Filthy Secret

The next morning at seven-thirty on the dot, I make my way down to Aspen’s apartment to collect her. After she left last night, I decided that she would be working for me personally. Not Caldwell’s. Me. I want to know every minute of every day, what she is doing, and I can’t do that if she is in another department or on another floor, so the conclusion I came to is that she can be my PA. I will assign Dawn, my current PA, to someone else, and Aspen can take her position. It will certainly ruffle some feathers and may cause several arguments amongst senior management. But I don’t care. I own the fucking company. I can do what the hell I like.

I knock on the door, my mind racing with what my little lamb will be wearing today. I hope it’s a skirt. Easier access. I could bend her over my desk push it up to her hips as I pull her panties down. I could play with what I am sure is a sweet cunt, getting her wet enough to take my big cock. Then I could ram into her, stretching her, make her take me. I could- I’m cut off when the door swings open, revealing Aspen. Fresh-faced, with a lick of mascara on her long lashes. A coat of gloss on her plump pink lips and her brown hair down in soft waves. My eyes drop down her body, my jaw clenches at the sexy but innocent dress she wears. I could definitely work with that.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Fuck. She is beautiful. I swear to God, if any other man in that building looks at her in a way I don’t like, I will fire the fuckers.

My gaze moves back to her face to find her blushing. I love the colour on her skin and briefly wonder if her arse would look the same after I spank her. My dick hardens in my trousers at the thought.

“Morning Ethan,” she says shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. I reach forward and take that lock between my fingers, rubbing the soft strands. Her breath hitches, and she stares at me.

I clear my throat. “Aspen,” I say in greeting. “My driver is waiting downstairs. Let’s go.” I grab her elbow and pull her outside towards the elevator.

“I am quite capable of walking myself.” She snaps, making me smirk.

My little lamb has some fire.

I like it.

She will need that fire for what I have planned for her.

Hitting the button for the lobby, the doors open almost immediately. We step inside. She shifts nervously beside me. I watch as she swallows and wonder how far she could take me down her throat. I wonder If she could handle someone like me.

“What will I be doing today?” she asks softly, her blue eyes on me.

“You will be personally working for me.”

Those gorgeous eyes of hers widen. “Wha-whatt?” she stutters. “I thought I would be working for someone… a bit lower down in the company.” She says cautiously.

I grin, flashing some teeth. “No, little lamb. I just decided that you will be mine.” by the look on her face, I think she misses the underlying meaning in what I say. That’s okay.

She will soon figure it out.

She lets out a long sigh as we come to a stop, and I bite back a smile. My little lamb doesn’t even know the half of what I am going to put her through. I am known for being brutal in the business world, and she will see that for herself. Just as she will see how ruthless I will be when I get her underneath me, taking my big cock in her tight little cunt.

I stride out, Aspen following close behind. Maurice, who is on the door, opens it with a smile and greeting.

“Good morning, Mr Caldwell. Have a great day.”

I nod before hopping into the waiting Mercedes, where Albert has the door open for me. My little lamb scrambles in beside me. Her sweet scent hits me again, making my blood pump through my body and my dick harden to stone. A primal need, the same one that happened last night, courses through me. Without thinking, my hand darts out and clamps down on her thigh. She gasps, her eyes widening. I lean in, my lips brushing hers. I smile when she moves closer. She wants this too. I pull back and cup her cheeks.

“I have high expectations for you, little lamb. I hope you can handle me.”

ASPEN

“I have high hopes for you, little lamb. I hope you can handle me.”

Somehow, I get the feeling he didn’t mean in the office. Especially since we nearly kissed…well, he brushed his soft lips against mine. But in my head, we almost did.

I sit at my new desk outside Ethan’s office, chewing my lip in thought. The way he touched me. The almost kiss. The bulge in his pants… I saw it with my own eyes. He was hard for me.

What does this all mean?

Does he want me like I want him?

The thought sends a thrill through me.

Maybe I can have Ethan in the ways I have dreamed about.

It’s been a week of working at Caldwell Global Investments, and I thought I was being paranoid, that it was all in my head. I’ve come to the realization it’s not. No one speaks to me. No one looks at me, well

apart from Ethan, and I have just about had enough of it.

I push out of my seat and march towards his door. I knock and wait for his voice to confirm I can enter.

“Come in,” his thick drawl sends a jolt of lust straight to my core. Pushing the door open, I step inside. He sits at his big oak desk like the king he is, tracking my every move as I walk towards him. I swallow at the intense look in his eyes. I suddenly don’t feel so confident about what I am going to say.

“What’s wrong little lamb?”

I swallow before speaking. “Why does no one in this building apart from you talk to me? No one even looks at me. I don’t understand it.”

He smirks before pushing out of his chair and rounding his desk. He stands in front of me. My pulse kicks up at his proximity. Before I know what is happening, he cups my face and smashes his lips to mine. I gasp at the contact, which allows him access to my mouth. His tongue darts inside, tangling with my own. What the fuck is happening right now? Am I dreaming? No, I’m not. This is real. Ethan is kissing me.

My hands come up, landing on his chest. I try to push him away, but he is so big he doesn’t move. He groans into my mouth, and I feel his cock harden against my stomach. I gasp again. He feels huge. So much bigger than I am used to.

He pulls away. I stare at him as I try to catch my breath. He runs a finger across his bottom lip before doing the same to mine. He bops me on the nose, then leans in; his hot breath hits my ear, making me shiver.

“Because you are mine, little lamb. I don’t want anyone looking at you, let alone speaking to you.”

I snap out of whatever spell he had me under and take a step back. “You told them not to talk to me?” I ask incredulously.

He grins. “Yes. I want all your words. All your smiles. Every single one of your facial expressions. I want you. You are mine. You were mine from the moment you stepped into my apartment, and there is nothing you can do to change that lamb.”

My eyes widen at his words. I know I wanted him, but this? This is too much. “I don’t understand. You were married to my aunt.” I blurt, even though that never stopped me from obsessing over the man.

He smirks wider as he cups my face. “Was, being the operative word. Now I am going to have you. Own you. I am going to fill you with my cum.

Bury myself so deep in your tight little cunt that you will never get me out.”