7: CALL ME, SIR

AURORA’S POV

My heart has been racing since the first day I walked into Baron Enterprises.

I’m just an intern, twenty-four and naive as hell, I know. But from the moment I saw him—Casper Baron—I was a goner.

He’s… a lot.

Tall, built like he could break you in half, with these dark gray eyes that see right through you. He’s ruthless. Everyone says so.

His divorce was finalized six months ago, and from the whispers in the breakroom, it was messy. He came out of it even colder, even more relentless. And God, I couldn’t look away.

I’d stay late just to hear the deep rumble of his voice from behind his office door. I’d fantasize in my tiny cubicle, my hand slipping under my desk, imagining it was his.

What his voice would sound like, low and demanding in my ear. What those big, capable hands would feel like on my skin. I was obsessed.

A stupid, one-sided crush on a man who probably didn’t even know my first name.

Until the Halloween gala.

The grand ballroom at the Baron Tower was insane. All crystal chandeliers and masked faces. I felt like a total fraud in my angel costume.

The white dress was way too short, the bodice way too tight. I kept pulling at the hem, hyper-aware of every look.

I was there to be professional, but the second I saw him across the room… my brain just melted.

He was dressed as the devil. Of course he was. A perfect, tailored crimson suit and a mask that hid everything but those piercing eyes.

I saw him watching me, his gaze a physical weight, and I panicked. I had to get out. I slipped away to the balcony, gripping the cold railing, trying to catch my breath.

The door clicked shut behind me.

“Running already, little angel?”

That voice. I’d know it anywhere. Low, velvety, and dangerous. A shiver shot straight down my spine to settle as a throbbing ache between my legs.

I turned around slowly.

It was him. Casper. My boss. The man of all my dirtiest, most secret dreams. He leaned against the doorframe, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, looking like sin itself.

“Sir,” I squeaked, my voice embarrassingly weak. “I just… needed air.”

He took a slow step forward.

“Liar.” The word was soft. He was so close now I could smell the bergamot and leather of his cologne. “You’ve been flitting around this party all night, a perfect little tease in this dress.” His knuckles brushed my arm, and I jolted. “Did you wear this for me, Aurora?”

He knew my name. He said it like a secret, something dirty just between us.

My brain short-circuited. “I… I didn’t think you’d notice.”

His laugh was a dark, delicious sound.

“I notice everything. I’ve noticed the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. I’ve noticed how you jump when I speak.” His hand came up, his fingers curling possessively around the back of my neck. “So I’ll ask you again. Did you dress up like this for me? So I could see what I’m going to ruin?”

A whimper escaped my lips. I was so wet it was embarrassing.

“Yes,” I breathed. There was no point in lying.

“Yes, what?” he prompted, his thumb stroking my pulse point.

“Yes, Sir.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest.

“Good girl.” The praise went straight to my core, making me clench around nothing. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to come with me, and you’re going to be a good little slut and do exactly what I say. Or,” his voice dropped to a deadly whisper, “you can go back to the party, and tomorrow morning, your internship will be terminated. Your choice.”

It wasn’t a choice. Not really. My body was screaming for him. My career was on the line. It was terrifying and so, so hot.

“I’ll go with you, Sir.”

His eyes flashed with dark victory. He didn’t say another word. His hand closed around my wrist, and he pulled me back inside, through the crowd.

No one stopped the devil claiming his angel. We stepped into a private elevator, and the second the doors closed, he had me pinned against the wall.

His body was hard and hot against mine. I could feel the thickness of his erection pressing into my stomach.

“Do you have any idea,” he growled, his mouth hovering over mine, “how long I’ve wanted to wreck this perfect little pussy? How many times I’ve sat in my office, hard as a rock, imagining you under my desk, sucking my cock while I take a call?”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my head falling back against the wall.

“No, baby. Just me.” His hand slid up my thigh, his fingers dipping under my dress to brush against the damp lace of my panties. “Fuck, you’re dripping. All for me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I panted.

The elevator dinged, opening directly into his massive, dark office. The city lights glittered below us. He didn’t turn on the lights. He spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Hands on the glass. Now.”

I obeyed, my palms slapping against the cool surface. I heard the whisper of my zipper, and then my dress was pooling at my feet.

I was standing in front of the entire city in nothing but my heels, my angel wings, and a soaked white thong.

His hands were on my bare ass in an instant, squeezing, kneading.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “My perfect little angel, presented for me.” He hooked his thumbs in the sides of my thong and dragged it down my legs. “Step out.”

I did, kicking it away. I was completely exposed. He ran a hand over my ass, then slid it between my legs, his fingers sliding easily through my slick folds.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a mess,” he groaned, pushing two fingers inside me without warning. I cried out, my forehead pressing against the glass. “You like that, don’t you? You like being my dirty little secret.”

“Yes, Sir! Please…”

“Please, what?” He curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made me see stars.

“Please, fuck me! Please, I need your cock!”

I heard the clink of his belt, the rasp of his zipper. Then the thick, hot head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. He was huge. I gasped.

“You’re mine tonight,” he snarled in my ear, his hand fisting in my hair. “This tight, greedy cunt is mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours! It’s yours, Sir!”

He slammed into me in one brutal, perfect thrust. I screamed as he filled me, the stretch overwhelming, the feeling of being completely taken making me dizzy.

He didn’t give me a second to adjust. He set a punishing rhythm, pounding into me, his hips slapping against my ass.

“That’s it, take it,” he grunted, his grip on my hair tightening. “Take my fucking cock, you little slut. I’m going to fill this pretty pussy up until it’s dripping with my cum.”

His filthy words pushed me higher. I was babbling, begging, completely mindless.

“Sir, I’m gonna come! Please, can I come?”

“You come when I say you can,” he commanded, driving into me even harder. “And I say you can come now. Come for me, Aurora. Now.”

It was like a switch flipped. My orgasm ripped through me, so violent my knees buckled. He held me up, fucking me through my convulsions, my cries echoing in the dark room.

Just as my climax began to subside, he let out a guttural roar, his hips stuttering as he plunged deep and emptied himself inside me.

I felt the hot, wet pulse of his release filling me up, claiming me.

We stood there for a minute, both of us panting, his cock still buried inside me, his cum starting to trickle down my thighs.

He slowly pulled out and turned me around. His eyes were dark, possessive.

He tucked himself back into his pants, then used his thumb to smear his cum from my thigh onto my lips.

“Taste what you do to me.”

I opened my mouth, my tongue swiping over his thumb, tasting our mixed arousal. It was the most degrading, most erotic thing I’d ever done.

He smiled, a dark, possessive curl of his lips. “Good girl.”

The next morning, I walked into the office, my body sore in the best way, a secret thrumming under my skin. I went straight to his office and knocked.

“Come in.”

He was behind his desk, the picture of power in a sharp suit. But his eyes… they were the same ones from last night.

“Close the door, Aurora.”

I did.

“Lock it.”

My fingers trembled as I turned the lock.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze dropping to my knees. “Now, get on your knees. We’re not done.”

And as I sank to the floor, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and pure, unadulterated lust, I knew he was right.

This was only the beginning.