Page 12 of Bound to the CEO

I turn to leave, but another painting catches my eye. Across the room, I spy a familiar face. From floor to ceiling, the portrait of both my father and Mr. Daniels stares down at me, gluing me to the spot.

A sob catches in my throat as my hand drifts to my neck. I shouldn’t be surprised by this. They were, of course, very close. Still though, after all this time, I never expected to see my dad again in such a lifelike array.

Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. He wouldn’t want that. Though his death was tragic, he would want me to celebrate his life as opposed to mourning his death.

“This isn’t the bedroom, and you are most certainly not naked.”

Whirling about at the deep baritone, I take in Mr. Daniels’ smirk. In his hands rests a large tray with steam drifting from the top. Though it smells good, my mind is not at all on the food but instead on something else.

“I- Forgive me. I was restless and-”

“And you disobeyed a direct order.” His smirk dips down into a frown, and my insides clench. Not in fear, but in abject need.

“I’m sorry. I-”

“Oh, you will be. Come.” His tone brooks no argument.

Head down, I follow him, scenting the air to determine his mood. He’s not angry. Not really. That, at least, is a relief. A few doors down, he opens up the way to the bedroom, and I nearly kick myself. That’s the painting I should have remembered.

Mr. Daniels extends his hand, allowing me to go first. But a few steps in, I turn around, pinning him with an apologetic smile. “Mr. Daniels, I-”

“Jeffrey. Please. You’re my wife now. Mr. Daniels is so formal. Especially after having my lips and tongue between your thighs. Alternatively,” he murmurs, setting the tray on the table. “I do so love it when you call me Sir. It gets me hard. Rock-fucking-solid.”

My cheeks blossom red, the heat telling me just how crimson his words make me. Glancing down, I see the truth. “Yes, Sir.”

“Ahh. There it is. Now then, clothes off.”

“What, now?”

“Do I need to give you some incentive?” He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing to slits. “You’re already in trouble for disobeying me. I’m sure you don’t want to make it worse.”

“Trouble? But I’m your wife now. Not just your employee. What are you going to do,” I joke, “fire me?”

“I have other ways of ensuring obedience. Now then. Strip.” As he speaks to me, he unbuttons his sleeves, rolling them up to expose those forearms that make me lose all rational ability to speak.

“I-”

“Your lips are moving, but your hands are not. Shall I assist you?” Without waiting for me to respond, he walks over and grabs the bottom of my shirt, lifting it high above my head. “Such a pretty bra,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs across the stiff peaks of my nipples.

Groaning, I lean into his touch, needing something firmer, rougher. As if he can read my mind, he pinches them hard enough to draw a yelp from my lips. Arousal gathers between my thighs as my pussy clenches and throbs.

“Such a responsive girl. You like this, don’t you? And don’t even try to deny it. Your scent changed the moment even a hint of discomfort was applied to your body.”

“Yes, Sir,” I admit, hanging my head. “I like it.”

Pulling away, he tucks his fingers under my chin and forces my face up to meet his gaze. “Never feel bad for your wants and desires. Personally, I love causing a beautiful woman pain. The fact that you respond to it tells me the Governing Body definitely got something right.”

Again, he reaches down and lightly grazes my nipples before pinching them hard. A gasp flies out of my mouth, soon swallowed by him as he slides his lips over mine, drinking in my moans. Letting go of my left breast, Mr. Daniels slides his right hand down my skirt and under to touch my inner thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he gasps against my lips, his fingers already pushing forward, urging me to open. I do as he commands, moaning as his knuckles brush against my clit. “That’s right, my needy girl. Moan for me. You’re in my house now. You can be as loud as you want to be.”

My head drops back as another loud moan erupts from my lips. Everything about this moment is perfection. His commanding voice, the way he touches my body like he owns me. Everything.

“Now, I want you out of these clothes and on that bed. Get on your hands and knees, sticking your ass out as far as it can go.”

This time, I don’t hesitate in my desire to obey him. Reaching behind, I unclasp my bra and let it flutter down to the floor, soon followed by my skirt. Clambering onto the bed, I position myself as he demanded, looking over my shoulder at him.

Need and lust swirl about in my gut, making my core clench. The only thought I have right now is the need to be filled by him. My insides twist as he stalks forward, his heavy tread echoing throughout the room.