Chapter 47
Brody
Turns out, she wasn’t averse to the idea at all.
Over the next few days, she also slipped into the role of the CEO like she was born to do it. I brought her up to speed with the obvious things: briefings on current board dynamics, key department heads she needed to build rapport with, upcoming product launches, media touchpoints.
There was also the less visible layer: understanding the rhythms of the business, the politics woven through every email and offhand comment, the unspoken alliances that shaped every major decision.
The more I gave her, the more I saw how capable she was. I had no doubt that she was going to kill it. The time we spent together worked in my favor.
We spent a lot of time alone in my office. I made full use of my CEO privileges for the time I still had them.
I'd darken the office walls, lock the door, and ask the newly appointed EA to my ex-EA not to disturb us.
Then I’d fuck my wife.
I made sure to keep nipple and clit clamps on hand to heighten her pleasure. My desk was the right height to bend her over it, while the paddle I purchased was perfect for leaving reddened rectangles over the curve of her butt.
It doesn’t mean I neglected the handover of my CEO duties, either.
I walked her through investor expectations, reviewed legacy deals she was inheriting, flagged the power players who didn’t sit at the table but controlled half the room. We combed through strategy decks, HR restructures, confidential staff issues, and vendor contracts worth millions.
Very soon, all the information I've carried around in my head and in the files is hers.
It’s a testament to her astuteness that a handover which should have taken months was accomplished in days. Which is a pity. I’d hoped it would take longer. I was enjoying our workday trysts.
The evenings have been all mine. And I’ve used the time to take her out to dinners and to the movies, before bringing her home, tying her up, and fucking her.
I’ve enjoyed every bit of it. Too much. We sleep in the same bed. And I wake up with her in my arms. I enjoy waking up before her and watching her. I’ve felt my heart move, and a softness has taken over my chest. I’m falling for her more every day. And I'm helpless to stop it.
I’m aware of the repercussions of this. Of making myself vulnerable to her.
Giving her a chance to hurt me. Or worse, risking something happening to her and being destroyed.
But none of it matters. Not when I tie her up, lower her onto the desk in my home office, and fuck her.
Not when I take the wooden ruler to the soles of her feet, and her thighs, and her breasts, leaving my marks on her, and then shag her.
And every time, as I edge her and then topple her into subspace, I can’t help but follow her. Trapped in a web of my own making.
I can’t stop using her body to satisfy my desires. I can’t stop myself from satisfying her desires, either.
But there’s no getting out of the board meeting this morning. The one which she’s going to chair for the first time as CEO.