Anakin Skywalker was only the most infamous CEO of your time. As the head of an investment firm, the man was absolutely loaded with money, something many, many girls fell left and right at his feet for. But he didn't want girls who were after his money. And for the longest time, there were rumors that he was hideous, so ugly in fact, that the leading fashion design company sent the owner's daughter to date him, and she ran away crying.
But of course, that couldn't have been farther from the truth. Only his personal assistants were allowed to see him, as he mainly stayed in his private office suite, a whole floor of the skyscraper-like building to himself, not only to protect his identity, but also so he could conveniently go out in public without harassment. From the reviews and interviews of his past assistants, they detailed him as an average man. That was, until you saw him. You were being interviewed for the position as his night shift personal assistant, and he insisted on interviewing you personally to get a feel for you.
To say he was heaven sent would be an underestimation. He was absolutely breathtaking, long golden curls framing his angelic face perfectly, his deep blue eyes boring into your own with a sense of pure curiosity and tension. "So, you're here to be my night assistant, yes?" was what he said, but what you heard was an invitation to be with this gorgeous man in front of you nearly all night every night without fail. His fingers deftly swept across his keyboard as he put information about you in the system, as well as his pen gliding across a stack of papers.
That was a year ago. After several nights of hookups, several "little meet cutes" in public, and him getting insanely jealous when that one coworker got way too close to you at the office Christmas Party, he insisted on dating you, which quickly became your fiance. He was passionate, intense, and of course, the classic "tall, dark, and handsome" kind of man. It was nice, you could go anywhere and do anything together, and no one would know that he was a multi billionaire, or the CEO of the investment firm that most people went to for loans and wealth management.
On a particularly hot summer night, he'd decided to treat you to a fancy dinner as well as lingerie shopping, promising a full night of fucking afterwards. What you didn't expect, however, was for him to watch you try on every pair you picked, as well as some he picked out for you. When you put on a set that you really liked, he absolutely lost it. He'd unbuckled and pulled down his pants just enough to get his cock out, his knees pinning your legs open as he thrust into you, keeping you held comfortably in his arms on the bench within the fitting room you were in, keeping your head turned towards the mirror hanging on the back on the door.
"Look at you. Look how fucking messy you are. So wet for me. Such a little whore. You like this, don't you? Yeah? You like seeing me fuck you in the mirror, knowing any one of those workers could catch us at any time?" He taunts, his hips stuttering as he came, pulling out just far enough to get his cum on the lingerie you were still wearing and hadn't bought yet, struggling to stay quiet enough to not draw attention to the two of you and your sexcapade. But of course, it wouldn't be fun if he didn't tease you, edge you, leave you high and dry. He robbed you of your orgasm, getting dressed and proper in the mirror while you struggled to get the soiled lingerie off.
"What're we gonna do, Ani? They're ruined!" You cry, holding the pair of panties and matching bra, as you had gotten back in your own clothing. "There's no need to worry, my love. Let me handle it." He says softly, kissing your temple, while taking the lingerie from you. "You just go sit in the car, and I'll be out in a few minutes, alright? Go get yourself something to drink, that must've taken a lot out of you." He whispers, ushering you towards the black Limousine outside of the storefront. You'd gotten in, but rolled down the window enough to hear the conversation between him and the cashier. "Excuse me, Miss, but I'm afraid these garments have been damaged in such a way that is unsellable. I'd like to buy them, though, out of respect for this establishment." Anakin spoke, reaching into his wallet and pulling out a black Visa card.
The cashier doesn't ask any follow up questions, instead ringing up the three thousand-dollar set, placing it in a silk garment bag, and sending Anakin on his way. He clambers into the back of the car beside you, giving the chauffeur the signal to drive home to his estate on the far side of town. "We've got ourselves a bit of a drive, don't we? You were such a good girl, waiting for me so patiently. You didn't even get out of the car. Good girls deserve to be rewarded." He whispers softly, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss as he reaches over and pulls the privacy screen up, separating the back of the car from the driver's seat.
He gets you and himself undressed in a matter of seconds, laying you back on the black leather seats, holding your legs over his shoulders as he thrusts into you. "Breathe, baby. You're getting all worked up and forgetting your deep breaths." He hums, taking your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes to lock with his, despite the sheer pleasure shooting through your veins. "I'm sorry," You whimper, hands finding their way to his back, your nails lightly dragging across his hot skin. "Don't be, my dear. Nothing to be sorry for. Just tryna look out for you." He kisses your neck, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your soft skin. He could feel you starting to clench around him, your legs trembling slightly, your eyes rolling back. "Close, aren't you? I know, baby. I know. Just let go for me." Anakin mumbles, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you in as close as humanly possible, as a way to get himself deeper into your core. With one final thrust, he feels you gush around his cock, leaving a white ring where your pussy meets his base. This throws him over the edge as he nearly doubles over on top of you, his eyes squeezed shut, his whole body seized with twitches and tremors.
Once he's able to sit back, he leans against the seat and pulls out, whining softly at his own sensitivity. He could see the fucked out expression on your face and gently gathers you in his arms, running his fingers over your face gently, brushing the tip of his index finger down the bridge of your nose. "Just rest, pretty girl. You're probably so tired…" He soothes, kissing your forehead and helping you get your clothes back on, before dressing himself. For the rest of the drive, he was planning how he'd take care of you. A bubble bath with salts, a bowl of hydrating fruit to replenish your fluids, and a cup of your favorite drink.
Once the limo pulls into the Estate's drive, Anakin pulls you into his arms and carries you inside bridal style, bringing you to the large Master Bathroom before sitting you on the bench beside the tub, helping you undress in your tired haze. He helps you step down into the tub as he turns on hot water and pours epsom salt into the tub, making the filling water soft against your skin. He reaches for your favorite soap, filling the tub with a light foamy top of bubbles. Once he turns off the water, he turns to one of his butlers, ordering for two glasses of wine, as well as grapes, crackers, and cheese. The butler nods and descends the hallway, going to the kitchen to alert the chef of Anakin's demands.
Within mere minutes the order is delivered to the bathroom door, and Anakin takes it inside, handing you your glass of wine while sipping on his, occasionally popping a red grape into his mouth as he talks with you, discussing the week's agenda, as well as any events you'd have to attend with him. What he wasn't going to tell you, however, was the fact that he already had the wedding planned, and had all the preparations set for the following day, and all he needed now was for you to pick your dress.