The CEO's Command

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"I don't care what you have to do, I want those folders on my desk in an hour!" A deep husky commanded angrily.

I let my eyes wander to the man standing in front of the window in the cafe.

He seemed so out of place in his Armani suit and tall figure.

I knew exactly who he was though.

He was Damien Moretti. Everyone knew who he was. You just couldn't not know him. From the moment he steps in a room all eyes follow him. His mere presence demanded attention and attention he got. Especially, from women.

I never had an actual conversation with him but he was in some of my father's meetings that I needed to attend. My eyes always followed him. I never got caught, at least I don't think so. I would watch Damien from the corner of my eye or sneak tiny glances at him.

If I had to choose coffee every morning or five small seconds of looking at Damien, I'd choose the second option.

He awoke something in me that made the blood in my veins rush in a frenzy and caused my heart to pump so loud I could hear it in my ears.

I sighed as I returned my gaze towards my laptop.

I currently had no idea what to write. I just sat in my seat looking at the blinking cursor that was waiting to type up letters making words that would never get known.

I bit my lip as I leaned back in my seat and reread the first and only sentence I had written over and over again.

I was suddenly, pulled out of my thoughts by a cladded Armani suit arm putting down a cup of steaming coffe in front of me.

My eyes traveled upwards. Up his arm which were ristricted by the suit and over his chest, I noticed he didn't have a tie on but that didn't matter. My eyes then went slowly over his face, his tongue reached out and licked his lips causing my  thighs to move a little. Soon, my eyes connected with sky blue ones.

"What's this for?" I asked Damien as I eyed the coffee.

He shrugged before taking a seat in front of me, "You looked like you were stressed."

I stayed silent as my thighs rubbed against each other. His voice did stuff to me I didn't even know how to explain.

He must have noticed my thighs moving because his eyes stayed put on my legs as I rubbed my thighs together trying to settle down the starnge feeling pooling in the bit of my stomach.

"Uncomfortable?" He asked. His voice had gone a octive lower and his eyes darkened a bit.

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I nodded, "A little." I muttered.

I looked at him under my lashes. He smirked, "I could help you with that."

I felt my breath hitch, "No no, I can take care of it myself."

"Are you sure? I sure as hell wouldn't mind." He stood up and pushed his chair in before walking towards me.

His eyes told me to not move and I didn't. I stayed put as I felt him move behind me.

I  felt his hands untie my bun letting my hair tumble down before he gripped it a little tightly and pulled it back.

We were seated at the very back of the cafe so nobody noticed us but that still didn't stop my heart from beating wildly. Maybe it was him though?

I felt his lips graze my neck softly causing me to bite my lip, not letting the moan slip.

I felt one of his large hands being placed on my right shoulder before his hand smoothly moved downwards. I felt his hand give my breast a small squeeze making me move in my seat before I settled down when he tugged hard on my hair.

"Stay still." He commanded. 

I gulped but did as I was told as his hand wandered down my waist and down to my thigh.

My felt my breaths get a bit ragged and I felt him smirk against the side of my neck as he kissed it and softly nipped at some spots.

His hand reached to my sex and I felt my mind explode.

I whimpered lightly as he cupped my sex and rubbed it with the pad of his thumb. He wasn't even directly touching it and it was frusterating. I almost wanted to beg him to take me on the table.

Almost, being the keyword.

"You sure you can take care of your pussy by yourself?" He muttered.

"U-um." I couldn't even form the right words.

"You told me you could. Did you lie to me?" He demanded.

I shook my head and whimpered out a soft 'no.'

"I think you did. Good girls shouldn't lie." He taunted me as his right hand slid up to my breast and squeezed it roughly.

"You know what happens when a good girl lies?"

I shook my head, but that didn't keep me from imagining such thoughts that would cause my grandmother a heart attack right then and there.

"I think you do." He whispered lowly.

He was right, I had an idea but I wasn't going to tell him.

"You're lying to me and that is such a shame." 

"Why?" That one syllable word was the only thing my mouth was able to say besides anything I would regret later.

"Because you get punished. But, since I can't do that yet I'll just give you a different kind of punishment."

I waited for him to tell me his punishment, but he took his time as he touched my body; igniting a fire where ever he touched.

"I won't touch or taste your pussy from your little lying stunt."

"Isn't that your loss?" I honestly couldn't help it, the words just slipped.

He growled but let go of my hair and body harshly. He fixed his cuffs on his suit and loomed over me.

"Next time I see you, you won't be so fucking lucky Ms. Royce."

And with those last promising words Damien Moretti walked out leaving my wet sex clenching in anticipation.