on. my. knees.

"You just started working for Ace Corporation as a secretary, is your first day. You hear the CEO of the company talk in an angry tone to a guy from R&D throwing back at him a pack of papers." “Can’t you fucking do this right? Don’t waste my time with something that you haven’t confirmed,” "He says angry at the guy and walks towards his office but as he walk with threatening eyes, your eyes meet and chills run through your spine as you quickly look away and continue working trying not to get his attention. A few minutes later, you’re called into the CEO’s office. You don’t know why so you stand in front of the door to his office, hesitating to knock. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that it’s your first day of work and you haven’t done anything wrong."

"Drake's deep voice echoes through the door," "Come in."

"Drake stands with his back against you, staring out the window as he speaks," "Yes, you may shut the door and come closer."

"Drake turns around to face you and motions for you to come closer as he speaks," "Tell me, how are you finding our company so far?" "His eyes fixed sternly on you."

"That's very reassuring to hear." "Drake walks around his desk and leans against it with his arms crossed, looking at you up and down for a few seconds before continuing," "I trust that you will work diligently and keep your focus on the tasks you're handed." "He pauses and narrows his eyes," "Is that clear?"

"Excellent. I'm sure you will play a pivotal role in achieving the company's goals," "Drake says, his body language rigid and intimidating," "You should know that I keep a very high standard for my employees and I don't tolerate any slacking or mistakes." "His tone of voice is heavy, signaling the severity of his message."

"I see that you're a capable young woman. We could use more of your kind around here," "Drake says with an approving nod," "I expect you to fulfill your roles and responsibilities to the best of your abilities. That is all." "He perks up and stares straight at you," "Now, is there anything else you need to discuss with me so we can move on?"

"Drake seems to catch a glimpse of your wandering attention, and leans in closer to emphasize his final message," "Good. You should focus on your work and not let anything distract you. Including me." "His voice trails off and he steps back, his eyes never leaving yours. He motions for you to leave and turns around to face the window once again as he waits for you to exit his office."

"As you lean against the door, it suddenly opens behind you. Drake steps out with an expectant look on his face, causing you to jump in surprise. He looms over you, his body inches away from yours as he speaks," "Is there something the matter?" "His voice is cold and intimidating."

"I see," "Drake says with a raised eyebrow, studying your expression for a moment before continuing," "Remember to keep your focus on work and not on anything else. You don't want to get distracted and make mistakes." "He takes a step back and gives you a dismissive wave," "You may go now."

As you focus on your work, you notice that Drake appears to be walking around the office overlooking everything and everyone. Every now and then, he would cast his eyes towards your desk, making you feel uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. However, just as quickly as he had appeared, he vanishes back into his own office. Throughout the day, you continue to get your work done, focused and determined despite the distracting thoughts of the CEO. By the time the workday comes to an end, you feel fulfilled with a sense of pride in your performance.

As you make your way to the clock out area, you suddenly hear a voice behind you. "Leaving so soon?" "It's Drake's voice and you spot him standing in the doorway of his office. His eyes gleam with a hint of amusement," "Or perhaps you're just eager to leave me here all alone?" he says teasingly.

"Not particularly," "Drake answers nonchalantly, his gaze scanning over you slowly," "I was simply hoping to catch you before you left. My secretary is responsible for keeping me on track and managing my appointments." "He pauses for a moment before continuing," "Speaking of which, I need you to schedule a meeting with the R&D department tomorrow, and make sure they have everything we asked for."

"No, that will be all for now," "Drake replies, but before you can turn and leave, he steps forward and lowers his voice," "Although, I do want to remind you to stay out of trouble and not distract yourself unnecessarily." "He leans in closer and despite the warning, his tone and gaze remain teasing." "I wouldn't want my secretary to end up making mistakes, now would I?"

"Good," "Drake says with a small smirk, taking note of your reaction," "I expect nothing but the best from my employees, I'm sure you won't disappoint me." With that, he moves away from you and into his office.

As you step into the building, you see the receptionist wave at you and she hands you an envelope. "This was left for you by Mr. Williams," she says with a smile before turning back to her computer. The envelope has your name on it and it's from Drake. When you open it, you find a simple note that reads "Don't be late for the meeting today."

The receptionist glances up at you and checks her computer before responding, "I'm sorry, I don't have that information. I suggest you go to Mr. Williams' office and ask him directly." She smiles at you before turning back to her work.

Drake's voice booms from his office, "Come in." You take a deep breath to steady your nerves before walking into his office. His eyes flicker to you as you enter, and you sense the intensity in his gaze. Wordlessly, he gestures for you to sit, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Good morning," Drake replies. "I hope you found my note this morning. The meeting is scheduled for 10 AM sharp. Don't be late." He pauses and looks at you for a moment, as if gauging your reaction. "Now, onto more pressing matters. I have noticed that you have been working exceptionally hard since you started here, and I would like to commend you for it. Your dedication to your work has not gone unnoticed. In fact," he leans forward, "I would like to give you a little extra incentive to continue working hard."

Drake leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers. "I'm glad to hear it," he says, his eyes locked on yours all the while. "As for the incentive, I was thinking that we could have a little private celebration after the upcoming business presentation if everything goes as planned. Just the two of us." He leans forward again, his gaze piercing. "What do you say?"

Drake's mouth curves into a small smile as he considers your answer. "Excellent," he says. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. I expect the business presentation to go smoothly, but if anything goes wrong, make sure you are prepared to face the consequences." He leans back in his chair and regards you for a few moments longer before dismissing you with a nod of his head.

As you arrive at the location of the presentation, you are greeted by the CEO himself, Drake Williams, who nods at you in acknowledgement before proceeding to take his place front and center. The room is filled with high-ranking officials, all eagerly waiting for the presentation to begin. As soon as the presentation starts, it becomes apparent that everything is going according to plan. The slides are crisp, the numbers are neatly formatted, and the speaker is fluent and confident in his delivery. You watch on, feeling proud of your efforts knowing that the success is partly because of how well you worked along with your team to prepare. Finally, as the presentation wraps up, the audience breaks into a round of applause. You turn to Drake expectantly, wondering what his reaction will be.

Drake's face remains stoic as he watches the presentation conclude. He then turns to you, his eyes scanning over your face before finally speaking. "Well done," he says simply. "The numbers speak for themselves. You and your team did an exceptional job." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his tone becoming more measured. "But now that the presentation is over, I think it's time we attend to our private celebration, don't you?" Drake's words are laced with a hint of something akin to excitement, and you can feel the weight of their implication settling over you.

Drake turns to you with a smug expression on his face, his eyes locking onto yours as he leads the way. "I'm glad to see that you're so eager," he says, his voice light and teasing. "But let's not be too hasty now. After all, we wouldn't want anyone to know what we're up to." He stops at a door and turns to you, his hand resting on the doorknob. "Are you ready?" he asks, his tone hinting at something more than just the party you were anticipating.

Drake opens the door to reveal a dimly-lit room with some comfortable seating scattered around. The ambiance is warm and inviting. You can smell the faint scent of candles burning, intermingled with the sweet aroma of freshly prepared food. Drake's eyes light up briefly before he turns to you with a suggestive smile playing across his lips.

"Now, let's celebrate in true style," he says in a low voice as he walks closer to you. He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, and you can't help but shiver slightly at the sensation. "I have a little surprise for you, Big Tuna, since you did such an outstanding job today."

Drake smirks as he feels your body react to his touch, relishing in the pleasure he's eliciting from you. "Relax, Big Tuna," he whispers into your ear, his voice dripping with intense desire. "I'm here for you, and only you." He leans back slightly, his hands resting on your hips as he looks into your eyes. "But first, let's have a little toast to our success." With that, he hands you a glass of champagne and raises his own into the air. "To the best secretary in town," he says, his gaze fixed on your face.

Drake smirks back at you, his eyes darkening with unbridled passion. "I like the way you think, Big Tuna," he says, his tone low and seductive. "You always know how to please me." He clinks his glass against yours, and takes a sip of the champagne before his gaze locks onto yours once more. "But now, it's time for our little surprise." He sets his glass down on a nearby table, and steps closer to you.

Drake leans in closer to you, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispers into your ear. "I want to show you how much you mean to me, Big Tuna," he says, his voice low and intense. "And for that, I have a special treat planned for you." He steps back, his eyes fixed on yours, and extends his hand towards you. "Come with me."

Drake leads you towards a door on the far end of his office. He opens it, and guides you inside what appears to be a luxurious bedroom suite with a king-sized bed in the center and ambient lighting adorning the walls.

He walks to the side of the bed and takes off his suit jacket, gently draping it over a nearby chair. "Take a seat, Big Tuna," he motions to a nearby loveseat. "I have something special planned for you." Then, he makes his way towards a cabinet, and starts to rummage around in it.

You notice that Drake seems to be in his element as he moves confidently and deliberately around the room, radiating authority and control. There's something about the way he carries himself that makes your heart race and the heat pool between your legs.

Drake turns around and catches your gaze, a small smirk forming on his face as he notices the bulge in your pants. "I'm glad you like it, Big Tuna," he says, his tone deep and smooth. "But I have to admit, there's one thing that would make this room even better." As he speaks, he puts his hands inside the cabinet and pulls out a small box. He walks slowly towards you with the box in his hand and a twinkle in his eye, making sure he has your attention.

Carefully, he opens the box to reveal a beautiful set of lingerie. "This would look stunning on you," he says, his voice laced with desire. "I want you to put it on for me."

Drake's eyes light up as he observes your eagerness. "I like the way you think, Big Tuna," he says, his gaze sweeping over your figure. "But let's do it right here, right now."

He walks to a nearby couch and sits down, crossing one leg over the other and gesturing for you to come closer. "You may change in front of me," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel a thrill run down your spine as you realize that this is just the beginning of the power dynamic at play between you and the intimidating CEO.

As you change in front of him, a smile forms on Drake's lips as he watches you struggle a bit with your pants. His eyes linger on your bulge before quickly moving up to catch yours. "You look absolutely stunning, Big Tuna," he says, his voice low and seductive. "But I think we can make it look even better."

He stands up and walks towards you, placing his hand on your waist and guiding you towards the bed. "Lie down, Big Tuna," he commands softly. "Let me show you what it truly means to be mine."

Drake looks down at you with intense eyes as you lie down obediently on the bed. Something primal awakens inside him as he sees you submitting to his will, and he can't resist the temptation any longer. He leans down to capture your lips in a deep and passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body possessively.

"You're mine, Big Tuna," he murmurs against your lips. "No one else can lay a hand on you but me." He continues to kiss you deeply, his desire for you growing with every passing moment. As his hand moves down to your bulge, he gives it a tight squeeze, eliciting a moan from your lips.

Drake feels your body arching into his kiss and he deepens it, taking control of the pace. His hands move down to caress your chest, savoring the feel of your body under his touch. He breaks the kiss with a smirk and moves down to nibble on your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"You've been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "And now that you're here with me, I'm going to take everything from you."

He continues to kiss and nibble his way down your body, his hand soon reaching your bulge again. With a firm grip, he begins to rub it slowly, watching as your breathing grows ragged with excitement.

Drake grins as he watches your reaction to his touch. He leans up for a moment to remove his shirt, revealing his toned and muscular torso, before straddling you on the bed and continuing to rub your bulge with an even stronger grip.

"You're so responsive to me, Big Tuna," he murmurs seductively, watching your every reaction. "I love how you're reacting to my touch."

He continues to massage you through your pants as he speaks, his other hand roaming over your chest. "Are you ready for me, Big Tuna?" He asks teasingly.