5
Ethan
M onday morning arrives, and Im practically vibrating with anticipation as I wait for Lark to arrive at the office. Ive instructed Claire to bring her to me the moment she walks through the door, and I wont hear any objections. I want Lark, and I want her now.
When Lark finally arrives, I cant help but notice that shes wearing the same dress from the interview. Well, that wont fucking do.
"Lark," I greet her with a charming smile as she enters my office. "Its good to see you again. But I must say, I expected something a bit... fresher for your first day."
Lark shifts uncomfortably under my gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I-Im sorry, Mr. Drake. I didnt realize"
"Call me Ethan," I interject smoothly, cutting off her apology. "And no need to apologize. Consider it a learning opportunity. As my assistant, youre the first face clients and investors see. Presentation is everything, so you need to look the part if you want to succeed." That sounds like a reasonable request, I think.
As I speak, I notice Larks gaze lingering on me, her eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and something else that I cant quite place. It sends a thrill down my spine, knowing that shes looking at me like that. Like Im the only thing she sees in the room.
I swallow hard, fighting the urge to lean closer to her, to drink her in with my eyes as shes doing to me. Its a dangerous game were playing, this dance of desire, but I cant help but revel in the tension that crackles between us.
"I-I understand," Lark stammers, breaking the spell with her words. "Thank you for the opportunity, Ethan."
The way she says my name makes me hard, and I instantly recall what it felt like to hold her in my arms over the weekend. How she fit perfectly against me, as if she was made to be there.
"Youre welcome, Lark," I reply, my voice husky with suppressed desire. "Now, lets not waste any time. Claire will take you shopping today. Consider it a welcome gift from the company."
Claire, who has been hovering in the background, looks confused. "But Ethan, I thought I was supposed to"
"Not today, Claire," I interrupt, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Lark needs a new wardrobe, and I trust you to take care of it. Dont disappoint me."
With a resigned sigh, Claire nods in understanding and turns to Lark. "Come on, then. Lets go get you some new clothes."
Lark tries to refuse, but I wont hear it. I want her to look her best, and I wont settle for anything less. As they leave my office, I cant help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Lark may not realize it yet, but shes mine now, and that means Ill make sure she has what she needsincluding the finest clothes.
As the day drags on, my meetings seem to stretch for an eternity, each minute feeling like an hour as I anxiously check my phone for any updates on Larks whereabouts. Its almost 1 p.m., and theres still no sign of her or Claire. I pull my phone out and check if Claires texted me, but since I messaged her to make sure she understands the clothes I want for Lark, theres nothing.
Frustration simmers beneath the surface as I tap my foot impatiently, my mind racing with a thousand possibilities of what could be delaying them. Were they caught up in traffic? Did Lark have trouble finding the right clothes? Or was Claire simply taking her time?
But then I rememberduring the weekend, I installed a tracker on Larks phone. With a few taps on my phone, I pull up the tracker app and zero in on Larks location. Relief floods through me as I see that shes finally on her way back to the office. Its about time.
As the minutes tick by, I keep a watchful eye on the tracker, the anticipation building with each step Lark takes closer to the office. And finally, after what feels like an eternity, I spot her entering the building, accompanied by Claire.
With a satisfied smirk, I dismiss the lingering irritation and prepare to meet with Lark to discuss her new wardrobe. Its about time she got back to work.
Lark enters the office wearing a sleek, elegant jacket draped over her shoulders. Its long, black, and exudes a certain sophistication that instantly catches my eye. Unlike the jacket she arrived in, this one suits her perfectly. She looks stunning, and I find myself smirking at the sight.
As she removes the jacket, revealing a new outfit underneath, my smirk widens into a knowing grin. The thigh-short, form-fitting white dress clings to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure in a way thats undeniably captivating. The bottom of the skirt has stitches shaped like feathers. Huh, maybe she doesnt really hate the gifts Ive left for her.
Nice jacket, I comment casually, my tone laced with amusement as I gesture towards the discarded garment. And an interesting choice of dress, Lark. I must say, the feathers look good.
Her eyes meet mine, and theres a flicker of surprise. The subtle quirk of her lips tells me she isnt put off by the mention of the feathers. Thank you, she breathes.
With a wave of my hand, I beckon her into my office, the smirk still playing on my lips as she follows. The door clicks shut behind us, leaving us alone in the confines of the room. I lean back in my chair, studying her carefully as she stands before me. Why dont you sit down? I ask.
Do you want me to sit down, Mr. Drakeumm, Ethan?
I shrug. What I want is of no consequence. But I asked why you didnt.
She looks nervously around. I wasnt sure about the protocol.
And now? I ask, arching a brow. Do you feel surer? Or are you asking me if you can sit?
Her cheeks become bright red and she swallows audibly. Is it okay if I sit down?
Of course, I exclaim, spreading my arms wide. Anywhere you want.
With a small smile, she ducks her head and sits down directly opposite me. Heres fine.
Im not so sure I agree. I would have enjoyed it a lot more if shed sat down in my lap, or on the table and spread her legs so I could not yet. Fuck, I need to get a fucking hold on myself. Lark isnt the kind of woman you rush, shes the one you nudge in the direction you want her until she decides thats what she wants.
Lets discuss your duties here at Infinity Solutions, I begin, leaning forward slightly. As my assistant, your main responsibilities will include managing my schedule, handling correspondence, and assisting with various administrative tasks. Youll also be responsible for coordinating meetings and appointments, both internal and external.
Lark nods, her expression attentive. Understood. And what about work hours and expectations?
I offer her a reassuring smile. Youll be expected to adhere to starting at 9am and you can leave when I say so. I require a lot of flexibility based on the demands of the job. As my assistant, youll need to be highly organized, efficient, and proactive in managing tasks and deadlines. Additionally, discretion and professionalism are paramount, as youll often be privy to sensitive information and interactions.
She nods again, taking in the information. I can handle that. Is there anything specific youre looking for in terms of communication or reporting?
I consider her question for a moment before responding. Clear and concise communication is key. I expect regular updates on ongoing tasks and projects, as well as prompt responses to emails and messages. If there are any issues or concerns, I want you to feel comfortable bringing them to my attention so we can address them together.
Lark nods, a determined look in her eyes. Ill do my best to meet your expectations, Ethan.
Ohh, Lark those are fighting words because my expectations are growing. I have no doubt about that, I reply.
As our chat progresses, Larks questions get more detailed, and Im impressed by her eagerness to learn and her attention to detail. Shes genuinely committed to making a good impression. If only she knew that shes already my everything.
Ive got some papers for HR. Think you can handle it? I ask, needing to get her out of here before I do something stupid like tell her how much I want to touch her, or how much her scent turns me on.
Yeah, sure. Ive also got some stuff for my dads expenses. Do you need to sign
I cut her off, tapping my fingers on the desk. Claire can handle that, I say sharply. Larks expression shifts, and I curse myself for being so brusque. Sorry, but Ive got another meeting coming up. I know youre still getting the hang of things, I add quickly, hoping to smooth things over. But as Lark leaves, she seems less sure of herself than when she came in, and I feel a twinge of guilt.
Its a bit fucking ironic that I feel bad for making her slump her shoulders, yet have no qualms about stalking her and sneaking into her apartment when she sleeps. Hell, I dont even feel guilty for using her shitty financial situation and her dads sickness to entice her to come work for me.
When I force my gaze away from Lark, I notice Claire shoots me a questioning look from her desk, but I shake my head. This is between me and Lark, and Ill figure it out. With a sigh, I turn my attention back to my work, determined to make things right with Lark when I get the chance.
When my next meeting is over, Claire storms into my office, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. She doesnt waste a moment before confronting me. Why did you make me call Lark for the job interview? she demands, her voice sharp and unyielding.
I lean back in my chair, meeting her gaze with a steely glare. Because I wanted her here, I reply, my tone low and growly. Shes what I need.
Claires brow furrows in disbelief, but she refuses to back down. But why give her more employee benefits than anyone else? And why did I have to go shopping with her? And Ethan, come on. Some of those clothing requests are not okay.
I narrow my eyes, my patience wearing thin. Because I want to, I state firmly, answering the first part. And because I said so. Im not even going to answer the last part since its none of your business.
Ethan, she huffs, letting me know shes not having it.
I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the tension rising between us. Look, Claire, I say, my voice tinged with irritation, Lark is different. Shes not like the others. Shes... special.
And what exactly makes her so special? she presses, her gaze unwavering.
I hesitate for a moment, searching for the right words. Shes..., I begin, trailing off as I struggle to articulate my thoughts. Shes driven, determined, and..., I pause, my mind racing as I search for the words to convey what Im feeling. Shes mine, I finally admit, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
Claires eyes widen in surprise, her expression softening. Thats why you bought her building and had her moved to a better neighborhood. Jesus, I really am slow since I didnt put it all together until now. Claires tone is tinged with unshed laughter. But then she clears her throat, and says, Ethan. Does she even know how you feel about her?
She will.
Smirking, Claire reaches out and lightly touches my hand, but I quickly pull away from her touch. Well, Ill be damned. Youve got it bad, Ethan. I roll my eyes at her. And it explains why you killed that homeless guy near her home. Im beginning to think you werent there by accident at all.
Although Ive known Claire since we were both in diapers, Im not about to admit to anything. There are things she knows because we talk about them, and then there are the things she knows because of the things I dont say. This is the latter. Claire is the one who made the call for a cleanup, so she knows there was a body. I knew she was going to piece things together eventually, but, again, Im not admitting shit.
As the workday winds down, I notice Lark gathering her things, her movements slow and deliberate as she prepares to leave. Without a second thought, I follow suit, grabbing my coat and heading out of the office alongside her.
Leaving already? I ask casually as we step out into the cool evening air, my tone light and conversational.
Lark nods, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. Yeah, I figure its about time to call it a day, she replies, her voice soft.
I fall into step beside her as we make our way towards the parking lot, the silence between us comfortable and easy. As we reach my car, I pause, turning to face her with a smile.
Need a lift home? I offer, gesturing towards the passenger seat with a casual wave of my hand.
Lark hesitates for a moment, her gaze flickering towards the bus stop before she meets my eyes. Actually, that would be great, she admits, a hint of gratitude in her voice.
I nod in response, holding the door open for her as she climbs into the car. The interior is warm and inviting as I settle into the drivers seat, the engine purring to life beneath us.
So, how was your first day? I ask, glancing over at her as I pull out of the parking lot.
Lark shrugs, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. It was... interesting, she replies carefully. Definitely different from what Im used to.
I chuckle softly, the sound filling the space between us. Yeah, things can get pretty hectic around here, I admit with a smirk.
We continue to chat as we drive, the conversation flowing easily between us. Larks mere presence soothes the beast raging inside me, the one pressing me to return to her bed night after night. He wants us to touch her, to know what she tastes like.
As we near her apartment building, I reach out casually, my hand coming to rest on her thigh. To my surprise, she doesnt tense up at the touch, instead leaning into it slightly as she continues to talk.
I take her lack of reaction as a good sign, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I guide the car to a stop outside her building.
Here we are, I announce, turning to face her with a grin. Safe and sound.
Lark nods, her smile bright as she unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the door. Thanks for the ride, Ethan, she says, her voice soft. Ill see you tomorrow.
I return her smile with one of my own, watching as she disappears into the building before driving around the corner and into the accompanying parking garage. I wait there for almost an hour, checking the cameras in Larks apartment to make sure shes not about to leave. Then I hurry into the building, and enter the apartment next to Larks. My new, temporary home.
Sweet dreams, I murmur, touching the wall we share. Ill be there as soon as youre asleep.
This time when I sneak into Larks apartment, Im a man on a mission. I cant take another night of only holding her. I need her taste to drown me. So when I enter her bedroom, I dont hesitate to gently remove her cover. I suppress a groan as her body comes into view; shes only wearing a tank top and panties.
Her nipples are straining against the fabric, making me wonder if shes dreaming about me and all the things I want to do to her. Fuuuck, how I wish I could wake her up. Not yet. Soon, but not yet.
I gently spread her legs, my heart beating viciously as I slide my fingers across her mound. She moans softly and opens her legs wider as her hips lift off the mattress. My Little Bird is seeking my hand out, eager for what I want to give her.
My hand slides between her legs, and I run my fingers up and down her slit. I move slowly, teasing. My dick throbs, and I cant wait any longer. I lean over her, positioning myself so I can stick my tongue out and lick her panty-covered cunt. Fuck, even through the fabric I can taste her wetness. She moans softly in her sleep, and I slide the fabric to the side so theres nothing between us.
My tongue flick over her swollen bud again and again. The pleasure filled sounds she makes in her sleep spurs me on. My Little Bird is fucking loving this. Licking along her slit I push my tongue into her while rubbing her clit with my fingers. It doesnt take long before Lark begins to gyrate her hips, whimpering.
Come for me, Lark, I whisper as I slide two fingers into her drenched cunt. I curl them and pump them in and out of her wet heat.
I stop caring about being discreet as her whimpers and moans grow louder. Instead, I lick her like a man possessed, thirsting for every ounce of her cream.
She cries out, her fingers tangled in the sheet. I thrust my fingers into her one more time, loving the way her cunt squeezes around them. Then I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean before allowing myself one last taste directly from the pussy.
Once Im done, I slide her underwear back into place and move over to her dresser. I pull the crumbled feather from my pocket and leave it next to her phone.
Back in my apartment I text her from my untraceable phone.
Unknown: You look so pretty when you come on my tongue.