The Boss

Elias had been working for Marcus Kane for two years.

Marcus was the CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the city — cold, brilliant, and terrifyingly handsome. He was known for being demanding and having zero tolerance for mistakes.

Elias was his personal assistant.

He had been in love with Marcus for eighteen months.

He had never said anything. He knew better. Marcus didn’t do relationships. He did power. Control. And occasionally, he did his assistants.

Elias had seen it happen before — bright young things who got too close and then disappeared after a few months.

He told himself he wouldn’t be one of them.

He was wrong.

It started with late nights. Just the two of them in Marcus’s massive corner office. Then it became dinners. Then it became Marcus’s hand on the small of Elias’s back when they walked to the car.

One night, after everyone else had gone home, Marcus called Elias into his office.

“Close the door,” Marcus said without looking up from his computer.

Elias obeyed.

Marcus finally looked at him. His eyes were dark.

“Lock it.”

Elias’s heart started pounding.

He locked the door.

Marcus stood up and walked around his desk. He stopped in front of Elias and looked down at him.

“I’ve been patient,” Marcus said quietly. “But I’m done waiting.”

He grabbed Elias by the tie and pulled him into a rough kiss. Elias made a surprised sound that quickly turned into a moan as Marcus backed him against the desk.

Marcus didn’t waste time.

He spun Elias around and bent him over the desk. He yanked Elias’s pants and underwear down and spat on his hole. Two thick fingers pushed inside without much warning. Elias gasped and gripped the edge of the desk as Marcus worked him open roughly.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias moaned loudly.

Marcus fucked him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand gripping Elias’s hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” Marcus growled. “Walking around my office in those tight suits. Looking at me like you want me to bend you over this desk every single day.”

Elias could only moan in response.

Marcus fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the quiet office. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling onto the floor beneath the desk. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“This changes everything,” Marcus said. “You’re mine now. Not just as my assistant. Understand?”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He nodded.

Marcus kissed him again — slower this time.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t share what’s mine.”

He helped Elias fix his clothes, then kissed him one more time.

“Go home,” Marcus said. “Rest. Tomorrow, you’re moving into my penthouse.”

Elias blinked.

“What?”

Marcus smiled — small, sharp, and satisfied.

“You heard me.”

He turned Elias toward the door and gave him a light slap on the ass.

“Now go. Before I change my mind and fuck you again.”

Elias left the office on shaky legs, cum still dripping down his thighs, heart racing.

He should have been scared.

Instead, he smiled the entire way home.