Chapter 14 Chapter 14
Selena
My brows furrowed as I looked at the room. Why was it dark? But I don't hesitate to enter fully. I’ve received a message to come to Theodore’s office.
“Boss, you called for me,” I called out.
Behind his table, Theodore’s chair was backing me.
slowly the darkness faded, revealing Theodore on the chair still backing me.
“Come here.”
I gulped at his voice, biting my lips. I walked towards him, to his front. My legs trembled, standing in front of him.
His lazy eyes stare at mine as if searching for something. His shirt buttons were unclasped, revealing his chiseled chest.
“Selena,” He called
And, my body shivered at the sound of his raspy voice. The way my name flows from his tongue.
He stood up, and I stepped back as his eyes moved down to my chest, fixed on it, and when they came back at me, there was something, something I knew too well.
“Why? Are you scared now? I’ve always seen the way you look at me. How your eyes glitter watching me.” He smirked, one of a devil, yet so sexy, and I couldn't help but bite my lips at the sensation spreading throughout my body.
An unfamiliar feeling tingles something in my pool, my stomach.
“Tell me, what do you think of me touching you, just like you desire?”
My eyes widened as he took a final step toward me, I moved back, leaning my back against the glass wall.
But that wasn't the issue, there was a bigger problem.
I could feel something wet on my thigh, close to….. I was wet.
I have never before, not like this.
But I wanted him. I wanted to have his sinful hands on my breast, pulling my nipples as his other hand rubs my thob..
I opened my mouth to speak. “I…I..”
His eyes bat sexily, waiting for me, like he had all the time in the world. Or so I had thought.
“You don't have to speak, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Wha—” “Ah,” I gasped as I was turned around to face the glass wall, the world in my sight.
“Bos-s. What -are-you doing?” I stutter trying to turn back, but I’m held still by my waist. My posture bent to him.
My eyes widened, body burning as his hands trace my waist.
“Be good.”
His deep voice filled my ears, his body over me, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
“And I may just be gentle.” His hand grabbed my inner thigh, spreading then.
I gasped, pulling them together, but his hand held them apart, spreading them wider.
“Mmm.”
My eyes widened at the sounds from me. I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
“Don't be now. How will I know I’m fulfilling you if you stay quiet? I hope I can hear louder sounds from you.”
“Take off your clothes in seconds, I want to see you.” His voice deepened, commanding and when I turned to him, he glared.
I swallowed, taking off my black skirt, followed by my white shirt, my ears tinting red.
I move to turn again, but I’m pushed down, bent deeply, my eyes on the floor, my ass in the air.
“Ah, boss,”
“Hmm, it's as good as I imagined,” He moved over my ass, rubbing and then…
A finger pushed aside my panties, and his fingers slid into my pussy.
“Boss.. Hmm.”
I drew closer as his finger moved over my pussy lips. Fuck, it felt so good, better than I’ve ever had.
“Do you like that? No, I know. After all, your pussy takes my fingers so greedily.” He added another, stroking deep and fast. I arched my back to meet his rhythm.
“Yes. I love it.” I couldn't hear my voice fully.
I moved my waist towards him, my breasts smacking against my skin, my legs spread apart.
I wanted more, I wanted him to replace his fingers with his co…
He suddenly let go of me, and Emptiness filled me with the absence of his fingers.
But it's short-lived as my pants are pulled down, my legs spread wider, and then he meets my entrance.
His bulge rubbed against my pussy.
He was hard. I bit my lips, redness spreading on my cheeks.
“I know what is going through that pretty head of yours.”
I swallowed, my ears tearing. Needs building up inside my stomach, my pussy throbbed.
“Please, boss. I want you. I have always wanted you.”
He moved backward, saying nothing. I sighed at the absence. He couldn't be giving up right, not when I was this naked.
“Boss, I–”
I stilled as cold metal met my entrance.
It moved down, pressing.
“How does that feel?”
“Mm, it feels good. But..but what is th–”
“Ah,”
My hair is pulled backward, backward to look at his face, which leans forward. Whatever he had placed in my pussy pressed into me more, and I moaned at the pleasure.
“What does it feel like?”
He spread me apart more. Now he moved fast, the cold metal rubbing frantically on my pussy.
I moaned, my hands moving to hold my nipples which cried for needs. My head clouded the more he moved.
“I.. can't..tell boss. All I know is that it feels so good, and…”
Something cocked from a switch, and my body froze.
A gun.
My eyes widened.
The metal placed to my pussy, pleasuring me, was a gun.
I moved to turn, to look at him, pleasure still shooting from my pussy, because he doesn't stop.
“You must have now realised.” He stopped the movement.
“Why? You don't like it? I brought this specially for you, Selena. A shiny gun, something that reflects you. And guess what, your cum on it makes it look better.”
My body shook as he removed the gun. “And guess what, it tastes better. Too bad, this gun is for another purpose.”
“Bos..s. What's goi–”
My arm is grabbed, and I’m pushed around, my words cut short and then, I face him, a gun on my forehead, his lustful eyes replaced with fury.
“Do you really think you have survived being a mole in my company?” The gun cocked, and my eyes flared.
“Boss, wh-at,”
“Bye, Selena.”
No, no. I closed my eyes, and then he pulled the trigger. Sharp pain jolted my head.
…..
My eyes flared open as I sat up from the bed, breaking into a cold sweat. My chest beat heavily. I looked around. I was in my room, on my bed.
I whipped my head, the exact spot the gun was pointed at.
There was nothing, just sweat. And most importantly, there was no Theodore Mateo. I took a deep breath.
‘What type of dream was that?’
Slowly everything flowed in. Before he had wanted to kill me. He..he..
I looked down at my legs. Now I could feel the sweet sensation from below. My teeth glazed at my lips, the image of him touching me with the gun filled my head.
It felt good, and in the dream, I seemed to be different. I’ve never been so vocal.
But everything had changed. He knew I was sent.