Short Stories | 18+

Stealing Her

“Anything to keep your job, Emily?”
    
Max Armstrong, CEO of the company I work for, throws my words back in my face with a tone dripping with hunger. He stands up from his desk and walks toward me, all six and a half feet of him looking even taller the closer he gets.
    
I bite my lip and take a lock of my dark hair in my hand to play with nervously. Why did I say that?
    
I was at least a head shorter than Max, with straight black hair that hung past my shoulders, pale skin, full lips, an upturned nose, and soft brown eyes that were sparkling with nervousness. I wore a blouse and pencil skirt that showed a little more of my long legs than I needed to. My perfume made me smell like lavender—work was stressful, so it was a scent I liked to keep around. My heels made me a lot taller than I was, but Max still dwarfed me.
    
He was an intimidating guy on a normal day.
    
But this isn’t a normal day.
    
I’m standing in his office because he caught me stealing company money.
    
It wasn’t much, considering how much the company rakes in. I should know, I’m one of the girl working the books. I thought a little change here and there wouldn’t go missing—I have bills that need paying, after all.
    
Too bad Max Armstrong is a very hands-on CEO. He personally noticed the discrepancies in the books and called me into his office.
    
And now, he’s ravishing me with his eyes.
    
“Anything at all?” he repeats, slowly pacing around me. I swallow.
    
“Yes, sir,” I say softly.
    
“I like the way you say that,” his deep, husky voice rumbles. “Did you know, before all this, your CV was on my desk for a promotion? You’ve caught my eye, Miss Andrews. I would have liked having you as my personal assistant.”
    
What?!
    
“I did a little investigating in your internet use while I was at it,” he says, and my face goes cherry-red. “Pornography at work, Emily? Really? I expect that from the men, but...”
    
“Please, Mr. Armstrong,” I gasp, turning around and putting my hands on his chest, and I almost jump back as I realize just how rock-hard those pecs are. My instinct is to run my hands further down, but I take them back as if burned by fire. “I-I mean...”
    
He smiles and touches my chin with his finger and thumb, lifting my gaze back up to him. “It’s okay, Emily,” he says in a deep, reassuring voice. “We all have desires like that. It’s what makes us human.”
    
He brings his other hand around to my ass and pinches it.
    
I yelp, and my eyes go wide. Is he really doing this?! What would HR think? But I know that wouldn’t matter. I’m a thief, and he’s going to punish me any way he wants.
    
And if I’m honest with myself... something inside me wants to be punished.
    
“I’ve seen your pay, Emily,” he growls as he pulls me closer to him, and my stomach bumps against his groin. I feel his rock-hard shaft under that tailored suit, and I realize he’s hard for me. I never thought someone like him would want me, but the way he’s looking at me is downright lustful. “You don’t need the money. You weren’t even stealing much. Why would a nice girl like you do something silly like this?”
    
“I...” I breathe, words lost.
    
I nearly jump out of my skin when a third voice speaks.
    
“Could it be that she just wanted to act out for attention?”
    
The voice comes from the CFO of the company, Taylor Barr. Where Max has short, black hair, Taylor has medium-length dark auburn hair that I’ve always wanted to run my hands through. I didn’t even notice him entering the room.
    
“Ah, Taylor, you’re here,” Max remarks without looking away from me or moving his hand from my ass. “Good.”
    
“What are you two doing?” I ask with short breaths.
    
“I found something very interesting in your porn history, Emily,” Max says, and when I realize what he’s talking about, I feel so petrified that I want to shrink away into nothing and be as far away as possible. “A menage fetish isn’t something I expected from you. But you have good taste, at least.”
    
“I’m sorry, Mr. Armstrong, I shouldn’t have-”
    
“Please,” he says, “call me Max. And Mr. Barr is Taylor. We should get a little comfortable with each other if you’d like to hear us out.”
    
My eyes go wide. They... they can’t possibly be suggesting what I think they are.
    
“Max and I were talking about some of our shared interests,” Taylor says as he approaches me from behind, and I feel his strong hands on my shoulders. He starts massaging my back and neck slowly. I’m so tense that it actually feels pretty incredible, but I’m too nervous to show it.
    
“We were going to hire a professional to cater to some of our unusual tastes,” Max says, nodding down at me. “But your situation gave us an idea.”
    
“One night,” Taylor says. Max takes his hand off my ass, and Taylor holds my hips to pull my ass into his crotch. When I feel his hardness too, I know exactly what these two huge men are getting at. “One night where anything goes. You, me, and Max. We all make our dreams come true, and we can forget this little incident.”
    
I don’t know what to say. My heart is pounding, and my pussy is getting warm at just the thought of that. But this is so... just so wrong that I don’t even know where to begin.
    
But if it’s so wrong, why am I excited?
    
I look both of them in the eye, biting my lip.
    
“Well, Emily?” Max asks, casually squeezing my breasts as if I’m just another piece of his property. “What’ll it be?”