The CEO's Obsession Pt 2

Molly wondered if she had heard Mr Evans wrongly.

“Punish me?” she asked.

Mr Evans nodded and crossed the table, walking up to her, his six-foot-two body towering above Molly’s small frame.

He stared down at her, with their faces just scant inches apart and said one simple word. “Yes.”

Molly’s breath hitched. How was it that such a simple word could sound so sexy?

No, she quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts. He wanted to punish her! There was nothing sexy about that. What if he wanted to slash her salary in half? He was a powerful CEO and she was just a secretary shaking in her shoes. There was no way she could weasel her way out of this mess.

Still, Molly had to try. She forced herself to look up into Mr Evans’ eyes and for some reason, his blue eyes were now intensely dark.

“How do you want to punish me?” The words came out in a weak whisper and Molly quickly bit the bottom of her lip.

A frown skirted across Mr Evans’ handsome face and his brows furrowed. He cupped her chin, tilting her face even higher as his finger trailed slowly along the curve of her lips.

“First off, I’ll need to punish these juicy red lips.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips on hers. Molly’s eyes went wide as he dug his lips deeper into hers.

What the?!

Immediately, she pushed both palms against his massive chest in a desperate bid to force him off.

“Mr Evans! What are you doing?”

 "Punishing you," he said simply before grabbing her again by the waist.

This time, he hauled her onto his desk, full of files and went for her mouth again. He leaned into her, his body pressing against hers, feeling every tremble and twitch that she gave off as his tongue parted her lips and forced its way in, plundering her mouth.

Molly quaked like a leaf beneath him. This was wrong, she was his secretary! She was supposed to take notes in meetings and help him keep track of his schedules and flights!

She tried to break free and brought up her knees in an attempt to create some space between them.

“Mr Evans! You have a meeting at two o’clock!”

“We have time.” He grabbed her thighs with his free hand and jerked her legs apart. Her pencil skirt rode up to her thighs, revealing a simple, white cotton underwear.

“But…but…”

“You’re making me want to punish your lips even more, Miss Peterson.”

And with a growl, his mouth closed over hers again, pushing his tongue against hers. Molly’s breath left her lungs. And she found myself kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“You’re being a good secretary, Miss Peterson.”

Molly groaned as he dug deeper into the kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, moving in slow, sweet circles. With one hand steadying her back, the other slowly trailed down, and his mouth left hers to explore the base of her neck. He nuzzled at her throat, tasting both the cheap perfume she had sprayed on this morning and the sweat she had from cleaning his office.

Then slowly, he started to unbutton the top of her blouse.   

Molly immediately sensed what he was doing because she stiffened for a moment before gasping as he dipped his head to the neckline of her blouse where one button popped. He started licking the shallow indentation of her breasts.

Oh Lord, she had no idea punishments could feel so good.

Molly found herself arching her back and pushing her chest forward, inviting him in for more as he slowly eased himself between her legs, her own hands roaming the golden strands of his hair.

How could something so wrong feel so right?

She whimpered as he started working on the next button.

Mr Evans could see her bra now. It was sheer white and lacy, just the way he liked it. With one hand he yanked her blouse and bra down, exposing one of her breasts and Molly gasped.

Her nipples were erect, and he lunged forward and sucked on her proffered nipple. She yelped and dug her nails into his back, causing him to moan as well. He could feel her laboured breathing as he roamed her nipples.

“Mr Evans…please, we have to stop…”

Of course, he did not listen to her. Mr Evans listened to no one but himself.

He grabbed the other breast, which was still covered by her blouse and started groping it. She tried to speak up once more but he ignored her and kissed her lips again.

“Mr Evans…”

“You do not speak until I tell you to do so,” he hissed as he dragged his teeth between her nipples with wild abandon.

Then Mr Evans yanked down the other side of her bra. 

“Ohh….ahhh!”

Her legs parted even more, and she lifted her hips higher. She blushed, wishing she had worn something sexier. But Mr Evans didn’t seem to notice.

Slowly, with expert hands, Mr Evans slipped a hand under the hem of her skirt, his fingertips ghosting over soft skin.

Molly had to bite her lips not to scream. Briefly, her eyes closed and she let out a tiny breath, the beginning of a pant. Her hips jerk beneath him and then, he felt it. Moisture pooled between her thighs and began to seep through her underwear.

She was wet with desire.

His grip tightened under her skirt and slowly but surely, he slipped a finger through the cotton to slowly circle around her pussy.

“You’re drenched.”

Oh yes, she was.

“And now, I’m going to punish you down here,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. He picked up the bullet shaft and pressed the button. It started to vibrate.

Molly’s eyes flew open.

“NO! Mr Evans!”

Mr Evans looked at her, his eyes, dark and smouldering. He had never looked more handsome than he did right now but Molly found herself shaking her head. This was appalling. She had never had a man kiss her like that before, let alone use a vibrator.

“It’s your punishment, Miss Peterson.”

He patted her thigh and leaned back, watching her. The sudden emptiness in her mouth made her yearn for him.

Her body was screaming ‘YES!’ but her mind was saying ‘NO!”. She had to think clearly.

Mind over matter! Mind over matter!

He could see her mind ticking, weighing the pros and cons. He had dangled something far too precious for her to say no to. Her punishment or her job. Mr Evans had done a background check on her before hiring her and he knew she was short on cash, though he had no idea what for. He could tell she was desperate to keep her job though and that turned him on, a lot.

That and her luscious pink lips and very, very plump juicy breasts.

 “Miss Peterson….”

 She bit her lips and stayed quiet for a while.

 “Will it hurt?” she asked, looking at him, her brown eyes big and innocent.

 Mr Evans was taken aback. Could it be that she was a virgin?

“You’ve not tried these before have you?” he asked slowly.

Molly’s head hung low and she shook her head silently.

He had always found her attractive. From the moment she’d stumbled into his office with those wide eyes and pink, soft red lips, he’d found it impossible to look away. There was something about the way she moved, uncertain yet defiant, like a wild thing pretending to be tame. But today… today she was different.

Today, she was fucking sensual.

She was like a deer. Skittish, naïve and trembling with just the right amount of fear. That innocence? It made his blood burn. And when he’d discovered she was still a virgin?

Fuck.

That was the icing on the goddamn cake.

Untouched. Untaken. His.

The idea of being the first to claim her before anyone else sent a thrill spiraling through him. His cock stirred, hardened, straining against his pants as images flickered behind his eyes. Her on her knees, her beneath him, her lips swollen from his kiss, her thighs parted in submission. He could almost hear the sounds she’d make, the way she’d gasp his name when he…

No. Not yet.

Not until she learned.

She’d touched what was his. Without permission. Without understanding the consequences. That needed to be corrected. First came the punishment. The lesson. Then came the reward.

He stepped closer and stroked her face, “After this is over, you’ll be begging for more.”