My CEO's Forbidden Offer 

Nora lifted her head from the glowing computer screen in front of her, stretching her arms with a yawn.  The executive floor had gone quiet hours ago, most of the overhead lights were already off, leaving only the soft spill of light from Adrian Hill's office doorway.  She saved the file, stood up, smoothed her skirt before walking toward the slightly opened door, her heels clicking too loudly in the empty corridor.

Adrian Hill didn't bother looking up when she stepped inside, he sat behind his wide desk with his sleeves rolled neatly to the elbows, eyes fixed on a tablet in his hand. The door swung shut behind her, and a second later the lock turned with a soft, final click.

Nora's pulse jumped hard into her stomach.

Adrian set the tablet down, finally raising his eyes to look at her. His expression remained calm, almost cold, but the focus in his gaze was sharp enough to pin her in place. 

“You’ve been staying later than usual,” he said.

“There was a lot that needed finishing.” Nora stuttered.

“I noticed.” He walked around the desk at an unhurried pace. “I also noticed the way you usually look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

Her cheeks flushed red, heat climbed the back of her neck, but she still tried to keep her face carefully blank.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Mr. Hill.”

“Ofcourse, you do.” He stopped a few steps away from her. “You’ve wanted my attention for the longest, and tonight I’m offering it to you. Properly.”

Nora froze, her mouth instantly went dry.

Adrian leaned back against the edge of his desk, folding his arms across his chest.

“There are two paths available to you in this my company. The normal one, where you keep working hard and hoping the board eventually notices your effort. Or a private arrangement with me.”

She listened, her heart beating fast.

“You will come to my office whenever I call, no questioning, no refusal. You will wear exactly what I tell you to wear. You will address me properly at all times. You will not speak about any of this to a single person. And once this door is locked, you will do everything I say without argument.”

The words hung heavily between them.

“In return,” he continued, voice still even, “I 

Will give you an incredible shift in your career and you'll be promoted faster than any staff in the company.You will have my full private attention.”

Nora’s heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. Ambition and something far darker twisted together in her chest. She had spent months watching him from her desk, wanting him in every sinful way she refused to admit out loud, always trying to convince herself she was just here to work and achieve her ambition, not to desire her cold hearted CEO.

Accepting meant crossing a line, and there's no turning if she did. And refusing meant remaining painfully invisible in the company, which she really dreads because everyone knows Mr. Adrian Hill doesn't bluff especially if he threatens to do something or deal with a person.

Nora swallowed once, tore in between the lion and the deep blue sea.

"I accept." She finally muttered, but audible for Adrian to hear.

Something dark and satisfying flickered through Adrian’s eyes. He pushed himself up from the desk, walking toward her. When he stopped, he stood close enough that she could smell the clean scent of his cologne and also felt the heat coming off his body.

He lifted two fingers placing them under her chin, tilting her face up until she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Good girl.”

The words sent shivers straight down her spine, settling low in her belly. Her thighs pressed together without her permission.

“Rule number one starts now,” he said, releasing her chin,  taking a single step back.

“Take off your blazer.”

Nora’s fingers trembled slightly as she slipped the blazer from her shoulders and laid it carefully over the nearby chair. The cool air of the office touched the bare skin of her arms.

“Turn around.”

She turned slowly until her back faced him, she could feel the weight of his eyes moving over her.

“Stay still.”

He came closer, at first he didn't touch her. He only stood behind her, close enough that his breath brushed the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. The silence stretched until every inch of her skin felt too tight.

Then his hand settled possessively on her waist, as if it already belonged to him 

“You’ve been wet for me for a long time, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice low near her ear.

Nora’s breath caught, she didn't answer.

“I asked you a question.” He almost yelled.

 

“Yes...yes,” she stammered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr. Hill.”

“Better.”

His hand slid a fraction higher, still over the fabric of her blouse, his thumb brushing the edge of her ribs. He wasn't rushing, it was almost as if he was testing how calm she would remain under his touch.

He squeezed her full round breasts through the lace bra she wore. Nora gasped before she could stop herself. Adrian proceeded to unbutton her shirt, sliding his fingers into her bra, he continued squeezing her breasts, while pinching her already hard nipples at intervals, Nora couldn't help but bit her lower lip to strife a moan threatening to escape her mouth. 

“You will not touch yourself tonight,” he  whispered against her ear. “Not even for once. If I find out you did, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Hill.”

“Good.”

He stepped away, the sudden removal of his hand left her skin burning where he had touched her.

"Make sure to be early to work tomorrow, you should also prepare yourself to prove that you're really worth my time, wear a skirt I can shift easily.  No thong. No underwear".

Nora’s face flushed, she kept her eyes fixed forward.

“You may turn around.”

She turned. His expression remained controlled, but his eyes had gone noticeably darker.

“You are dismissed.” 

She picked up her blazer with her hands visibly trembling. When she reached the door, his voice stopped her again.

“Nora.”

She paused, her fingers resting on the handle.

“From this moment on, you must obey every rule I just laid out, and also know you belong to me until I decide otherwise. Do you understand?”

"Yes, Mr. Hill," her voice came out softer than she intended.

“Good. You can now leave.”

She stepped into the quiet hallway, the lock clicked shut behind her with a sound that felt final.

Nora leaned against the cold wall pressing her hand on her chest, while breathing hard like she had just escaped from being eaten by a wild animal. Her legs felt weak. Between her thighs she was already soaked, the thin fabric of her underwear clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Every place he had almost touched still tingled with leftover heat.

She swallowed hard, closing her eyes.

Tomorrow is going to really be a rough one she taught. She was already forbidden from touching herself. And now she's left with the punishment of spending the entire night aching for the moment that door would be locked behind her again.