suguru was the ceo of this big company, what company you ask? couldn’t be bothered to tell you, all i know is.. he favors you.
god he favors you so much, you’re like a refreshing mint after eating, a cold glass of water after working out, you were everything.
that’s why he was fucking you, and didn’t care who knew.
knowing you had a goal in mind he didn’t care, he was going to help you get there. yeah you worked three work levels from him, but he never cared.
instead, he coddled you, made sure you were okay, made sure you ate, made sure your body was always satisfied.
if he had to go down on you three times to make you cum… he would do that, although your body was sensitive and responded to his touch… everytime.
even when you weren’t supposed to.
in a meeting and you give him some papers, your finger grazes his, immediate eye contact to see if he noticed, he did.
now you’re looking over the room to see if anyone else noticed, they didn’t, yet you still felt embarrassed.
you were just an employee, so why couldn’t he treat you as such? everyone knew that he catered to you and spoiled you, and they hated you for it.
why were you out of all people getting a months paid leave? or getting out of work early? or pastry baskets?
suguru knew that there were mumurs and whispers about the both of, but he didn’t care, you were always top priority.
he couldn’t see himself doing this for anyone else… but you, it wasn’t because of how attractive you were, or how you handled work.
he truly believed it was because he loved you, but that’s besides the point.
the true point was, you were always in front of his mind like a car in the driveway, you never left.
and god that body of yours, the way his eyes trailed over your body every time you walked away was something special.
all he could think about was trailing his big hands over your curves and tasting you, fucking you, taking in all of you.
yes you’ve done it all before, but he needed more, something of substances.
the way you tried to his your moans when he got under your skirt, pulled down your panties and lid his tongue all around your clit.
it was sexy, his dick would be pressing against his pants, standing up and bending you over, entering inside your tight wet walls.
your tiny moans and protest on how the both of you should’ve be doing this because he was your body, he didn’t give a fuck.
he wanted you, only you, to take him in, to tell him how good you felt from his dick, and how no one else knew your spots like him.
before he would fuck you, you would come into his office with a bright smile on your face and he’ll ask you how you were, a brief conversation about your boyfriend.
your ex boyfriend of course, in those tiny conversations, he could tell how unhappy you were, how you were putting on a front.
and how you only got this job because it paid more, hours pushing on your back it’s hard to get a good sleep routine.
his eyebrows furrowed, the fuck? absolutely not, a smart, beautiful young woman like yourself shouldn’t be having all these hours.
he immediately changed your schedule and started paying you double, a shock to you of course but deciding not to mention it.
form that day forward he moved you two positions up, he would’ve moved you up more but he didn’t want to get complaints from the board about unethical practices.
he didn’t care if you didn’t want anything more than just a fuck and working for him, he would stay in his position and do all he could to cater to you.
