by H. L. Swan
I have on a navy-blue dress, short but still business casual. I’m somehow managing not to break my neck in a pair of tall black heels. I went shopping yesterday and got a few new outfits. I attempted to slip away and pay on my own but when Howard saw me, he took my wallet with a laugh and gave Aiden’s black card to the cashier.
There aren’t too many people in the office. Everyone mostly keeps to themselves, getting their work done. I’m not alone though, my shadow follows me everywhere. I really enjoy having Howard around, he may be quiet but he’s respectful. He cares about me. Whenever I step out, I see his salt and pepper hair peeking around the corner, checking in.
My phone rings around lunch time.
“Emilia speaking, how may I help you?” I laugh.
“My office. Now.” Aiden says, his tone firm.
I smooth my dress out and run my fingers through my hair before I walk to his office. He looks so sexy sitting behind his large desk. So…powerful.
“Am I in trouble?” I tilt my head with a blush and let out a small laugh.
A half smile creeps up his face. “Door.”
I close it behind me, turning the lock when he raises an eyebrow. He beckons me over, gesturing to his lap. I obey, straddling him, my dress riding up in the process.
He eyes me admiringly, his hands on my waist. “I like the new dress I bought you.” He smiles.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t like you buying me things. It makes me feel guilty,” I tell him for the hundredth time since I’ve met him.
He throws his head back in laughter. “You see my accounts. You know how much money I have.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “Exactly, Aiden. It’s your money. You work so hard for it. Once I get my paycheck, you’re not paying for anything anymore.”
I mean it.
He brushes it off. “Nonsense. I love,” He rubs his long hand down my arm gently, “seeing you in things that my money paid for.” He places a kiss on the swell of my breasts peeking out of the dress. “It turns me on.”
I bite my lip.
He laughs. “But I’m going to fire all men working here, so they don’t stare at you.”
I look at him with narrowed eyes, unable to tell if he’s joking. “I hope you’re playing, because I’ll just quit.” I smile.
He holds his hands up. “Okay, okay. I’m teasing. But don’t you think this is a little short when you’re around other guys all day?” He tugs on the fabric.
“You hate it?” I pout, my tone sad.
A half-smile curves his lips. “Actually, it’s my favorite. I’ve been imagining how it’d look on the floor since I saw you this morning.” He nibbles on my collarbone.
“I have to get back.” My nerves get the better of me, afraid someone may hear.
“Shh, I’m your boss. You do what I say right, Ms. Banks?” His voice is gruff.
I bite my lips. He looks so good, and I’ve been wanting him all day. “There are people here,” I lower my voice to a whisper.
He grips my waist and rocks me against him. Shit.
“Do as I say,” He demands, his eyes twinkling.
I gulp when he twists my hair around his hand and pulls me to the floor.
“I want your mouth around me. It’s all I could think about all day.”
I sit on my knees, hidden underneath his desk. He unzips his pants and pulls himself out. Taking in a deep breath to still my nerves, I lean forward, sucking his already erect cock as he relaxes in his chair. His hand guides my movements.
A knock has me tensing but I continue pleasuring him.
Aiden stiffens. “Busy.”
The door clicks open and I lift my head slightly, confused.
Aiden’s fingers dig into my hair. He’s short of breath, “Ricky? What the fuck man. I said I’m busy.”
I hear shoes tapping against the floor, I must have not locked the door properly.
“I know, I know. But I needed your advice.” Ricky’s tone is pleading.
He isn’t going to leave anytime soon.
With the fear of it being another coworker gone, I decide to have a little fun. It’s not often I see Aiden squirm. I take in as much of his cock as I can into my mouth without gagging and suck hard, trailing my tongue around his shaft.
He lets out a small moan, gripping my hair tighter. “Go. Ricky.” Aiden growls.
“I wanted to take Ashley out, somewhere nice. But I can’t think of any place. Please, man.”
I continue sucking, humming silently.
Panting, Aiden leans back in his chair. “Emilia is sucking me off under the desk right now.”
I stop, surprised. Ricky remains silent before bursting into laughter. I look up at Aiden and see an uneven smile. Fuck, he wins.
“That’s my cue.”
The door closes and I swat Aiden’s leg, scolding lightly, “Why did you tell him?”
He laughs before tugging on my hair, pulling my mouth back to him. He pushes down on the back of my head, forcefully guiding me down his length. He growls. “I knew what you were doing.”
I moan.
I love when he takes control. And he always takes control.
“Trying to catch me off guard…I think you forget who’s in charge here.” He shoves me down and I feel him deep in my throat as he unloads.
∞∞∞
Working for Aiden the past couple of weeks has been amazing.
But I’ve been dreading today.
Meeting my father’s killer for the first time.
It’s a cool morning. Aiden holds me close, escorting me to the car. I slide into the backseat and Aiden gets in beside me, pulling me tight against him. I have on a very conservative business casual jumpsuit, not wanting Aiden fighting with prisoners while I face my demons.
The loud clanking of metal doors opening and closing echoes throughout the prison. The visitation process passes by in a blur. Muffled sounds close in on me as I wait to walk into the room. I had assumed we’d be behind a glass wall, talking on a phone, like in the movies.
I was wrong.
The officer ushers us into an open room. There are ten tables with chairs surrounding each one. Similar to a small cafeteria. A dad is getting a visit from his wife and children on one side, and on the other, I see a man facing away from us.
Thomas.
Hesitantly, I walk up to the table, using Aiden’s arm for support. He slides my chair out and I sit, staring at my hands, too afraid to look up. I wish Mom was here with me, but I didn’t dare tell her. She would’ve flipped.
I look over to make sure Howard is close by. I’ve rarely seen any emotions on his face, but his eyes are glued to Thomas. His expression is angry, but Aiden…his expression is killer. Animalistic, as he stares down the man who murdered my father.
Now, it’s my turn.
I’ve never seen him in person as I was too scared to go to the court hearings. I saw his blurry mugshot in the paper once, never on the news though... I couldn’t bear to look while my mom watched the segments. I expected to see a monster, yet I didn’t. Asides from his orange jumpsuit and shackles, he looks…normal.
My hands shake as he looks into my eyes, his expression thoughtful. Aiden taps the table and Thomas’s attention snaps to him.
Aiden proceeds to set the rules. “Look down, unless she asks you to look at her. Don’t speak, unless she asks you to speak to her. If you make her uncomfortable in any way, I won’t hesitate to take you out. Do you understand?” His tone is intimidating.
Thomas bows his head, but I note a smile playing on his lips. His expression is blank when he lifts his head and he doesn’t look at me.
I take a deep breath. I had concocted a solid one-sided conversation in my head on the ride here, but now…with him, in front of me, my thoughts are jumbled. I can’t put the pieces together.
Deep breaths.
“All I want to say,” I pause, gathering my courage. “Look at me.” He obeys, his smokey eyes look back at me. “I wanted to let you know that yo
u not only ended my father’s life, you ended a lot of other things too.”
I sit up straighter, taking courage from Aiden’s reassuring hand interlaced with mine. “My mom lost the love of her life, and I don’t say that lightly. Their love has no boundaries. My father never got to attend my high school graduation, he never got to send me off to college. He will never get to walk me down the aisle.” I choke on my last words and Aiden rubs his thumb along my shaking hand.
Thomas bows his head, looking up when Aiden taps the table in warning, his expression is pained.
It infuriates me.
“I don’t know why they’re releasing you. You don’t deserve to see the light of day again. You’ll never have the kind of life my dad lived. You are nothing. No one. A drunk. My father was an honorable man. He was protecting this city, but evil men like you are everywhere. I know what it’s like now.” He cocks his head to the side. “I know what it’s like for your life to be in danger. I’ve faced men like you. Fuck you.”
With that, I burst into tears.
Aiden leans me into his shoulder before gesturing for the guards.
“She’s done,” He says to Howard.
I nod.
Thomas clears his throat and looks at me. “What do y–”
“Don’t you dare fucking speak.” Aiden’s voice booms through the quiet room.
My eyes are blurry, but I can see Aiden’s chest rising and falling as he attempts to calm himself. I’ve said what I needed to and now, I just want to get out.
I clutch onto Aiden’s hand as we make our way to the parking lot. He gets a phone call and lets go of my hand for a moment. Still unbalanced by my emotions and tear-soaked vision, I clumsily trip over my own feet and fall face first onto the pavement. I scream slightly, throwing my hand out to catch myself.
Aiden is by my side in a flash, concern all over his face. “Babe, what happened?”
“I’m clumsy.” I shake my head, not wanting to admit that him holding me gives me so much strength and courage that when he let go, I couldn’t physically hold myself up any longer. I know I’m a strong girl, but I need him right now. I have no shame in that.
Aiden examines the damage before scooping me up and depositing me in the backseat, snapping at Howard to grab the first aid kit.
“Don’t snap at him!” I scold lightly, but Aiden ignores me.
Howard holds out the alcohol and gauze, which Aiden snatches and begins cleaning me up. I pull away and shoot him a look.
“Thank you.”
Howard nods, uncomfortable with even the slightest appreciative words.
I let out a small laugh. Even though it’s brief, it warms my cheeks.
After I’m cleaned and bandaged – only minor scratches, but I still look beautiful, Aiden claims – he holds me while Howard drives us home.
I’m ready for this shit day to be over.
∞∞∞
I had three days off to collect myself, well not completely…I worked at home and got so much more done since Aiden likes to take at least three ‘meetings with his assistant’ a day. I’m not complaining though.
I feel refreshed. A weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Now, I can focus on healing those pieces that I’ve held on so vigorously to for so long.
My phone rings.
Aiden’s husky voice warms my ears. “Emilia, come into my office a moment.”
I happily walk in and smooth my skirt down.
Aiden sits behind his desk, his arm casually draped over the back of his chair. His cuffs are undone. He looks casual yet powerful. He twirls a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking against the crystal, which breaks me from my trance.
“Can I help you with something?” I smile.
“So ready to please.” He murmurs, setting down his glass and raking a hand through his styled hair, turning it into an instant perfect mess.
I try not to bite my lip and instead, roll my eyes playfully. “What is it, Aiden?” I tap my heel against the marble tile.
“My maid is sick. Find me a replacement.” He looks out of the large windows in thought.
My heart sinks. “I’m so sorry. How long does she have?”
He cocks an eyebrow, studying me in amusement. “What? She’s not dying, Emilia. She can’t make it in for the rest of the week, so I’m going to fire her. Hire me a replacement.”
I scoff. “You’re joking right? I won’t do it.”
He stalks over to me, trailing his long fingers down my top. His hands graze the side of my breast as I try to keep my emotions in check.
“Do I need to remind you who is the boss here? That attitude of yours will get you nowhere here.” He smirks.
I step away from him. “Let me clean. She can return next week.” I say, with finality in my voice.
He crosses his arms. “I won’t allow it.”
I groan. “Please, she doesn’t deserve to lose her job.” I bat my lashes.
He sighs. “Baby, You’re mine. I own this company. I won’t allow it. Understand?”
I smack his arm. “There’s nothing wrong with honest work.”
He scans me before glancing out at the empty office. “No. No way are you–”
I give him the best puppy dog eyes I can manage. “No one’s here. Let me clean. I’ll do it after hours.”
“You can start with my office.” A slight smirk appears on his features.
I jump up and down before kissing his cheek. Thankful, he didn’t argue further but simply closes his door and returns to his desk.
“So, where’s the cleaning stuff?”
I open the closet he gestures to, grab a duster and make my rounds around the room. I’m on my tiptoes cleaning a mantel when he chimes in with amusement.
“You missed a spot.”
I roll my eyes, not bothering to turn around. “Where, if I may ask.”
“The coffee table against the wall below you.”
I step back and see that he’s right. Armed with a rag, I furiously wipe at the spot. “It won’t come off.” I groan in frustration.
Aiden laughs. “Move your arm in circles, babe.”
I obey. “Like this?”
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” A soft moan escapes from his lips.
Puzzled, I turn to see him in his chair, his dress shirt sleeves pulled up, stroking his length. His eyes are on me, caressing the outline of my curves.
I bite my lip at the glorious sight. I tug at my skirt, realizing it rode up at some point. I quickly walk over when he beckons me. He grabs the backs of my thighs, hastily pulling me onto his lap. My feet dangle over the sides of the chair.
“I can’t reach.”
He laughs. “You’re so fucking adorable.” He kisses my cheek, his hard length pressed against my slit.
“Isn’t this sexual harassment Mr. Scott?” I tease.
He plays with my hair. “You know, I did that once,” He murmurs.
I look into his eyes, trying to recall, but I don’t remember anything. Sadness rises in me at the thought of him with someone else.
“What’s wrong?” He rubs his thumb along my burning skin.
I bury my face in his broad chest, taking a deep breath. “Why would you tell me that?”
His eyebrows knit together. “That I jacked off to you before?”
“You what?” I tilt my head in confusion. “I thought you meant sexual harassment, like hooking up with one of your employees.”
He laughs. “No, baby girl. The only employee I would ever touch is you.”
I shake my head. “You’re lying.”
“Don’t tell me what I’m doing. If I tell you something, it’s the truth. Do you understand? Or do you need me to teach you a lesson?” He playfully takes the strap of my top between his teeth.
“You slept with Rebecca.” I remind him.
Realization dawns on his face. “Oh no, baby. She didn’t work for me then. I didn’t do shit with her after I hired her. I’m smarter than that.”
I raise my
brow. “Smarter huh? What if I sue you?”
He looks me up and down before smiling wolfishly. “Take everything you want from me. Just let me fuck you.”
I shudder at his words. Then, I remember what he said. “What do you mean?” I lower my voice. “That you jacked off to me before. I don’t remember that.”
“You wouldn’t.” He caresses my swollen lips. “You were asleep.”
I look up at the ceiling in thought.
“You passed out in the car after the incident at the club. I was horny, so I stroked my cock while you slept. You’re so obedient when you’re not talking.” He kisses my bare shoulder. “I didn’t touch you.”
I believe him. But would I really care if he did? Not at all.
I blush furiously. I know I should be angry or bothered, but I’m not. The thought of him wanting me so badly that he touched himself while I slept turns me on. I can feel myself dripping. I lift up and look down. His cock is glistening. My panties are ruined.
He looks down and smiles. “You like that, huh?”
He pulls my panties to the side, swiping a long finger through my slit. I gasp in pleasure the second he touches my throbbing clit.
“Such a dirty girl. You like the thought of me doing that, don’t you?” He rubs faster.
I buck my hips, about to come undone.
His silky voice whispers in my ear, “Not yet. I want to see you bouncing on my cock.”
I gesture to my dangling feet with a blush. “I can’t reach the floor.” I feel so small in his arms, so feminine.
He growls deeply, wrapping a hand around my neck, and brings me close. “I’ll just have to bounce you myself.”
Aiden yanks my panties further to the side before lifting my hips. He positions me above his length, and I whimper when I feel him pressing against my entrance. I moan as he lowers me, his hard length sliding in and stretching me mercilessly.
“Slower,” I beg with a moan.
“No.” He chuckles, pushing me down and sinking his length deeper into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, sinking my fingers into his hair. His hands still on my waist, he lifts me up and down. I sigh in pleasure at the feel of his length filling me, rubbing against my clit. It’s heavenly.
Every moment with Aiden is passion filled, euphoric. We’re so in tune, it gets better every time. We come undone together, our bodies tangled in his leather chair.
