"Look at me."

    His gruff voice pulled me from my pleasant daydream and thrusted me back into reality. Obeying the command, my muscles moved of their own accord, twisting in the wooden chair to face him. Just as expected, his expression was intense. He smirked, lips curling at the edges.

    "Glad to see you can hear me now. The meeting's over— I'm afraid you were zoned out the entire time." he teased with a light chuckle, and I could feel my cheeks begin to burn.

    "I'm sorry, sir, I—I was a bit distracted." I apologized sheepishly, stumbling over my words.

    God forbid he ever found out about the images clouding my mind. It was like a pornographic movie playing on repeat. Just knowing would surely boost his already much too high ego.

    "What's got you so distracted lately?" he questioned curiously, and when I didn't respond quick enough he tilted his head to the side and narrowed his gaze.

"Well, um, it's...."

    I couldn't find the proper words needed to express what I was feeling, and if I didn't know any better I'd say he was enjoying my obvious discomfort.

    Leaning down, the tip of his nose bumped mine as he captured my gaze.

"Sweetheart... is it me? Am I making it hard to concentrate?"

    The words melted off his lips with a soft purr, and I pressed my thighs firmly together as a small whimper erupted from my throat. My heart was pounding but I kept silent, refusing to give in so easily.

    A gloved finger brushed over my cheek and down to my jaw where he swiftly grabbed hold of my chin and brought me forward to meet his lips.

My first reaction was to push him away and run off with a cloud of embarrassment hanging over my head, but once it clicked that he kissed me and not the other way around I quickly relaxed and allowed the spontaneous moment to continue.

    He soon pulled his lips from mine with a playful grin, bringing his to my ear before whispering words that sent chills of pleasure through my spine and down to my core.

"Do you think about how my cock would feel inside you? Please tell me...I promise you'll get a treat." he cooed, and upon hearing the word 'treat' I immediately gave into the temptation. He was the devil, and I was ready to give him my soul.

"Y—yes."

He chuckled, running his hands along my thighs and giving them a quick squeeze before he spoke once more.

"And yet you've never mentioned it."

Shaking my head I cleared the lump in my throat. "N—no I haven't. I am not one of your wives and I only work for you. It wouldn't have been appropriate."

Cradling my cheek in the palm of his hand, he pondered over my reply as he looked me over with an expression that had me trembling.

"That is true. However, you've peaked my interest enough that I think I'm willing to let that slide for now." he stated as he pulled me up into a standing position.

"Strip." he commanded softly.

Swallowing my nerves I made haste to obey his orders, and soon I stood before him fully exposed.

His eyes traveled over my legs, stopping when they came to what I desperately wanted him to touch.

"My wives never leave anything. It hasn't donned on me until now just how much I loved this look." he commented thoughtfully, brushing his fingers over the mound of light pubic hair before his fingertips came into contact with my clit.

I couldn't help but moan, eyes fluttering closed as he massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves. Biting my lip I could feel my arousal growing ever more present.

    "So wet, and it's all for me." he cooed, pushing his middle finger passed my folds and effortlessly slipping it inside me.

    Jerking my hips I bit back the loud cry, the sound leaving my lips as a soft whimper. I was already close to cumming, his words and lewd actions creating a knot in my stomach which yearned to burst.

    Pulling his hand free he stepped back and sucked the finger into his mouth with a low groan.

    "Bend over the table."

    I did as told, raising my hips so he'd have a clear view of what he was about to claim. He stepped forward, giving my ass a firm smack before squeezing and rolling it in his hands like fresh dough.

    "I have to say...you've got one smokin' body sweetheart." he stated as one hand slowly moved up the curve of my back. "It'll be a goddamn pleasure to fuck the shit out of you."

    He pressed soft kisses along my back, his warm breath dusting over the skin as he worked to quickly undo his belt. The sound of his jeans hitting the hard floor had me shaking anxiously. Oh how I was eager to have him fill me, make me scream and cry out in pleasure.

    He playfully pressed the head of his cock against my entrance, rubbing it over my wet folds long enough for me to whimper before pushing in. He filled me slowly, inch by inch, not pausing until the entirety of his length was deep within me as a loud groan slipped passed his beautiful lips.

My nails scraped across the wooden table as the pleasure overwhelmed my senses. He was much bigger than I'd shamefully pictured in my head. Perhaps I thought this way so that, if it ever did actually happen, I wouldn't feel disappointed.

He pulled out just as slow as he entered before swiftly entering me once more, a bit harder this time as my body wrapped around him happily. I moaned his name, listening to his soft groans as he leaned over my small frame to kiss my shoulder.

His movements quickened in speed, and soon the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of our hips slapping together and mixed moans of pleasure. His fingers weaved through my hair, and as he grabbed a decent handful he roughly tugged my head back so he could have access to my neck.

"Such a good fucking girl...taking my cock like a good little slut." he purred into my ear with a soft grunt, slamming his hips against mine. "Scream for me babydoll, fucking scream my name until your hoarse."

I cried out his name, no longer caring if anyone were to hear us. If they did, then they would know who I belonged to, and that very thought turned me on even more.

My walls clamped up around him and I squealed, coming undone upon his cock as he continued fucking me, his thrusts more erratic.

He cursed loudly before pulling out, and his cum spurted over my back, the warm sticky substance signaling I had pleased him just as much as he did me.

As he moved to clean up I turned to look back at him over my shoulder, and when he caught my gaze he smirked.

"I'm looking forward to the next time I catch you daydreaming." he informed as he zipped up his jeans, and with a shaky breath I replied.

"Me too."