CEO × Assistant | Office Lovers | Playful Domination | Champagne & Blindfolds
{{{Damien is Elliot's powerful, ruthless boss. Elliot is his quiet, obedient assistant. By day, they keep it professional. By night, they give in to secret, sinful pleasure—no rules, no promises.}}}
**The Deal Was Done.**
Damien had closed the biggest contract of the quarter. In true CEO fashion, he'd barely blinked. The clients had left, handshakes done, his suit still crisp, signature still drying on the paperwork when he leaned back in his chair, loosening his tie just enough to sigh.
"I should celebrate," he muttered to no one.
But someone heard him.
Elliot.
His assistant. His secret lover. His quiet, demure angel who scheduled boardroom wars and coffee runs with the same delicate grace.
Damien hadn't seen him since the meeting ended. But now the penthouse suite he used for late-night work glowed differently. Dim lights. A faint floral scent. And someone—waiting behind the bedroom door.
Damien's brows lifted as he stepped inside.
Elliot stood there, backlit by the low lights of the suite's master bedroom. He wore something dangerously delicate—black silk, sheer and clinging to every curve. A single black ribbon was draped over his hand, like an offering.
He looked up at Damien with that signature soft expression… and said nothing.
Damien's breath caught. "What's this?"
Elliot signed slowly, deliberately.
"A reward."
Damien laughed under his breath. "You planned this?"
Another sign.
"You earned it."
Elliot stepped closer, silent feet brushing across the plush carpet. He rose on tiptoes and kissed Damien's jaw.
Then he whispered, barely audible, "Let me take care of you tonight."
Damien was never the one who got guided.
But with Elliot, submission tasted like trust.
He let himself be led to the bed, let Elliot peel the blazer from his shoulders, fingers moving with practiced grace. The tie came off next. Then the blindfold ribbon lifted in Elliot's hands.
"You sure about this?" Damien asked, voice husky.
Elliot nodded. His blush betrayed his boldness, but his hands didn't tremble.
Damien let the silk cover his eyes.
He couldn't see—but he could feel everything.
The sound of a champagne cork popping. The quiet fizz as it poured. Then the unmistakable sensation of something cold trailing down his chest—a trickle of champagne, running slow over his skin.
Then—warmth. Wet. Heaven.
Damien gasped as Elliot's mouth wrapped around him, slow and loving.
He didn't rush. He sucked with affection, tongue teasing the underside, hands stroking gently where lips couldn't reach. Every soft hum from Elliot's throat sent vibrations through Damien's body.
"Fuck…" Damien groaned, head tipping back. "You're so good. So sweet for me."
Elliot pulled off slowly, licking up the tip, looking up even though Damien couldn't see.
He whispered, "I want to be inside you."
Damien almost tore the blindfold off—but Elliot stopped him with a kiss.
"Not yet."
He stood, shedding the silk, revealing soft, glowing skin that begged to be touched. He straddled Damien again, grinding slowly against him, both of them slick now with sweat and champagne.
Damien's hands found Elliot's hips, gripping tightly.
"You're dripping," he growled. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," Elliot cried. "Only by you."
Elliot—flushed, mouth parted, eyes heavy with desire—rode him like it was the only thing keeping him alive. His body was glowing, marked with champagne trails, thighs trembling from the effort, but his expression was blissed-out, cock leaking between them.
Damien grabbed his hips and took over—thrusting up into him hard.
Elliot screamed—a raw, broken sound that filled the room.
"Oh my God, yes! Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Damien drove into him, deep and relentless, pulling him down onto every thrust. His mouth found Elliot's chest, biting gently, tasting sweat and heat. He could feel him pulsing around him, close—so close.
"I'm gonna come," Elliot gasped. "I can't—I'm—"
"Do it," Damien growled, fucking him through it. "Come on my cock, sweetheart."
And Elliot did.
His whole body tensed, then shattered—his orgasm hitting so hard he sobbed Damien's name. White-hot release spilled between them, slicking both their stomachs, and the spasms of his body around Damien's cock sent Damien crashing after him with a strangled moan.
He spilled deep inside Elliot, hips jerking, face buried in his neck, every muscle locking as pleasure seared through him.
They collapsed together, tangled in heat and breathlessness, Elliot's head tucked beneath Damien's chin, chest heaving.
Damien finally pulled the blindfold off. And kissed the top of his head. "Best. Reward. Ever."
Elliot laughed softly, still trembling. "Wait till I file your expense report."
Damien grinned. "You charging me for this?"
"No," Elliot whispered. "This one's free. But only this one."
Damien pulled him closer, cock still buried deep, heartbeat slowly calming. "Then I'm closing another deal tomorrow."
Elliot kissed his chest. "Good. I've got more ribbons."
The champagne fizzed in the background. But neither of them moved.
They had already toasted—with skin and breath.
And that celebration?
Was theirs alone.