Mr Stone My CEO

“I... I can't do that.” I stammered. What was he thinking? That was going too far, way too fast. And we were in his office! What if someone were to walk in?!

He arched his eyebrow. “I thought we agreed you wouldn't question my instructions.” The tone of his voice was hard and displeased.

I gulped as I tried to stop myself from shaking with fear, I hated that he had this effect on me. He was right though. I had promised not to question him. But I couldn't help wondering if I went a long with everything he said, his methods could damage my self-esteem even further, and it was already in the pits.

I looked at him defiantly, crossing my arms in front of me. “I know I did. But we're doing this so I know how to pleasure someone. How does this translate to that? It makes me wonder if you're just doing this because it's a fun game.” My tone at the end came out a little sulky, and I cursed myself silently.

He stepped towards me, fixing his ocean deep eyes into mine as he approached. I felt myself begin to tremble under his gaze. His body was now so close to mine I could feel the warmth radiating off him, his expensive cologne making my head swim with attraction. His tailored shirt was so fitting, I could trace the outline of his muscles with my eyes. I wondered what he would look like…no. I had to snap out of this. Why was it the bastards were always the gorgeous ones?