Powerful Men: Four Scorching Stories of Alpha-Males Who Take Control

  Powerful Men

  Four Scorching Stories of Alpha-Males Who Take Control

  By

  Carla Kana

  Copyright © 2011 Carla Kane

  First Published 2011 by The Blue Bouzouki Press

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transferred in any form without prior written permission from the author or her representatives. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cruel CEO

  Punishment in the Boardroom

  Boss Sheriff

  Sex in the Hot Texan Cell

  Insatiable Prince

  Seduced on the Orient Express

  General Stern

  Discipline in the Afghan Prison Camp

  Cruel CEO

  Punishment in the Boardroom

  It was a Friday morning much like any other at the New York headquarters of Moonies’ Investment Service. Karen Palmer had arrived thirty minutes before she was due to start, just like she had done every single day of the two weeks that had passed since she’d started the internship. She was just so excited and honored to have been given such a wonderful opportunity. Moonies’ was, after all, one of the most in-demand credit rating agencies in the world, with offices all over the globe from Bangkok to L.A. Why if she played her cards right, who knew where she might eventually end up?

  That’s why she was willing to work so hard, no matter how menial or beneath her expertise the task might be. Karen followed every whim of her bosses, from sorting files to making the coffee. Anything to show them that she was fit for a long-term position with the company.

  And things had been going so well. She’d won the hearts of nearly all the full-time employees in the department where she’d been assigned (and she even thought one of them might have a crush on her – namely Scott the cute junior-analyst who worked in the booth by the elevator). Though Miss Merkel, her boss, seemed to have taken a disliking to her. Maybe she thought Karen was competition or something. Ever since Karen had bloomed from a bookish, geeky teenager to a beautiful young woman she’d been obliged to weather all kinds of hostility from a certain type of woman. And the funny thing was; Karen had no idea how to respond – she’d never exactly been popular in college or high school – and still considered herself very quiet and shy.

  But that was ok, because Karen had gained top marks upon graduation and that meant a whole lot more than a smooth tongue. Oh yes, and here she was, only three months later, already working for the cream of international finance. It was like a dream come true. Until that Friday morning, that is, when it all suddenly seemed to turn into a nightmare…

  Miss Merkel was having a meeting with her superiors in her office, when she ordered Karen to bring in coffee and snacks. It was hardly a difficult task and Karen took the command in her stride – that was until she saw Drake Masterson step out of the elevator and start walking towards Miss Merkel’s office.

  Drake Masterson was, at forty-two, one of the youngest men in the world to have reached a position of such prestige and power in the global financial security industry. The man was brilliant – widely considered a genius in his own time – though he was also known for his short-temper and no nonsense attitude to business. Around the office, there were rumors of his cruelty when dealing with staff-members.

  As Masterson moved purposefully across the room Karen marveled for a moment at the sight of him. He was big and athletic – at least six four, with a slim, well-toned figure that rippled beneath his expensive pinstripe suit. His sleek black hair was combed back over his head with a single strand having spilled out over his forehead all the way to the corner of his eyebrow. But it was his eyes that were truly captivating. Two cool blue orbs of piercing intensity, one look inside and there could be no doubt that this was a man capable of great things. Great and terrible things.

  With a squeak, Karen ducked out of the main-office and into the canteen before he saw her. She had no idea what she would say to him if he said hello. Was it expected for her to greet him, even if he didn’t? Or was it better to ignore him unless he addressed her first? One thing was for sure: if Drake Masterson directed those burning eyes in her direction then she would likely just melt away on the spot.

  ‘Ok Karen,’ she whispered, ‘get a grip on yourself. The coffee and pastries are all laid out here on the tray – all you have to do is bring them in and serve them. You’ll be fine.’

  But her hands trembled as she lifted the tray and her legs felt weak and wobbly. She bit her lip and starting walking back towards Miss Merkel’s office.

  In the office, Karen’s boss was pointing to a graph on her wallboard and talking to three other executives and Drake Masterson himself. Everybody in the room had at least one eye on the steely CEO to gauge his reaction to Merkel’s report.

  Karen knocked on the door. ‘Excuse me Miss Merkel,’ she said, ‘gentlemen.’

  Miss Merkel winced bitterly as the young intern stepped into the room. ‘God damn it girl, you made me lose my place!’

  ‘I’m sorry Miss Merkel,’ Karen replied, mortified, ‘I’m here with the refreshments…’

  ‘Well serve them up and then get out of here,’ Merkel sneered and began droning on again to the executives about that month’s numbers.

  Karen blushed deeply, as she moved between the men, placing a cup of coffee before each of them. She’d never been so close to such greatness, and to have Merkel put her down like that – it was horrible.

  Finally she came to Drake. He glanced at her without interest for a moment and then drew his gaze back to the board. As Karen placed the coffee cup in front of him, she suddenly felt very lightheaded. This close, she could actually smell him – the exotic fragrance of some expensive aftershave and the masculine musk of a truly powerful man. It was all too much to bear and, as she presented the cup with trembling fingers, she felt it slip from her hand and right onto the CEO’s lap.

  ‘Argh!’ Drake cried, jumping up from his seat.

  ‘Oh my God,’ Karen blurted, ‘I’m so sorry…’

  ‘Shut your mouth you insolent girl,’ Miss Merkel barked, ‘get the man a napkin or something to clean himself!’

  ‘No,’ Drake grunted, ‘Angela, that’s fine – we’ll reschedule the meeting to next week. I must return to my office and change.’

  ‘Of course sir,’ Merkel nodded, ‘and trust me, I’ll see to it that this idiot pays the price for her slippery fingers.’

  Drake ignored her. He looked at Karen, cold and stern. ‘What’s your name?’ he asked her.

  ‘Karen Palmer Mr. Masterson sir,’ Karen answered, ‘I’m so sorry about – ’

  ‘Quiet. I want to see you in my office in twenty minutes, is that understood?’

  ‘Yes,’ Karen nodded, ‘but let me say how sorry I – ’

  ‘I said quiet,’ Drake grunted. He turned to his colleagues. ‘Gentlemen, Angela.’ He nodded and left the room.

  For the next ten minutes Karen was subjected to a torrent of verbal abuse from Miss Merkel. When she was finally permitted to leave, Merkel promised her that she would never work in the city again.

  As Karen walked away from the office, she kept her gaze down. She’d never been so humiliated and ashamed in all of her life. She went straight to the ladies’ bathroom, where she would have only five minutes or so to clean herself up before making her way up to Drake’s office on the sixty-sixth floor.

  In the elevator on the way up, Karen had to fight to keep the tears back. All of her dreams seemed to be crumbling
before her.

  She stepped out into a huge plaza and was astounded to realize that this was simply the reception area for Drake’s office. At the big gleaming secretary’s desk there was only an empty chair and the plush leather seats were free from anyone else. The mahogany doors that led into the CEO’s office were ajar. With trepidation Karen inched towards them.

  ‘Hello, Mr. Masterson sir?’ she called as she stepped into the room.

  Drake’s office was huge, taking up the whole corner of the building, with glass walls that unveiled the entire cityscape of Manhattan outside. Leaning against a bar at the other end of the room, dressed in a fresh business-suit, stood Drake Masterson himself. In his hand he held a tumbler of scotch. On the counter beside him a thick cigar smoldered in an ashtray.

  ‘Come over here,’ he said.

  Karen stepped towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. ‘Mr. Masterson, I’m so, so sorry…’

  ‘Shut up. I said come over here.’

  Karen continued up to the end of the room. As she came closer Drake watched her coldly, cruelly even, until she was right in front of him. A vein stood out on his well-toned tanned neck and he flexed his jaw as he considered her.

  ‘Palmer was it?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes sir.’

  ‘Let me ask you a question. Just what was it that made you think you have what it takes to make it with Moodies’?’

  Oh Jesus, Karen thought to herself, think! This could be your last chance to save yourself before they show you the door.

  ‘Well,’ she began, her voice quiet and meek, ‘I studied finance and commercial law in college…’

  ‘Speak up!’ Drake barked, ‘you won’t get anywhere with a voice like that.’

  ‘I studied finance and commercial law in college,’ Karen repeated, more firmly this time, ‘and graduated with the highest grades of my year.’

  ‘And you think that’s enough to make it here?’ Drake asked, ‘because that’s not enough to make it here.’ He sipped his scotch, biting his lip as he swallowed the liquor. Karen watched as the liquid moved down his throat. ‘Let me ask you a question,’ he said, ‘just what did you expect to come out of your internship here?’

  ‘Well I hoped that I would, eventually, become a successful and productive fulltime employee,’ Karen said.

  ‘And you think pouring coffee on the crotch of the CEO was the way to get there?’ Drake demanded and for a moment – just a split second – Karen thought she saw a flash of humor in his brilliant blue eyes.

  ‘No sir,’ she said, ‘it was a mistake.’

  ‘You know what happens when I make a mistake?’ Drake asked, ‘whole nations collapse, that’s what happens.’

  ‘I can’t imagine what that kind of pressure must be like,’ Karen said.

  Drake snorted. ‘Yeah, well you don’t have to imagine, do you? That’s my job. Turn around.’

  Karen blinked. She wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. ‘Excuse me sir?’

  ‘I said turn around. I want to get a better look at you.’

  Karen swallowed heavily. This was, this was very strange. Slowly she turned away from the CEO, facing back at the long boardroom table before him.

  Behind her she heard Drake take another sip of scotch and then inhale a plume of smoke from his cigar. As he breathed out, the room filled with the rich oaky smell.

  ‘You think you can get ahead by dressing like that?’ he asked.

  Karen was astounded. She had no idea what he could mean.

  ‘Sir,’ she began, ‘I don’t understand…’

  ‘Well you’re a beautiful young woman, are you not?’ Drake said, ‘you think men wouldn’t notice that kind of thing? You think I wouldn’t notice?’

  Karen kept her mouth shut. She couldn’t even think straight, let alone think of something to say. She wasn’t wearing anything more risqué than a frumpy blouse and cardigan over a brown tweed skirt.

  ‘Because I did notice,’ Drake continued, ‘oh yes, I’ve seen you. Hell, why do you think I came all the way down to that witch’s office for a staff-meeting this morning?’

  She heard the wood creek as Drake stood up off the bar. He stepped towards her.

  ‘But then you had to go and fuck it all up, didn’t you?’ he said.

  Karen flinched at the sound of the curse. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could feel the intensity, feel the power that emanated from his core.

  ‘I asked you a question, you dirty little slut,’ Drake said, ‘so give me an answer. Then you had to go and fuck it all up – didn’t you?’

  A flash of electricity shot down her spine and a deep red flush came into her cheeks as she prepared to answer.

  ‘Yes sir.’

  ‘That’s right. Turn around again.’

  Slowly Karen turned back to face her commander. Even more of Drake’s shiny black locks had spilled over his face now and Karen suddenly felt the urge to reach out and comb them back over his beautiful head. Yeah right, she thought, who knows how he’d react to that.

  Drake’s silver eyes sparkled as he looked at her. He stepped forward, close enough now that she could smell the whisky on his breath. His gaze was predatory, hungry, and the way he watched her made her heart skip a beat. She wanted him to take her, do what he would – even if it meant the end of her job with Moodies’, even if it meant the end of her whole damned career – she needed him to take her and use her in whatever way he might choose.

  In a flash, like a bear snatching a bird from the air, Drake stepped forward and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her roughly up towards him. He pressed his hot wet mouth over hers, his wonderful tongue invading her body, pushing and tasting with the same force that he had used to cement his legacy in the business world. He bit her lower lip and dragged it towards him for a second before pulling away.

  Stars flashed in Karen’s head, she was astonished. Not in her wildest imaginings had she ever pictured herself in a situation like this – here in the private office of one of the most powerful men in the world. Not to mention one of the most handsome…

  Wide-eyed, she stared on as the CEO stood panting before her. He brushed his hair back over his head and turned around. He walked back to the bar and picked up his drink.

  ‘Get undressed,’ he said, ‘I want to see you in your underwear.’

  The words cut her like a hot diamond. She felt the heat rush down to her pussy, her lips swelling with anticipation. It had been a long, long time since Karen had had romantic relations of any kind.

  She knew better than to argue. With shaking hands, she slowly unbuttoned her cardigan, unveiling the soft white blouse she wore underneath. She pulled it up over her head, messing up her carefully brushed hair in the process. She placed the blouse on the table and waited for further orders. Still holding his tumbler of whisky, Drake turned back to look at her. His eyes flicked over her naked arms and soft white stomach, caressed the plain white brassiere covering her chest. Beneath it, her nipples were as hard as bullets.

  ‘And the skirt,’ he grunted.

  For a moment, Karen cursed herself for neglecting to match her underwear that morning and then slowly reached behind her back to pull down the zip. Her brown tweed skirt fell to the ground around her ankles.

  ‘Uh,’ Drake sighed, ‘pantyhose...’

  He came to her again, his piercing blue eyes locked steadily in hers, and placed his hands beneath the hem of her tights. His knuckles dug into her flesh on either side of her mound and Karen let out an involuntary sigh.

  ‘Fucking pantyhose,’ Drake murmured, ‘so impractical…’

  With great force, he pulled his hands back, tearing the fabric off her flesh with a loud ripping sound.

  ‘Get them off.’

  Trembling, Karen stepped out of her pantyhose, leaving them in a crumbled little ball on the floor. Beneath her plain black panties, her pussy ached and frothed for her master.

  ‘Turn around,’ Drake ordered.

  ‘Yes sir,’ Karen repl
ied and turned back towards the table.

  And then he was behind her, his smooth masculine hands on her waist, slowly stroking up and down.

  ‘You think I’m some kind of fool?’ he growled. His mouth was right behind her ear and the vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

  ‘I don’t understand, sir…’

  ‘Don’t play dumb with me, you slut. I know what you want…’

  He pulled her hips roughly back against his crotch and Karen squeaked as she felt the tip of his huge cock press up against the cleft of her ass through the flimsy material of her panties. Her pussy clenched and contracted with desire. The desire to take him inside of her, to let him plunder and defile her just like he had the world of international finance.

  ‘Tell me what you want,’ Drake demanded.

  ‘Sir…’ Karen whispered.

  ‘Tell me what you want!’ he repeated, driving the head of his thing hard against her tailbone.

  ‘I want you to fuck me!’ Karen cried.

  ‘Yes,’ Drake said, ‘of course you do.’

  He ran his left hand from her hip across her stomach and up towards her breasts, leaving a trail of sparks behind him as his fingertips brushed against her skin. Slowly he slipped his hand beneath the cup of her bra and Karen’s whole body tensed as she felt him grab the soft ball of flesh. He pushed the middle of his palm against her bullet-hard nipple, sending electricity down her body through all the right places. He closed his fingers slowly over the bud before squeezing. The mixture of pleasure and pain caused Karen to whimper and push her ass back against him, back against his huge hard dick.

  With his other hand, Drake moved closer towards her crotch, slipping his thumb beneath the hemline of her panties. Karen’s clit burned for his touch. Her lips stood plump and wet ready to take him in all the way. Drake snapped the hem of her panties forcefully back against her flesh and the sting sent even more heat rushing to her crotch.

  Drake leaned forward, brushing her hair away from her neck with his iron chin. The stubble scratched the surface of her skin as he opened his mouth hungrily against the back of her neck. Karen moaned as he started to suck and lick at her, his tongue massaging her flesh. Her back arched with ecstasy as he bit into her.