Page 11 of Bound to the CEO

Someone has been in here. My wedding dress is no longer a heap on the floor and instead hangs on the wall for me to see. When I came to work this morning, I never once thought my day would end like this.

A soft knock at my door grabs my attention. Linda pokes her head in, a soft smile teasing her lips. Her gaze flicks over my face and hair before her grin morphs into something more knowing. Heat races across my cheeks as I pretend to look busy.

“Car is outside for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, congrats again. I mean it. You two make a great pair.” With that, she slips away, leaving me with my thoughts once more.

* * *

My insides churn as the car pulls up to the enormous house. The opulence dripping from every corner rivals even the house I grew up in. I knew Mr. Daniels was rich, but I didn’t realize he was this rich. Though my body still hums with arousal, the ramifications of today seep into my brain, scattering the feeling of afterglow.

I’m married. To my boss. But more than that, I’m married to my dad’s best friend. What would my father think right now? It’s not as if I have any choice. It was the Governing Body that put us together.

However, there’s definitely no denying the chemistry that sparked between us. My body never burned like that before. It was as if I was an inferno that could never be put out.

Sighing, I shake my head. Even if the Governing Body never put us together, I don’t doubt I would have ended up in his bed either way. At least now, I don’t have to feel guilty about it. My nipples harden, scraping against the lacy bra as I make my way up the gleaming steps.

He will show you to my room, where you will wait for me. Naked. Am I understood? His words replay in my head as I follow this stranger. I’m not stupid. I know exactly what’s waiting for me when Mr. Daniels comes home.

Images of his thick cock, practically creaming with precum, flash through my mind, making my knees almost buckle. Luckily for me, the railing keeps me from falling completely. However, it does nothing for the arousal that threatens to trickle down my thighs.

Even when I was in heat, I don’t remember this much slick gathering. Could be it was the medication that kept the worst at bay. Or, maybe, it’s that my body finally found someone it can come alive for.

The betas I had been with turned me on, for sure, but never once did they make my slick flow like this. Deep down, I knew it would be different with an Alpha. It’s the main reason I kept away from them. But I never knew the difference would be this startling.

“Here we are, Miss.” My brain stops in its tracks as I look through the open door.

An enormous, four-poster bed dominates the space, bringing me right back to that cusp, arousal flooding my system until I can’t see straight. It’s definitely a bed that’s made for fucking. Stepping inside, I wait for the man to leave and close the door before skimming my palm up the dark wood.

The bed is certainly big enough for both of us. Again, my brain conjures up the memory of how his broad shoulders stretched out my thighs as he licked me. Even now, the joints ache in protest, but all it does is spur me on.

Reaching down, I gather the short skirt up and reach in between to stroke myself. Pleasure zips through me, and I long to touch myself again, to rub my clit until I get myself off. But I don’t dare. Mr. Daniels already proved what a commanding presence he could be. What would he do if he found me in his bedroom taking my pleasure?

A mischievous grin stretches my lips as I trail my fingers across the satiny bed covering. Maybe that’s exactly what I should do. Get myself off so I’m not so discombobulated when he gets back. Sigh heavy on my lips, I drag myself away from the bed, opting to do a little exploring instead.

Who knows what will happen when he gets home? It could be he’ll keep me so consumed with his body that I won’t ever want to leave the room. This might be my only chance to get a good look at where I’ll be living for the next six months… or eternity.

My heart squeezes in my chest as the enormity of everything crashes down around me. This very well might be for life. Is that what I want? I don’t even hesitate. Mr. Daniels has been the man I’ve lusted after since the moment I knew what masturbation was.

The first time I saw him in his office, all fierce and commanding, every inch an Alpha, I wanted nothing more than to curl up at his feet and beg him to take me. But it was a ridiculous notion. He was my father’s business partner.

And after my dad’s passing, he became my boss. There are just some lines you don’t cross. It didn’t keep me from thinking about him, touching myself in private when the arousal became far too much.

Even when I sought beta companionship, it was Mr. Daniel’s face that swam into view. It was his name I cried out in my mind when I reached completion. Somehow, the dream I never thought could ever come true has. And now, I have no idea what to do with it.

What do I know about being with an Alpha? Just feeling his thick girth pushing past my lips showed me just how large he was. And that’s not even including his knot. Can my body even handle it?

A soft chuckle flutters past my lips as I push my way out of the room. Such a ridiculous thought. As an omega, I’m the perfect vessel for his lusts. Still though… The very idea of something that large stretching me out makes my insides quiver with both anticipation and nervousness.

I can’t just wait for him in this room. I will go crazy if I do. Making my way out into the hall, I glance about, looking for the driver. Nowhere to be seen. With a sigh of relief, I shut the door behind me and mill about, taking in all the various artworks lining the walls.

Not only does Mr. Daniels have a lot of money, but he also has good taste too. I’m so caught up in admiring everything that I don’t realize just how far away from the room I am. I look back and forth, unsure of my bearings. So many doors line the halls, one in between each painting. How can I remember which room it is?

Racing back down, I stop near a painting I remember and wrap my hand around the knob. This has to be the right room. It just has to be. But when I open the door, my heart sinks. Instead of a luscious bed, there’s a large wooden table surrounded by chairs.

A conference room, by the look of it. Leave it to Mr. Daniels to take his work home with him. It doesn’t surprise me in the least. Curious, I step in further, admiring the craftsmanship of the table. A lot of love and work went into transforming a dead piece of wood into something with so many designs interspersed.