Tom dropped you off back at your flat with a small kiss to your forehead as your eyes threatened to close and leave you sleeping in Tom's arms. He was a complete gentleman, seeing that you were tucked in your bed like a little angel before heading out just like he promised. No one said leaving would be easy, but he still did it. Even with a small sigh of reluctance.
It completely escaped your mind that you would be going to work for Michael and his company Aeron. Not to mention that you had no idea when you needed to be there. Usually, you'd have set multiple alarms and double checked with Michael to make sure you had the right time to show up, but Tom left you completely exhausted.
So when you woke up in the morning with a small sniff at the odd smell of coffee and felt the sun streaming in through your window, you shot awake in panic. You grabbed your phone on the nightstand, turned it on, and saw that it was 10:36 am. Shit.
"Good morning sleepy head," Michael's rumbling voice greeted you from your kitchen.
He stood there, completely at ease as he sipped at his cup of coffee, staring at you intently.There also appeared to be an assortment of fruits, yogurt, and breakfast foods sitting on the kitchen counter that called to your stomach.
You scrambled out of bed, trying to find some clothes to throw on. "Oh, my god, Michael, I'm so sorry! I got home late last night and I didn't remember to text you, so I didn't have an alarm set, and oh.. Shit…" You tried to explain, completely freaking out that you were making a complete fool of yourself.
Michael just chuckled a bit as he watched you struggle through the fog of sleep. "Don't worry about it, love. You probably needed the sleep and I didn't have any pressing meetings this morning, so feel free to take your time. There are some upsides to owning your own company," he teased, taking another drink of his coffee.
You gave him a grateful smile before running to the bathroom to take a quick shower. There was still sand hiding in the crevices of your body, and you had no intention of dealing with you skin screaming at you all day while trying to pay attention.
The warm water washed over you delightfully, washing away the remnants of last night down the drain. It was a new day. Michael was standing in your kitchen with breakfast and coffee, waiting patiently for you to wake up instead of trying to force you up on his own time. That was honestly super considerate of him instead of being frustrated in the way he deserved to be.
The door to the bathroom opened with a small creek. You peeked out from behind the curtain to see Michael standing there in the doorway. He looked way too incredible to be sitting in the steam covered room, his black suit tailored to perfection and the neat stubble of his face sent promising tingles between your thighs.
"See something you like?" You asked playfully, opening the curtain all the way so he could watch the water cascade down your naked body.
He swallowed hard, the dark look in his eyes returning immediately. "Certainly. If I wasn't already set to go, I'd be in there with you, having you up against the wall," he purred.
"That's hardly fair, Michael," you pouted. "You can't just tell me that and not come through."
He smirked, which was a really sexy look on him, that half smile on his mischievous face. "There are some pros to being patient, love. I'd rather not ruin my plans for tonight by jumping the gun now," He admonished.
You sighed heavily, letting your hands wander down your body, finding your nipples already stiff at attention. "I suppose I'll just have to take care of myself then if I'm to pay any attention today," you challenged, knowing he was watching every movement of your hands.
"Don't let me keep you," Michael offered, his face clearly happy with this turn of events. He leaned against the bathroom wall and stared at you with an intensity that made your body respond immediately.
You brought your hands back to your breasts, cupping them with a practiced skill while brushing over your sensitive nipples. The shot of heat that ran through you at even the slightest contact had you humming softly. You allowed yourself a second to play with the soft globes, massaging them just playfully enough. This wasn't just about servicing yourself. The thrill of putting on a show was more than enough to change the intensity of the moment.
You lowered one of your hands sensually, skimming over your navel and drawing slow circles into your hip. Your eyes stayed on him, watching how he reacted to every movement, the intake of breath as he watched your breasts move like an invitation, the slight shuffle of his feet to try to hide the fact his pants were getting much too tight. His jaw clenched and unclenched repeatedly as he clearly tried to fight that dominance that wanted to make itself known.
You bit your lip softly, drawing his attention to your mouth for just a second. That dominance didn't scare you. Hell, it turned you on more than you knew how to handle. Michael saw the hint of a request in your eyes, causing that mischievous grin to erupt on his beautiful face once more.
"Do you need a little bit of help, love?" He purred. "Do you need me to tell you what do?"
You'd be lying if you pretended to not know what you are doing. Eight years of barely any sex and disappointing sex when you got it, you learned how to take care of yourself. But fuck, you wanted his help. So you nodded minutely.
His stance immediately changed, stepping into the personality he so owned with ease. He stood there defiantly, his feet at the width of his shoulders while his arms crossed over his chest, one hand brought up to his face as he stared at your body. Immediately, a ripple of excitement ran through your body.
"Alright, love. I want you to be a good girl and imagine I'm in that shower with you. That's my hand grasping your perfect breast, taking those elegant nipples between my fingers. Now I want you to move that little hand down the soft skin of your stomach, slowly. I want you to tease yourself, love," Michael commanded gently, his irish accent slipping through his facade, sounding absolutely delicious.
You did as you were told, closing your eyes to imagine him behind you, his naked body pressed up against yours in a wet slide of skin on skin. Your hands continued to move against your hips and your thighs, missing their mark repeatedly as the heat burning in your body began to crescendo.
"Perfect," he continued, never taking his eyes off you. "You are such a good pet, love. Now I want you to venture closer to that magnificent pussy of yours, but instead of going straight for the prize, I want you to softly touch your lips until you are begging for me to let you touch your desperate clit. I bet it's standing on end right now, throbbing for those sinful little hands to find it and bring you to a sweet release. Is it throbbing, love?"
You whimpered in response, every movement in accordance with his directions. Maybe one day you'd convince him to record these directions just so you could get yourself off even when he wasn't around, because if the throbbing need between your legs was any indication, you were about to have a seriously great orgasm.
Michael chuckled darkly. "That's what I thought. Hell, I can almost smell you from here. I bet you are positively dripping just from my words. If only you could see yourself right now, the way your hips are moving in response to every command I make. Your whole body is flushed with need and those wonderful little noises you are making test my control. It's all I can do to not get in there and fuck you hard against the tiles. Or get on my knees and suckle on that throbbing clit of yours. Would you like that, love?"
"Shit, Michael," you whined. Your hand continued to softly stroke your outer lips, so close to where you needed to feel it. "Please… Please, I need to.. Fuck, I need to cum, Michael…"
"I know. And since you are doing such a good job of begging me like I wanted, you can find your clit for me and rub it in small circles. But don't speed up just yet. Take things slow for now. I want you to feel everything," he commanded.
You sighed in relief. At last, you could begin to take some of the edge off. Your hand rubbed your clit just like you knew would bring you to orgasm, just much slower than you normally would.
The sounds escaping you became rapidly louder, filling the bathroom with your whines and sighs. "That's it, love", he encouraged, his own voice edging towards a growl as he reacted to you. "Now, bring that other hand away from your breasts and let it find that tight little pussy of yours. Let your middle finger dip inside of you just a bit, but don't let it go too far. Tease that entrance of yours just a little."
"Please," you whined. You were so close, another minute and you'd be over the edge. Maybe teasing him wasn't such a great idea. What you would give to have him in there with you, your fingers not long enough, not rough enough. But his voice almost made it feel real for a few seconds.
"Go ahead. Enter that tight pussy for me as far as you can and fuck yourself with that finger. Feel the warmth of that pussy wrapped around it the way I want it wrapped around my hard cock right now. Let your other hand get faster. I want you to cum for me, love. And I want you to cum hard." He demanded, letting authority seep into his tone.
Your body began to clench deliciously as you reached your end. Lights began to go off behind your eyes and your breathing sped up noticeably. You could almost feel him touching you, could almost imagined his cock fucking you instead of your hand just for a moment and it was just enough to get you there.
Just as you began to orgasm, you heard his last demand. "Open your eyes, love, and cum for me now," he growled.
Your eyes immediately obeyed, catching his heated gaze through the steam as you screamed in the best wank you ever gave yourself. Seeing him there, staring at you, as you found new heights of pleasure was absolutely perfect. The way his hand clenched white knuckled and the clear view of his hard cock through those slacks was more than enough to tell you he wanted you. But he restrained himself for your sake. So you could experience this moment and the purity of it. You'd have to find a way to make it up to him.
You came down slowly, panting for air in the much too hot room. But everything sense seemed to dissipate as Michael's gaze seemingly grounded you in that moment, just the two of you.
After a few minutes, his stance relaxed once more and he headed toward the door. "I'm going to go finish my coffee while you finish getting ready. There's breakfast waiting whenever you're finished," He reminded her warmly.
"Wait!" You called, stopping him in the doorway. "Don't you want me to do something for you?"
He grinned back at you. "Trust me love, I will definitely take you up on that one another time," he purred just a bit. "But I want to get you introduced to my company today, and if I let you do whatever, I don't think I could leave this flat today."
By the time you made it to the New York office for Aeron, it was going on 12:30. You felt incredibly guilty for such a late start, but decided to do what you could to make up for it by being as attentive as possible.
Walking into the offices was like walking into Google. There was the newest tech everywhere, a completely self sufficient building that managed to be as green as they were pushing for everyone else to be. The whole feel was more relaxed than anything you'd ever been in.
"Welcome to Aeron," Michael introduced. "Our mission is to try and help to change this world for the better, creating a better world for future generations. And I hope you'll find the work as pleasing as I do," he added with a warm grin.
Most of the day was filled with many faces you were introduced to, a full tour of the facilities including a broom closet that Michael nonchalantly suggest would be a place he would fuck you in the middle day, and enough information to give a slight headache. Working at Aeron would mean being on the forefront of technology, politics, and social advancements for years to come. You could make a difference!
And the C.E.O. was giving you the rundown of many of the duties you'd be assisting him in, which included many important meetings with businessmen, politicians, and billionaires. There was certainly no writing memos or sending emails or answering phones in this contract for you. He was giving you the chance to be directly under him. And that was a much bigger job than you'd previously understood.
He outlined the basic run through of what you could expect over the next couple month, giving you the ability to learn each individual area of the company, whether it be innovation, communications, production, etc. And if you found one you particularly preferred, he'd train you to take over that specific area as your own. So if you wanted to travel, you could get into communications and find yourself discovering the world. Or if you wanted to get your ideas heard and work with a creative team of the most brilliant minds the world could find, you could take over innovation. There was so many possibilities.
By the end of the day, you were partially exhausted, sitting in one of the large, black, leather chairs that made up Michael's office, sipping a glass of white wine. Michael sat next to you, fingering his own glass of whiskey, a personal favorite of his. You tried to not make the connection to Tom, and Jameson, but it was there nonetheless.
"So what did you think about today," he asked, filling the comfortable silence once more.
You took a small sip from your glass as you formulated your answer. "I think," you began, "that you have the most incredible company I've ever seen. And I consider it a privilege to be given a chance to be part of it. I just don't know how I rank up here with these brilliant minds."
"Those brilliant minds would be lucky to have you," he answered immediately. "In my many years of searching, I've never seen a mind like yours. It deserves the same cultivation I've offered others."
You blushed and looked down. That idea of worth he seemed to have of you was always so amazing to you. How could he look at the inventors, the innovators, these incredible people and think you were even remotely on their level?! You were a secretary for goodness sake!
He clearly saw the hesitation on your face, so he put his drink down and patted his lap invitingly. You set your glass down as well and crawled into his lap, letting him run his fingers through your hair, working the knots that had formed over the day.
"Let me explain something to you," Michael explained, his tone leaving no room for interruption or argument. "Each person who works here, I found in places you'd never expect them to be. Some of the best engineers here I found on the side of the road, just trying to find any job for food. The minute there was a chance for them to grow and they took it, they flourished. You are not any less because you were a secretary. Your capabilities have nothing to do with the position you occupy," he reassured. "I just want to give you the same opportunities".
You sighed and nuzzled yourself closer to him. He allowed you closer and wrapped his arms around you to warm you considerably.
You don't know how long the two of you stayed like that, just soaking in the moment. There was no need for tension in the pure comfort of his embrace, giving way to an unexpected aspect of your relationship. His more extreme dominance allowed you to trust him in a way you were never capable of before, leaving your willfulness at the door.
Of course the sex was magnificent. Of course he could be pure sex, from the way his body moved to his voice, but that didn't make up for relationship issues. Of course there would be times you have no will to submit, but submit you would in moments like this. Moments where surrender meant comfort. He felt like home.
You completely lost track of time as he just held you. Somewhere in the middle, you found yourself falling asleep, losing consciousness in his warmth. A deep rumbling chuckle jerked you awake.
"Looks like Tom and I are wearing you out, love" Michael said with a soft smile. "I guess it would be best for me to let you go home and get some rest, huh…" With that, he picked you up and carried you to the doorway.
You giggled at the overboard gesture. "I can walk, Michael. You don't need to carry me like a child," you admonished.
"Oh, I know," he answered, not letting you down until you hit the elevators. "I just wanted to hold you for a little bit longer."
You laughed against his shoulder as you managed to stay upright despite your exhaustion. Maybe you needed to add a clause to the contract about being nicer to you on "school" nights. How were you expected to work at 100% capability when you were so exhausted all the time?
Michael drove you home and walked you to the elevator before hitting the button to get you to your flat. "Get some rest, love. As a side note, I'm going to have someone install a lock mechanism for this elevator so people can't get up to your flat without a key. Feel free to give one to whoever, but I'm not ok with how easy the access is to you," he informed, leaving no room for argument.
You rolled your eyes and nodded before kissing him softly goodbye. This would be just another one of the things he'd be determined to do whether you argued or not. You'd probably still argue just for the chance to make him angry. Angry sex is absolutely worth it.
This time, you made sure to double check with Tom about what time he wanted you at work and set the alarm, falling into blissful sleep just moments after your head hit the pillow. That night, you dreamt of bonds of silk and pain, but the kind that was so delightfully worth the pleasure.