Page 16 of Bound to the CEO

From around me, a chorus of greetings reaches my ear, setting my cheeks to blazing. “I- uh- see that you’re really busy. I’ll just come back.”

“No, no. Come in. I insist.” His voice is laced with steel, a command I cannot resist. One foot in front of the other, I shuffle over to him, the heat in my face growing hotter with each step. “What can I do for you?”

“I- it’s nothing. Really. I can just see you at home.”

“Yes,” he growls, “but then why come down all this way? Surely you have some need that must be addressed right now.”

I squirm under his attentive gaze. It doesn’t matter that five other men watch us, scenting the air, smelling my arousal as it wafts from me. All I can think about is Jeffrey’s thick cock stretching me wide.

My body burns as he wraps his fingers about my waist and hauls me onto his lap. “Well,” he murmurs against my ear, nibbling on the lobe for a moment. “What was so important you needed to interrupt this meeting?”

“Nothing,” I lie, doing my best to pull away from him.

“Oh no, sweet girl. You wanted my attention so badly, and now you got it.” And that’s when I feel him moving about in my mind, aided by the bond. He sees everything. My exasperation, my restlessness, but most of all, my need. “I see. So you need my cock then?”

From the other side of the office, smatterings of masculine laughs fill the room, sending shafts of embarrassment through me. But more than that, there’s a sort of daring, an allure knowing that these men know just how badly I want my Alpha.

Ahhh, he whispers into my mind. My little wife is an exhibitionist? Every day I just keep finding new things about you that make me love you even more.

My heart stops for a moment at his words. Love?

You doubted it?

Well, you never said it.

Neither did you.

He has me there. Blinking up into his eyes, I take his scent deep into my lungs. “Really, I can just leave. It’s okay.”

“No,” he barks out, wrapping his arm around me, holding me close to him. “What is the one thing I always say?” Pausing he glances about the men before pausing on the one closest to the door. “Jackson?”

“All actions have consequences.”

“Correct. Now then, Tiffany. You have two choices. One, you will go home right now, and I will deal with you later. And trust me…” He forces my chin up so my gaze meets his again. “You might not like those consequences. Or two, you take your pleasure here and now in front of these men. The choice is yours, omega.”

All the while, I feel his mind in mine, probing me, searching for my true feelings. Though one hundred percent in control, there’s still that part that’s always checking in, worried about my well-being. It’s touching, and hot as fuck.

“They have to watch?”

His lips split into a wolfish grin. “Isn’t that what you want?” It is. Deep down, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have someone watch as my Alpha reduces me to a puddle of slick and goo. “Your choice, omega. But know this. If you choose to go home, you will not be allowed an orgasm tonight. Punishment for interrupting this important meeting.”

Silently, I nod, catching myself after a moment or two. “Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir what?”

“Please fuck me in front of your men.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Rising, he undoes his pants, addressing the men once more.

I can’t understand the words flowing out of his mouth. I’m far too consumed with the eroticism of his massive erection jutting out from his hips. He continues on with his meeting as if nothing at all is happening between us, and I’m both stunned and aroused.

His acumen for business always made me wet, but seeing him in action like this… Unflappable, unfazed, unmoved? It’s almost more than I can handle. Biting down on my lower lip, I open up the front of my jacket, keeping the back of it hugging me so that my body is his and his alone. I turn more toward him, taking care to keep as covered as possible while I expose myself to my husband. But Jeffrey isn’t having any of it.

While still going over stocks and mathematics, he rips the coat from my body and tosses it to the floor before sitting back down in his large leather chair. I do my best to block out the men as I crawl onto his lap, but again, my husband has other plans.

Taking me by the waist, he turns me around, so I have no choice but to look these other Alphas in the eye. Slowly, he lowers me down, and I moan as the head of his cock brushes against my lower lips.

“Spread yourself out for me, Tiffany,” he groans, pausing in his meeting. “That’s a fucking good girl.” Holding my back against his chest, he rocks his hips, pushing his length through my folds and across my clit.