10 Commandments

by Dark Angel

Clarise

  By the time Connor and I stroll inside the conference room, everyone’s already sitting at the large table. There’s a total of twelve people around the table (fourteen, now that Connor and I are here as well), and closed dossiers sit in front of each one of them.

  The board is made up of some of the toughest business operators in the world (and they all have deep pockets to match their toughness), and I can’t help but feel slightly intimidated as I take my seat at the top of the table, next to my father. Connor sits on the other side, nodding at the whole table.

  "Hello, gentlemen," he greets them all, his tone one of supreme confidence. If I didn’t know it, I could almost say that Connor was the CEO of the company.

  "Connor, Clarise," my father starts in a solemn tone. "I’ve already informed the board that Earl is no longer part of the company, so that’s taken care of."

  "An unfortunate matter of events," a grisly man at the end of the table says, his long white hair making him look like the business version of Hemingway. His name is John, but everyone just uses his surname, Sullivan. "But, if I’m allowed to say it, it’s for the better. He wasn’t cut out for this," he finishes, and a few more board members nod their agreement.

  "But still," Richard, another of the members, says. He’s still in his early fifties, not a single grey hair peeking from his perfectly combed hair, "we have to worry about the implications of what Earl was doing. If he was really involved in some illegal scheme, we have no idea if he has already pulled the company into something shady. We’ll have to review every single project he has worked on, and that --"

  "I’ve already taken care of that," Connor says, pushing his chair back and going up to his feet. Placing his closed fists on the table, he stands as tall as a God. "The moment I had my first suspicions about Earl, I started a thorough investigation. I personally reviewed every single transaction he was involved in. Despite his lack of success and profitability, there was nothing illegal about what he did. Now, if he had managed to make the company invest in Red Lion Aviation, there’d be trouble. But he was stopped before he could do any damage and, as such, everyone in this room is safe."

  "Now that’s impressive," Sullivan says, nodding his approval. "It seems that this young man really lives up to Edward’s reputation."

  "Thank you, sir," Connor smiles, sitting back down and looking at my father, waiting for him to address the board again.

  "It’s true," my father continues, "Connor’s been doing a great job ever since he started to work with us. But now, I have some important news to share with all of you. Taking into account what happened today, I’ve made an important decision."

  I notice a few of the board members shifting in their seats, anxious to see what kind of decision my father could've made in such a short amount of time, but they seem to relax as my father opens up into a smile.

  "Six months from now, I’ll be vacating my position as head of the company," he says, and that anxiousness creeps upon the face of the board members once more. With my father stepping down, who the hell is going to take the helm of the company? Earl was the one pegged to be his successor, but with him out of the picture… Unless…

  Oh.

  Can it be?

  "During these six months, my daughter will be acting as interim CEO. After that, she’ll take the reigns of this company," he gives everyone a moment to allow what he said to sink in, and then he places one hand on my shoulder. "Despite being the leader of my family, I never realized the kind of man Earl was. If Connor and Clarise hadn’t stopped him, this company would've ended up becoming a ruin. As such, it’s time I step down and give my daughter what she deserves. I propose we move to a vote."

  "Very well," Sullivan says, leaning back against his chair and grinning. "I vote yes," he continues, raising one hand up in the air. "I just don’t understand what took you so long, Jonathan. Clarise has been doing a tremendous job ever since she started assisting this board, and I can’t think of anyone else to follow after you."

  "Seconded," Richard says, nodding solemnly and raising his hand up in the air. One after the other, all members of the board raise their hands. I watch it happen with my jaw hanging open, barely believing what’s happening right in front of my eyes. Is this a dream?

  To have my Connor by my side would suffice to make this the greatest day of my life, but now this… Seriously, can someone die of happiness? Because I’m afraid that might happen right now.

  "I don’t even know what to say…" I start, going up to my feet and addressing the board.

  "If I were you," my father says, "I’d keep Connor as your senior adviser." He smiles at me, and then gives me a heartfelt wink.

  "That’s an excellent idea. If Connor still wants the position, of course," I say, looking at him hopefully. He just smiles back at me and nods, no words needed for him to reply.

  "With that done, then… I want to announce that I intend to follow my father’s philosophy. The company will slowly transition into new markets. We’ll start with merchant banking and shipping, and we’ll go from there. Our focus will be on building a legacy, not on turning profit at all cost. I believe that if we focus on legacy, the money will follow. No need to sacrifice our integrity to stuff our bank accounts."

  "Now that’s quite a speech for a CEO," Sullivan says with a grin, and then he leads a round of applause. I just stand there, looking at the scene in front of me and barely believing it.

  This is the best day of my life.

  Connor

  "Oh my God, I still can’t believe it," Clarise squeals, jumping into my arms. We’re in her father’s office again, and now we’re behind a locked door. "Me, CEO? What the hell just happened in there?" she continues, her eyes shining with joy.

  "Are you really that surprised"? I laugh, holding her hands and making her spin around the room. "Because I’m not." I pull her into me again, my lips finding her fast. "You deserve it, Clarise… It was only a matter of time until your father would see it."

  "Yeah, my father…" she says, lowering her gaze. I can see her becoming lost in her own thoughts, and so I place two fingers under her chin and force her to look up at me.

  "Hey, don’t worry about your father. He’s still a bit shaken up, and that’s understandable. After all, it was a lot to take in. But he’s right; he’s not exactly in the best frame of mind to lead the company. You’re the one to do it."

  "Well… Me and you," she tells me, finally cracking a smile. "After all, I want you by my side every single hour of the day, Mr. Senior Adviser."

  "I live to serve, my esteemed Chief Executive Officer," I tease her, a whole future with her by my side playing behind my eyes. And to think that a few months ago I believed I’d never share my life with a woman; who would’ve said that, by now, I’d be head over heels with someone like Clarise?

  "Oh, you better serve me right too," she teases me right back. "Because I’m a very, very, demanding lady…"

  "How demanding?"

  "The kind of demanding that keeps you awake at night," she says, lowering her voice into a whisper and then biting down on her lower lip.

  "That’s disappointing; only at night? I thought that someone like you would be demanding 24/7, not just during the night," I continue to tease her, sliding one hand down the side of her body and grabbing her ass firmly.

  "Don’t tempt me. You might get more than you bargained for." Running her fingers down the length of my tie, she pulls me into her and we kiss again, our tongues finding each other for a long, wet, dance. As we kiss, I start pushing her back, and I only stop when her ass is pressed against the edge of the desk.

  "I’d like to see that, Clarise… I really would."

  "Haven’t seen enough?" she laughs, slowly loosening the knot on my tie. "We’ve already done a lot, you know?"

  "But now we have so much time … I think we can do more. So much more," I tell her, resting one hand on her knee and sliding it up to the hemline of her dress. I stop right before I slide my hand underne
ath it, enjoying the way her eyes seem to narrow in anticipation. She’ll be a hungry woman for life, there’s no doubt about that. And you know what? That’s exactly the kind of woman I need her to be. After so many years of celibacy, I have a lot of catching up to do.

  "What do you say we get out of here?" she tells me suddenly, pursing her lips and looking into my eyes. "I want to show you my bedroom…"

  "That’s funny… I don’t think I’ve ever shown you my bedroom either."

  "Let me call the limo," she breathes out, jumping down from the desk and walking around it. Sinking down in her father’s seat, she leans back against it and grabs the phone there.

  "Can you get me the limo? Yeah, I need it now," she says into the phone, her eyes never leaving mine as she speaks. "It’s done," she says as she puts the phone down, once more going up to her feet.

  "Good, I can’t wait to see what kind of sheets you have on your bed," I imagine that, once we’re done, the sheets on her bed will be the sweaty kind of sheets. Which is fine, very fine.

  "Pink sheets. I’m a princess after all, didn’t you know?" she starts walking toward the door, holding my hand and dragging me after her.

  "Well, you’re my princess," I shoot back and, before she manages to get the door open, I stop her. "Why don’t we christen this office first?" I tease her, pulling her back into my arms.

  "That’s not a bad idea…" she whispers, and she seems to consider it for a second. "But no, I want to do it when it’s my name hanging on the door, not my father’s. That just seems kinda wrong."

  "As wrong as fucking in a church?"

  "And in a chapel," she laughs, and I finally let her get to the door, mentally noting down in my schedule that, once she has her name on this door, I’ll have to fuck her right on the desk behind me. In fact, I think that as her adviser, her first official act must be to pleasure me…

  God, I can already imagine her naked back sprawled on the desk, all the folders on top of it being swept off to the floor. I wonder if the walls in here are soundproof… Ah, fuck it, I doubt we’ll able to resist the urge to fuck even if everyone on this floor hears us. Sure, that might not be the best course of action for a CEO on her first day on the job, but what the hell… It isn’t like I’ve done all the right things either, and everything turned out alright.

  "Come on, let’s go," she says, derailing my train of thought. "There’s something I want to confess to you once we get home…" She bats her eyelids as she says it, and I can tell exactly what kind of confession is on her mind.

  "Then you better be ready to pay the penance."

  "Oh, I was born ready."

  Clarise

  "I can’t wait to get home…" I repeat as the elevator doors close in on us. I press the button that’ll take us to the ground floor, and a second later the metallic box we’re in starts its descent.

  "Fuck, I’ll fuck you right here," he chuckles, pushing me back against the wall and pinning my arms over my head.

  "I doubt we’ll have the time for that…" I chuckle back at him, running my tongue between my lips as my heart starts racing inside my chest. Mm, if only we could stop the elevator without raising any suspicions… But no, I completely forgot to use the executive elevator reserved for us higher ups, and so we're taking one of the regular ones. If this elevator stops working out of the blue, people are going to start asking questions.

  "There’s no way I’m going to survive the drive home, then," he sighs playfully, letting go of my arms and allowing his hands down the side of my body. Cupping my ass cheeks, he pulls me into him and I gasp as I feel the rock hard cock hiding under his pants.

  Yeah, judging by how hard he is, there’s no way we’re going to survive the drive home. I almost regret leaving the office, but then I remember something very important.

  "You know, the back of the limo is soundproof," I whisper, taking my hand straight to his crotch. Curling my fingers around his hard cock, I give it one hard squeeze. "Do you think you can wait till we’re in the limo?"

  "That depends… Can you wait?" he shoots right back at me, his cock throbbing hard against my fingers.

  "I’ll have to, won’t I? But don’t worry… Once we’re there, I’m going to take real good care of you," I continue, moving my hand back and forth and stroking him over the fabric of his pants.

  "Yeah? And how are you going to do that?" he asks me defiantly, and my first response is to press so hard on his cock that he groans.

  "Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?" I purr, massaging both his cock and balls as the numbers on the electronic panel mounted overhead crawl downwards, signaling that we’re already in the middle of the building. "Maybe I’ll stroke you hard… Or maybe I’ll use my tight little mouth, wrap my lips around your cock, and suck on it until you cum. How does that sound?"

  "That… that sounds good," he replies, breathing faster now.

  "Or maybe I’ll let you cum inside my pussy… Or inside my ass. God knows I enjoy all these things," I continue once again tightening my grip on his cock so hard that he can’t help but groan.

  "You’re driving me fucking insane, Clarise. I might have to fuck you right now," he threatens me, the tone of his voice letting me know that he isn’t joking. Yeah, if I keep teasing him like this, he might push me against the wall and fuck me like a champion, and I think that even if a swarm of people stepping inside the elevator as we fucked, he wouldn’t stop. He’d just keep going at it, fucking me relentlessly.

  "I can see that," I laugh, finally letting go of his cock and taking one step back. As much as I want him to do it, we can’t risk going at it in here. What kind of image would it give to my soon-to-be employees? Soon enough I’d have to adopt a you-can-fuck-in-the-elevators policy. Somehow, I doubt that would help me turn into the Boss of the Year. But, then again, it might not be such a bad measure.

  "Thank God," Connor breathes out as the elevator doors slide open, their ding signaling that we’ve finally arrived at the ground floor. Grabbing me by the hand, he drags me out to the hallway, and we start walking fast toward the exit.

  I can already see the black limo parked out front, our driver waiting for us like a statue, ready to open the door at a moment’s notice. The moment he sees us walking through the glass doors of the building, he fulfills his purpose and opens the door with a nod.

  "Thank you," Connor and I say at the same time, and then we take our seats inside the limo as if we don't have a single minute to waste. The moment the driver closes the door, it feels as if I’ve stepped into a whole new dimension, one where everything goes, and by everything, I mean fuck-until-you-drop.

  "Finally," Connor exhales, turning on his seat to face me. "Now, what about that confession you wanted to make?"

  "Well," I start, grabbing the hem of my dress and lifting it up slightly, showing him the drenched fabric of my dress. "I’ve been hiding this for ages," I tell him, rubbing the palm of my hand over the wetness between my thighs. "I was so wet that I was losing my sanity… I was a breath away from asking you to fuck me in front of the whole boardroom."

  "And why didn’t you?"

  "Now that I think of it, I should’ve," I laugh, inching closer to him and resting one hand on his knee. I slide my fingers toward his inner thigh, my heart tightening up as I realize that this time there’ll be no breaks for our lust. Oh, no, we’re going full-throttle this time. There’s no employees to interrupt us, calls to take, or memos to read… No, right now it’s just me and him.

  And that sounds like the most perfect thing in the world, doesn’t it?

  "I love you, Connor… You’re everything to me," I breathe out as I lean in to kiss him, small electric sparks making my body heat up.

  "I love you…" he whispers back at me with a smile. And, this time, it’s a genuine one: there’s no sadness hiding behind his lips and eyes.

  Just pure happiness.

  Clarise

  As soon as the limo starts rolling down the New York streets, it’s on. I feel the purr of the
engine, and that’s enough to drown out all thoughts; right now, I’m working on instinct alone.

  My heart races, my breathing becomes heavier, and my mind spins. I feel a strong urge taking hold of me and I know, at last, how it feels to be dominated by overwhelming passion. I've never been a big believer in love and all that, but now… Ah, now I’m a believer.

  God, being with Connor was so impossibly good, but now that we’ve opened up to each other about how we feel, now that there are no more roadblocks in our way… Ah, feeling this good should be illegal!

  Leaning into me, Connor presses his lips on mine and seals that thought. I allow my hands to fall around his waist and pull him to me. My lips dance with his and all that I can feel is a mad desire bursting inside of me. With his hands on my back, he breaks the kiss to plant his lips on my neck. I let my head fall back and close my eyes, sighing. Small waves of pleasure roam through my body, fresh and effervescent sensations filling all my senses.

  I want him, I need him.

  How many men have kissed me before? Only his kiss makes me feel this way, uncontrollable and at the mercy of desire. If I knew that I’d be crossing paths with Connor, you can believe me when I say that I’d have remained a virgin. Why waste my time with someone sub-par?

  I feel my pussy growing wet (well, wetter), a hot and voracious burning feeling between my legs, a craving for more, much more pleasure. Without waiting a second more, his hands slip from my back to my waist and, in an instant, he plants his hand between my legs, pressing hard against my pussy. I moan, biting my lower lip almost unconsciously; for the first time in my life I’m with a man who I know will never leave my side, and I’m being guided by something more natural and wild than everything I’ve ever known.

  I put my hand on his neck and pull his face close to mine; I look into his eyes, feeling his heavy breathing on my face, and finally pull him in and kiss him. It’s a kiss of madness and delight, a fierce and uncontrolled union of lips. I lace my fingers through his hair and bite his lip lightly as his fingers land on the hemline of my dress. Predicting his intentions, a giant tidal wave of anticipation washes over me and I shudder. He doesn’t wait for me to give him the go ahead and simply slides his hand under the fabric; I lean against the seat, and there, in the numb silence of the limo, I let him slide his hand up my inner thigh and straight toward my thong, my pussy so wet I’m seconds away from having my fluids dripping down my thighs.