THE CEO'S PUNISHMENT (3)

The taste of him was already on my tongue.

I knelt on the carpet beneath Marcus’s desk, lips stretched around his cock, sliding down as far as my throat could manage. His hands were tangled up in my hair, keeping me steady, guiding my rhythm with subtle tugs as he spoke above me.

No one would’ve guessed that I was on my knees between his legs, swallowing every inch of his hard cock while he negotiated a million dollar contract.

“Yes, the terms are agreeable,” Marcus’ smooth voice carried above me. “But I want it in writing by Friday.”

I moaned softly around him, the vibration from my mouth making his thighs tense under my palm. His hard cock pulsed in my mouth, thick, hot and filling me all the way to the very back of my throat.

I could barely breathe.

“Good girl,” He muttered low enough for my ears to catch it.

My whole body was a quivering mess. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, letting my saliva coat his cock completely. The wet, obscene sounds that slipped from my parted lips echoed in the small space. I had a gut feeling the client sitting across the desk could hear something if he listened too closely.

Marcus was enjoying this however. His fingers trailed through my hair and tightened in an instant, just to remind me who was in control. I gagged slightly as he pushed me deeper, tears slipping down my reddened cheeks.

I forced myself to take him in, to show him I could.

“That’s right,” He whispered low, then raised his voice calmly. “I’ll have the assistant draft the agreement.”

His assistant. That was me, the girl kneeling and taking every inch of his big cock.

Heat flooded my thighs as my pussy began to drip, soaking my panties. The humiliation made it worse, made it better. I could feel his cock twitch around my tongue and I knew he was close.

He tugged my hair, forcing my eyes up to his.

“Swallow.” He commanded.

I nodded slowly. He immediately shoved his cock back into my mouth and after a few hard strokes, he pressed me down to his groin. Marcus came hard at the back of my throat. It was hot sticky and tasteless.

I swallowed every drop, daring not to spill it as tears stained my cheeks. My jaw ached, my lipstick was more than ruined but the sound of his satisfied exhale sent a shiver of pride through me.

By the time the client stood to shake his hand, Marcus was once again the picture perfect CEO with his cock zipped away and his expression as flat as always.

I scrambled out from under the desk, wiping my lips quickly with my face burning as I walked the client to the door. He shot me a polite, clueless smile and I wondered if he could see the dishevelled state I was in.

**

Back at the reception desk, I tried to steady myself as I worked. My make up was ruined and my throat felt raw, but I forced a smile as I clicked away at the keyboard, pretending to be nothing more than a normal secretary.

But I couldn’t stop myself from reminiscing about how my bosses thick cock was lodged down the back of my throat. The mere though of it brought some dampness to my thighs.

The glass door slid open, breaking me from my thoughts. The client from earlier slipped out of it.

“Clara isn’t it?” He said, propping an arm on the counter.

I tore my gaze away from the desktop screen, my eyes fixed on him. His gaze was bold...too bold.

“I didn’t realize Marcus had such a...capable staff.”

His eyes skimmed down my blouse, over the way I sat. My skin began to crawl, but I forced a smile regardless. “Can I help you with something sir?”

He leaned in closer, the sharp smell of his cologne wafting through the air, unwelcoming. His eyes swept over me, lingering like I was some kind of exotic item out on display.

“I was hoping maybe I could take you out to dinner sometime. A woman like you shouldn’t be wasted sitting behind a desk like this.”

I clenched my fist, feeling irritation pricking my skin. I opened my mouth to speak, but before words slipped out, a shadow fell across the reception.

Marcus.

He stood directly behind the client, his eyes fixed on him with a dangerous glint I recognised all too well.

“Dinner?” Marcus’ voice was like steel. “My staff don’t entertain clients, especially not mine.”

The man spun around, clearing his throat as he straightened. A nervous laughter slipped through his chapped lips. “Of course I didn’t mean to-“

“You did,” Marcus cut him off, stepping closer as his presence enveloped the entire space. “Now, I’ll suggest you leave.”

The client muttered something quickly before scampering out of the building. I let out a sigh of relief, but a heavy silence lingered in the air. Marcus’ gaze shifted to me, causing my entire body to ripple.

“Stand up.”

My legs wobbled as I obeyed, heat pooling into my stomach.

“Did you enjoy that?” His voice was low, icy cold.

My head dropped, my eyes scanning the floor like there was something interesting on it. “N-No sir.”

He closed the distance between us in mere strides, his hands gripping my neck, causing my eyes to find his. His eyes burned with possessiveness.

“You are mine. Every single inch of you belongs to me. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“Yes sir,” I muttered, trembling as every nerve in my body screamed with the need to please him.

His thumb pressed against my lower lips and he slowly slipped his finger into my mouth, the same flesh he had used under his desk. His smile was dark, almost hungry.

“Tonight,” He whispered, “I will remind you exactly who you belong to.”

The threat cooked inside me like a fire.

And I wanted it.