Chapter 7
Could he be watching now? Despite the walls – the distance – separating us, there are instances when I feel his gaze so strongly it’s as if Mr. Beautiful is standing right in front of me.
But he’s not.
In fact, we haven’t even been within three feet of each other for over a month now, and when our glances meet it’s as if we’re both invisible.
My fingers pause over the keyboard at the painful thought, and I have to draw my breath so I can start typing again.
You asked for space, my inner badass retorts, so why aren’t you celebrating?
It’s too easy a question it’s making me feel depressed that I’m unable to answer it. Don’t you just hate it when you can’t answer your own questions? It had never been like this before. Having been a loner and an introvert my entire life, it used to be that I understood myself perfectly and it was the world I didn’t understand.
So why is it the opposite now?
Even knowing I’m giving myself away I can’t help it, my gaze darting towards where I know the hidden camera is.
Does he see me now, looking at the camera like I’m looking at him?
I force myself to look away and start typing again. If I really wanted to end things between us, I should’ve gotten rid of the cameras first thing. But I haven’t. So what does that say about me?
Sometime before lunch break I hear people talking about him leaving the office to meet with a beautiful French lady at reception. Of course they say this in whispers loud enough to reach my ears, and of course I feel their gazes turning my way as they wait for me to react.
After that day I had submitted a formal request to his office, requesting for a cancellation of my so-called promotion because I considered myself unfit for the job. He had H.R. email me, approving of my request, and returning to my cubicle was a horrific walk of shame.
Everyone believed that he – Mr. Beautiful – had gotten bored of me, and I’ve never bothered to say otherwise. What was the point? I don’t even feel like I have the right to call him Ethan now.
The space I’ve asked for seems impossible to get rid of now, and I’m in no position to complain. It’s what I asked for.
And it’s a good thing, I tell myself. Maybe I’m still adjusting, but eventually life should go back to normal and everything will be predictable and peaceful. After all, bad boys like Mr. Beautiful have never been my type so maybe being attracted to him was just a phase.
Right?
My mind wants to say yes, but my heart refuses, and feeling like I’m being split into two from the inside I leave my cubicle in a restless fit. I haven’t had lunch yet, but since I don’t have any appetite I simply head down to the vendo next to the elevator doors.
A granola and energy drink should be enough, I decide as I insert a bill into the slot.
Bending down to take my insta-lunch, I hear the elevator doors slide open and stiffen.
Surely I can’t be so unlucky that it would be---
Behind me, I hear a rush of greetings erupt.
Good afternoon, Mr. Alexander.
Shick. Frack. Drat.
I take my time to straighten up, but even so I still catch sight of them – Mr. Beautiful and the lovely Frenchwoman with her equally lovely swaying blond hair and svelte figure – heading to his office.
Her hips sway gently with her every step, and I can’t help gaping at the way she keeps brushing her side against his.
To his defense, he doesn't reciprocate the gesture in any way, but he doesn’t push her away either.
Someone taps my shoulder, one of the older PAs working for the outgoing vice president, and when I turn to her, she says sympathetically, “I feel you, girl. You’ve got the worst TOTGA to move on from.”
“TOTGA?” I echo cluelessly.
Oh. The woman’s words stick to my mind as I head down the hallway, and as I walk past his office my footsteps involuntarily slow down, and I can’t help wondering---
Did he know I had seen them?
Did he care?
Should I care that he did or didn’t care?
I’m so confused!
And yet by the time I make it back to my cubicle and collapse in my seat, confusion has given way for pain. I can’t stop seeing them together in my mind, and I can’t stop thinking how well they suit each other. Both of them are beautiful and accomplished, and it’s so obvious she wants him. Unlike me, she doesn’t give a damn about showing how much she wants him---
Oh!
I start in my seat as the realization hits me.
The Frenchwoman couldn’t be an idiot to have gotten where she was now. Even if she’s genuinely attracted to Mr. Beautiful, she must also have known people would see her as a gold-digger. She might be a hotshot executive in her company, but Mr. Beautiful was the CEO and one of the most powerful businessmen in the country, maybe even in the world.
And yet she’s still made her intentions clear.
Unlike me, I realize sickly.
I hadn’t asked for time because I didn’t know I wanted to be with him. I had asked for time because I wasn’t sure of my ability to keep him with me. I had asked for time because I wanted to save my pride, in case things fell apart.
And now that it had, I’m once again letting my pride stand in my way.
Am I really going to let him go just like that?
Won’t I even fight for him, for the chance to make things work between us?
But what if it’s too late, my inner badass asks slyly.
Ever the devil’s advocate, my subconscious, but I also know there’s only one perfect way to find out.
Turning towards the camera hidden behind the books, I wet my lips, knowing that if he were looking---
He would know what it means.
He should know.
My legs slowly part under the desk, and with one trembling hand I reach for myself under the skirt. My legs continue to part wider and wider. I want him to get a really nice view of what I’m about to do---
Pushing my panties to one side, I slowly slide one finger inside of me.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.
I’ve never done this before.
Never.
I slowly pull my finger out and thrust it back again.
Watch me, Ethan.
Want me.
Take me.
Heat envelops my body as I continue fucking myself with my finger, and I try to control my suddenly shallow breathing, not wanting anyone to hear me pant.
Oh God, Ethan.
I thrust my finger deeper into me.
It’s your cock I really want.
My pussy’s so slick with moisture now my finger slides in and out easily, and I find myself wanting – needing – more. Swallowing hard, I start to slide another finger inside of me---
“Hi, Evan.”
I freeze.
A male intern has suddenly shown up next to my cubicle. “C-Chris, right?” I remember him vaguely from our first day at work – a tall, attractive looking guy from Harvard who was assigned to…
Wait a minute.
This guy was assigned to R&D so what was he doing here?
He gives me an uncertain smile, and I barely manage to smile back, too conscious of the fact that I still have two fingers stuck inside of me.
“I lost this dare,” he begins. “And so I have to ask out the girl I like.”
“Oh.” I nod understandingly. He seems as shy as I am, so I get why the whole thing is awkward for him.
Chris smiles at me questioningly.
And then it hits me.
Oh!
Am I the girl he likes?
Me, the one who’s currently trying to seduce our CEO by masturbating in front of a camera?
My cheeks turn red at the thought, and a concerned look falls on Chris’ face. “Are you okay?”
With my blood still tingling and my wet pussy still squeezing hard around my fingers, I can only stare at him with parted lips. I don’t think I can risk saying a word, fearing that my voice would come out a croak and give myself away.
Misinterpreting the look of panic on my face, he asks sheepishly, “Did I shock you that much?”
I know I should say something to distract him, but all I can think of are the two fingers I still have inside of my pussy.
Chris suddenly takes a step closer.
Oh God!
“Evan---” Gasps from all over the office interrupts Chris, causing a look of startled confusion falls over his face.
Relieved for the unexpected distraction, I turn towards where the sounds have come from, figuring that I’d see some kind of mishap but instead my gaze collides with a pair of green eyes that glittered with jealous, possessive rage.
Mr. Beautiful!
The CEO comes bearing down us with a hardened expression on his handsome face, and my heart bangs against my chest.
Chris jumps out of his way, and just in time, too, as Mr. Beautiful seems fit to flatten anyone stupid enough to block his path. When he reaches me, he doesn’t even say a word and he doesn’t let me speak either. He simply bends down and takes my mouth with his in a hard, deep kiss.
Ooooooh.
My toes curl at the first taste of his kiss, but before I can kiss him back, he lifts his head, muttering against my lips, “You’re in so much goddamn trouble, baby.”
Oh.
I blink hard as my eyes start to sting, and I mumble, “I thought I’d never hear you say that again.”
“Idiot.” But his voice is gruffly tender, and when his arms wrap around me as he speaks, my eyes close at the familiar heat of his embrace.
“I miss you,” I blurt out against the crook of his neck.
“I miss you, too.” His mouth moves to my ear. “And I’m going to fuck you----”
Oooooh!
“So why don’t we take these out…” And that’s when I feel one of his hands moving down my body. With his large powerful frame hiding me from view, no one sees the way his hand goes inside my skirt to pull my fingers out of my pussy---
My body shudders and sags against him even as a feeling of emptiness swamps my aching core.
“Don’t worry,” Mr. Beautiful whispers into my ear. “My cock will fill you up in no time.”
A whimper escapes me, but my embarrassment is greatly compounded as he suddenly sweeps me out of my seat.
Oh!
My arms automatically go around my neck and as I can only throw a look of mute apology at Chris as the CEO strides past him in a determinedly swift pace. We’re in the elevator in no time, and the doors barely close on us when he starts kissing me again.
Oh God!
I can only kiss him back, having missed the taste of his mouth so, so much. Thinking we’d have at least a minute more to make out in the elevator I’m surprised when he tears his mouth away just several seconds after.
“We’re here,” he says hoarsely.
Bewildered, I realize he’s taken us to the floor directly below penthouse. When we start walking down a hallway with unpainted walls and bare floors, I stammer, “W-What are we doing here?”
“It’s where I’ll fuck you.” And right after he speaks, Mr. Beautiful opens the last door to his right.
Lights come into life as soon as he steps inside, and I gape at my surroundings. It’s a whole new world, completely different from the unfinished hallway. Everything here is wonderfully luxurious and breathtakingly elegant, like a private hideaway fit for royalty.
When I tell him this, Mr. Beautiful smiles wryly. “I don’t know about the royalty part, but the rest is correct. No one knows about this place except for my chief of security.” He pauses. “I haven’t brought anyone to this place either except for you.”
His revelation stuns and humbles me, and I find myself blinking furiously again. He really is the exact opposite of me, with the way he doesn’t hesitate to show me how special I am.
“You’re too nice to me,” I say unevenly.
“Because you mean the world to me,” Mr. Beautiful murmurs as he lowers me to my feet.
Before I can answer him, he suddenly spins me around, and I gasp. “What---” But then I feel his hands going around me from behind, working on my buttons, and I end up gasping again.
My blouse falls to the carpeted floor in moments, and I can’t help whimpering as my bra follows soon after.
His mouth touches my nape, and I close my eyes at the exquisitely soft sensation. His lips trail down my spine ever so slowly while his hands follow my curves. With him remaining out of sight, my body trembling under invisible caresses, it’s like being seduced by the devil---
Another shudder racks my body as I feel his hands start pulling my skirt down my legs. I step out of them when the fabric pools around my ankles, and I bite my lip hard at the realization that I’m down to my panties.
“You look amazing, baby.” His hands caress the shape of my ass from behind, and as I swallow back a moan---
SLAP!
The unexpected sting on my butt has me gasping, but it’s excitement not fear or pain that I feel coursing through my body as I wait for what he’d do---
SLAP!
This time, I can’t help moaning out loud.
“Louder, baby,” he says hoarsely just before spanking me again.
SLAP!
And I do as he says, moaning out loud---
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
My butt is shaking so hard now, but oh, I’ve never felt so alive, and I moan anew when I feel him rip my panties away from my body.
“How wet are you?” he asks hoarsely.
“Too much,” I choke out, “that I don’t think you can hurt me.”
Mr. Beautiful groans.
A moment later and he’s swept me up his arms, and we’re striding to another room. I barely have a second to study my new surroundings – a majestic-looking bed, ebony walls, and another large wooden door.
He settles himself on a large reclining seat, with me on my lap, and that’s when I see we’re facing a gilded full-length mirror spanning the entire wall---
Oh my God! My hands immediately fly to cover my naked breasts. “W-what is this place?” I ask weakly.
“Our pleasure room,” he purrs.
What does that even mean? I want to ask him, but I can’t, my breath suddenly hitching as I feel his hands go around my body once more. One hand starts playing with my nipple while another moves down to my moist pussy, lining the folds until they become creamy with pent-up desire.
“Can you unzip me?”
The question makes my entire body flame up, but I don’t even think of refusing. We both know I also want what he’s asking me to do.
It takes a while to wrestle with the zip of his pants, with my concentration severely tested by the way he’s pinching my nipple with one hand while his other hand keeps stroking the folds of my pussy.
Almost a full minute passes before I finally free his erection, and I can’t help whimpering as his giant cock springs between my legs---
“It’s a bit of a tight squeeze, don’t you think?”
“Umm---” Before I can finish speaking, Mr. Beautiful’s hands grasp my legs and rearrange them.
Oh God!
The new position has my legs over each armrest, leaving me completely exposed to the mirror in front of us.
“Beautiful.”
Our eyes meet through our shared reflection, and I can’t help moaning at the deliciously lewd picture we make, with Mr. Beautiful still fully dressed while I’m like some sacrificial virgin begging to be taken on his lap.
“Are you mine, Evan?”
His fingers wrap around my neck, caressing my throat, and I can’t help arching against him, whispering, “Y-yes.”
“And me?” His other hand drifts back down to my pussy, thumb pressing down on my throbbing clit, and I gasp.
“Am I yours?”
Passion blindsides me at his unexpected caress, and all I can do is choke out, “Yes.” The heat of his touch melts the rest of my fears and doubts away, and all that’s left is the truth of what I feel for him.
Our eyes meet once more, and I sob, “You’re mine.”
His nostrils flare, and a second later his finger flicks against my clit hard---
Oh God.
“Mine,” I moan again, and his thumb begins rubbing against my clit.
“Say it again,” he growls just before pinching my clit.
I let out a scream.
“Mine!”
And this time my whole body is screaming with it.
“You’re mine, Ethan.” A ragged sob escapes me as I hear his name once again falling past my lips. Oh God. Ethan. I can finally call him by his name again---
“Ethan.”
Two fingers plunge inside of me.
And this time I can’t stop sobbing his name over and over, the sounds matching the furious rhythm of his fingers shoving in and out of pussy.
“Ethan, Ethan, Ethan---”
His other hand also fills my mouth with two fingers, silencing me, but I retaliate by sucking on his fingers hard, and he jerks under me with a groan. “Evan, baby.”
Ethan’s fingers in my pussy push so damn deep I can’t help moaning and shuddering, all the while unable to take my gaze away from our reflection on the mirror---
Our eyes meet, and he rasps out, “Keep watching.”
It’s the only warning he gives me before his thumb moves back to my clit and starts rubbing it again while his other fingers continue plunging in and out of my pussy. I suck on his fingers hard as pleasure starts to spiral out of me.
Oh God.
My body starts to tighten, and I writhe more uncontrollably on Ethan’s lap.
Only a matter of moments…just a few more…oh God….
Pleasure explodes inside of me, and my entire body trembles anew as I start to come.
Ethan pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I can’t help gasping, “Ethan!”
The orgasm is unlike any other he’s helped me experience.
I honestly don’t think it can get any better.
But Ethan proves me wrong when I feel his cock starting to move under me.
My eyes widen, and I start to twist my head to look at him. “E-Ethan?”
Before I can completely look at him, his wonderfully rigid cock starts to prod at my entrance and I stiffen on his lap. “E-Ethan?”
“Relax.” His hands clasp my waist as his giant cock starts to slip inside of me.
Oh God.
With orgasm still streaming past my pulsing, sensitive pussy, the softest feel of his cock brushing against my inner walls is enough to have me shudder.
“Ethaaaaan---”
And then his cock is all the way in, and my head falls back against his shoulder.
He starts pumping into me, slowly and gently at first, but when he feels my pussy start to tighten, the pace changes, and I can only whimper as his movements become just a little faster, just a little harder, and oh, just a little rougher, too.
It’s exactly how I want to be fucked.
“Do I go harder, baby?” Ethan asks hoarsely from behind.
“Yes!”
The word is barely out when Ethan pounds into me, as hard as he’s promised, and I scream.
And it doesn’t stop there.
As he rams his cock into me again and again, his hands creep up to squeeze my breasts and tweak my nipples.
The pleasure starts to build once again, and oh God, it feels too soon too much, and it’s driving me crazy.
“Ethaaaaaaan---”
But the tortuous pleasure doesn’t show any signs of abating. My breasts begin to swell and feel heavy while my pussy begins to throb.
Oh God. It really is happening again. I’m about to come another time.
“Ethan, please.” The movements of my body are wildly erratic, completely under the control of my sexual impulse.
And right now, all it says is fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
It wants to keep fucking until I pass out.
“Then let go, baby,” Ethan grates out.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck----
His cock thrusts hard inside of me and I scream, coming for the second time.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
His thrusts don’t stop, and the sounds of our pumping hips continue to fill the room.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
My head starts to spin as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
And I have my wish.
When I wake up, I’m in bed with Ethan and he’s lying on his side, his quiet green eyes intently focused on my face.
“Hello.” His voice is gentle, tender.
“Hello.” Mine comes out a choked, embarrassed whisper. Everything’s come back to me unfortunately, and the realization that I’ve literally passed out from fucking has my entire body turning rosy.
Ethan smiles. “You blush so easily, babe.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek, and Ethan chuckles when my face heats up anew at his touch.
“It’s not funny,” I mumble in protest.
“It isn’t,” he surprises me by agreeing. He places a kiss on my nose, murmuring, “I think it’s adorable, actually.”
Oh!
But then I feel my face turning red again, and I realize I’ve been set up.
“Jerk!” But I can’t help laughing, too. Oh God, he’s manipulative as ever---
The thought comes out of nowhere, and my smile starts to fade. Although I don’t fault Ethan for being so it also reminds me that there are things we have yet to talk about.
Ethan’s smile disappears. “What is it?”
“I feel like there are things we have to talk about,” I say hesitantly.
His expression softens. “And we will,” Ethan promises, “but only after you rest.”
“Rest?” It’s barely three in the afternoon, and I have to rest?
“You need to,” he says easily, “because I don’t intend to let you sleep tonight.”
Oh.
“If you think I fucked you hard earlier, that was already me being gentle.”
OH.
I shake my head dazedly, wondering if he’s pulling my leg. But then he looks so serious that I can’t help blurting out, “Are you for real?”
Ethan only gives me a silky smile that can mean nothing and everything. It’s entirely frustrating, but it’s also infinitely sexy for some reason, and my heart skips a beat.
“Rest now.” His voice is gently commanding as he turns me on my side and pulls me close, my back against his chest.
It feels good being close to him like this.
Too, too good that I can’t help feeling just a little bit afraid---
“Ethan.”
“Mm?”
“Is it silly,” I whisper, “that I feel scared right now?”
“Nothing’s going to happen. Things will only get better---” His lips press against my hair. “Because I’ll never stop watching you.”
The End