Chapter 2

Chris’s POV:

Wait, what?

He really can’t mean that…can he?

“Um, sir?” I whispered while blinking up at him in shock.

“You heard me,” he answered, staring pointedly at my flushed face, and trailing his gaze over my chest to rest on my pulsing dick which jerked against my abs.

“But-but…” I trailed off when he glanced back at my face with a raised eyebrow.

“But what?” He asked.

“I want to cum so bad.” I whispered, my eyes almost sliding close as my hand reached for my dick to get myself off hence, I go crazy, but his grip closing around my wrist stopped me.

My eyes reopened immediately, and I found myself staring into his eyes, I didn’t even realize when he pulled his chair towards the very edge of the desk.

“I said you’re not to cum, didn’t I?” He started to say, and I gasped as my eyelids started to flutter open and close when his other thumb slid lightly over the dripping tip of my dick.

“Ye-yeah,” I shuttered out and sucked in a breath when he completely closed his hand around my dick and strongly stroked it once.

“And you wanted to disobey me back there, Chris.” He stated, his hand slowly moving over my dick while his second hand was still wrapped around my wrist, his eyes staring into my half open ones.

“No,” I whispered and shook my head as I felt my orgasm rushing all the way from the tips of my toes to my dick, I wanted to beg him to quit stroking me and talking to me with that commanding voice of his if he wanted me to heed to his demands of not cumming, but instead, after parting my mouth to tell him exactly that, nothing came out except pleas mixed with moans and groans seeing as his strokes has even gotten ten times tighter and hotter.

“Oh God, please.” I panted breathlessly, throwing my head back with my eyes squeezed tight, my hand supporting my weight on the desk shook as my whole body vibrated with the need to orgasm so bad.

His touch disappeared once again, releasing my dick and my wrist at the same time. I sucked in a deep breath to calm my racing heart for a minute before slowly glancing down at me dick, the mushroom head was an angry purple and precum dripped slowly from the tip, smearing over my abs.

He wrapped his hands around my elbow and gently pulled me off the table once I stopped panting breathlessly, I wobbled on my feet a little and his grips on my elbows tightened before slowly releasing me. I puffed out a breath and stared up at him, he lifted a hand and pushed my hair away from my forehead before proceeding to stroke his fingers through my hair slowly.

I breathed out a small sigh and pushed my head more firmly into his light touch. I faintly heard his chuckle a little before withdrawing his fingers out of my hair.

“Get dressed, Chris, we’ve got work to do.” He finally said and I glanced down at me dick, it was still hard but not extremely hard like it was a few minutes ago. I looked around me and sighted my clothes right where I disposed of them. I pulled my boxer shorts and winced as the fabric plastered against the heated skin of my ass before pulling my pants up and buckling my belt in, once I was fully dressed, I glanced up at him.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He drawled and I pursed my lips. “It was, I still want to cum.” I mumbled while glancing around his office. a room I had been in countless times since I became one of his secretaries. I wasn’t as hard as I was before and my orgasm has thankfully receded, the only thing still keeping my dick hard in my pants was the man standing before me.

“Go get your tablet, let's get to work.” He finally said, dismissing my previous answer to his question. I huffed and whirled around before carefully letting myself out of his office and into mine which was adjoined to his. I quickly picked up my tablet from my desk and headed back into his office.

“Sit.” He gestured towards a spot on the couch situated on the spot beside the floor length window in which he was sitting on, I sat on the space beside him and winced as my ass touched on the couch, sending a lick of pain over my body, and reminding me of how thoroughly spanked my ass was.

As if I was ever gonna forget.

He noticed my wince and discomfort but didn’t say a thing apart from an arched eyebrow in my direction which proved that he indeed noticed my discomfort before starting up the iPad he was with.

He proceeded to show me almost all he showed me yesterday and I tried my best to concentrate, which was extremely hard because each time I moved on the couch, I was reminded of how well I got spanked for not concentrating, and did that make me concentrate more today? Not really…

Each time his index finger moved over the screen of the iPad, I got reminded of how lightly his finger has ghosted over my pucker while I was spread out of his thighs….

My train of thoughts wasn’t helping me concentrate one bit for God’s sake.

“Did you get that?” My boss asked and I quickly glanced up at his face and nodded my head before changing courses at the last minute and shaking my head slowly the second I remembered how much he disliked lies.

He stared pointedly at me, and I flushed red in embarrassment and guilt before slowly averting my gaze from his. He didn’t say a thing and just proceeded to go through the words he explained before which I had missed.

Once we were done, the clouds were already starting to darken a lot more than I expected. I packed my bag and quickly checked the time. It was a few minutes to eight pm. We both exited the office and got into the elevator together. The elevator was empty since only a few people was currently remaining in the company, I stared at our reflection in the glass walls of the elevator while moving my weight from foot to foot, my boss was currently tapping away on his phone which gave me enough time to check him out to my satisfaction. This was the second time we’d be riding the elevator together ever since started my internship, and like the first time, he barely paid me any attention and was on his phone throughout

I guess being the owner of a company as big as this requires a lot of attention and focus.

He was a lot taller than I am and I crossed my eyes unbelievably as I noticed just how my head was the same length as the middle of his broad chest. His hair was pitch black and in curls which framed his ears and forehead sexily, I bet they’re even softer than they appeared. The elevator door slid open, and we both stepped out and walked outside the company into the compound.

His car pulled up before us and I watched as the driver hopped out and quickly came over to our side to pull the back door open I guess this is goodbye then.

“So um, tomorrow…” I trailed off and slapped a hand across my mouth on realizing that I’ve been about to mention the fact that I’d be expecting my orgasm from him tomorrow with his driver standing respectfully beside the opened door.

“Get in, Chris.”

“Um, sir?” I asked uncertainty, I didn’t expect my night to turn out this way, I was already planning on walking towards the bus stop like I always do, which wasn’t all that far from this company.

“Get in, I’ll drop you off.” He repeated and I got in the car after a few seconds of hesitation, what could happen anyway? I guess he’s just trying to be nice since he had delayed me by giving me that much needed spanking back in the office.

Not that I didn’t appreciate his thoughtfulness, it made him all the more perfect in my eyes. I settled in the soft leather car seat and glanced at him from the side of my eyes, he wasn’t on his phone anymore, instead his head was leaning against the seat’s headrest with his eyes closed.

I turned back towards the window and panicked when the car took the left turn of the express instead of the right.

“Um, boss?” I said quietly so as not to catch him unexpectedly.

“Huh?” He replied and I bit my lips and pointed towards the window on my side of the seat, “This is the wrong direction, my house is the other way.”

“Oh shit.” He cursed quietly before sitting up and staring at the front of the moving car for a few seconds before informing the driver that he was to turn back around and head towards the opposite direction.

“I’ll have to get to the roundabout first since I can’t make a U turn right now,” the driver replied, and I shrugged my shoulders and settled more comfortably in my seat. I wasn’t in a rush to get home in the first place, and I’d get to spend more time in the same confinement with my boss while breathing in soothing cologne which was currently suffocating my senses since the car smelled strongly like him as well.

“You’re not in a hurry, are you? Seems like there’s going to be a bit of traffic,” my boss said to me, and I shook my head immediately before shooting him a side look and replying, “I’m not.”

“So boss, where do you stay?” I asked while staring at him expectantly after he went silent once again. I wanted him to keep on talking to me in that deep voice of his which was sending tiny vibrations down my spine on each rumble.

“You can call me Alex,” he corrected, and I glanced at my fiddling fingers as I turned the name around in my mind. It felt weird on my tongue. I’ve always known his name was Alex—Alex Cohen—from the moment I clicked on a documentary on google while looking through companies for an internship. Ever since I started the internship, I’ve only called him Mr. Cohen and boss. Switching to Alex was going to be a bit hard.