STORY 2: UNDER HIS COMMAND (I)

Chapter 1

Tessa’s POV

“Mr. Roman, here’s your coffee exactly how you like it. Black, two sugars, no cream.” I set the mug down on his desk, keeping my voice steady even though my knees felt a little weak.

This was day one. I needed this job badly, a clean slate. No more screw-ups.

Roman looked up from his laptop. His steel-gray eyes met mine.

He was bigger than I expected, with broad shoulders and rolled-up sleeves showing strong forearms. Definitely ex-military.

“Thank you, Tessa. Don’t make it a habit to be even thirty seconds late with anything. I don’t tolerate excuses.”

His voice was low and clipped. Not exactly rude, but the kind that expected to be obeyed.

I nodded quickly.

“Understood, sir. Your ten o’clock meeting with the security team is confirmed. I already sent the updated brief to everyone.”

He didn’t smile. Just gave a short nod and went back to typing. I turned to leave, feeling his eyes on my ass the whole way out. Or maybe that was my imagination. I hoped it was.

I needed to stay professional, keep my head down, and rebuild. My last job had gone to shit because of one stupid mistake. This one wouldn’t.

The morning passed in a blur of schedules, emails, and meetings. Roman ran the room.

Every time he spoke, I caught myself watching the way his jaw moved and how his hands gestured.

He was twice my age.

By late afternoon I was soaked. Shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I crossed my legs under the conference table and tried to focus on the notes instead of imagining those big hands on my skin.

“You’re distracted, Tessa,” he said later that evening when everyone else had left. We were alone in his private office. “I need full focus at all times. Is that going to be a problem?”

“No, sir,” I answered, cheeks burning. “I’m completely here.”

He studied me for a long second, eyes dropping to my slightly parted lips before snapping back up.

“Good. Then you’ll assist me in the gym downstairs tonight. I need someone to track my sets and keep time. Be there at nine sharp. Don’t be late.”

My stomach flipped. “Yes, sir.”

I showed up in leggings and a fitted tank top, telling myself they were just practical gym clothes.

The private gym had black mats, heavy weights, and mirrors on every wall.

Roman was already there in gray sweatpants and a tight black compression shirt that showed every ridge of muscle.

Sweat glistened on his neck. My p*ssy throbbed at the sight.

“Start the timer,” he ordered without looking at me, loading the barbell.

I did as told, watching him move. He moved with total control. I pressed my thighs together, trying not to squirm.

After forty minutes he called me over.

“Spot me on these squats. Stand behind me.”

I moved into position, heart hammering. He lowered into the squat and I placed my hands lightly on his sides like he instructed. Heat poured off his body. When he rose, his ass brushed against my front. I bit my lip hard.

“Again,” he said.

We did several sets. Each time that contact happened my n!pples tightened against my tank top.

I was soaked. Every time I moved, my leggings rubbed right against my clit.

Roman finished the set and turned to face me, breathing steady while I was practically panting.

“Your form is off when you demonstrate,” he said suddenly. “Let me see you do bodyweight squats so I can correct it.”

I hesitated only a second before moving to the open space. I dropped into a squat, ass pushing back, trying to keep my back straight.

Roman stepped right behind me, so close I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Lower,” he commanded. His hands settled on my waist, big and warm through the thin fabric. “Hips back more. Like this.”

He pulled my hips back gently but firmly, pressing my ass against his groin for a moment. I could feel his thick c*ck pressing against me through his sweatpants.

My breath caught.

F*ck, he was huge. My p*ssy clenched and I got even wetter.

“Better,” he murmured, but his hands didn’t leave my waist right away. They stayed there, thumbs stroking small circles against my skin where my tank had ridden up.

His hands felt hot on my skin. I wanted to push back into him.

“Again,” he said, voice a little rougher.

I squatted slower this time, deliberately pushing my ass out more.

His grip tightened. One hand slid a little lower, almost to my hip bone.

My thighs were shaking. My clit throbbed. He smelled warm and masculine, and it made me dizzy.

Roman’s fingers flexed on my waist. I could feel his c*ck growing thicker behind me, pressing more insistently against my ass now. He wasn’t pulling away. Neither was I.

“Keep your core tight,” he growled softly. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in to adjust my shoulders. The heat of him surrounded me completely.

I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the bench and f*cking me.

I wanted to hear him call me a good girl in that strict voice while he f*cked me.

I stayed quiet, breathing fast, letting his hands stay on me longer than they needed to.

My n!pples were hard and poking through my tank top. If he looked down, he’d know.

Roman finally stepped back half an inch, but not before his fingers trailed down my sides, brushing the curve of my ass. My whole body shivered.

“Focus, Tessa. Unless you’re doing this on purpose.”

His voice dropped low near my ear.