Cade pulled me into my room without breaking the kiss. His kiss wasn't gentle; it was a claiming kiss. Which trailed from my jawline down to my neck, stopping to suckle as well.

He peppered kisses from my neck down to my hardened nipple and traced his tongue around my swollen bud, squeezing, flicking, and sucking.

"Let me worship you like the queen that you are Isla".His voice was a low vibration that echoed within me.

"Allow me to bend you, baby, let me hear my name on your lips" He muttered against my stomach

His fingers found the tie of my robe and loosened it. The silk robe fell open and his fingers dug into my pussy making me squirm and my back arched off the bed with a gasp.

"Cade..."I moaned.

He kept on working my vaginal walls circling his thumb on my sensitive bud as his teeth grazed my earlobe. Pushing his finger deeper while stretching and preparing me, he deepened the kiss, his thumb left my pussy  to twist and tease my hardened bud. I cried out in bliss.

"You're so wet for me baby" he whispered as he pulled out his fingers bringing them to his lips while sucking them off. The sight was so erotic that a fresh wave of desire pooled low in my belly.

Cade tugged the robe off my shoulders as he dove down my nether lips, with one sharp snap he took off my panties and replaced them with his hot incessant lips.

"Oh my Gosh Cade...please" my fingers found their way to his silky hair as I pushed his head deeper. Steadying my thighs with both hands, he inserted his tongue into my wet pussy and lapped on my juices eliciting the most unholy sounds from me

"I want you, Cade "I begged.

A dark smirk covered his lips"Say that again"

"Cade please"

"Please, tell me what you want baby," He said lifting his head, his lips were glistening

Fuck me Cade please" I pleaded, shameless in my need.

"It's a good thing we're not at the estate" he smirked

"Why is that?"I asked looking confused

"So no one can hear you scream while I fuck that tight pussy of yours".

At this point I couldn't wait anymore, Cade rose above me as he positioned himself. The broad head of his cock pressed against my entrance pushing his thick cock into my tight pussy. I gasped at the size as his dick stretched me. He plunged his cock slowly, relentlessly into my tight walls as I  pulled him closer using my legs tangled around him so I could feel all of him.

My eyes fluttered open as I looked down on his hips where we've been joined. I could feel his cock twitch in excitement as he stroked me slowly, agonizing in pure torture, gliding his tip in and out, and pushing back.

He lifted his hips and stayed above me for a while, I dug my nails into his broad shoulders silently begging him in silent desperate plea to fill me back. He answered by slamming his cock picking up a pace, his breath on my neck as he groaned my name. It took everything in me not to come undone beneath him immediately.

Cade maintained a steady deep rhythm, pushing his hard thick cock in and out, both hands palming my breasts as he continued to pound me tirelessly. My mind went cloudy with lust and ecstasy overflowing me to the brim.

His cock slammed deeper into my sensitive parts hitting places I never knew existed within me sparking fireworks within me. I stared into his dark, hungry gaze, muffling my moans by biting my lower lip.

It was as if Cade could read my thoughts because without wasting time breaking his rhythm, he rubbed my clit in tight, frantic circles and kept on pounding. The added pleasure intensified and edged me closer to my orgasm. My body quivered as I squeezed my inner muscles tighter around his cock while he pounded me, the wet sound of his balls hitting me filled the room harmonizing with his husky groans.

His thrusts became rapid and erratic, my fingers squeezing the sheets as I allowed the wave of my first orgasm of the night to hit me, swirling as I convulsed underneath Cade releasing a blinding and shattering flood of ecstasy.

I knew he was close as his thrusts were harder. In a swift, shocking motion, Cade pulled his dick out and spilled on my boobs and stomach.

He looked down on me, sexy, and hot; his chest heaving. An impulsive thought quickly came to my mind as I spread his cum, the evidence of our passionate night around my boobs, and brought my glistening fingers to my lips licking them off.

The satiated sexy look Cade had was replaced with a dark, primal look.

His cock which was beginning to soften hardened against my thigh.

"Turn over Isla," he commanded. His voice was a deep rasp."Get on all fours".

---

We had a passionate night and I barely got time to sleep until morning.

I got up to pee and could barely walk properly as my pussy tingled while I moved. After brushing my teeth and taking a quick shower, I stepped back into my room and was greeted by Cade standing butt naked in front of me, his already cock pointed towards me making me squeeze my legs. He noticed and smirked.

"We should shower together next time, get ready, we have a flight to catch," he said, throwing on his clothes. With one final knowing glance, he stepped out of my room.

My phone buzzed with strings of messages from Sab. I carefully opened them and was stunned.

I was trending on social media, a picture of me and Cade kissing was displayed with the caption: "Cade's new plaything?"

The air left my lungs as I stared motionless.

I couldn't breathe as I got a text from an unknown number saying: "I'M CLOSE, YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE".

Everything changed in an instant. The ground suddenly felt unsteady beneath my feet and my reality shifted.

One minute I was staring at Cade's retreating, my body still humming from his touch and reeling in ecstasy; the next I was plunged into a reality of shock and terror.

My phone felt heavier than usual as sweat trickled down my spine with uneven breaths while I stared at the photo of Cade and me, locked in a desperate kiss. My head was thrown back, his hands tangled in my curls while both legs gripped his waist. My stomach churned from embarrassment. 

The picture was a bit blurry, taken from afar but it was unmistakably us. The caption burned my eyes, making them water:" Cade's new plaything?"

"Plaything" The air left my lungs violently. The word ruined a sensual, blissful experience, and all it mattered to me. 

My career, my professional reputation suddenly torn apart in a single viral moment. The hate comments, and death threats from unknown numbers.

My life is royally screwed from the public humiliation unfolding online. I let the tears flow freely.

"Isla, you ready? The car would be here soon" Cade's voice laced with authority came from the other side of the door.

I couldn't let him see me cry as I wiped my tears and hurriedly tried to put myself together.

"Isla?" Cade called impatiently.

"Just a minute sir" My voice strained as I scrambled into my clothes. I felt every ache and sensation while I picked my clothes from the floor; a reminder of my night with my boss.

How stupid of me.

I looked at myself in the mirror trying to hide my red marks from the rest of the world. 

My eyes are puffy from crying, my lips swollen from kisses. I didn't look like a respected historian. It looked like the caption described me as a "plaything".

I splashed cold water on my face, fixed my hair, and applied a little blush on my cheeks. I had a job to do at the Thorne's estate.

I finally opened the door with a straight face that was ready to crack. 

"I hate to be kept waiting" His voice boomed in the hallway. The hunger in his eyes is now replaced with a sharp pointed look that screams "business".

"I'm sorry s.."

"Meet me downstairs," he said cutting me off and staring intently at me, softness returning to his eyes.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

"Yes sir, just tired" I lied

A smirk spread across his lips as he muttered "You should".

--

The flight back home was painfully silent. We sat in the plush seat of his private jet, the space between us was filled with everything we weren't saying. The memory of our bodies, our sweat mixed, his release on my boobs, how he made me say daddy repeatedly while he fucked me from the back. It all hung in the air, thick and unacknowledged 

He worked from his tablet, frowning at his documents. I could tell that he was stressed. His two top buttons were undone and all I wanted to do was just...

"Get a grip Isla"

I scolded myself and stared out the window at the endless clouds, seeing only the word "I'M CLOSE" which sent Cold shivers down my spine giving me goosebumps and forcing me into a deep sleep.

I woke up with a soft tap on the shoulder.

"Ma'am, we've arrived at the estate,"  the chauffeur said holding the door while I blinked in confusion.

"Mr Cade carried you to the car" I nodded as I watched him walk to the estate door.

Getting down, I tried to catch up with him walking in hurried steps as he continued striding towards the door.

He twisted the doorknob and stopped making me bump into his broad back.

He eyed me suspiciously and shoved his hands into his pocket."Isla about last night..." he spoke, his voice stiff not breaking eye contact.

"It was a mistake that can't happen again, the foundation project is way too important to be ruined by some...Isla, pretend it never happened."

I stood motionless remembering one word "plaything".

--

The longest walk of my life was from the front door of the Thorne estate to my office which Eleanor showed me before I went on my trip with Cade. It felt eerily silent and comfortable. I had a work laptop, a work phone on my desk, and some files.

I immediately got to work, the quicker I finished this job, the better for me and my mental health. I sorted out some files and pieced together some letters which I planned to take home to arrange. Going through some business transactions receipts, I failed to notice a shadow cast on my desk until a man cleared his throat; a soft apologetic sound.

"Mr Lucan" I stood up straightening my skirt, extending my hand for a shake.

"Miss Campbell... Luke if you like me, Lucan if you don't" He said kissing the back of my hand.

"Mr Thorne, it's nice to have you...have a seat please" He gave me a cheeky smile while my stomach growled loudly.

"Someone's hungry... Miss Campbell have you had a proper meal today or baby brother doesn't feed you? Lucan asked making me feel more embarrassed.

"I..."

"Meet me downstairs Isla, I don't like to wait," Lucan said cutting me short. I grabbed my bag and joined him downstairs whilst trying to ignore an angry Cade. I wondered why they hate themselves so much and I was going to find out

"Isla, it seems you have no work to do?" Cade spat, cocking his eyebrows.

"Relax brother, it's her lunch break she'd be back in no time" Lucan retorted with a pat on Cade's shoulders.

"Isla, to my office now!"Cade's voice boomed as he clenched his fist. I could feel the tension rising and a smirk on Eleanor's face, wondering whose side she was on.

"Don't be a killjoy" Lucan said in between laughs as he pulled me into his parked limousine.

Cade stormed into the mansion, with an indifferent Eleanor trying to catch up.

The car ride was a world away from Cade's tense silent treatment, sandalwood scent, and Eleanor's pointed stare. Guess she has seen the comments and told her boss already.

"You look like you're on your way to your execution, not some lunch break," Lucan said, gazing at me.

I unclenched my hand in my lap, took a deep breath, and relaxed my back on the posh seats.

The car glided to a halt outside the elegant restaurant. Lucan didn't wait for the chauffeur, instead, he opened my door himself and guided me inside with a light hand on the small of my back.

We sat at a quiet secluded table. I nervously checked my phone since it's been vibrating in my bag.

Three missed calls from Sab, she probably wants the latest gists. I'd call her back, I thought, shoving the phone back into my bag.

Lucan began after we ordered "Now let's talk about why a professional historian is sorting through old, dusty receipts and being publicly humiliated by my brother's...

"You've seen it?"I flinched in my seat.

"The photo? It's hard to miss. The Thorne family has a dedicated gossip column. Isla, my point is that the word does discredit you. I read your paper on Venetian trade routes. It was brilliant. You shouldn't be Cade's secret shame."

I bowed my head in disappointment.

"But my prized asset," he added.

I blinked in confusion."The foundation project is important Mr Thorne, and I intend to see it through"

"I admire your loyalty, even when misplaced." He leaned forward, his eyes intense and sincere.

"Come work for me," he whispered.

I nearly choked on my water. "What!!"

I'm starting a new venture Isla, a private archival and acquisition firm that includes clients who need experts like you to authenticate and procure historical artifacts."

I remained calm trying to process everything.

"It's the work you were born to do."He added, reaching for my hand on the table.

"And not playing secretary to a man who can't keep his hands off his employees. The pay is double what Cade is giving you Miss Campbell and the reputation... well, it would be built on your hard work, not your... associations."

The offer hung in the air, captivating and dangerous at the same time. It was everything I wanted. My one shot at fulfillment. But it felt like betrayal.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur of delicious food and Lucan's persuasive conversations. By the time we were done, it was pouring heavily and Lucan had to rush to work. He insisted on taking me back to the mansion but I declined because I needed some time alone.

He gave me his card and told me to call him if I had a change of heart.

The heavy downpour was replaced by a drizzle and I decided to walk home instead of taking a cab. Ten minutes later and I'm drenched from the "drizzle"

Should have just let Lucan drop me off, I thought inwardly.

I fumbled with my keys before pushing the apartment door open while taking off my shoes and setting them aside.

"Sab...I could use some hot coffee" I said as I stepped into the dining area.

"I'm sorry Isla... I called" Sabrina said throwing me into a state of confusion.

"Enjoyed your lunch?

My heart leaped into my throat and I was met with my infamous boss. He was still in his suit, but his tie was gone, and his top button undone. The look in his eyes was not of business but primal and raw.

"Mr. Cade, what are you doing here? How did you get in?"

The missed calls from Sab; she wasn't going to gossip but was trying to warn me.

He moved towards me with a slow predatory gaze."You let Lucan of all people take you out after I warned you"

"You don't own me" I whispered, my body trembling, but not from the cold.

"Don't I?" He said moving towards me. His scent envelops my nose. His fingers traced the wet fabric of my blouse making my nipple harden against my bra, his touch burning my skin as he traced His fingers down my arm.

"Isla, I wouldn't be back till tomorrow" Sab yelled winking at me and mouthing "Have fun"

"Let me go, you need to let me go Mr Thorne" I tried to free myself from Cade but he grabbed me with both hands and pulled me closer.

" I know I told you to forget everything and it was a mistake, but Isla, seeing you with him...I can't forget. I can still taste you on my lips" His confession made me weak.

All the confusion, hurt, and humiliation melted under the heat of his gaze."I need to feel you..." He breathed on my neck, his palm squeezing my boobs. A gasp escaped me but it was swallowed by his mouth as he crashed his lips onto mine. He dove his tongue down my throat, grabbed my ass while pressing his hard bulge against my crotch. 

I was pressed against the wall while Cade continued devouring my mouth in a frantic, desperate, jealous rage. He slipped his hand under my shirt and ripped off my bra in one swift motion. I hesitated for a moment, making him slap my ass, causing me to moan and finally kissing him back.

One hand was at the back of my head holding me in place and the other was traveling down my skirt fondling my pussy. He bent me over the dining table, raising my skirt and spanking my ass.

"You're mine," He growled above me

"Tell me you're mine," He said, guiding his hard cock to my wet entrance making both of us moan. 

I was lost, my whole being shaken with desire and need for one thing I can't seem to get enough of "My boss' cock"

"Who do you belong to Isla?" he demanded, pulling my hair back while tightening his grip on my hair.

"You daddy, I belong to you," I said, biting my lower lip, and waited for him. He teased my wet pussy with his two fingers before sliding in.

"Never forget you're mine" He commanded, driving harder and deeper into me.

I let out a loud moan and gripped the table as he began pounding relentlessly with his palm placed carefully around my neck followed by his deep moans.

He turned me to face him and lifted up while walking towards my room. He carefully laid me on the bed, and continued with his torturous stroke sending me to the ninth cloud.

As we lay breathless still tangled in the sheets, bodies covered in sweat, the rain pattering on the window; Lucan's offer a million miles away, I drifted off in my own world; I was still his plaything and in the heat of his touch, a part of me was terrified to admit how much I still crave it.

And before my eyelids finally shut, I heard a faint "I'm sorry baby" whispered against my ear.