The CEO’s Secret Toy: 1

Penthouse After Hours💦💧🫦

“Get up here. Now.”

I hung up before he could answer. The elevator doors closed. My reflection stared back at me in the mirrored walls, black silk blouse still buttoned to the throat, pencil skirt, hair twisted into a perfect knot. Ice Queen of the 40th floor. That was the name they used behind my back.

The private elevator opened straight into my penthouse. I kicked off my heels the second the doors shut. The city glittered below through floor-to-ceiling glass. I poured two fingers of whiskey and waited.

The intercom buzzed six minutes later.

“Mrs. Langford? It’s Dominic. You called for a car?”

I pressed the button. “Come up. Code’s the same.”

Footsteps in the hall. The door opened. Dominic stepped inside, still in the black driver’s uniform, keys dangling from one finger. Twenty-four. Tall. Dark hair that never stayed neat. A thin scar through one eyebrow from some street fight he never talked about. He looked at me the way he always did, like he already knew what I was going to ask for.

“You’re early,” I said.

“You sounded urgent.” He shut the door. Locked it. “Board meeting run long?”

“Three hours of men talking in circles.” I set the glass down. “I need something else.”

Dominic’s mouth curved. He walked toward me, unbuttoning the uniform jacket as he came. “Cash or the usual payment?”

“You know the answer.”

He dropped the jacket on a chair. The white shirt underneath stretched across his chest. “Then take the skirt off.”

I didn’t move. He stepped into my space, hands settling on my hips. “I said take it off, Mrs. Langford.”

The way he said my married name made heat slide low in my stomach. I reached back and unzipped. The skirt slid down my legs. I stepped out of it.

Dominic’s eyes dropped to the black lace thong. “Still pretending you’re in charge up here?”

“I am in charge.”

He laughed once, low. Then he spun me around and bent me over the back of the couch. One hand pressed between my shoulder blades. The other yanked the thong aside.

“You’re already wet.” Two fingers slid through my folds, then pushed inside. “Ice Queen’s dripping for the driver’s son again.”

I gripped the leather. “Don’t talk.”

“I’ll talk as much as I want.” He pumped his fingers slow and deep. “You call me up here every time those boardroom assholes make you feel small. Then you bend over and let me remind you what real power feels like.”

A moan slipped out before I could stop it. He added a third finger. The stretch burned just right.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Fuck me.”

“Properly.”

“Fuck me, Dominic. Please.”

He pulled his fingers out, unbuckled his belt with one hand, and shoved his pants down. The head of his cock rubbed against me, thick and hot. He pushed in halfway, then stopped.

“Beg louder.”

“Please…” My voice broke. “I need your cock. I need you to fill me up.”

He slammed the rest of the way in. I cried out. He didn’t give me time to adjust. Hard, deep strokes that made the couch creak. One hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back.

“This is what you needed after that meeting?” he growled. “Getting railed by the help?”

“Yes…”

“Louder.”

“Yes! God, yes…”

He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles. The dual sensation ripped the first orgasm out of me fast and sharp. I clenched around him, shaking.

Dominic didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun me to face him, and lifted me onto the back of the couch so my legs wrapped around his waist. He thrust back in, deeper this way. My arms locked around his neck.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he said.

I did. His dark eyes stayed locked on mine with every stroke. The city lights blurred behind him.

“You’re gonna come again,” he told me. “Then I’m gonna fill this expensive pussy and watch it drip down your thighs while you sign my bonus check.”

The filthy words pushed me over a second time. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me hard. He followed right after, burying himself deep and pulsing inside me.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine.

“Better?” he asked, almost soft.

“Yes.”

He eased out. Cum immediately started sliding down my inner thigh. Dominic watched it with open satisfaction.

“Leave it,” he said when I reached for a tissue. “I want you walking around your perfect penthouse marked.”

I should have told him to leave. Instead I poured another whiskey and handed it to him. He took it, still half-dressed, and sat on the couch like he belonged there.

My phone buzzed on the glass side table.

I picked it up. Unknown number.

Unknown: Nice view from the balcony across the street. The way you begged was perfect. Keep the curtains open next time. Or the board gets the video of their CEO getting fucked by the help.

Attached was a clear photo of me, bent over the couch with Dominic behind me. Face visible. Time-stamped twelve minutes ago.

My hand went cold.

Dominic saw my face. “What is it?”

I turned the screen toward him.

His expression went still. Then dangerous.

“Someone’s watching the penthouse,” he said.

Another message came in before either of us could speak.

Unknown: Monday. 11 p.m. Same place. Leave the balcony door unlocked. I want a closer look. Or every shareholder sees what their Ice Queen does after hours.

Dominic set the whiskey down carefully.

“We’re not waiting until Monday,” he said. “We’re finding this bastard tonight.”

I looked at the open curtains, the glittering city, the dark balcony across the street where someone had just watched me fall apart.

And for the first time in years, the Ice Queen felt real fear.