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MA'AM I SAW THAT CEO ANAKIN TAG GIMME YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM HAVING A HOT ASF SECRETARY 🤠

OH MY GOD YES

NSFW 18+

this got so long i'm so sorry i can't write without adding back story-

content warning: smut, dirty talk, a touch of degradation kink

you just know anakin is such a no-bullshit CEO. everyone who works under him is fluent in his needs. make a mistake in mr. skywalker's building? you'll be out on your ass with a box of your stuff by the end of the day

he's the the type of boss that doesn't need to yell, "GET THAT REPORT DONE BY FRIDAY!", oh no. he elicits fear so deep that all he needs to do is look someone in the the eyes and utter, "you have until friday." and you KNOW that report will be perfect and on time bc if it isn't holy shit whoever wrote it is in for it

he has the perfect secretary. she knows him better than he knows himself. but, to his absolute disdain, helena gets pregnant and eventually needs to take maternity leave

mr. skywalker's torn bc he's grown quite fond of helena so he wants her to be safe and comfortable during her pregnancy, but on the other hand, he knows he's gonna have to replace her and nobody could ever come close to being as good a secretary as she is

at first they mutually agree that the new secretary should be someone who already works at the company. that way, they'll already have an idea of how things work and they won't be completely blindsided by anakin's "ludicrous demands" (helena's words that make mr. skywalker roll his eyes, but she knows she'd never be the recipient of his anger bc of how many years she's spent making his life so much easier)

turns out, nobody wants the job. they know how good helena is, and they know skywalker will already be pissed at whoever replaces simply for not being helena. they also know that taking that job would be like standing right in the middle of no-man's-land

so helena has to go external with her search for her replacement. that's when she finds you

you aren't new to the city. you aren't a small town girl with big town dreams. you have experience, confidence, and nerve

helena knows you're perfect

her warning makes you laugh.

"helena, please; i've dealt with crazy bosses before. i think i can handle skywalker"

there's nothing more she can really say. "alright, hun. you have my number should you need any help"

your first day at work is a thursday. mr. skywalker does a double take when he sees you sitting at helena's desk

it was deadline week last week so he didn't have time to sit in on the interviews. he just trusted helena to pick the right secretary, but now he's beginning to doubt if that was the right choice

from your pretty features, skywalker assumes you're a young, freshly-graduated, starry-eyed, new-to-new-york little girl that thinks she can handle it big time.

so he storms right over to your desk, all guns blazing, a cold look in his eyes. "send today's schedule through to my office"

you look up from the files you were reading through and meet his eyes before giving him a smile. "good morning, mr. skywalker! i'm Y/N, i look forward to working with you"

clenching his jaw as he accidentally glances down to your cleavage, he leans forward over your desk, resting his fists on it. "let's get one thing straight: your time here is temporary. there's no need for the niceties. you're only here to keep helena's seat warm. so do your your job, and do it well, or i'll fire you and make it damn near impossible for you to find another decent job in new york"

you stay silent, but there's no fear on your face like skywalker is used to seeing on someone who he's just yelled at

with a deep breath, you realize helena wasn't kidding when she called him a piece of work. "i believe in synergy, mr. skywalker, especially between a CEO and his secretary. yes, i'm only here temporarily, but my job is arguably the most important in this whole building. so you and i should be on the same wavelength, and knowing my name is hardly a nicety"

skywalker doesn't say anything, still hunched over your desk with anger in his eyes

"your schedule is clear until the afternoon. i made it that way so that we could have a discussion on what we each expect from one another," you go on to say, leaving him speechless for a few seconds

"what the fuck do you expect from me past your paycheck?" he asks bitterly, his eyes narrowing

"some respect would be nice," you muse, before standing up. he stands up straight, too.

"respect is earned."

"and i will earn yours, sir," you tell him, walking around your desk so that you're standing in front of him. "i know men like you. i know you enjoy eliciting fear in their eyes; and you and i both know they're terrified of you."

skywalker swallows thickly, wondering where the fuck helena found you

you begin to undo his tie, and he doesn't protest. he did it in a rush this morning, so he allows you to perfect it. it's a little out of line for you to so happily touch him five minutes into your shift, but he can't bring himself to stop you

"it feels good, doesn't it?" you ask him with your eyes on his tie. skywalker looks down at you with furrowed brows, taking in the coy look on your face. "having that power over them. commanding the room wherever you go." you finally look up to meet his eyes. "does it make your cock hard?"

he almost chokes

"i know it'd make me so wet to think of all that power in my hands," you utter, smoothing down his tie. your pinkies run over his nipples through his shirt, making him shiver. you keep your eyes on his, craning your neck to look up at him. "i'd constantly be horny."

he lets out a breath he didn't know he was keeping in before taking your hands off his chest. "you're fired."

he "fires" you three more times that week, and twelve more times the following one

you still show up every day though

he feels lost. he doesn't know what to do. you refuse to leave, and he can't bring himself to yell at you or force you to go

he's so used to his every command being obeyed, and he has never had to repeat himself, let alone fire someone literally twenty times only for them to refuse

helena laughs when he calls her. he doesn't tell her why exactly he wants to fire you, but he tells her you're inappropriate and wrong for the job. she tells him to suck it up and that you were the strongest candidate

"your coffee, sir," you sing as you float into his office- without knocking, as usual.

"thank you," he mutters with his eyes on his work, making you grin

helena told you not to expect any gratitude and that it took her three years to get a verbal thanks out of him. you feel proud it only took you two weeks

"you all set for your 11am meeting with mr. kenobi?" you ask casually, standing in front of his desk after putting down his coffee

skywalker slowly lifts his eyes up to you. "what the fuck are you talking about?"

you give him an innocent look. "the meeting you have in two hours? to discuss the acquisition?"

his hand clenches into a fist. "why the fuck didn't you inform me about this yesterday?"

feigning a look of surprise, you bring your finger up to your mouth and bite on it. "i'm so sorry, sir, i could've sworn i told you"

he rubs his temples and his jaw clenches. "this is the most important meeting of the year, and you're giving me two hours to prepare for it?"

you wince, playing with your fingers. "i'm sorry, i really am, it's just that i so often get lost in your eyes and forget what i actually came in to say."

his face drops and looks up at you with a murderous glare. "get over here."

biting your lip, you comply with his order and slowly make your way around his glass desk

he looks you up and down, the rage clear on his face. "you like being a little tease, huh?"

you're shocked. with all the playful flirting you served him, he never once returned it. he'd just roll his eyes or tell you to get out. or fire you. you didn't miss that he only fired you whenever you gave him a boner with your words

"i don't- i don't know what you're talking about," you say, acting more innocent than both you and anakin know you are.

"i'm done playing games," he seethes, suddenly grabbing your wrist. "take off that tight little dress and sit on my cock."

you gasp, frozen in place.

his grip on your wrist tightens. "i'm not gonna fucking ask twice, slut."

swallowing thickly, you comply with his order.

you unzip the side of your dress before peeling it off your body.

leaning back in his chair, skywalker drinks in the view, a smug smirk growing on his lips. finally, he has power again.

your body is slowly revealed to him, inch by inch, until you're standing in your underwear. you kick your dress away before stepping out of your heels and looking at him expectantly.

he gestures to your body, prompting you to remove your underwear, which you do. you can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, and the way he's subtly rubbing it.

once you're fully naked, he pulls his cock out, and it stands hard and proud and so fucking thick, oh my God.

"put your heels back on, kitty," he mutters, watching with hunger as you step back into your black shoes.

once they're on, he pats his lap, and you take a tentative step forward. "would you like me to face you, or...?"

he tilts his head, slight shock in his eyes. "i knew you'd be such a submissive girl for me deep down. come here; i wanna see if i can make that pretty face any prettier."

holding back your smile, you climb onto his lap, your legs on either side of him

he lets out a sigh and rubs your clit for a few moments while you sink down onto his cock

you let out a whimper as he stretches you out deliciously, and he shudders beneath you

"so fucking tight," he groans, his hands roaming all over your bare skin. "your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock like that."

you whine and cry out while riding him, his office filled with the sounds of your wet cunt sucking his hard cock

"i knew you'd look so pretty getting fucked," he groans, tightly holding your hips and helping you ride him. "i knew you'd be such a good slut for me."

"fuck, daddy," you moan, the name leaving your lips uncontrollably

anakin chuckles darkly, his hand moving up to run through and pull on your hair. "that's right. only daddy can make you feel this good. only daddy knows how to treat a dirty slut like you."

his filthy words make you clench around his cock, causing him to groan as he twitches against your walls.

"be a good girl and cum for me," he orders, wrapping his hand around your throat and gently squeezing the sides. "wanna feel you squirt around my cock. i know you can do it, kitty." he begins furiously rubbing at your clit to help you along.

you shiver at his words and feel your orgasm build up, his grip on your throat adding an impossible amount of pleasure.

with a stifled scream, you gush all over his dick, your juices squirting out and wettening his trousers.

skywalker lets out a grunt before cumming inside you, filling you with his hot seed

the groans that leave his mouth are higher and more desperate as he shoots his load up in your cunt, making you shudder and shake on top of him

"that's it; take it all, good girl," he whispers into your ear as you mewl and whimper in his arms. "just like that. daddy's good little kitty, aren't you?"

you nod and mumble your agreement, too weak to give him any other kind of response.

mr. skywalker then pulls your head back. "you gonna be in the meeting to take notes for me?"

you give him a sheepish look. "the meeting isn't until next week. i was just trying to piss you off."

he raises an eyebrow, his hand cupping your cheek. "trying to piss me off, hm?"

you nod, trailing your finger down his nose

"well, seeing as my day is free," he begins, wrapping his hand around your hair and tugging on the roots. "how about i spend the next few hours showing you what happens to naughty girls like you?"

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I LOVE CEO ANAKIN WOW THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST JULIA