Challenge Accepted 5

[This is the first part of a story I have been working on. I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it]

[[Logline:

When Delaney Morrison, a 26-year-old personal assistant craving excitement, pushes her executive boss, Declan Pierce, a 44-year-old titan of industry, for more responsibility, she inadvertently opens the door to a forbidden encounter.]]

"Delaney, could you get me a coffee, please?" Declan's voice calls from his office.

Yet again, another mundane task that doesn't challenge me or push me further in my career.

I know I shouldn't complain. After all, this is a great job. Other assistants would kill to have it easy, but I want to do something bigger...something important.

I've been Declan Pierce's personal assistant for two years now, and despite how much I enjoy working here, I feel like I am caught in a tidal wave of mediocrity. There is only so much work he can give me, and I need more. I'm hungry to prove myself.

I bring his third coffee of the day. The cup warms my hand as I approach his desk. He's hunched over a pile of papers, his suit jacket draped neatly across the back of his leather chair.

The light blue dress shirt he has on today squeezes his arms just enough to showcase the outline of a toned and muscular physique. For a 44-year-old, he's clearly taken good care of himself.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, specs of gray scattered throughout. Even though he's busy pouring over paperwork, he remains poised and commanding.

"Here you go." I set his coffee down next to the laptop computer on his desk. He doesn't even look up at me.

"Thanks." He flips through another page, not bothering to give any eye contact.

I clear my throat before speaking. Today's the day. The day I shove away any nerves I have to stand up for myself and demand more from him.

I straighten my posture, pushing out my chest ever so slightly. "Mr. Pierce, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Hmm?" He grunts and continues examining the documents in front of him.

"As much as I appreciate being your assistant and helping you with various things..."

He finally looks up at me, giving me his full attention. I freeze momentarily, suddenly lost in those beautiful blue eyes of his. The sharpness of his jawline is accentuated by the way he runs his hand across it, waiting impatiently for me to finish.

"I feel like my skills are not being utilized to their full potential."

His eyebrows furrow at this. "What are you saying?"

I swallow hard before answering, "I'm saying that I want to do more. I need you to give me bigger projects...something that will help me grow my career."

Silence...

He ponders for several minutes, his eyes scanning over me, making me squirm under his intense gaze.

"You want to do more...Is that right, Delaney?" His voice is so smooth, deep, and rich, his faint Irish accent dripping with every word. It makes all the women in the office weak in the knees.

I nod my head yes.

A sly smile creeps across his face. "And sure about this?"

I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off before I can, "Choose your words carefully, Ms. Morrison..." His eyes narrow at me, voice lowering in pitch. It feels like a warning.

I straighten myself out, trying not to let the slight intimidation show. "Yes." My voice is strong and steady, full of confidence. I know I can handle more tasks.

Revising documents on his behalf, answering phone calls, and arranging meetings aren't challenging enough for me. They don't require any real thinking or effort. I want to challenge myself. To push myself beyond my limits.

He pauses for a moment, contemplating something. "How old did you say you were?"

"Umm...I'm 26..." I respond, a little thrown off by the randomness of his question.

"Very well, then. I'll need you to stay behind today. I'll have some tasks for you to try. We'll see how you hold up..."

Stay behind? Why would I need to do that? He never made me stay late before. Perhaps he already has a big project for me. I know we have an audit coming up soon. Maybe he'll allow me to assist him in preparing for it. Just the type of duties I need.

"Okay."

He looks back down at his papers, signaling our conversation is over. I step outside his office, ready to return to my desk and resume work.

~~~

It's almost 5 p.m., and most of the office has cleared out. Everyone is probably rushing home to enjoy the weekend, eager to get away from the demands of work. It is Friday, after all.

I head into Mr. Pierce's office, ready for whatever he has to throw at me. I close the door behind me without him saying anything.

He glances up at me from his desk, a serious expression across his face. I wasn't expecting him to look so grim, but I don't let it deter me. I'm sure I can handle whatever he wants to give me.

"You asked me earlier today for something challenging, Ms. Morrison..." He says my name slowly, letting my name roll off his tongue.

"Yes, sir, I did," I reply with confirmation.

"Well...I hope you didn't say that in haste." His tone is deep and firm. It's almost scary, how threatening he sounds, yet there's something oddly intoxicating about it.

How he sits in his chair, looking like he owns everything within reach, makes me shudder.

"Lock the door," he orders without looking at me, eyes never leaving his computer screen.

My mind races through a million scenarios at once. Why would I need to lock the door? What kind of assignment does he have for me?

"Lock the door?" I ask, my voice wavering slightly.

He glances up at me from behind his desk, eyebrow arched in annoyance. "Yes. I don't want the cleaning crew to distract us."

Distract us?

I nod and do what he says. As I turn the lock, my breath hitches in my chest. It seems like such a simple request, but why would we need the door locked?

I return to his desk, standing in front of him, awaiting further instructions.

His eyes scan me from head to toe. Is he taking in my posture? My outfit? I elected to wear a white silk button up blouse that hugs my bosom and a black pencil skirt that has a slit up the thigh rather than the back. The look is clean and professional and frames my curves very well, in my opinion.

Usually, I wouldn't feel so self-conscious around him, but something about this situation makes me uneasy.

He leans back in his chair, his fingers tapping the edge of his arm rest. "I'm going to give you a simple task to start. Do well, and we'll see where it goes from there."

"Sure, let's hear it," I respond, eager to get started.

His eyes glance over my chest, lingering ever so briefly on my cleavage before finding their way back up to my eyes.

"Come here..." His voice is low and stern. He pats his lap, beckoning me closer.

I look at him in confusion, unsure if I heard him correctly. "Excuse me?"

He sighs loudly, frustrated that I haven't moved yet. "Here," he demands again, patting his leg once more.

My body stiffens in place. It's like my feet have suddenly been cemented to the floor. What is he trying to do? What about this is okay?

When I don't move, he lets out another annoyed sigh, rises from his chair, and strides towards me. He towers over me, so much taller than my 5'2 frame.

"You're failing already, Ms. Morrison," he says, pulling me by the arm until I'm standing directly in front of him. His cologne is intoxicating, enveloping me in a cloud of woodsy spice and musk.

I try to break his grip, but he holds onto me, leaning down until our faces are only inches apart.

"What are you doing?! This is a blatant HR violation! You can't-"

SMACK!

It takes me a moment to realize what just happened, but the singing pain that now courses across my bottom makes it clear--he slapped me. He actually slapped my ass!

I look up at him, eyes wide with shock, anger, and shame. How could he hit me? What the fuck is wrong with him?! My mind races trying to process what just happened, trying to make sense of how someone who seemed so professional could do such a thing.

He stares back at me, his face stern and unapologetic. He doesn't seem the slightest bit phased by his own behavior.

"Mr. Pierce! What-"

SMACK!!!

This time he spanks me hard enough to gasp loudly, unable to form words as I look at him in horror. Who does this man think he is?

Before I can retaliate or run away, he grips my chin firmly with one hand, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. His other hand massages the tender flesh of my ass, gently stroking it.

He leans forward, his lips grazing against my earlobe as he whispers, "You asked for a challenge, didn't you? I told you to choose your word carefully..."

His deep voice sends shivers down my spine, making my legs tremble slightly beneath me. His touch causes goosebumps to spread across my skin, which feels hot under his fingertips. I can't believe this is happening.

I try to push him away, but he is too strong and easily overpowers me, pinning me against the wall behind us. My breathing quickens as I feel trapped between the hardness of the surface and the firmness of his body pressed against mine.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Giving you what you asked for," he says matter-of-factly. His voice is low and husky. His lips hover dangerously close to mine, making me dizzy with anticipation. I can feel his warm breath tickling my skin.

I can feel his erection pressing against me the more I struggle. His hands continue caressing my body, moving down my sides until he reaches my thighs.

He leans forward, placing soft kisses along my neck before biting down hard enough to leave marks. The feeling sends shockwaves throughout me. My brain goes numb, unable to comprehend what is happening.

I push him again, this time stronger than before, but he doesn't budge. He gathers my wrists in one hand, jerking them upward above my head.

"Don't. Fight. I don't want to hurt you." His words are firm, leaving no room for debate.

My breathing grows ragged as I try to figure out how to escape this situation without causing any further damage.

My mind floats back to a news article I read about what to do if you're ever kidnapped. How you should play along and listen to your captor so that they see you as less of a threat. They're more likely to let you go. But is that really something I can do now? Play along and pretend like I'm enjoying this? It seems insane, but maybe it will buy me time until I can escape or figure something out...

I nod frantically, but he doesn't release my wrists.

His free hand slowly travels to my torso before slipping under my shirt. His fingers dance along my skin as they make their way up towards my breasts. His lips brush against my neck, sending chills throughout me. I bite back the growing arousal in my core, instead trying desperately to concentrate on getting myself out of here. Curse my body for betraying me. I don't enjoy this. I shouldn't be turned on. This is assault!

"Do you feel this?" He asks huskily, pressing his hardness against me. I nod again, my head bobbing furiously in agreement. "This is what you've done to me the past two years...you've been teasing me, taunting me."

My mouth falls open in shock and confusion. "What?! You can't possibly blame me for-"

He cuts me off by crashing his lips against mine, silencing any protests I might have. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, exploring every inch as it dances against my own. It feels incredible and wrong at the same time. I can't believe this is happening right now, but here we are.

His hand cups my breast, squeezing firmly before pinching the nipple between his fingers. The pain makes me whimper into his mouth, my body arching into him involuntarily. I try to fight back the pleasure building within me as I turn my head away from him, breaking his kiss.

It doesn't phase him. He uses the motion to trail kisses down my jawline, across my neck, and down to my collarbone. Each touch leaves behind a scorching path that burns hotter than before.

My mind screams for me to stop him, but my body seems to have a different idea altogether.

"M-Mr. Pierce..." I whimper, trying to remain strong in this moment of weakness. It takes every ounce of strength in me to speak those two words, which come out sounding much more breathless than intended.

His lips find my pulse point on my neck and nip at the skin there. He pulls away momentarily to look down at me. "You don't want this?" His voice is filled with lust and desire.

I swallow hard before answering with a stern shake of my head. "N-No, I don't want this..."

He leans forward again, bringing his mouth back to my earlobe. He breathes heavily against it, sending shivers throughout me.

He moves his focus from my breasts to my thighs, his hands pushing up the hem of my skirt until his fingers graze over the fabric covering my slit, feeling the moist patch that had now formed. I suck in a sharp breath at the contact.

"Liar." He whispers, his voice is thick with need as he presses his hips against mine once more. I can feel his cock straining against his slacks, begging for release.

I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring the sensations coursing through me. This isn't happening...this can't be happening...

His hand slips under the waistband of my panties, cupping my mound firmly before sliding one finger inside of me. I buck against it involuntarily, gasping at the intrusion. His thumb rubs slow circles around my clit as he pumps his finger deeper. It feels so wrong, yet oh-so-good. My body betrays me as my inner walls tighten around him.

"So wet for someone who doesn't want this...I think you do."

He slips another two digits inside of me as he fucks me with his fingers. I moan loudly, unable to hold back the sounds escaping from my throat. He covers my mouth with his to silence me...curling his fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot that sends jolts of pleasure through my core.

At that moment, I can no longer control myself. I do want this. I've never looked at Mr. Pierce in any way other than professionally. But in this moment, as his fingers expertly stroke me into oblivion, all of that changes. I realize how long it's been since I've had a man's touch after my breakup last year.

My head rolls back against the wall behind me as his thumb rubs faster circles over my clit. My body trembles with anticipation, building towards its climax. His mouth latches onto my neck again, sucking hard before placing his forehead against mine. It feels so good.

I don't want him to stop.

Before I realize it, I bring my lips to his and kiss him desperately. My tongue swirls around his own, tasting every inch of him. He finally releases my wrists, allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He responds by reaching his free hand up to squeeze my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingertips while he continues to work his magic.

I bring my hand down to undo his belt and zipper, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock buried deep inside me. The moment I touch him, he groans loudly, his cock throbbing in my hand.

"Fuuck...Delaney!" he growls in response to my touch.

He removes his fingers from inside me and grips both hands under my thighs, lifting me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, allowing him to carry me to the desk chair.

He sets me down gently onto it before stepping back to stroke his thick shaft. It glistens with pre-cum, begging to be touched again.

It's the first time I've seen his full erection. I knew he was well endowed--he's no small man himself--but his cock is long, girthy and veiny with a slight upward curve. The sight of it makes me even wetter.

"Open your mouth..." His voice is stern and demanding, yet still dripping with lust.

I do as he says without hesitation. He leans forward, positioning his cock against my lips before sliding it into my mouth. It tastes salty and sweet. He doesn't force the entire length in; instead, he feeds me inch by inch so I can adjust to his size. My tongue swirls around him, licking up every bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

When he begins to thrust slowly, I suck harder, hollowing out my cheeks around his thick shaft.

"Good, good girl...keep doing that..." He groans loudly, enjoying the sensation.

He cups the back of my head, bringing it closer to him as he sensually fucks my face. I swallow hard around him each time he hits the back of my throat.

"Touch yourself, Delaney...I want to watch you."

I hesitate momentarily before sliding my hand underneath my panties, circling my clit with my middle finger. It sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. My eyes flutter shut at the contact.

"No...take the panties off first...show me." His tone is commanding. I comply without question.

He steps back a few paces, stroking his cock while he watches me remove my underwear. I lift my hips slightly, pulling them down until they're off completely. They fall onto the floor next to my feet.

I prepare myself to return to his cock when he abruptly drops to his knees in front of me, his face level with my pussy. My breath hitches in my throat as he leans forward, placing soft kisses along my inner thighs before reaching my slick entrance. He darts out his tongue, tasting me briefly, causing me to gasp loudly at the contact.

"Mmmm...I knew you would be sweet...so fucking sweet..."

My hands grip the sides of his chair as his mouth descends on my clit, licking slow circles around it. I moan softly at the feeling. He slides one finger inside me again, pumping it slowly in and out as he continues lapping at my sensitive bud.

It feels incredible. Nothing like I've experienced before. I arch my hips toward him, eager to increase the friction. My body trembles from head to toe. Every nerve ending is on fire with need.

My eyes flutter open, locking onto his gaze. His eyes burn with intense lust as he devours me. It makes my skin flush hotter than ever.

He suddenly stand up again, grabbing my hair in one hand while gripping his cock tightly in the other. He leans forward until our lips meet once more. He kisses me deeply, passionately. It's hungry and possessive, filled with longing and need.

With his fingers still entangled in my hair, he breaks the kiss and shoves his length deep inside my mouth, filling it. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat, tears forming at the corners of my eyes from the strain. He groans loudly, enjoying every second of my reaction.

"Fuuuuck...yes!" His voice is strained with pleasure.

I look up at him through watery lashes, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly.

My hands grip his thighs tightly, pulling further into my throat with each thrust. It hurts, but the pain only intensifies my arousal.

"Ahhhh...yesss...take it, Delaney..." He grunts between thrusts.

His pace increases rapidly as his hips buck wildly against my esophagus. I can barely breathe as his thrusts become faster, taking what he wants without concern for anything else.

I go back to rubbing my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Sensing my body tense up, on the brink of release, he groans loudly before demanding, "Don't cum...not yet...keep touching yourself... but you better not cum..."

It takes every ounce of self-control not to do so. The pressure builds within me as he continues fucking my mouth roughly.

I moan deeply, the vibration sending him over the edge. His grip tightens on my hair as he pounds deeper and faster. I can barely breathe as I gag around his cock. Tears stream down my face, but I don't stop moving my hand. I need release more than anything right now.

"Now...cum...cum for me, baby..." He commands.

My body convulses uncontrollably as I explode, pleasure surging throughout my core. I cry out around his length, struggling to take it all in as he thrusts one final time. He lets out a low growl as he erupts inside me, filling my mouth with warm liquid. I use my free hand to squeeze the base of his shaft, milking every drop from him.