyed, heels clicking as I walked over to him. When I reached him,, he caught my chin in his hand, tilting my face up. His thumb brushed against my lips where I had bitten down. His gaze sent shivers down my spine.

“You did well,” He muttered. “But you broke position twice. You let them see you falter.”

“I-I didn’t-“

His eyes narrowed, his icy gaze silencing me in an instant.

“You’ll learn,” He said calmly, undoing the cuffs on his shirt. “And you will be punished for every mistake.”

Heat coiled in my stomach, shame and desire tangling until I could barely breathe.

“Yes sir,” I whispered.

His thumb pressed against my lower lips. “Good. Now be a good little pet and spread those legs for me.”