A Matter Of Authority; Submission In The Board Room

PROLOGUE

ASHER

I ached to be manhandled so badly, to be whipped and gagged, to be forced on my knees, and to beg him to let me climax. I wanted so many things, but the most important was the need to have him gather me in his arms after each session and whisper sweet words to me.

I might be a masochist, but I love the thought of being held like I was a priceless porcelain doll, like a princess.

As the man in the video finally climaxed, I followed him, screaming out before I collapsed on the couch, spent, but feeling empty. My body had gotten tired of my hands. I craved something else, the feel of someone's muscular hands on me.

It was such a pity we couldn't have that. Not if I wanted to risk everything. Back in college, I had been promiscuous, living the hell out of my life, doing whatever the hell I wanted to, but it wasn't the same anymore.

Right now, I have a company, and I have to be careful of things slipping out. There was so much I had to protect and couldn't jeopardise it all just for a quick fix. My body will have to get used to my hands until I'm strong enough to do whatever I want.

However, as I looked up, I recalled the man who had caused me so much pentup frustration from the first time I saw him. Guel Caleb Lee. A man with big hands, one I knew mine would fit in so perfectly. His muscular body always made me ache to reach out and press them, and it made me wonder how it would feel, pressing on my back as he fucked me hard.

He was now the object of my fantasy and the reason it felt like I might go mad if I didn't let him fuck me. It wasn't that easy, though. Not when the fucking man was a naïve virgin who couldn't even take a hint. He always jumped each time I touched him, making me feel bad for having such thoughts for a man with the brain of a teen.

I reached for the tissue and whipped the mess off before I put on my slacks and pressed down on the crease of my shirt. I switched the TV off and walked over to my desk, after depositing the tissue in the bin...now that I had gotten that out of the way. It's time to get back to work...

ASHER

A knock came on my door before my secretary pushed it open, beaming. She had her hand placed protectively under her stomach. "Good morning, boss," she greeted, still smiling.

"Good morning. How's our baby this morning?"

"Kicking." She rubbed her stomach, which had gotten bigger since the time she broke the news to me. She was nearing her 9th month, and I didn't want to think of how lonely I would be when she went on maternity leave.

Benny has been with me from the time I founded this company. She was one of the few workers who witnessed our growth. We started in a flat and rapidly grew until we got not just an entire building but different branches in the country.

"Come on, don't give me that look." She frowned, walking over to me. "My maternity leave will just be 6 months. Before you know it, I will be back, stressing your life like I always do." She grinned, picking up on my mood like she always did.

"I can't help it, Benny," I groaned. "You are the best secretary any boss could ever ask for. I don't think anyone would replace you."

I shuddered, thinking of how I would survive the months she would be gone. I knew it would be hell. No one would be as perfect as Benny.

"What can I say? I'm irreplaceable," she said with a smug smile. "It's just a temporary thing. I will be back before you miss me." She reached over and pinched my cheeks, chuckling when I growled at her. "Now that's my cute puppy."

Benny was the only one who could see through me, through the mask I always had around others. While others feared me, she saw the man who tried to shoulder everything by hiding behind a wall.

"I'm not a puppy, and you know that." I playfully swatted her hands away. "Now, to business. Why are you here?"

"Oh, dear me." She placed a palm on her forehead and exhaled. "I almost forgot. The new employee is here for his final interview."

"Oh." I checked the time on my wristwatch. "I have an hour to spare before the dreadful board meeting. Let him in."

"Okay." Winking, she left my office.

I got up from my chair and straightened my shirt to look presentable enough. Sitting back, I let the mask slide into place, taking on the role of a stern boss. It was the look I had perfected from the time I started this business, and it had worked to keep people away from me and my workers in line.

A knock came a few minutes later, and I asked the person in as I reached for his file. I opened it just as he walked in.

"Good morning, sir."

My heart stilled when I heard his voice. It was the one I always fantasised about, a deep baritone. Slowly, I looked up, my eyes widening as they moved from a broad shoulder to his face. Time stilled, and the words I wanted to utter lodged in my throat.

The man was freaking handsome. No, scratch that. Fucking gorgeous. The type I wouldn't mind letting tie me down. His emerald eyes stared at me, stealing my breath.

My eyes went down again, to that fucking chest, before they moved lower, to his hands. Father Abraham, those hands would look good wrapped around my neck as he took me from behind. I imagined getting slapped on my arse as he took me hard, and the imprints it would leave. My dick hardened at that, twitching, just like my arsehole.

And when my eyes travelled lower, to the package hidden by his slacks, I felt like I might faint. He was packing something down there, and I ached to reach out, to unzip his slacks as I got down on my knees and swallowed it down my throat as far as I could without gagging. Of course, he would have his hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to take more.

"Excuse me, sir?"

I snapped my gaze back to his face, blinking as my cheeks coloured. I felt ashamed getting caught leering at his body.

"Are you okay, sir?" He asked politely. His expression didn't match his body at all. He looked far too innocent.

"Yeah." I let out a cough, sitting up as I reached for his file once more. "Have a seat, Mr ..."

"Lee. The name's Guel Lee," he offered with a smile, closing the distance between us.

The nearer he got, the more it felt like I might faint.

Fuck. Get a grip on your damned self, Asher! I screamed at myself. This wasn't the first time I had seen a muscular man, damn it!

"Right. Mr Lee." I forced a smile as he sat. Seated, he didn't get any smaller. Though there was a table separating us, I felt like his body would swallow me whole.

Gulping, I looked down at his resume, and the first thing that caught my eye was his age. Fucking 20?! He's 15 years my junior??!

God, Asher, you need to snap out of this. He's way too young for you, damn it!

Okay, it wasn't my fault that he looked at least 25 with that body. I wouldn't have doubted if he told me he was thirty. That body doesn't look like it belonged to a kid. Come on.

I leafed through the information before I looked up. "You are quite young, Mr Lee, and it said you just graduated?" I lifted a brow at that.

"Yes, sir, I completed college a few months ago. This is my first job," he said, looking earnestly at me.

"I see." I nodded, with my hand placed under my jaw, staring at him. "You are muscular," I blurted before I could stop myself. My mouth just couldn't get the hint, running because it felt the need to.

"I was in the football and basketball club throughout high school and college," he replied, a blush decorating his cheeks.

"You must be quite good," I noted, still running my eyes down his muscular body, now with a reason to do so. I could always claim I was just looking at the body of a sports champion.

"Yes, sir!" He sat up in the chair. "I was the best player, with the highest scores."

"I can see that." My eyes remained glued to his chest as I wondered how it would feel plastered against him, feeling the hardness beneath me. "Why didn't you learn sports in college? You would have done well in the field. Why decide to work in a corporate office?"

"I..." He rubbed the back of his neck. The colour on his cheeks was still there. "I needed money," he replied at last. "I couldn't afford to pay for the coaching lessons."

I blinked, surprised he didn't think twice about telling the truth. He was just as innocent as he looked.

"It said here that you were at the top of your class?" I continued, getting impressed the more I read about his resume. I'd never met someone so good in both academics and sports. And let's not forget the body and face. He was like a male character in a manga, one that had nothing to do with the real world.

"Yes, sir."

"Why didn't you pursue your studies further?" I closed the file after I had read to the end, past all the parttime work he did.

"There was no money to do that. I had to work, to ease the burden off my mother's shoulders," he responded, causing me to lift a brow.

"Are you trying to use a sob story to get this job?" I was almost suspicious. I'd met people who lied about their background just so they could get employed, claiming they were poor when they weren't. All just to garner sympathy.

"I won't dare." He looked alarmed. "I'm only telling the truth, sir. You can investigate me. I will never lie just to get a job. My mum didn't train a liar."

"I see."

The young man was getting interesting the more we spoke.

"Where do you see yourself, fifteen years from now?" I used the infamous interview line when I couldn't think of any more questions to ask, but needed to prolong this so I could hear his voice. It was the first thing that came to my mind.

"Uhm..." He inhaled and closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them. "Still working here."

"Here? Are you trying to make me pick you? Obviously, no one would wish to work in a company for that long unless you have an excellent post."

"Not if you have always dreamt of working at that establishment. I have always wanted to work here." When he peered at me this time, there was an adoration in his eyes. He looked like a kid admiring a superstar.

"Why?"

"Uhm..." He glanced down, but not fast enough to hide the blush on his cheeks. "I have always admired you," he said in a small voice.

"Me?" I couldn't help the smile that broke out on my face at his words. I had to clear my throat to get rid of it. "Why?"

He looked up, barely keeping my stare. "You have almost the same story as I did. You didn't let your background deter you on your way to success. Your determination made me look forward to the future. From a young age, I had always dreamt of working here, in this company, with you as my mentor."

Talk about being speechless. I couldn't say any words. He had expertly rubbed me of the ability to speak...his raw adoration and the glint in his eyes were enough to show his sincerity.

"You got the job," I said at last.

"Really?!" His eyes sparkled. "Thank you so much, sir. I promise you won't regret this!" He got up and reached for my hand to shake me, but I recoiled at his touch, burned by the warmth.

His eyes widened, and he gulped. "I apologise for that, sir. I didn't know "

"It's okay."

"I'm sorry!" He bowed his head.

"It's okay. You got the job. You can start today or tomorrow, whichever works well for you. Benny will send the contract to you to sign. She will also help you get settled in."

"Thank you, sir!" He bowed his head once more before he hurried out, closing the door behind him. The second I heard the click of the door, I relaxed back in my chair and let out a sigh, looking down at my hard cock.

The organ had been this way from the time I heard him speak. It didn't even soften when he was telling his story.

"Fuck you," I muttered and placed my hand over my dick, rubbing it through the material of my slacks and imagining Guel doing this to me. My toes curled up as I threw my head back, letting out a curse. I widened my thighs and unzipped my slacks, enough to release my dick from its confines.

"Baby," the conjured Guel whispered to me, reaching out to touch my dick. I almost jumped out of the chair when his thumb rubbed the top. Biting back a moan, I closed my eyes.

"You are leaking just at the thoughts of me," he teased, still playing with me, enough to send my heart racing and my blood rushing south.

"Please," I parted my lips and whispered.

"Please, what?" He smiled, still teasing me.

"Let me cum," I begged, panting.

"Call me Daddy."

I froze at that, my throat drying instantly. My dick jumped, hardening as that word settled in.

"What? You don't want to?" He frowned. "Don't you want to be my baby boy? To be taken care of? Don't you want Daddy to show you how good with his hand he is?"

"I..." I swallowed. "I want it."

So fucking bad. I had always been interested in the daddy roleplay, but I hadn't experienced it before. I have dated no one. All I ever had in college were flings that didn't last more than a week.

"Then say it. Tell me what you want Daddy to do for you, and he will."

I bit my lower lip, thinking of it before I whispered, "Stroke my cock, Daddy."

"Good boy." Smiling, he increased his pace so fast I didn't fight it. "Daddy!" I screamed as I climaxed, panting as I shook from the force of my ejaculation. Snapping my eyes open, I looked down at my fist, wrapped around my dick and my cheeks coloured.

I couldn't believe I had just wanked myself at the thoughts of my new employee. What was worse, I had even enjoyed it, knowing the real deal was far too young for me.