All Chapters of Command Me, Mr. CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

Petra “You are late.” Dalton said. He looked and sounded annoyed. Some sick, twisted part of me liked it. “I don’t like when you or anyone else defiles my order.” God, his voice. How many times had I imagined him grunting my name while he tore me apart with his insanely thick cock? “I’m only a few minutes late. Besides, it’s past 6 p.m. I shouldn’t be here at this hour, don’t you think so?” I fired back. Deep down I wanted to get him pissed. I like getting him riled up, but I also liked obeying him more. “I beg your pardon?” He raised an eyebrow. His deep, dark tone sliced through me, making me soak my panties. I discreetly, squeezed my thighs together to try and get some relief. My cheeks flushed and I had to tear my eyes away from him. Flinging my handbag onto a chair, it landed with a soft tud. I wrapped my arms around my chest and hummed. “You should be thankful that I agreed to come here when I should be at home resting… instead of acting like a jerk.” He furrowe

Petra I was chaotic and completely out of control. I wanted to hit him. Scratch him. Bite him. Slap him. Fuck him. Surrender to him All that fucked up emotions, and it was all too much. I shuddered out a sob, then closed my eyes and shoved the crazy emotions back down deep where I tried to keep them buried. “Deep breath, little Lamb.” He whispered into my ears. I gasped a few more times before taking a long deep breath. “Good girl.” He murmured against the shell of my ear. His warm breath washed over me and goosebumps covered my skin. I was trembling, my teeth chattering as he gathered me up in his chiseled massive body. I stayed still, absorbing the moment between us. The heat radiating from his body was Keeping me warm. He combed his fingers through my hair as my face stayed buried in his chest. I inhaled his scent. My God, he smelled sinful. “you are freezing…” He said, pulling away from me. Cupping my cheeks, he lifted my face to meet his eyes. He brazenly held m

Petra I leaned back into the cushion headrest, lowering my hand down between my thighs. I traced my finger along my naked form and noticed his eyes skid down to see what I was doing. “Stop it, Petra.” He growled. “Why don’t you make me,” I challenged. Spreading my legs wide and placing them each on my sides, I saw his throat bulb the moment my glistening wet pussy came into view. I was dripping and my clit was throbbing with needs. I knew he could see everything as he remained frozen, fixated on the scene like a deer caught in the headlights. “Your body, your eyes and your voice when you say my name makes me wet. Can’t you see what you are doing to me?” I rasped, releasing a soft moan as my fingers moved down and touched my clit. His eyes stayed glued between my legs, and the moment I dug my index into my slippery cunt, he brought his eyes back to mine. This time, they were dark and much less patient. Pushing back on his seat, he bolted up. “Okay, that’s enough. Get up a