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Command Me, Mr. CEO Time To Play
Dalton I wanted to convince myself that Petra wasn’t here and I’d not just milked her pussy and given her multiple orgasms, and I have nothing to worry about, but then I could still taste her in my mouth. Fuck. She tasted so delicious. I’d eat her all day for the rest of my fucking life. I thought she was beautiful in her everyday leggings, skirts, jeans and loose fitting tops. But now? She was yet again in my shirt and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. She was picture perfect. Her heart-stopping figure was sitting pretty in my kitchen going over her work while I fixed us a cup of coffee. The way her sweet mouth moved as she went on and on her promotion strategy, I wanted to charge up to her and kiss the hell out of her mouth. I wished to toss her over my shoulder, take her to my bedroom, spread her legs wide open, and finally, fucking finally, sink my angry, throbbing, rock-hard cock inside her and fuck her up in every dirty way possible. But instead of ripping into her
Command Me, Mr. CEO Searing
PetraI was surprised when Jaxon texted me to ask that I come over to his house. I mean, he told me we'd hang, but I didn’t think he was serious, and also why his house? It could be anywhere else but his house. In the Uber on the way to his house, I pondered on the phone call Dalton received, what induction were they talking about, and what bad news got him so furious?Then it struck me. The way I’d reacted when I saw the Raven sketch on the paper, Jaxon was suspicious of me. He thought I knew something and was keeping it, and now he wants to extract information from me. At that point, i should ask the driver to turn the car around and take me home, but my curiosity was overpowering. I wanted to know more. The information I couldn’t get from Dalton, maybe I’d get from Jaxon. The car pulled to a stop in front of a relatively modest house. The only ostentatious thing about it was the wrought iron gate blocking off the driveway, but that was ubiquitous in this neighborhood. “Do you w
Command Me, Mr. CEO Induction
Mr. Coopingar was a short, stout man with a round face. While he didn’t exactly look friendly, he did have that certain charming air about him. Which was important considering that’s how he snagged all the best contracts in the city. His dark hair was starting to recede, balding a bit at the back. He kept his face clean, not a whisker in sight. His large, dark eyes were hooded. Like most Mexicans, he had that nice nose that somehow didn’t look out of place or too big.I straightened as two men followed him into the study. They were new and definitely looked Italian as shit. Their olive skin was even darker than most Italians I know, and they had a distinctly southern Italian look to them. I guessed these were the new inductees from the Eastern branch. I recognized a few of the other men trailing in. They were all board members or union heads to the legal companies scattered across the state used to cover the real thing – drug and illegal fire arms. Most in the electrical or constru
Command Me, Mr. CEO Something Forbidden
Petra He took my lips into his mouth aggressively, fingers tangled into my hair as he backed me up against the wall. He pried my lips apart and pushed his tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue at a desperate, almost frantic pace. I moaned and pressed my thighs together to try and relieve some of the unbearable pressure building up between my legs. His other hand dropped from the wall and cupped my teenage breast through my thin red polo top. Dalton pinched my nipples and squeezed my moulds. Hard. I gasped into his mouth and automatically rolled my hips against his hard length. We heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. He broke apart, both of us panting. He grunted, taking a step back. Brushing his hair backward with his fingers, he gave me the look that says 'i'm not fucking done with you yet' before walking to the refrigerator, rummaging through it in a pretense of looking for something. I made for the sink filled with dirty dishes pilled up like a m
Command Me, Mr. CEO The Man she Sees
Petra Vegas was boring. Probably worse than I remembered it. I didn't come home throughout college. I stayed back at Aunt Maggie's in New York City all period i was writing my thesis and during holidays. I thought staying out of Vegas will help me forget every memories of him, but that never helped. Like a supper glue, Dalton was stuck in my brain. I stood next to a mail post waiting for my boyfriend, Noah to come pick me up. I looked at the watch strapped to my wrist before looking both sides of the free straight road. A white BMW with windows tinted so dark they seemed to be part of the interior walls rather than actual windows drew up at the curb outside the front of the building and stopped in front of me. The owner side window winds down and it was Dalton and the mystery woman. His deep, dangerous eyes peered right down into the very depths of me, just like when I entered his office. He looked angry. Maybe it was her. The woman that had her hands all over him was li
Command Me, Mr. CEO The Girl He Sees
Dalton Many years later and I was back to the house where it all started. I was shocked as hell when I got a call a few weeks ago from George. We haven’t spoken more than a handful, since I disappeared from their lives. I was in an out of town for business meetings and conferences, but I never reached out. Not even once. It was for the best. I was obsessed with his teenage daughter, something he won't Forgive if he found out. I could have any girl I wanted, but for some reason, Petra won’t stay out of my fucking head. The woman was messing with my head, my heart, and most definitely my cock. She was a little brat, chaotic and destructive. And for every stunt she pulled, I wanted to punish her, but not in the way I would punish any other sturbon child. My length jumped at the thought of tying her to my desk and turning her ass red with the palm of my hand. I'd make her scream out my name and then I'd fuck her rough and dirty, pound her into the hard desk, squeeze her throa
Command Me, Mr. CEO His To Command
Petra “Pick the plates and I’ll grab the glasses.” Dalton instructed. Watching as he helped me clean up after dinner was sexy. Who'd have thought that the almighty, arrogant and cocky CEO who subdued everyone with just one look could get his hands dirty in private? We'd just finished having dinner and Dad retired to the recliner in the living room to watch 6 0'clock news - a tradition he never missed. I nodded and packed up the plates on the dinning table and headed for the kitchen. I don’t listen to anyone the way I listen to him. Not even my Dad who was a cop. My first instinct every fucking time Dalton gave me instruction was to obey him. More importantly, Dalton bossing me around, it made my pussy throb. I had no idea how he was commanding my body without so much as a word, but I got a strange, confusing thrill at the thought of pleasing him. He followed closely behind me with the glasses in his hands. He set them down in the sink. I set the plates down on the counter t
Command Me, Mr. CEO Desired
Petra “Hurry,” I urged as Noah grabbed my hips and thrust up faster. With a soft groan, I buried my face in his neck. “The kids.” I reminded him. A moan escaped my lips as he pulled me down hard on his laps. “Come on , Petra? I just got inside you.” He mumbled, shoving himself deeper inside me with a rough flex of his hips. Licking into my mouth, he slide his tongue into mine in hungry strokes. I could already hear Claudia’s voice from her room yelling at Jessy over something and that made me super uncomfortable. I was worried the kids might walk in on us making out on the couch, in the living room. I'd be more worried about his Mum, Monica if she was home, but she’d gone to stay with one of her relatives who was a medical practitioner at a local hospital down town for a proper medical examination. Noah preferred having sex in the weirdest of places. According to him, bedroom games are so old fashion and boring. Back then in high school, we’d often sneak out of our homes a
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Command Me, Mr. CEO Induction
Mr. Coopingar was a short, stout man with a round face. While he didn’t exactly look friendly, he did have that certain charming air about him. Which was important considering that’s how he snagged all the best contracts in the city. His dark hair was starting to recede, balding a bit at the back. He kept his face clean, not a whisker in sight. His large, dark eyes were hooded. Like most Mexicans, he had that nice nose that somehow didn’t look out of place or too big.I straightened as two men followed him into the study. They were new and definitely looked Italian as shit. Their olive skin was even darker than most Italians I know, and they had a distinctly southern Italian look to them. I guessed these were the new inductees from the Eastern branch. I recognized a few of the other men trailing in. They were all board members or union heads to the legal companies scattered across the state used to cover the real thing – drug and illegal fire arms. Most in the electrical or constru
Command Me, Mr. CEO Searing
PetraI was surprised when Jaxon texted me to ask that I come over to his house. I mean, he told me we'd hang, but I didn’t think he was serious, and also why his house? It could be anywhere else but his house. In the Uber on the way to his house, I pondered on the phone call Dalton received, what induction were they talking about, and what bad news got him so furious?Then it struck me. The way I’d reacted when I saw the Raven sketch on the paper, Jaxon was suspicious of me. He thought I knew something and was keeping it, and now he wants to extract information from me. At that point, i should ask the driver to turn the car around and take me home, but my curiosity was overpowering. I wanted to know more. The information I couldn’t get from Dalton, maybe I’d get from Jaxon. The car pulled to a stop in front of a relatively modest house. The only ostentatious thing about it was the wrought iron gate blocking off the driveway, but that was ubiquitous in this neighborhood. “Do you w
Command Me, Mr. CEO Time To Play
Dalton I wanted to convince myself that Petra wasn’t here and I’d not just milked her pussy and given her multiple orgasms, and I have nothing to worry about, but then I could still taste her in my mouth. Fuck. She tasted so delicious. I’d eat her all day for the rest of my fucking life. I thought she was beautiful in her everyday leggings, skirts, jeans and loose fitting tops. But now? She was yet again in my shirt and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. She was picture perfect. Her heart-stopping figure was sitting pretty in my kitchen going over her work while I fixed us a cup of coffee. The way her sweet mouth moved as she went on and on her promotion strategy, I wanted to charge up to her and kiss the hell out of her mouth. I wished to toss her over my shoulder, take her to my bedroom, spread her legs wide open, and finally, fucking finally, sink my angry, throbbing, rock-hard cock inside her and fuck her up in every dirty way possible. But instead of ripping into her
Command Me, Mr. CEO Amore
Petra How he was going to react to me bothered me, but I knew I had to see him to clear things up. I had worked on my first ad campaign for the company’s new machine, it was my first project and I was going to use the opportunity of wanting him to review it to my own advantage. As I stepped into the elevator of the penthouse, I had to try and carefully formulate a lie that’d best favor me. I need to be the victim at all cost and bitchy Annie, the villain. The elevator door dinged open and I stepped into the apartment, using his security code, I got in without having to alert him first. I was able to master the code the last time. The apartment looked dry like nobody was home, but it’s weekend and I know Dalton never worked weekends unless there was a deadline. After waiting a few minutes looking at a fashion magazine on the table, I heard a sound come from the bedroom. I opened the door of the bedroom, careful not to make any noise, but I saw nothing. No one was in the
Command Me, Mr. CEO Fantasy
DaltonWhat the fuck was wrong with her?She’d lost control with her friend, yanking her hair like a vicious animal.I didn’t even want to go to the damn restaurant. I had other plans with coopingar, but I’d promised Freddie that I was going to be there for his birthday, and I wasn’t one to go back on my word. It was just a few friends gathering over a bottle of champagne, which I could handle. He kept it on a low because he knew I hated crowd. Maybe if I had ditched, I wouldn’t have to witness all that fucking drama she pulled.But deep down, the dark, and sick perverted side of me liked it. So, instead of feeling enraged by such public display of madness, I was rather turned on by it. Not that I liked that she hurt someone, but I liked the fire dancing in her eyes when her eyes caught mine. I liked her wildness and I wanted nothing more than to tame her. To fuck her into submission for being so badly behaved. I growled and ripped off my clothes, stepping into a cool shower. It
Command Me, Mr. CEO In My Worst
Petra “Oh my gosh, I can’t stand him anymore! He’s such an asshole,” I said to Isabella after I was done explaining to her what transpired between Noah and I. I glanced at the clock, noting that Annie should have been here for our lunch ten minutes ago. But Annie being Annie, I don’t expect her here for at least another five to ten minutes . It’s who she was. The three of us were bestfriends since Grade one. Except Annie and I didn’t get along so well. She was more of a competition. “So you guys are totally off now?” Annie asked from behind me. How long was she there and how much of our conversations did she hear? I turned my head to her, giving my brilliant smile and she returned it with her softer, but no less genuine one. “Yeah... I guess so.” I responded “I’m going to miss his sisters. Those two… they are so adorable.” “I wonder how you managed to tolerate his toxicity this long.” Isabella added. She pulled out a chair and sat down. “You also are to blame for his actions
Command Me, Mr. CEO The Code
Stepping out of my car, I paused outside the Clubhouse at Gulland East boarder. This was where most of the exchanges took place with me on the Frontline. Communication with foreign Mafia's and cartels were easy with me because I speak several languages including Spanish, french and Latin. I told two of coopingar’s men with me to stand guard outside and to send signal if any danger arose. Sliding my hand through my hair and straightening my coat. I took the briefcase stuffed with dollar notes and moved forward. I was fucking exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go back home to my bed and catch an hour or two of sleep, but my duties as a front-man didn’t stop because I had decided to stay out all night. Ambre Constructions was just a cover up for this business. It gave me the most money, yet no one knew I was involved. Coopingar was on the wanted list, so I was his most trusted to lead the front while he lie on a low. The club in North West, as well as his other profitable
Command Me, Mr. CEO Veiled Secrets
Ben, Dalton’s driver pulled up to my house and I took a long deep breath before stepping out and heading towards the door. “Petra! Hey! Wait up.” I heard Noah call out to me. I halted on my track and turned to face the direction of his voice. How did I not notice his car parked opposite of our house? He shoved his hands into his jogger pants and crossed the road, walking up to me. “Noah? I’m sorry. I didn’t notice you.” I said, wondering why he was stalking. “Obviously,” he sneered. “Where the hell have you been? I sent you tons of messages, and left you several missed calls… all I fucking got was, your silence!” He punctuated his angry words. How to answer that? Hmm...with my boss who I’m obsessed with, you know, Mr. Winchester. But I dare not say that out loud. He studied me. “Don’t even think to lie to me. I spoke with Isabella, You were not with the girls and I called your home, your Dad answered and said you weren’t home.” With one long stride, he closed our distance,
Command Me, Mr. CEO Pleasure
Dalton My gloves punched into the boxing bag. Left, right, uppercut. Right, left, right hook. Over and over, the gloves pound out a steady rhythm against the bag’s exterior. Sweat dripped from my temple, slipping down the back of my neck, but I didn’t care. I felt more alive than I ever have before. Coopinger’s men had deserted the gym earlier, so I had it all to myself. My training had finished for the day, but I didn’t stop. I felt relieved venting my frustrations on the poor boxing bag. This was my life now. What I chose for myself. It was all I was. Sometimes, I stop to think how I got to the point where I no longer have control. I’d lost control of everything, including my life. “Dalton? Are you in here?” July’s voice echoed around the empty gym. I paused, letting my hands fall to my sides. “look to your left!” I heard her heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached me. She turned to the left, catching sight of me immediately. Her long, blond hair f
