Page 6 of Bound to the CEO

For a moment, she just stares at me, as if my words have no meaning. Shaking her head, she clears her throat. “I drove.”

“Keys. Now.”

To her credit, she doesn’t even hesitate. Reaching down into a small satchel I never even noticed, she pulls out the keys and places them in my stretched-out palm. The trust in her eyes, the instant obedience… All it does is make me crave her more.

Tossing them over the divider, I order my driver to call someone to go pick up her car and bring it back to the office. With a simple press of my finger, the divider closes the rest of the way, engulfing us in heated silence. Even when the car jerks forward, propelling us back to work, I barely hear it.

It’s a hum of vibration that rocks through us as he navigates the twists and turns with lethal efficiency. With him unable to hear or see what’s going on in the back of the car, it’s just Tiffany and me. Alone. Feral want twists through my body, slithering through my veins as I watch her breasts heave against the tight dress.

With slow, agonizing movements, I loosen my bowtie, noting Tiffany’s eyes following my every move. Ripping it from my collar, I toss it next to her and start in on my cufflinks. Arousal hangs heavy in the air as she licks her lips, her pupils widening even more.

Turning in the tight car, I pin her with an intent stare. “Tell me you want me,” I growl out, sliding my right arm across the seat. “Tell me you want me to do whatever I want to you.”

“I- I-” she stammers out, her bright eyes blinking up at me.

“Christ, Tiffany,” I exhale, running my nose across her temple. “I've had my fucking eye on you ever since your daddy brought you into my office. I’ve wanted you for the past three fucking years. And now you're mine. All fucking mine.”

Without waiting for a response, I drag my hand down across that satiny material and bunch it up into my grasp. She doesn’t tell me no. She doesn’t tell me to stop. All rational thought flees at her silence.

If she told me she didn’t want this, I wouldn’t force myself on her. Her silence, to me, is consent, and so I go further, sliding my hand underneath the expensive, voluminous dress, easing up her warm thighs.

Looking up into her expressive eyes, I note the lust swirling in those crystalline depths. “Tell me, Tiffany. I want to hear it.”

My hand drifts up over her mound, my fingers curling into the short thatch of curls guarding her entrance. I pause there, hovering, feeling the incremental shift of her thighs as she opens for me.

“P- please, Mr. Daniels.”

Again, I seal her lips with my own, growling as I sweep my tongue along the seam. She opens on a gasp, and I invade both her mouth and her pussy at the same time, swallowing her groan of need into me.

She’s wet. So fucking wet for me as I slip a finger inside her entrance. With a soft cry, her body clinches around the thick digit, milking it as erotically as it would my cock. The organ in question jerks forward as precum wells at my tip.

Pulling back, I replace one finger with two, stretching her out, preparing her body for me. “Tell me,” I order, forcing my lips away from hers. “Have you ever been with a man?” She hesitates, her gaze turning uncertain. “I will have your words, little omega.”

“Y- yes, Sir,” she finally exhales, an air of uneasiness about her.

As if I care about her body count. It doesn’t matter to me who she’s fucked before, as long as I’m her last. “Have you ever been with an Alpha?”

This time, a slight hint of pink swaths over her cheeks. “No, Sir.”

My heart and cock both leap at those words. Again, not that it matters, but knowing that she’s never had a knot stretch her out makes me want to rut her that much more. To ease her discomfort, I pump my fingers in and out, resuming my ministrations until she’s once more squirming in her seat.

“Well, my dear,” I groan against her neck, “then you’re in for quite an experience. I’m going to stretch this little pussy out with my knot, filling you up so full of cum until you’re unable to breathe.”

Her inner walls ripple at my filthy words. “Oh, God,” she moans, her head falling back against the seat.

“God has nothing to do with it, but I promise you, before today is over, you’ll be saying his name a whole lot more.”

Pulling out, I ignore that whimper of need. I can’t indulge her. Not now. Instead, I make a grand show of sliding those glistening fingers into my mouth, nearly groaning at the look of shock as it crosses her face.

Oh, but that’s a mistake. Once I wrap my lips around my wet digits, the taste of her arousal swamps my senses until I’m rendered speechless. I suck her juice from me, just as sweet and tangy as her scent. It’s like a creamsicle on a hot summer day, and one taste will never be enough.

CHAPTER 4

Tiffany

My breathing quickens as I stare at the man beside me. The way he licks his fingers clean, as if savoring my taste. No other man has ever done that. No other man has ever looked at me as if they were hanging onto the edge of their sanity.

It’s a heady knowledge, one that infuses heat into my limbs until I’m practically flushed. But just as quickly as he showers me with unbridled lust, he pulls away, staring out the window. What just happened? I know he wants me. Even now, when I glance down at his pants, I see the proof of his desire tenting the fabric.