THE CEO'S PUNISHMENT (5)

The argument started before I could even place my coat down.

“Where have you been Clara?” Ethan’s voice boomed through the dimly lit apartment. He was still in his work clothes. Tie loosened, hair a dishevelled mess. His jaw was tight, fists clenched as he tracked every detail of me. Messy hair, flushed skin and blouse unbuttoned in a clumsy way.

Heat began to build up in my throat. “I worked...late.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He stood, fists clenching even further. “You come home at midnight looking like...this and except me to believe you were just clicking away behind a desk?”

My eyes widened, heat rising in my face. “Ethan, this isn’t what you think-“

“Then what is this?” He cut in, his voice breaking slightly. “Because I can see and smell the truth on you. You’re hiding something from me Clara.”

I bit down on my lips hard as my eyes travelled to the dimly lit lamp in the corner of the room. I wanted to tell him, to scream the truth that I was trapped in something I had never asked for. Something dark. Marcus had his claws deep in me and I didn’t know how to escape.

But the words were lodged in my throat, because some shameful and traitorous part of me didn’t want to escape.

My eyes travelled to Ethan and my heart sank.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered.

“Like what?”

“Like you know what’s happening, because you don’t.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Ethan exhaled, his chest falling rapidly like he was out of words. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” He sighed before disappearing up the stairs.

I swallowed knowing that tomorrow wouldn’t bring mercy.

**

I arrived at work, a hollow feeling at the pit of my stomach and my head pounding. Every step I took towards my desk made me feel like I was falling deeper into a trap, Marcus’ trap. The message he had sent me last night was burned in my memory. You’ll see me in my office tomorrow, no excuses.

I sat at the reception, trying to breathe, trying to steady my mind for a long day at work, but the glass doors swung open and my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach.

Ethan.

He stood in the lobby, his gaze sharp and calculated. He smiled when he saw me, but it wasn’t sweet or warm. It was almost cunning. It was a smile of a man that already knew something.

“Brought you lunch babe,” He said, holding a paper back in the air as he approached me.

All the blood drained from my face. Ethan wasn’t looking at me however. His eyes trailed from my pale skin, to my trembling hands.

“Thought I’d surprise you,” He grinned.

I bit on my lip. “You know you can’t just come to my workplace and-“

The elevator dinged, cutting me mid sentence. I snapped my head and my whole body froze.

Marcus.

He stepped out like he owned the air, adjusting his crisp suit as he made his way towards the reception with an unreadable expression. He stopped right in front of my desk, his eyes flickering to Ethan and then to me. There was a wicked curl at the corner of his lips that made my stomach churn.

“Clara,” Marcus said calmly. “My office. Now.”

Ethan furrowed his eyebrows. “Who on earth is this?”

“My boss,” I barely managed to say.

Marcus’ eyes glistened with amusement. “Bring him along. We wouldn’t want your fiancé thinking we have secrets now would we?”

My knees almost gave out. Ethan slipped his hand to the small of my back in a protective manner as Marcus led is both up the stairs.

We were in the office within minutes and the sound of the door clicking shut was drowned by the sound of my heart hammering in my chest. Ethan set his bag down on the sofa, confusion filling his features.

“Why am I here?”

Marcus didn’t respond. He circled me like a predator, his hands grazing my shoulder and trailing down my arm. My body betrayed me, shivering under his familiar touch. Ethan’s eyes widened, anger rising in them.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He barked.

Marcus smiled. “Showing you what your fiancee really is, or rather, who she belongs to.”

My breath caught in my throat. “Marcus please-“

“Silence,” He commanded and I instinctively behaved, my knees weakening as my thighs pressed together.

Marcus pulled me against his chest, fingers running through my hair. “Now Clara, tell him who you belong to.”

I shook my head slowly. “I-I, I can’t.”

Marcus’ grip on my hair tightened, making me gasp. “Then we will show him.”

Without warning, I was pushed onto the desk, paper spilling to the floor like confetti. The cool surface seeped into my thighs as he spread me out, pinning my arms above my head with one hand. Ethan moved forward as his muscles tensed.

“Stop that, she’s mine-“

Marcus laughed, low and cruel. “She was never yours. Watch closely.”

He slipped his hands under my blouse, fingers finding my breasts. His thumb circled my nipples and they hardened in an instant. A soft shameless moan escaped me before I could bite it down. Ethan froze.

“Clara...”

Marcus smiled. “Do you hear here? That’s the sound of a dirty whore surrendering her body to her master.”

Heat flooded my entire body as humiliation and pleasure intertwined. Marcus tugged open my blouse completely, exposing my hardened nipples to Ethan’s horrified stare.

He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I was squirming helplessly under him.

“Look at her, even now she craves it. The shame, the audience like the fucking slut she is.”

“Stop this now!” Ethan’s voice rang through the air. But he remained in that spot, eyes still fixed on me.

Marcus’ lips grazed my ear. “Beg for it Clara, let him know who really owns this body of yours.”

“Please,” I moaned.

Ethan flinched like I had struck him.

“Please what?”

“Please sir...more.”

The air spirit with Ethan’s ragged cursing. Marcus laughed, triumphant.

“Good girl.”

Without a second to waste, Marcus undid his belt, revealing his hard cock that made my insides throb. My panties slid down easily, my entrance already soaked and ready to take every inch of him.

He rubbed his tip along my dripping pussy, my back arching in response.

“Do you want this dick you slut? I want to hear you beg for it like the good little whore you are.”

I squirmed as I felt his big cock pulsate against my clit.

“Pleas sir, I want you to fill me up with your cock.”

Marcus smirked. “Good girl. That’s my good little pet.”

He rammed his cocked into my hole immediately. My body jolted back from the sensation of being filled up to the brim. I gasped, my mind turning into a blank sheet as he slammed into me relentlessly.

He grabbed my thighs, pushing into the deepest parts of me. I threw my head back, my moans splitting the air. Nothing else mattered, not even Ethan who was standing there, watching in complete horror.

With each stroke, my pussy craved more. I moved my hips along with his rhythm, desperate to satiate the lust building up inside of me. Marcus’ grip on my thighs tightened as my body quivered with my orgasm. My juices spilled everywhere, making his strokes sloppier.

Marcus let out a throaty groan, his muscles tensing. He pushed into me again, his cock throbbing inside of me as it grew. A few more strokes was enough to send him over the edge. His pulled out, spilling his seed all over my face with one swift motion.

A grin graced his lips as he ran a hand through his hair.

“She belongs to me,” He said, adjusting his belt. “Not to you, not anymore.”

My body quivering as if answering with obedience. As Marcus adjusted his cuffs like nothing has happened, I lay on the desk, my hair a mess and my face filled with his fluids.

Ethan’s face was pale filled with hurt. “Clara...what did he do to you?”

I had no answer.

Because the truth was unbearable. Marcus hadn’t done this to me. He only revealed what was already inside of me.