Tuesday morning started much more professionally than Monday did, which you were more than thankful for. The lack of your usual schedule of getting ready and starting your morning made yesterday go by in a whirlwind that you found impossible to keep track of. Schedules suck, but they have their benefits.
So you began your morning as you always did, with a nice hot shower, coffee, and your favorite business outfit. There was nothing you couldn't face with a pencil skirt and a pair of red pumps, even Tom Hiddleston and his ridiculously complicated company.
But just as you were about to walk out of your apartment, your phone rang softly from where it sat in your pocket.
"Hello?" You said as you answered your phone, feeling just daring enough to not check who was calling before answering. Sometimes, it's the little things that build big courage.
"Good morning, darling", Tom greeted. "I wanted to get ahold of you before you headed to the office. Plans have changed and I need to head over to Japan today, so if you'd like to come along, I can walk you through the ideas I have for you on the plane ride there".
Japan. Of course. You'd gotten used to the random trips after having to follow Tom around. Though, you'd spent most of your time in meetings and inside without any chance to explore, but maybe one day the two of you would have the time to actually see the beauty of the world.
"I'd love to tag along. What should I bring along with me for the trip?"
He paused for a second, thinking through the details. "Uh, grab something comfortable to wear on the plane ride back if you'd like as well as your passport, but we won't be gone for too long so I can get you home in time for tomorrow," he explained. "One of the benefits of flying private is much shorter fly times. So we can go there and back plus a few meetings in between in under 24 hours."
You quickly grabbed an outfit to change into and shoved it into the bag you'd kept on you for instances like this. It was just part of working in an international business directly under the C.E.O.
"Alright," you said as you finished grabbing everything. "Do you want me to meet you at the airport?"
'I figured it would be more economical for the both of us if John drove us to the airport so our cars aren't paying parking. We are just a few minutes from your place if you'd like to start heading down", Tom answered, his tone a little distracted as he worked through all that needed to be done today.
You hit the button on the elevator and the doors dinged open in seconds. "Ok, I am headed down now. See you when you get here."
Hanging up, you realized that someone had installed a whole new panel of buttons in the elevator, replacing the dingy silver metal with a high quality steel that made the addition all the more noticable. And right where your room button was, there was a brand spanking new lock that you'd need a key to even push the button.
Michael must have called a company to come and get it taken care of as soon as he left you. You were left feeling a bit unsure of how that made you feel. Yes, there was a side of it being about caring for your well being, but it also came across extremely overbearing. As well as possessive instead of protective.
You were lost in your thoughts as the doors opened to the lobby, causing you to shake yourself out of it. This wasn't the time to be irritated. Japan was calling and you would just have to deal with Michael later.
"Hey (Y/F/N)!" The security guard, Drew, called out, getting your attention. "I've got a package at the desk here for you."
You walked over to the counter, smiling warmly. "Thank you for catching me. If it is what I think it is, then I would be needing them when I get back tonight."
"Yeah well, I imagine that man that keeps coming around would be happy to let you spend the night if you were couldn't get in," Drew teased with a suggestive wink.
You waggled you finger at him. "Hey, it was you who said I needed to get laid more. Just following orders," you said.
"I can imagine you having to take all sorts of orders from that Fassbender man. He seems the type that would have a problem hearing no from anyone," He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
"You are just jealous that he's into chicks, Drew. How did you know his name anyways?"
He picked up a piece of paper sitting on the counter. "Payment for that new elevator crap is made out to a Mr. Fassbender. Google has a lot of good to say about your authoritarian hunk," Drew explained, mischief twinkling in his eyes.
"So you know how secret this needs to stay, right? You can't be spreading this about, Drew," you pleaded, knowing his tendency to share things that were meant to stay private.
He held out his pinky for you to link your own with. "No worries there. Not only are you one of my favorite people and I would never betray you like that, but also, I sincerely doubt I would survive Mr. Fassbender's wrath."
"If that's what it takes to win your silence, I have no problem with you believing that." You looked over to the glass doors leading out and recognized Tom's car out front, waiting for you. "I have to head out, Drew. Thanks again for the package!"
He just nodded a you're welcome and you quickly walked out to the car where John stood, prepared to open the door to the black Sedan. He was in his late 50's, but he held the professionalism of someone much older. Grey and white mixed with the dark brown of the rest of his hair and lines were deepening on his face, but he never stopped giving you a warm smile and tipping his hat. It helped that Tom paid John really well, setting up his children with full college funds and giving his whole family the ability to live comfortably for many years.
"Hey, John," you greeted with a soft smile. "How are you doing today?"
He opened the door immediately, giving you a blast of fresh A.C. that called to you in the July heat. "I'm well, and you?"
"Just excited for another work trip", you answered, sarcasm clear in your tone.
John smiled knowingly as you got into the car. You weren't 100% sure how urgent it was to get to Japan, but you played it on the safe side. Just because Tom was fucking you now didn't mean he didn't get impatient.
Speaking of your impatient boss and sexy lover, he was sitting on the far side of the vehicle, working through a file full of papers that demanded his complete attention. Tom looked tired and focused all at the same time, a look he has sported very rarely in the whole of the time you've known him.
His brilliant blue eyes looked up to meet your gaze when John closed the door behind you, leaving you guys sitting parallel from each other. Immediately closing the file and setting it to the side, he gave you a warm smile and moved across the small gap between you.
There was very little warning as he kissed you with an incredible softness. Hell, if this was how Tom decided to greet you from now on, you certainly weren't complaining. Even as the car gracefully pulled into New York traffic, nothing swept through this moment of intimacy.
After what could have been just a few seconds, he pulled away just far enough to look you in the eyes. "Good morning, darling," he whispered. "I've missed you."
You giggled softly. "Well, if this is how you act after one day without me, I can't wait to see what happens after a week," you answered, breathless and teasing all at the same time.
"I assure you it would be pure torment for me," Tom smiled, his tone light and free. "I fear I've become addicted to the allure of your body and your mind."
You let out a rather unattractive snort. "Took you long enough."
He let out a small chuckle of his own as he took his original place back, this time bringing your hand encompassed in his own with him.
"I apologize for the sudden change in plans, by the way," he continued. "I had fully intended spending the whole of today giving you a very clear game plan on how we will continue with your future success. If this trip wasn't absolutely necessary, I would have postponed it."
"You don't need to apologize, Tom," you assured with a shrug. "We've been working together for a while now, so I'm certainly not fazed by the random day trips we've had to make last minute. It's just the reality of your life."
Tom rubbed his face with his spare hand, clearly worn out by whatever the issue in Japan was. "The whole situation has become so incredibly complicated with the leadership in Tokyo, I actually have to step in and micromanage. I was supposed to be able to trust the people I've set in place to get this under control, but that is no longer an option. If things remain unresolved after this trip, we may have to shut down the Tokyo branch."
"How have things gotten that bad?" You asked, a little shocked. "I thought Johnson was doing rather well with the whole situation."
The entire trip to the airport was filled with the detailed explanation of what was going on. From corruption to bad handling of finances, the reality was that the management had severely failed. And replacing those in charge may cause workers to leave as they have taken sides with certain management.
These issues had been happening for months, but Johnson had failed to communicate the seriousness of any of it, leaving Tom completely in the dark. But finally, some of the corporations connected with the Tokyo branch reached out with their concerns and complaints,finally alerting Tom to the truth.
It was clear that he blamed himself for the failure of those he'd placed into leadership positions, and you doubted you could convince him that he couldn't have seen this coming. So you tried to focus on solutions. He might have to come across as a severe hard ass, but it may just be what the situation required. This hat wasn't one he opted to wear very often, but he could be the intense, intimidating C.E.O. when he needed to be.
The conversation continued productively for the hour trip to the private air strip where the company jet was waiting. In fact, the two of you were so consumed with finding a resolution that you'd hardly noticed that the car had stopped moving.
Within ten minutes, you were boarding the plane and preparing yourself for a long flight. The jet was made to allow you to travel in style, while still accomplishing the necessary speed to cut normal flight times in half. You took your seat across from Tom, a plush brown leather with all the comfort of a lazy boy with full movement allowed so you can turn which ever way with just a press of a button. The hostess on board immediately served the two of you ice cold water with a small nod and a reminder that she was but one button call away if you needed anything.
You really should feel more guilty about not knowing her name, but the flight attendants were through a separate organization that you didn't come into contact with unless you were flying with Tom. And for privacy's sake, the attendants were on a rotation. When you regularly discuss sensitive information, it was vital to find a company that would respect that level of privacy. Most of these attendants probably served politicians, celebrities, and the rest of the top 1% of this world that choose to hire their services.
Which fortunately meant that there would be no unscheduled interruptions. The well put together woman handed you a schedule of when meals would be served and general check ins along with the drink menu she set on the small table in front of you. She was on call, but should something… inappropriate happen, there was no concern of being discovered. And knowing Tom and his libido, something was bound to.
Once the two of you were properly settled, Tom decided to change the subject from finding a resolution to the plans he had for your future in his company.
"Now, I'd like to outline the ideas I have for you," he began, pulling out new folders from his briefcase to place them on the table between the two of you. "As much as I have simply considered handing you a large position in the company, I wouldn't want you to endure both the cruelty of others and your own thoughts that may tell you that you've done nothing to deserve that position.
That being said, after quite a bit of thought, I've come the conclusion that perhaps the best thing I can do for you is teach you what I know about running a worldwide company and give you the necessary funds and help to become the C.E.O. of your very own company."
Your face must have registered your shock and fear as he immediately held up his hand to stop your interruptions. "I will explain this in full and if this idea remains to be too intimidating, then you have no pressure to follow this and we will come up with something better suited for you personally. But I do not exaggerate when I say I fully believe in you," Tom reassured you, his eyes fully expressing his trust in your capability.
After a hesitant nod from you, he launched into a rather complicated explanation. Hiddleston & Co. was a company with many interests and hands in pretty much everything. From time to time, there will be companies that show great promise that will go bankrupt or with be selling their business for many different reasons. There was a whole division in the company that worked to find businesses like these that could easily recover with the right management and funds. If a business meets certain criteria, Hiddleston & Co. would buy it out and set it up so the investment pays itself and more.
Tom then opened the many folders in front of you to show a few of the companies they were looking at buying, in everything from publishing and banking, to hardware and legal. You had the pick of whatever specific industry you were interested in being a part of, and you would be running the company for yourself.
"I'm giving you the keys to the kingdom, darling, and I am sincerely looking forward to the day where you sit at the table alongside of me as one of the most powerful women in the world, the way I already see you, but you are going to turn heads and make even your enemies respect you," he finished, tantalizing you with the incredible image.
Out of all the things you expected, this was probably the last thing you could ever have thought of. It was one thing to give you a position, the power you could have, and it was another to let you run with your own image and dream until it became the powerful, world changing thing it deserved to be. The idea that he would offer you something so huge while making sure to account for your own issues with not feeling like you deserve what was given, was absolutely astounding.
At that moment, the Hostess came back with a hearty lunch and gave you some time to consider his proposal. Your head was spinning in a storm of confusing thoughts and worries that promised a rather horrible headache.
A couple hours later, the plane landed in Japan, and Tom immediately went into C.E.O. mode. He hardly smiled as the entourage of management met the two of you practically at the doors of the Japanese branch of Hiddleston & Co.
Tom called all the management into an emergency session in one of the larger board rooms of the company. An interpreter came along with you guys just in case, but other than that, any outside influences were barred from the room.
The meeting ended up being a rather ugly mess after Tom started by firing Johnson and having him escorted from the building by security. From there, it was clear to the rest of the management that no one's job was safe for that moment. Tom Hiddleston wouldn't make hollow threats and it was that show of power that would give him the capability to negotiate a resolution to the problem. There would be no disrespecting of his authority again after this.
After what seemed to be hours, the meeting finally ended as Tom appointed a particularly well reviewed manager into the position Johnson had just been kicked out of. It was clear Tom would have to make more trips in the upcoming weeks to continue overseeing the resolution of everything and get the business back in working order. The others in the room couldn't see it, but it was clear to you how exhausting the whole mess was for Tom. It was time to head home for his sake.
Around 7pm, you were finally headed back to New York. It would be a long flight back after a generally long day, but the jet lag certainly wasn't helping. The good news was that a really nice lobster dinner was set and ready to go within 10 minutes of the flight.
Tom rubbed his eyes wearily and sipped at his water, denying himself the champagne that the hostess offered earlier. He was trying so hard to change, to become a better man, that your heart immediately ached. Sometimes, it isn't about the grand gestures. It's the little things that truly make the most difference.
"Do you feel like the meeting today made much of a difference?" You asked in between bites of the succulent lobster.
He shrugged, picking at his own food. "It's going to take a lot more than a grand show of power to win the respect of the workers, but I feel that we've made a little progress in rebuilding the relationship. There won't be someone poisoning communication anymore at the very least."
"I'm not quite sure how you do it," you mumble softly. "You appear so strong, daring them to disobey, even when you still struggle being sure that you're doing the right thing."
Tom set down his silverware, giving you his full attention. "Darling," he began, taking your hand in his, "Sometimes I even wonder how I do it. But when I think about those workers, those on the bottom rung, being used and abused by greedy bastards, it becomes much easier. It's when you choose to remember them and how their lives will be hurt by this mess if you don't do something that you find your strength to keep fighting."
"I didn't know they were your inspiration," you answered, surprised at his confession. "I guess that's what makes you different than most C.E.O.'s. So few think about anything other than their bottom line."
He looked away, lost somewhere in his thoughts before he responded. "I never wanted to be like those men. There is enough corruption and cruelty in this world and I will do my very best to not add to it."
The food in front of you completely lost your interest as the ache in your heart turned into a wildfire. Tom was a good man, first and foremost. No matter the relationship you had with him, he would always be a good man, a thoughtful gentleman. The business world would try to take that away from him, but it would always fail. Even in the face of betrayal, his only thought was the pain he caused the people who put their trust in him.
You stood swiftly and stepped in front of him, allowing you to place you knees on either side of him on the chair. You lowered yourself until you were straddling him, pressed intimately against his body, all while maintaining intense eye contact. He looked at you a little breathlessly, his hands immediately skimming the soft skin of your thighs that were revealed as your tight pencil skirt bunched around your waist.
"Oh, Tom," you whispered softly, running your fingers through his thick curls. "What would I give to just give you a glimpse of how wonderful you truly are."
He let out a soft sigh, leaning into the comfort of your touch. The exhaustion slipped away to give way to the intimacy of the moment, a moment of soul to soul contact that made time disappear completely.
Unable to simply watch his beautiful features alone, you brought your lips to his in a gentle kiss. He immediately responded by pulling your body impossibly closer against his, his tongue caressing yours as you opened your lips for him to enter. The atmosphere grew heated and hungry, need replacing the affection and lust reigned over comfort.
His hands explored your body expertly, finding every sensitive inch of skin and stimulating them until your nerves exploded into flame. Your skirt continued its upward direction until your gold thong was visible and the heavy fabric was bunched around your waist. By now, it shouldn't surprise you how quickly your body prepared for him, but somehow, it did. Your thong was completely ruined.
Tom pulled away from the kiss, looking into your eyes with mischievous look. "Would you like to join the mile high club, darling?" He purred as his fingers traced the inside of your thighs promisingly.
"Please, Tom," you whimpered, your clit throbbing with need. And he was just centimeters from relieving you of this painful need.
The grin on his face told you that he had just heard exactly as he was hoping for, not to mention the eager jump of the hard bulge against your thigh. He pulled you off his lap, much to your surprise, and worked your skirt completely off, leaving you naked from the waist down besides your ruined thong and your black heels.
You were about to resume your previous position when Tom stood next to you and met your lips once more. Somehow, he'd managed to turn you so that your back was facing the chair he has been just sitting in, and he lowered you down into it without breaking contact. He knelt between your legs, his height still allowing him to continue kissing you fiercely, leaving your lips feeling sincerely bruised.
Those devious hands found their way back to your dripping core a he began to tease your body like a finely tuned instrument. They latched onto your clit and had you moaning much too loud within seconds. There was no denying that your clear physical and vocal reactions stroked his ego as he grinned victoriously as you had to stop kissing him while you moaned and gasped for air. What a jerk.
But you really couldn't be bothered to care as his actions sent your body spiraling towards release like a freight train. Until he stopped his rhythm for a moment. Your groans and whimpers were as much of a complaint as you could manage until you opened your eyes to see him lowering that cocky mouth to your awaiting pussy.
When you were younger, you had a hard time with receiving oral, always worried you would taste bad or that your partner really didn't want to and was just doing it to try to make you happy. That could also be because none of your previous partners had much skill in oral sex. But watching Tom moan like a starving man at the first taste of you that hit his tongue was more than enough to make you want to be eaten out for the rest of your life. The way he immediately attacked every drop of fluid that had come from you assured you that what you'd been missing was the right partner this whole time.
Your body turned into a firework show as every last nerve exploded. His talented tongue in your nether regions, coupled by two fingers furiously pounding your drenching pussy was enough to send you completely over the edge with a small scream that was just barely muffled in time by Tom's free hand over your mouth. His oral capabilities officially were the best you had ever experienced in your whole life.
You came down from your high breathing like you'd run a marathon, your whole body still twitching in shock. "Oh, fuck me," you whimpered softly under your breath.
"I fully intend to, darling," Tom growled, pulling at your legs until you butt was hanging off the end of the chair, putting you at an uncomfortable angle that you were sure you weren't going to mind as he pulled his long cock out of his pants and threw a condom on within seconds.
He drew the head of his cock over your sensitive clit, sending you almost jumping off your seat, teasing your entrance over and over again until you were begging for him. The pleading whimpers came out of your mouth like a torrent, leaving you completely unaware and uncaring of how pathetic you sounded.
"Your beautiful mouth looks so delicious saying those words, begging for my cock deep inside of you," Tom teased, his voice purring above you. "It almost makes me want to prolong your torture."
NO! Please, Tom, please, I need you inside of me so bad!" You begged desperately. It would seem that you'd completely lost your ability to appear strong and independent any longer between Tom and Michael. Oh, well. Sex this good is worth the momentary humiliation.
Tom laughed softly under his breath before beginning to slowly penetrate you, allowing you to feel every inch of his amazing cock entering you. It still blew you mind how big he was and how fucking good he always managed to make you feel.
But it was clear his control was waning as he snapped his hips forward, filling you completely before starting a brutal pace that promised you another insane orgasm with every plunge forwards that hit all of your spots perfectly. He matched the pace of his hips with his fingers dancing on your clit that was open to his view.
Your orgasm washed over you so quickly that it took you completely by surprise. He was capable of such wonders with his body that it almost made all of his experience with other women worth it. You were certainly reaping the benefits.
Tom pulled both of your legs up to rest on his shoulders, bending your body in half as he quickened his pace, hitting you even deeper, leaving you a moaning, whimpering mess of need and desire as he built the fire all over again.
His thrusts became erratic and hard, signaling his release. You grabbed the end of his tie and pulled him closer for a fierce kiss just as the two of you came together, embracing the ideal of the mile high club completely.
It was around 1 am when you'd finally made it back to your apartment, sitting outside the double doors while you snuggled up to Tom for the last few seconds you had with him.
Thankfully, you remembered to hand him one of the spare keys for the elevator before weariness started to win over. He seemed just as disturbed by how Michael had chosen to overstep, but there wasn't much Michael did that Tom approved of. That was just the nature of his possessive side.
You gave him one last kiss with the promise to really consider his offer so you could get him a definite answer as soon as possible before leaving and heading up to your apartment.
Who would have thought that a trip to Tokyo on business would end so wonderfully?