The drive home was peaceful. I gazed out the window, taking in the scenery of the ever-bustling city as we drove through the night. The buildings lining the road blurred past, a soft sigh leaving my lips as the evening breeze combed through my curls. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal light over the landscape. I tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear as I stole a glance at Caspian, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminated his face, highlighting his perfect features. His hair, a tousled mess of dark waves, framed his face perfectly, giving him a slightly unkempt but effortlessly handsome look. His eyes were a striking shade of blue, like the depths of the ocean on a clear day, and they seemed to sparkle with an inner light. His smile was warm and inviting, with a dimple appearing on his left cheek when he grinned. His features were strong yet gentle, creating a captivating combination that drew me in every time I looked at him. My heart skips a beat
It was a survey site, and the options laid out had me cursing at the universe at the cruel irony of it. The site laid out sexual-related questions, and the reward for each survey was to determine your sexual preferences, kinks, and so on. It was a painful reminder of my pathetic lapse in that aspect. As a child, I was never deemed beautiful. I was a chubby kid with flaming auburn hair of unruly curls and freckles scattered across my cheeks, but puberty kicked in late and bloomed when I had just graduated high school. My body had taken a shape I was finally proud of; a slender waist, full breasts, and even fuller hips, and although I caught the attention of many onlookers while going to college, I barely socialized with anyone. I had strictly focused on graduating at the top of my class, wanting nothing more than to pursue my dream job as a fashion designer. Now I work for the best fashion brand in the country, getting paid in six zeroes and in a luxury penthouse. Some would say I
The next morning I'm woken up by a wetness on my cheeks, cracking my eyes open to find Chelsea licking my face thoughtfully.“Good morning, Your Highness.” I greet her with a bright smile, my hands combing through the silky tendrils of her shiny fur. Chelsea meowed in contentment, jumping off the bed and strutting out of the door in a graceful sweep, seeing as she'd fulfilled her goal of disrupting my sleep. I giggled lightly as I watched her go, Chelsea always gave the impression of a guardian taking care of her underlings. I let out a soft yawn, imitating my cat as I stretched my limbs. There was nothing like a good night's rest, my senses felt refreshed and ready for the day ahead. “I have a good feeling about today,” I say to no one in particular as I slide out of my blanket and swing my legs off the bed with a delighted hum. My eyes roamed to my wall clock and I paled visibly, my smile going stiff as the peace I had felt earlier quickly dissipated into thin air. It was a few
I scurried out the door the moment I arrived at my department floor, sweat gathering at my temples as my breaths fell short.My hands trembled at my sides, my steps faltering as my heartbeat drummed in my ears. Oh no, this is the absolute worst time to have a panic attack. “Aurelia!” I raised my gaze to find Caspian's soft eyes looking down at me in concern. He held onto my shoulders firmly, and it was only then I realized that I had zoned out for a moment.I must have bumped into him unintentionally, but still, I was really glad to see him. Heaving out a sigh of relief, I lean on his broad shoulders. Caspian goes rigid against me, and my stomach churns painfully when he carefully pulls away, putting a foot's distance between us as he clears his throat. Hurt flashes in my eyes as he looks off to the side, his whole demeanor distant. Not him too? “Are you alright?” He asks in an unusually formal tone, but I don't question him. I straightened up, squaring my shoulders as my hands
The walk to my doom was very silent. I trailed behind the petite secretary who led me down the grand hall leading to his office, my gaze darting about the large space as my heart raced with fear. I had never been on the CEO's floor, because before today I had no reason to interact with him. And I desperately wished it was in different circumstances. I've heard rumors saying he was ruthless and unforgiving, and that the people that worked closely with him walked on eggshells every day. Just like I was doing right now. But it was too late to escape, I was already on the chopping board, and the knife was only minutes away from landing on my neck. We reach the double doors of the office, and the secretary presses the intercom button to inform him of my arrival. She gives me a curt nod before turning on her heels, leaving me to face my ill fate alone. I inhale sharply through my nostrils, bracing myself as I push the doors open. I enter the office with careful steps, feeling a wave of
“What exactly are you sorry for?” He began, and my throat worked as his designer shoes came into my line of sight. I couldn't dare raise my head to look at him, I might just break into tears, and irritate him more. But Oh his voice, His voice, when he finally spoke, was like a melody weaving through the air - smooth, velvety, and commanding attention without effort. Each word dripped with a rich timbre, resonating with a captivating depth that made my insides churn with an unfamiliar emotion. There was a hint of gravel in his tone, adding a rugged edge to its otherwise smooth texture, like sandpaper against silk. It carried a subtle undertone of authority, a reminder of the power and confidence that lay beneath his ice-cold exterior. “Are you sorry for disrespecting me? or turning me into a laughing stock?” he adds in a dangerously low tone, and I feel his heated gaze bore holes into the back of my skull. When I don't answer, he stomps his feet impatiently against the marble floor.
"Mmph!" Tears stung my eyes as his hard length slid down my throat in one powerful thrust. My hands pressed against his thighs, seeking relief from the pressure, but his grip on my hair tightened, keeping me in place. Pain shot through my scalp, yet instead of wincing, I moaned shamelessly, the sound slipping out before I could stop it.Damn, why did that feel so good?"You like that?" Amusement laced his tone, followed by a low groan rumbling in his chest.In response, I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his dick, catching him off guard. I refused to let him have all the control, and pride swelled in my chest as I felt him twitch in my mouth. It was as if I were possessed; my body moved on its own, succumbing to the intoxicating pleasure pulsing through my veins.He was so hard, big, and damn hot. I had to breathe through my nose to avoid suffocating, saliva dripping from my lips as his movements grew faster. He gave me no chance to catch my breath as he continued to thrust mercile
In the end, I received a two-week suspension for what happened. Regrettably, I wouldn't get to feature in the official launch of the new fashion line my team developed. As much as it pained me because my designs were the most formidable pieces in the project, I was glad I didn't lose my job. “Take my cock like the needy bitch you are.” I squeezed my eyes shut as a shiver ran up my spine, and I almost dropped Chelsea's can of food as the vivid image flashed through my mind. It had been two weeks, but it felt like it happened yesterday. Chelsea meowed, her tail brushing my feet to get my attention. I blinked back to reality and shook my head, almost as if to shake the memory off. But I couldn't forget it; I mean, how could I just brush it off? I had given my boss a freaking blowjob, ultimately crossing one of the activities on the list. Give a blowjob. Check. But I had never expected to complete it with Luke Graham. My cheeks heated up as I flopped against the couch and squeale