The CEO's Obsession Pt 1

Molly was a secretary. The working hours were long and the pay was mediocre but she could not complain. It was hard to find a high-paying job these days and she had hospital bills to pay. Her mother had been in and out of the hospital a lot over the past few years and the bills were always hefty. Today was no exception. Her mother was scheduled for surgery later that week and Molly was left scratching her head on how to make ends meet. She hadn’t even paid her landlord for the past two months.

And right now, the moaning that came from behind Mr Evans’ office was not helping her.

Mr Evans was her boss, the CEO of Wright Corporations, one of the fastest climbing startup companies in town. Molly wondered if she could ask for a raise today. Mr Evans was always in a good mood whenever one of his supermodel girlfriends came for a ‘visit’.

Once, he had thrown a wad of crisp one-hundred dollar bills on her desk after she helped him clean up his office. Of course, the wad of cash was soon eaten up by the hospital.

She sighed and shook her head.

"I’ll ask Mr. Evans the moment he comes out," she told herself, nudging her swivel chair closer to the glass wall of his office. The blinds were closed but they did nothing to muffle the low groans and breathy panting coming from inside.

The sounds wrapped around her like heat, pooling low in her stomach, making her skin tingle and her thighs press a little tighter together. She knew she shouldn’t be listening but she couldn’t stop herself.

Suddenly, she heard a shout.

“Get out of my office, NOW!”

The timbre door to the office yanked open and out stormed Mr Evans. His steel blue eyes were a stormy grey as their eyes met and Molly immediately recoiled, shifting her eyes away. 

“Get that slut out of my office and clean up the place!” he ordered, tugging at his midnight blue necktie before storming off to his private elevator. It opened with a ‘ding’ and in Mr Evans stepped, disappearing into the doors of the shaft slid to a close.

Molly sucked in a breath, she had never seen Mr Evans so angry before. Quickly, she got up from her chair, smoothed her pencil skirt and ran into his office.

Molly gasped at what she saw.

In the middle of the room was Mr Evans’ latest girlfriend. She stood there sobbing as dark mascara smudged her teary face. Molly cautiously stepped up to the trembling woman and gently put a hand on the brunette's shoulder.

“Are you alright?” she asked, softly, peering at the brunette’s face. Her name was Joan. Or Jolene. Molly wasn't quite sure, Mr Evans changed his girlfriends as often as he changed his ties.

Joan or Jolene took one look at Molly and burst into another set of tears.

“Boohooohoo!” she bawled and rubbed at her eyes. One of her fake lashes came off. “Evans doesn’t want me anymore!” She slumped to the ground and grabbed the edge of Mollly’s pencil skirt to blow her nose into. Snot soiled Molly’s skirt and Molly grimaced but did not pull away. She always had a soft spot for broken-hearted women, she had seen too many crying in Mr Evans’ office already.

With expert hands, Molly pulled out a packet of tissue paper and handed it over to Joan. Or Jolene. Whatever her name was.

“What happened?” she asked as she watched the brunette blow yet another round of yellow sticky snot into the tissue.

“Evans found out that I had silicone implants for my boobs! Wahhhhhhhhh!” The brunette burst into tears again, this time, fisting her fingers and hitting them on the cream-coloured carpet of the office.

Molly’s luscious red lips parted in a dainty ‘O’. Mr Evans had a dislike for women who went under the knife. He had always preferred natural beauties, this much Molly knew from the short 6 months of working for him. He was particular like that.

“What am I going to doooooo?” the brunette wailed.

Molly sighed and patted the woman on the back. “I’m sorry, maybe he’s not the man for you.”

That was all Molly could say. She looked at the brunette, whom Molly thought was a stunning beauty. Compared to the F cup that the brunette had, Molly’s boobs were considered petite in size with a mere C cup. Unlike the brunette’s shiny hair which probably graced the hair salon every day, Molly’s was a simple wavy auburn one that she tied up in a neat ponytail.

“But I like Evans. He has really nice sports cars. And he’s got such a huge cock,” the brunette sniffed.

Molly smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

It took nearly an hour but the teary brunette finally left and Molly had to quickly clean up the office. She knew that Mr Evans would come back before two for his afternoon meetings.

Quickly, she vacuumed the floor, cleaned his wall glass windows (Mr Evans was fanatically obsessed with squeaky clean windows) and finally, she started wiping his huge mahogany desk that oversaw a stunning view of downtown New York.

As she was cleaning the desk, Molly accidentally bumped into one of his drawers. It was one of those drawers that would slide to an open if you pushed it and slide open it did.

What Molly saw shocked her to the core.

For in that drawer were rows upon rows of toys. No, not toys for children but toys for grown-ups if they were to ever get kinky. Molly clasped a hand to her mouth. She had always heard sounds of pleasure coming from Mr Evans's office but it never occurred to her the kind of games that were being played behind closed doors. Molly was innocent like that. So innocent that she was in fact still a virgin at twenty-five.

She stared at the garden of sex toys before her. There were wrist cuffs, blindfolds, whips and chains. Molly had only ever seen or heard of them back in high school. Mesmerized and without realizing it, Molly reached out and wrapped her hands around a black shaft with a slightly curved cylindrical head. There was a tiny shiny button at the end of the shaft too.

Molly frowned. What was the button for?

With her other hand, she pressed a finger to the button and it started to vibrate.

“Oh!” Molly dropped the vibrator and it fell to the floor with a soft thud. Quickly, Molly picked it up again, feeling a strong vibration coming from the shaft. It was a vibrating dildo, she finally realized.

Her face flushed crimson red and she quickly pressed the button to stop it from vibrating. Then, Molly placed it back into the same exact position. Then, another smaller one caught her eye. This one was shaped like a long bullet with a tiny loop and button at the very end. She stifled a laugh, it looked funny and it was golden in colour too.

She picked it up and held it high in the air, narrowing her eyes at it and wondering why it was so small compared to the first shaft. In fact, this one was no more than two fingers held together—

“Like what you see, Miss Molly Peterson?”

Molly gasped and whirled around. And who did she see but Mr Evans, leaning in the doorway with his massive arms folded over his chest.

“Mr Evans!”

Molly’s eyes flicked over to the metallic round clock on the wall. It wasn’t even two o’clock yet!

Mr Evans cocked his head and one corner of his lips lifted into a smile, revealing a dimple. “Have you ever used it before, Miss Peterson?”

Molly’s jaw dropped. She was dooomed, Mr Evans was going to fire her!

“Answer my question, Miss Peterson,” Mr Evans said, uncrossing his arms. He strode over to her and Molly’s heart started to beat faster. Thump, thump, thump it went.

He reached the table and, without breaking eye contact, plucked the item from her hand, his fingers grazing hers in a slow, deliberate brush that made her breath hitch.

Oh my, Molly’s already flushed face became even redder than a tomato’s.

“You’re blushing, Miss Peterson.”

Molly pressed both palms to her face. “I…I’m sorry, Mr Evans. I didn’t mean to open you’re drawer. I…bumped into it by accident.”

Mr Evans’s brows furrowed and he shook his head, tsking. “You know I don’t like people sneaking around my personal items like that, Miss Peterson.”

Molly could feel a lump in her throat, she was close to crying now.

“Mr Peterson,” she began, her voice wavering a little. “Please don’t fire me. I’m really sorry, I swear I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything you say.”

Mr Evans arched an eyebrow and cocked his head, rubbing his hand to his perfectly shaven jaw.

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything,” Molly breathed. She needed the job. She couldn’t lose it, not when the hospital bill was due that weekend.

Mr Evans turned the bullet shaft in his hand, the gold glinting between his fingers as a dark gleam lit his eyes. His smile curled slow and dangerous as he looked at Molly, his gaze dragging over her body like a touch, deliberate and unapologetically thorough.

Heat licked up her spine. Molly knew the right thing would be to look away, to tell Mr Evans to stop gazing at her but instead, she stood still, breath shallow and skin prickling under the weight of his stare. It didn’t help that Mr Evans was so handsome. But what he said next shook her to the core.

“Good, then I will have to punish you.”