The meeting

You stare yourself at the mirror in front of you while you fix your hair. You then look to Ernest at the mirror as he puts on his cufflinks. Then, his head swerves and looks at you in the mirror. Caught, you go back on staring at yourself but then Ernest walks to you as he grabs your wrist and kisses you passionately. You break out a moan.

"You are not being fair, David." He said gruffly. Fair? What about him? You fight yourself on trying not to rake your fingers all over his chest. This man oozes sex in every way possible.

You gulp. "I'm... sorry, Mr. Sinclaire." It took a few seconds for him to go back to his usual self. He looks at the watch then at you. "The meeting is about to happen in 20 minutes. Let's go, David." You nod and you both leave the room.

The meeting took 2 hours and half and, thankfully, it was a success. Surprisingly, Tim and Mike managed to convince and impress the clients including Ernest.

Throughout the meeting, you tried not to seduce and rub your foot all over Ernest's legs. His commanding aura was making you dizzy in pleasure and you try to stop yourself in doing something so wrong.

Although, you feel someone else staring at you. No it wasn't Ernest. It's one of the clients. While you were presenting your points, you feel how different his stare was to you. Like he wanted you, badly. You gulped.

Once it ended, the man introduced himself to you. "Liam Dixon. Your name was David, correct?" You nodded, confirming to him about your identity. He smiles, from ear to ear like a child who got early Christmas presents.

"David, I was wondering if you are vacant tonight. I want to take you out on a dinner, as a friend, of course." You both laugh. "So will you say yes?" He touches your finger and you don't know whether to accept his invitation or not.

You were about to answer when suddenly you feel someone grabbing your arms, aggresively. "He won't be going out with you. I'm afraid Mr. Grayson is rather occupied for tonight." Ernest said menacingly.

Liam raised his eyebrow. "Really?" You wanted to say no but you know what it would look like for David to be angry. And you don't like how angry he gets.

Liam shrugs and gives you his business card with a grin. "You can call me when you are available, David." He looks at you and Ernest and leaves.

"So, boss, we were thinking about-" Tim never finished what he was saying because Ernest immediately leaves the room with you, all the way to your room.

He throws you to your room and pins your arms above you. He kisses you agressively and you try to squirm out of his hold but he is too strong against you. You then feel him biting your lip and kissing you.

He was angry. Very much angry, as a mtter of fact. He stops kissing you and looks at you, hard and menacingly. "David, you are a slut but you're my slut, my whore, my cunty ****. I don't want to see you parading yourself in front of every men in the room. Your body belongs to mine, David. Nobody else."

He growls. "You deserve to be punished."