by: luciddreamrs (ao3)
He's the CEO of the company you intern at; when you first got there, he seemed as if he was light years ahead of you with kind eyes and amazing leadership skills. That was four months ago, now you can't stand the sight of him, his arrogant attitude and brash demeanor have you on edge at all times, even more so now that he's taken a liking to you as your friends put it however you're pretty sure he just likes to bully you. It was a Friday and you finish your work early planning to get some much-needed rest, the stress of deadlines giving you a head ache.
You grab your coat making your way to the elevator when an all too familiar voice stops you, "I need you to stay late and help me with some papers."
You turn your icy gaze at your boss, "maybe you should spend your time more wisely" your voice dripping with venom. A chuckle falls from his plush lips as he drags you to his office by the strap on your bag slamming the door.
Five and a half hours later the sun had set and the building was empty. You had just finished the stack of papers in front of you, he tried to make idle conversation but you shot him down with quick and short answers not happy with his lack of efforts. You lean back in the chair rubbing at your shoulders the tension seeping into your muscles as you let out an exaggerated sigh. "Why do you hate me?" His question caught you off guard and you had to think.
"Well for starters I have no fucking clue how you got your position with a work ethic like this," you gesture to all the papers scattered about, "honestly I heard amazing things about you and now I'm just sorely dissatisfied with this. I haven't had a break in weeks, which would be fine if it wasn't due to me doing the bosses work because for some odd reason he can't pull his shit together." He was quiet, much to quiet you look over at him and freeze. He was leaning on his desk hands knit together covering his mouth, his gaze no longer resembled what you had become accustomed to. A cold sweat broke out on your body, but something churned inside of you at the sight.
Then he spoke, his words deliberate, "I don't think you have a right to speak to me in such a casual manner," you blink stunned at how low his voice rang, "now do you understand how many people would kill to be able to help me after hours like this, they kiss the ground I walk on."
You felt the monetary fear being replaced with anger as his words sank in. "Well then why don't you have one of them help you? Because I sure as fuck will never kiss the ground you walk on, I spit on your pride." You stood jaw clenched waiting for his next words.
"That's why I chose you, you don't care about titles you do as you feel, but I've grown weary of this constant bickering. I think you should learn what it's like to be underneath my foot."
You laughed as you walked over to him grabbing his tie, "I'd like to see you try fucker."
He grabbed your waist bringing you down on his lap licking at your lower lip before biting. You held onto your resolve as you laced your fingers through his hair bringing his head back nipping at his neck tugging his tie loose along with the first few buttons on his clean pressed shirt. His hands roamed over your skirt in search of the zipper as your teeth sank into the skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder earning a deep growl that you could feel as your tongue licked over the bruising flesh.
His hand finds the zipper and tugs at it, you push him back standing so you can shimmy out of the tight piece of clothing before undoing the buttons of your blouse. His smooth over your thighs before tucking his fingers into the hem of your pantyhose violently tugging them off, your shirt went with them as you slid back into his lap, still not letting his lips meet yours. The action was much too intimate for this moment.
You tug at his shirt untucking it before expertly undoing the buttons. His mouth left wet open kisses along your jaw, to your neck and shoulder, biting and nipping at the flesh marking his territory. Quiet whines and gasps left your lips at the onslaught. Your hands smooth over the solid planes lf his chest, not being the least bit shy as you lick your lips at the sight, you could feel yourself being swept away.
