Elias’ Possession

Lines Crossed

The next morning, I was determined not to mess things up again. By 8 AM sharp, I was sitting in the reception area of Hives Basketball, trying to calm my nerves. I smoothed the wrinkles in my blouse for the hundredth time, watching the clock inch toward 9 AM. My heart jumped when the head of admin finally walked in, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor.

“Zahra?” she called out, scanning the room.

“Yes, that’s me,” I said, standing up quickly.

She gave me a curt nod, flipping through a clipboard. “You’ve been assigned to assist Mr. Harrington. His office is on the top floor.”

Elias. Of course, it had to be him.

“Thank you,” I murmured, though my stomach churned at the thought. I forced myself to walk calmly to the elevator, but as soon as the doors closed, I felt the tension building. My fingers hovered over the button for the top floor before finally pressing it. The soft hum of the elevator did nothing to calm me.

When I reached his office, I knocked softly, hoping—praying—he’d tell me to go away. Instead, his deep voice echoed through the door. “Come in.”

I stepped inside, and my breath caught. His office was massive, easily larger than my entire house. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, and the sleek, modern furniture screamed wealth and power.

Elias sat behind an imposing desk, his focus on a stack of papers. He didn’t even look up as I entered. “I was assigned as your assistant,” I managed to say, my voice barely audible.

He glanced at me then, his expression unreadable. “I see. The desk outside is yours.”

“Alright,” I said quickly, eager to escape the suffocating tension.

Just as my hand touched the door handle, his voice stopped me. “Here.”

I turned to see him holding out a slip of paper. I walked over hesitantly and took it, my eyes widening as I read the amount. “Three thousand dollars?”

“I’m working,” he said sharply, his tone making it clear the conversation was over.

“Thank you,” I whispered, clutching the check to my chest. “Is this my salary?”

“Leave,” he said, not bothering to look up.

I walked out, my face breaking into a smile despite the lingering discomfort. Three thousand dollars. I couldn’t believe it. By lunchtime, I was at the bank, cashing the check and transferring the money to Leah. The thought of my sister’s relief warmed me, even as the events of the past few days weighed heavily on my mind.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. By 5 PM, Elias emerged from his office, briefcase in hand. His commanding presence seemed to fill the entire space.

“Grab your things and follow me,” he said.

I quickly gathered my belongings and followed him to the elevator. The ride down was tense and silent, save for the occasional ding as we passed each floor.

“Why do you sleep in that box of a car?” he asked suddenly, his tone mocking.

I flushed with embarrassment. “I haven’t gotten a place in the city yet.”

He gave me a pointed look. “Move your things to the penthouse. The butler will get you settled in.”

I stared at him, stunned. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t repeat myself,” he said as the elevator doors opened. Without another word, he strode to his car, leaving me standing there in shock.

By the time I arrived at the Estrella Doran, a team of people was already waiting. The butler greeted me with a polite nod as they began unloading the few belongings I had in my car. I followed them up to the penthouse, still reeling from the day’s events.

The room they led me to was breathtaking. Black accents and silver linens gave it an elegant yet cozy feel. The view from the window was spectacular, the city lights stretching endlessly into the night. My belongings were neatly arranged in the corner by the time the staff left.

“Dinner’s at the table,” the butler said before departing.

After a quick shower, I made my way to the dining area, where a beautifully set table awaited. The meal was exquisite, but I barely tasted it. My mind was elsewhere, swirling with thoughts of Elias and the strange situation I’d found myself in.

By 8 PM, my phone pinged with a text. “You’re not here.”

I sighed, my chest tightening. I knew exactly what he meant. Wrapping a robe around myself, I made my way to the familiar room where he always seemed to be waiting.

When I stepped inside, Elias was there, seated in his usual spot. His piercing gaze met mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“It’s rude to keep someone waiting,” he said, his tone calm but laced with authority.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You can make it up to me,” he said, standing and moving toward me.

“How?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“What turns you on?” he asked bluntly.

My cheeks burned. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice low and deliberate.

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my body betraying me as heat pooled in my core.

“I guess we’ll find out,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. He slipped off his shoes, his movements slow and deliberate. Then he took my hand, pressing a kiss to it before trailing his lips up my arm, to my shoulder, and finally to my neck.

My breath hitched as his hands slid under my robe, his touch igniting a fire in me. “You like this?” he murmured against my skin.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Yes, what?” he prompted, his voice dripping with command.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Daddy,” I said, my voice trembling.

“Louder,” he demanded.

“I WANT YOU, DADDY!” I cried, my voice raw with desperation.

His pace was relentless, his touch both punishing and intoxicating. Each kiss, each command, pushed me closer to the edge, leaving me breathless and trembling. Time seemed to blur as I surrendered completely, my body and mind overwhelmed by the intensity of his control.

Afterward, Elias stood, his expression unreadable. He walked out of the room. The silence was now deafening.

And just like that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the room. I collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down my face as shame and confusion consumed me.

1 laid there thinking of what happened. How much more will he need from me before I’m free to be just an employee? Is this how the rest of my life will be?