I watched her leave my office with her perfectly formed butt. It took all my control not to immediately grab her, push her to her knees and fuck her mouth hard.
Yes, you heard me right. My hands literally tingled at the thought. The way I then pull her up by the hair and bend over my desk to penetrate her roughly from behind.
I would punish her and slap her bare ass several times. I needed a whisky, badly, to clear my mind.
I poured the expensive, brownish liquid into a fine glass and added two ice cubes before returning to my chair behind my desk. I swirled the liquid in circles and took a deep gulp.
The ice-cold drink burned my esophagus and gave me a soothing feeling. Again I had to think of Alea. Alea Miles. No one has ever dared to speak to me like that before.
And certainly not in front of the assembled workforce. She literally showed me off. I was actually speechless and that has never happened before. How she put her microphone on the floor and just left the room.
I watched after her as did everyone else in the room. She looked incredibly sexy in that dress. It showed off her perfectly formed body. God meant well for her. Add to that her long wavy brown hair and that beautiful face. Her looks were definitely her weapon and the downfall of many men. I don't want to know how many men she has already turned heads.
On the same day I had her personnel file fetched to read it. She had an impressive resume. Best in class at the university. Excellent job reference. From this it was clear to me why she was given the position of team leader. Her temper, however, was anything but commendable. On the contrary. Either she was incredibly stupid and didn't know any better or she overestimated herself completely.
However, her appearance had consequences. In the board meeting, we considered whether we should terminate them directly or whether a warning would be better. I advocated a warning for you and your supervisor, Mr. Marker. At the same time, I announced that I would give her some extra work as punishment, so to speak. The other board members agreed with me. Of course they did. I was also the CEO and if I said or wanted something, nobody really dared to speak against it.
Nobody except Alea. I thought back to the moment when she was standing in my office and I was right across from her. I could feel her breath on the crook of my neck I was so close to her. I tower quite a bit over her and I could feel myself making her nervous. I could feel her little heart beating a lot faster.
Her scent befuddled me for a brief moment. So sweet and innocent. I caught myself relatively quickly, however, and threatened her in a barely audible whisper. At the same time I called her by the first name. I didn't care. She walked out of my office and I knew she understood my threat. But what she didn't know was the fact that it wasn't the last time we saw each other.
I'm curious to see how long it will be before she's back in my office and her temper gets the better of her because she's going to be overwhelmed with the extra work.
Pov. those
After meeting Mr. Silva, I immediately left the company. I decided I needed a drink right away so I went to Andy's in the bar. Once there, he immediately realized that I must be having a rough day. I sat down at the counter and he set me a martini.
I drank sorely, waiting for him to finish ordering drinks for some guests to tell him about my day or my last two hours. "He said little to you?" Andy repeated my story. I nodded. "Oh darling, he would have preferred to punish you differently than giving you a warning, believe me," Andy continued smugly.
I raised my eyebrows questioningly. "Oh come on Alea? I'm sure he would have liked to put you over his knee" Andy scoffed and laughed. I rolled my eyes.
"Stop it Andy, believe me, Mr. Silva hates me and I'm lucky not to have a resignation on my desk yet," I replied, clearly annoyed. "Of course sweetie," he winks at me.
After the second martini I decided to go home. Andy called me a taxi, which drove me to my apartment. Exhausted, I jumped into the shower and let the warm water run over me. After what felt like twenty minutes, I got out of the shower tray and dried off. I pulled on my oversized t-shirt that I always slept in and then slipped under my soft duvet. It only took a few seconds until I finally fell asleep.
The night was very restless. Or rather I was. Again and again I dreamed of none other than Mr. Silva. His dark brown eyes held me captive. I dreamed of the situation when he was so close to me and I could feel his breath on my skin. I dreamed of his smell and the way he looked at me. I imagined him sliding his hand slowly down my arm, very gently and carefully. How he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me to his chest so that no piece of paper fit between us. How I could feel every muscle in his body under his shirt.
He placed his mouth on the crook of my neck and began sucking my skin into his mouth, letting out a soft moan. I could feel my whole body tingling and my core starting to tingle. He took his mouth from my neck and moved it to my ear: "I'll take care of your punishment personally now," he murmured before putting his hands on my butt and lifting me up. We looked deep into each other's eyes and Mr. Silva carried me onto his fine leather couch. He carefully laid me down on her and knelt down in front of me before he pushed my pencil skirt up. He kissed my legs spot by spot and slowly traveled up my thighs until he was just in front of my vulva. I took a deep breath and watched his every move.
He looked deep into my eyes one last time and finally pressed his mouth directly onto my already wet middle. I gasped loudly. Bathed in sweat, I realized that I was lying in my bed and I was dreaming. Damn Alea.
What the hell are you dreaming about? And devil suits Mr. Silva quite well. That was probably due to Andy's words from tonight. Because Mr. Silva would like to punish me in a depraved way. Now I lie there and had a sex dream about this arrogant ass. I clapped my hands over my head and tried to steady my pulse.