The CEO And The Thief.

My eyes flutter as I try to wake up. I looked around and see that I was in a whole unfamiliar room. Suddenly I feel something on me. I look down as I realize I'm wearing a plain black shirt, which I know isn't mine.

I panic a little as I try to remember what the fuck happened yesterday and how am I not at home.

My phone rings and I search for it. I find it beneath the pillow and I swipe my lock screen.

I see that I have 15 new messages and 24 missed calls from Nat. She is going to kill me.

Eventually, I hear noises from outside. I get up and go to a search party. Walking into the hallway seemed as if I was in a serial killer movie, shooting a scene. I see a lot of rooms as I go across the end of the hall. As I move, I follow the sounds which lead me to... well, of course, Ethan's room.

He was facing the window, still in his towel wrapped around his waist. He seems to get ready for a bath. The sunlight was perfectly reflecting his skin. I realise that I'm looking at my boss thinking dirty thoughts about him as I did the other day. I shake my head and snap out of my fairytale land. Before I could walk back, my foot busts into the planters sitting at the corner of Ethan's door and I drop my phone.

I move my eyes towards Ethan, who is now well aware of me standing there and examining his big broad body and, well, his what I believe is an 8-inch gun.

"Morning, Ms May." He turns towards me, watching me closely as he leans back into the window.

"Morning," I pick up my phone instantly, not trying to seduce him with my well-worked-out ass.

"You seem well now." He says.

"I did nothing stupid, did I?"

"No, you didn't."

I thank god for the first time signing in relief.

"Hmm. You seem flattered by my answer."

I look at him confused because well, why won't I? Sure I don't mind fucking the infamous Ethan Cooper with all my will but, isn't that something he always gets easily? If it is, then I never want to be just 'another one' on the list.

"I just didn't want to do anything that I would regret."

Curving his lips a little into a hint of a smile, Ethan sways his hand in the direction where his collection of ties were stored.

"Could you please select a tie for me, Ms May? He asks."

"Of.. Of course." I rush towards the cabinet and I see a lot of them are mostly the same. I try choosing the best one so that he doesn't feel as if I'm a fashionably impaired person.

I chose the one which I found the best, and I walk over to him.

"I think this one will suit the best on you... I mean. On your... outfit."

FUCK... ME... From a distance, his was mostly like what I usually expect, but now that I'm inches apart? I could rub some cream on his chest, following down his penis, sliding my tongue all the way. He was.. raw.

"Would you mind knotting it on me? He asks."

"Of course, Sir."

I straighten the tie and I close the last of the gap between Ethan and me, focusing only on knotting the tie.

"You know, this one's my favourite as well. I wear it almost every day."

"Well, it looks good on you," I get comfortable in between the conversation as if I was dressing up my sugar daddy.

"It's sad though. He says."

"What is?"

"That I still couldn't bring the one touched by you back at the party."

I stop halfway as my eyes go wide. I knew he had access to everything. I gaze at his eyes, which were already fixed on mine. He was looking at me in a way as if he was giving me signals I needed to crack immediately.

"I... didn't take it."

"You should have, don't you think?"

"Why... would I take your tie, sir?"

"So that if in the future I find out about it, I could easily do this." He grabs my hands and snatches the half-knotted tie from my hands, pushing me towards the bed behind us as he helps me lie. He comes on top of me, filled with such an aroused energy which, damn, made me stimulated as well.

Before I could ask what he was doing, he whispers in my ear.

"If you make a sound, I'm going to make you remember this day so well that you would think before moaning again.

He said this with a deep voice, which made me turn on even more than I constantly look into his eyes.

"You wouldn't have thought of taking my possession back to home if you felt nothing towards me, would you, Ms May?"

I hated the fact that he was so good at doing what he was doing. All I could feel inside me was an emptiness at the moment, and I wanted him to fill that with his passion. He extracts his hand from my mouth, letting me answer.

"No. I surrender in his hands, now being the culprit who accepts the crime she has done."

Listening to what I just said made him curious about me more.

"Now, just so this situation doesn't repeat itself in the future, do you accept the charges that are being held against you? He asks."

"Yes sir. I answer, almost whispering."

"What was that? Ms May?"

I get lost in his eyes as I push my face up towards his ear, sliding my tongue and answering again.

"Yes, Sir."

Tilting his head slightly, I knew it was going to be a hell of a ride.

He grabs my waist, instantly spinning my body, making me face the bedsheet instead of him as he grabs my hair from behind, pinning me to the bed.

He moves his head towards mine, kissing the back of my neck slowly. He moves down in the centre of my back without departing his soft hot lips from my skin and goes to the side of my waist, making it red while biting.

I moan under his grasp, not as loud as I was still pinned down.

Finally, his lips go apart my skin as I adjust my head to the left to see and have some air so that I don't die here without getting the good stuff first. He removes his towel, exposing his thing.

Damn, it seems over 8 inches, and fuck, it's thick.

Before going to the next step, he places both my hands on my back, knotting them together, making me the thief that I am.

"Oh My My, Sir, I would have been good, I say."

"Did I allow you to talk? He answers back in a devilish voice."

I giggle as I stay silent, not giving him the tease I was enjoying.

Not expecting what he would do next, He slaps my butt cheek, making a sound that I would remember.

"Ah. Fuck! Comes out of my mouth."

I see him smile a bit as he teases my spot with his tip before sliding only half of it in.

"The more you'll moan, the more you'll get. Let's see how bad you want of me, and for how long you can keep it up."

I give him a demonized grin of wanting it in the worst way. I grip hold of the bedsheets as I feel him slipping it in seconds.

"AH..FUCK…YES!"