I stood in front of the mirror, taking one last look at myself before I left for my first day of work. I was wearing a black pencil skirt that reached my knee, but it had a split up to my thigh on one side. I paired it with a white button-down blouse and a black blazer. I wanted to look professional but also stylish, and I thought this outfit was the perfect balance.
Well, technically, I had prepared this attire for my first day of work a long time ago; let's say I have been waiting patiently for this day for a very long time. Annabel Joseph, an employee of a big company. I always envisioned this day, except that those visions died a few months ago when it dawned on me that I could never have it.
I added a touch of femininity with a pair of silver earrings and a necklace with a small diamond pendant. I also wore a pair of black pumps with a low heel. I didn't want to wear anything too high, as I didn't want to be uncomfortable all day.
I took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror. As much as today scared the snot out of me, I knew within me that I was ready for this. I had been working hard for this moment for months, and I wasn't going to let anything ruin it. I grabbed my handbag and headed for the door, feeling like some top-class secret agent.
Just as I opened the front door and walked out, I ran into Mr. Jordan. A smile graced my face, splitting my lips and making the muscles in my cheeks contract.
"Oh, Mr. Jordan, I wasn’t expecting you this morning." I said, holding back the smirk that was eager to be rubbed on his face.
"I made it clear that you had two days to pay your rent; it is Monday, so I have come to throw you out," he said in his mean, crooked voice. "So tell me, Ann, are you ready to move out or willing to make a compromise?"
I chuckled softly and took off my dark shades slowly, like a sophisticated, posh, classy lady. "Mr. Jordan, neither of those options would be necessary because, as it stands, I went to the bank this morning and paid off my debt and rent for the coming months. I have a bank teller here to prove it."
I could see the look of doubt on his face as I dipped my hand into my handbag in search of the teller, and before long, I flipped out the pink paper and handed it to him.
"This better not be a joke, girl." He sounded annoyed as he slowly took it from me.
His eyes glazed over the teller, and he slowly looked up at me. As if not certain that he saw right, he took another glance at the teller, and then he looked up. He was speechless; his mouth was open, but no words came out.
If he wasn’t still my landlord, I really wanted to tell him to his face that he was an ugly pedophile and deserved a life of suffering, but I was saving that for some other time.
"It was nice having you around, Mr. Jordan, but I gotta run," I taunted with a satisfying grin on my face as I took the teller right off his hands and walked past him.
I didn’t look back while walking, but I could tell that he turned around and watched me leave. He must be shocked at how I put together the money in less than his proposed two days. He probably thought I would be ready to spread my legs for him when he returned today.
As I got to the brand new car waiting for me in front of the yard, I got in and then turned to face Mr. Jordan, hitting him with the best smile I could conjure. Shock was written all over his face, and I couldn't help but wonder about the turmoil going through his mind right now.
It is a good thing I learned how to drive back in college, and I also have a driver’s license. There was nothing stopping me; for the first time in my life, everything seemed perfect. And yet someone says money doesn’t bring happiness. Look how my life changed completely in just a weekend! Only money can do this!
**
The receptionist had shown me around the company—at least the places that she believed I needed to know. She informed me that further instructions would come from the boss, but where was he? No one in the office had set eyes on Mr. Blackwood today.
I soon settled into my new office, getting acquainted with the surroundings and the technology. I might have made a little rearrangement as I was allergic to sunflowers and they had those at the desk.
I have not handled such an expensive model of computer in my life, so I took my time to navigate my way through it. I was super excited for the first few hours, but little did I know that my day was about to get dramatic real quick.
The boss had arrived! Mr. Blackwood was not only in office; he had sent for me!
My heart raced as I approached the CEO’s office, which happened to be on the same block and floor as mine. I swallowed hard before knocking on the door.
"Come in," that cold voice instructed from the inside. He sounded nonchalant, and that gave me the usual chills.
I pushed the door open and walked in. He was just taking off his suit jacket when I walked in, and even though he was still fully clothed, I looked away.
"Good morning, Mr. Blackwood," I said immediately.
"The name is Maxwell," he replied sharply, taking a seat at his desk. "How are you settling in, Miss Ann?" he asked in a voice devoid of emotion.
My father always said, "Fear the man who hides his feelings behind a poker face, for his capabilities know no bounds." It sounds better in Italian.
"Great, one of the staff showed me the ropes, and I think I have got it under control," I replied, my eyes tracing his large arms up to his chest. Good lord, he was ripped! This man probably hits the gym three times a week, because what is this build?
"Glad to hear that; we have work to do, and I expect you to pick up as soon as possible. I will send the schedule to your mailbox shortly, as well as my activities for the month. I want it properly organized and sent back. You are my assistant, and you know your work description. I expect you to be reliable, or you would be getting replaced in a blink of an eye." He warned.
"Copy that, Sir," I muttered.
He looked up at me and smiled, "Good... You may leave then."
I sighed in relief and turned around, quickly heading to the door. Maybe I rejoiced too early, because as soon as I got to the door, he called my name.
"Wait!" he instructed, and I froze. My heart paced with the speed of light, and I turned around to face him.
Mr. Blackwood dropped the pen in his hand and stood up. He started to walk slowly towards me, and I could tell his eyes were fixed on my exposed thighs—the split in my skirt! Oh no, he cannot be thinking what I think he is thinking! It is too soon!
Was he going to do it here in the office? Is he going to me right here in his office? My heart raced, and I held the wall beside the door, moving back slowly. What should I do?
My heart began to race as Mr. Blackwood approached me, with those piercing fiery eyes that burnt through my skin with the heat of hell. With a little space between us, he paused and his eyes were locked on mine. I think it was at that moment that the real weight of my decision dawned on me, the shadow of my thoughts hung over me. He slowly placed his hand under my jaw and made me look up at him, my heart stopped and I froze.
His cologne hit me; it smelt so good, more like expensive. I didn’t want to look into his eyes any longer than I had already done, but he was still holding up my jaw. “Sir…” I stuttered, not knowing what to say.
I knew I couldn’t refuse him, as per the agreement that we had. With his left hand, he began to unhook his neck tie and my heart skipped a few beats. Why was he loosening his tie?
I wanted to step back but my back was against the wall already, the silence didn’t make things any easier, the way he stared at me, his fingers slowly traced the line from my jaw up my face and with the back of his index second finger, he gently brushed something off the corner of my lips.
He raised it to my face, it was sauce from my breakfast which I had at the office a while ago. He poked the finger into his mouth to my awe and licked off the sauce. “Hmm…” he hummed with wide eyes and stared at his fingers, wearing a look of surprise on his face, and then he faced me.
“You realize that you are the assistant to a CEO of a prestigious firm like our own, don’t you? I would suggest that next time, you keep your food in your mouth, Miss Owl.” He said coldly and my heart trembled.
I nodded nervously. “Yes Sir, I am sorry about that.” I would say anything to get a breather from this guy at the moment; he was making me so nervous right now.
As he took a step backward, I let go of a breath that I didn’t know I was holding until now. I was further relieved when he turned his back to me and headed for his desk.
“Where did you get your food, Ann?” he asked as he walked away, his shoulders high and his tone nonchalant. At least he used my real name this time.
“What do you think? I make it myself, I couldn’t possibly afford fast food right now.” I huffed.
He turned to face me, sitting back at the office table with what I think was a little smile on his face. “You make good food, I didn’t think you would be better at something than making threats.” He chuckled. “Bring me some of your home made lunch tomorrow, Ann.” He added.
I nodded hesitantly with a little scoff. Really? Make him lunch? That wasn’t even in my job description. Maybe I should have argued, but I didn’t… I just wanted to be out of his sight as soon as possible as it felt so tense being under his scrutiny.
Quickly, I turned around and grabbed the door handle. I didn’t even remember if I had to pull or push, but somehow I made it out. “Bastard,” I cursed under my breath as I walked down the hallway.
** ** **
Mr. Blackwood chuckled as he watched her make her way out of the office, reeking of fear and discomfort. For some weird reason, he found pleasure in making her nervous. It felt good to humble her like that, because as far he was concerned, that girl had a tongue on her.
As the CEO stood up from the table and walked back to his office chair, he couldn’t help but wonder. Why did he pick interest in this one girl? There are so many girls, begging to be a part of his life, both from his past and present, eager to do his very command. Anna was not the first girl he had put in that spot, it pleased him to toy with women and fulfill each of his sexual fantasies with them.
Maxwell didn’t care about any of the ladies, he wasn’t desperate to keep or have them because he knew there was always a replacement. But with Anna, things were a bit different, she didn't even want him like the other women who desired him and yet Maxwell Blackwood was so intrigued by her, it is an understatement to say that he craves her, from the first day the CEO had set eyes on her. He just wanted to do wild things to her, on the bed, the couch, the office table, even in my personal sex chambers. It felt like she had warped his mind from the moment she turned down his offer and even threatened physical violence against him. But why does he lust for her this much?
Was it because of her face? Yes, Annabel was a pretty young woman, with those large round eyes that beckoned unto him, but Maxwell had seen prettier faces. Was it her Titties? Yes, the CEO was a sucker for boobs but she is not the first woman with nice perky looking boobs that he has come across, in fact he had seen better in his few years as an adult. It just makes no sense why he craves her this much, why he so desperately wanted to see her on her knees, worshiping his seven inch cock with her hands and tongue.
There is just this thing about her that had left him curious, left him eager to know more, and explore her further. It is a surprise that he hasn’t bent her over yet, even though it is what every drop of blood in his body was telling him to do. He had to put up so much restraint when she was around, but good lord, the things he would do to her.
As the CEO rolled his chair around unconsciously, he couldn’t begin to imagine the evil things he would do to her. Call him sick, but Maxwell Blackwood could not wait to fill her pretty holes with his cum, all three of them. He looked forward to watching her plead and beg him to stop while he goes harder on her. He wanted to hear her scream, or at least mumble out words with teary eyes when he pushed his shaft down her throat; the thought of it alone made his impatient third leg kick so hard. But the CEO was not going to rush into anything, he was going to take his time to enjoy it or just like the ladies before Ann, he might get bored of her too easily.
The CEO’s troubling thoughts were disrupted by the untimely arrival of his personal Secretary. She didn’t knock on the door, but then Anna had left it wide open and he hadn’t noticed until now. What does Megan want? And what is with the frown on her face?
