Bossed by the Billionaire

Chapter 2 – Julian

My cock’s been warring with me for the past five hours, ever since Alyssa was in my office looking like the prettiest thing to ever grace my presence. Then she dared to return after I got off work, dressed in this curve-hugging dress that inspires me to rip it off and fuck her raw.

Raw. I want my cock in her, fucking her deepest crevices, unleashing everything I’ve built up inside of me like we’re two wild animals who can’t control themselves.

What am I supposed to think? This started as a lark to prove that I can bed any woman I set my sights on. When she told me that she was virgin – when I experienced how damn good she felt, looked, and sounded when we had sex – my brain went in a different direction.

This is it. This is my chance to take a sweet little spring bud and coax her to bloom into the most pristine, most exotic flower I could ever ask to have in my garden. Even men of my station don’t have many opportunities like this. There aren’t many women out there who get our blood roaring and volunteer to be molded into the perfect lovers.

I know what I want from a girlfriend. In the bedroom, out of it… so many of my previous lovers promised to offer me those things, but in the end, their own baggage put a halt to it. I’m not saying a virgin is best. But how could I pass up an opportunity like this?

Alyssa is my untouched bloom. She’s willing to learn, willing to forage through the adult world of sex and relationships, and willing to let me be the man who opens her mind – and legs.

If I thought she was delectable before I knew this about her, she only turns me into a ravenous wolf now.

So many ways to take her… so many ways to blow her mind and remember me for the rest of her life.

No wonder I can’t keep my hands off her all the way back to my penthouse.

My driver knows better than to intrude. The partition is up in my limo, and he won’t say a thing unless there’s an emergency. I’ve had plenty of women in the back of my limo with me, and perhaps I’ll have plenty more. But right now, Alyssa Pendleton has me so wound up and I refuse to do anything but kiss her and rub her cunt through her underwear. She’s hot. Wet. Gasping for more. My fingers, my cock, anything. I want to give them all to her.

But it’s a short drive home. Besides, there’s plenty of privacy in my penthouse. The cleaning crew and my chef are long gone. Security will be out in the main hall and riding up and down in my personal elevator, but they won’t disturb me in my actual home. Which is good, because I have a long night planned for sweet, virginal Alyssa.

When do I get to stop calling her virginal? I don’t want to think about it. Maybe after I finally take her ass.

Not tonight, though. One thing at a time. Like in business dealings, it’s best to have things to look forward to and further negotiate as we near sealing the deal.

My penthouse overlooks the Willamette River, not that you can tell with all the lights off. I keep them off until we get to my room, which I’ve half-hauled Alyssa to because she’s not walking in those heels fast enough. Her wrist is delicate in my hand, and the way she bites her lip is exquisite. The more I look at her mouth, the more I want to kiss it again. And the more I want her to start doing things with it.

Fucking hell, my cock is stiffer than the pen in my pocket and ten times as thick. Does she even know she does this to me? Do women like her realize the power, the potential they have inside of them to completely make a man like me come unhinged? All she had to do was show the hell up. Walk into the room. Flip her hair when it broached her line of sight. Cock her waist to the side, distributing the weight of her luscious, hypnotic hips.

Shit fucking hell damnit do I want her ass on my bed right now. I want her legs spread. I want her pussy out. I want her breasts in my face as I fuck her with everything I’ve got. Do you understand me? I want my body in Alyssa Pendleton’s. I want to know that I’m the only man who has ever done this, the only one who gets to do this.

For the rest of her life. Yes, that’s the fantasy.

“Sit.” I speak as if she’s a disobedient pet. She’s been far from disobedient, though. Oh, but wouldn’t I love to see that side of her? The side of Alyssa who goes out of her way to be disobedient so I can give her my punishment? Her ass begs me to spank it every time I look at it.

She sits.

She’s waiting for me to act. To push her down and fuck her until we’re both coming in torrential waves of pleasure. To tell her to take off her clothes and touch herself. To suck my cock until she learns what my power truly tastes like.

Yes. That one.

I want my cock in her throat. I want to feel her struggle to take all of me – I won’t do that to her, of course, but damn if the fantasy isn’t making me too hard to bear. I need to come. Now. There will be no other playing until my seed is dripping from the corner of her mouth.

“Hands flat on the bed.”

She obeys so well. Between tonight and Friday, I’m almost inclined to believe she’s a natural submissive. That would be too good to be true. Too. Good.

I will assume she obeys because she doesn’t know what else to do. And because she wants to keep me pleased, because this relationship is very beneficial to her. Not because she gets off on me ordering her around.

Her hair is so gorgeous. Long, full, and a delicate chestnut brown that has to be natural. I want to grab it. I want it to shroud her pretty face. I want her to tie it back so it no longer taunts me, so it doesn’t get in between the way we have sex.

Stop. Thinking. About. Her. Hair.

My hands caress both side of her face, my thumb dipping between her red lips. They didn’t look like this Friday night. Whoever did her makeup today needs a raise. I’ll see to it.

Her eyes flutter shut. My touch awakens her, flushes her cheeks, makes her skin burn hot enough to scald my hands. How does the rest of her feel? How warm is that breath?

“Tell me you want me, Alyssa.” I love saying her name. A – lys – sa. So beautiful. So feminine. So satisfying to let hiss from my teeth. “Tell me you need me tonight.”

Those lovely eyes look up at me, full of adoration. It can’t be an act. She’s not experienced enough for this to be an act.

“I need you, Julian.”

I wasn’t expecting her to say my name. It’s so personal. For a moment, one of my hardened heartstrings practically sings.

“I want you, sir.”

That brings me back to what I hoped to experience tonight. “You want my cock?”

Something glitters in her eyes. It’s hard to tell in the darkness of my room, but I think they’ve glazed over. She’s either thinking about what my cock can do or escaping to some other realm. “If it wants me.”

Damn it all to hell. I’m weak.

Her mouth stays slightly parted as I unzip my trousers and grab my stiff cock. My boxers don’t stand a chance as I pry my cock free, and I have to focus on restraint to keep my hand from automatically jerking me off to relief. Don’t get me wrong – I’m salivating to come on this pouty face of hers. Some other time, though.

Why waste my seed on her face when I can have it in her mouth?

“You’re going to swallow my cum,” I tell her. “You can use one hand. The other better be touching yourself.”

I need the image. I need to see how Alyssa touches herself, so I know how to touch her. It’s the only way to learn about a new lover.

Besides, I get off on telling her what to do, on exhibiting this fucking display of prowess and power. I’m one of those assholes, and I don’t have an ounce of shame admitting it.

“Yes, sir.” Her little whisper is far from pitiful. And, I hate to say it because it jerks me from my fantasy, her hand knows exactly how to grip my shaft.

While I’m sure many women are able to wing it and go by instinct, something tells me she’s not a virgin to this.

Her lips part farther, her tongue touching the tip of my cock. I try to hold it together, but between her hand gripping my base and her tongue flicking against my tip, it’s a fucking miracle I don’t lose it right now.

Probably because I’m distracted with thoughts I didn’t think I’d have tonight.

“How’s that?” she asks. Her tone implores me to give her praise.

“Good.” It is good. Almost too good. I don’t have to tell her what to do or give her pointers. All day I had been thinking about that.

I can’t help it. I have to ask. But I’m still somewhat in a sane frame of mind to make sure I don’t offend her – last thing I want to do when a woman has her mouth on my cock is offend her. Women have teeth, and women know how to use teeth.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you, Alyssa?”

Her tongue slips off my shaft with a flick that has me reeling where I stand. “Do you want me to lie?”

“Never. Never lie to me, Alyssa. You won’t be in trouble if you tell me the truth about your experiences before me.” I force back a laugh. “Or your lack thereof.”

I want to know. I also want her to trust me, like I’m expected to trust her.

“I have, sir.”

“But you never had sex before me.”

“Not intercourse, no.”

“But you’ve blown other men.”

“Only a couple, sir.”

Only a couple. A couple more than I previously believed. While I know this shouldn’t irk me, it does. It’s my own fault, really. The moment Alyssa told me she was a virgin, my stupid sex-addled man-brain insisted she was a virgin to everything but maybe kissing. I never figured she might be familiar with oral sex. Does this also mean I wasn’t the first man to go down on her and give her oral pleasure?

It shouldn’t bother me.

But already I see my fantasies turning into wisps of unobtainable smoke.

“Then why don’t you show me what you know?”

And to make me feel better, I’m going to push her a little farther than I had planned.

“It would be my pleasure, sir.”

“Admit it, you’ve been aching to suck my cock.”

A smile curves around my tip as she teases my underside with her rolling tongue. That’s all the answer I need.

Alyssa Pendleton may not be a virgin to blowing a man, but she’s still inexperienced with me. I’m not like other men. I fuck in ways they can’t. I please women in ways they can’t. My cock is big enough to have made me the envy in locker rooms and to make women way more experienced than Alyssa grin in glee. I may not be porn star huge, but experience also tells me that most women don’t want to accommodate porn star huge. So you better believe I know that I am the best of both worlds.

I know I’m the biggest she’s ever taken into her mouth from the way she adjusts her tongue and cheeks. I’ve seen many women make this same face, but thus far, hers is the best.

Tell me, which is the biggest power trip? A woman humming on your dick with that look of unbridled lust in her eye, or mounting a woman and giving her the ride of her life?

Right now, I’m settling on the former. Because Alyssa makes sucking my dick look like the best thing in the world.

It certainly feels like the best thing.

My orgasm is quick to build. I’ve been carrying so much in my mind and loins all weekend that I did not doubt I’d spend myself almost right away. I will it to happen. Alyssa’s lucky that I tell her I’m going to purposely come in her throat, and she better be prepared. I even go so far as to grab the back of her head and bring her mouth forward. I want to feel my tip in the back of her throat. I want her mouth sucking on me as she whimpers from the pressure, her gag struggling to take all of me. I want her moaning on my cock because my musk makes her wet as she strokes her thighs and grabs her tits through her dress.

I want her looking into my eyes when I come. I want to see her immediate reaction. But I can’t, because my eyes slam shut from the relief bursting through me.

Her moans grow stronger. Even though my hand grabs her head in an effort to keep my cock deep in her throat, I still relent, giving her ample opportunity to pull away if she needs to. I want her swallowing my seed. I need to see her throat swallow it, but I’m also not a monster. She may not be a virgin to oral sex, but she still needs more experience, doesn’t she?

When she leans back, my half-erect cock slipping from her lips, I growl in pride from how much of my seed still lines her mouth. Alyssa sighs, her legs slowly opening. I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it.

But I needed her to do it.

I grab my cock and fist it back to full erection. Alyssa continues to whimper as I shove her back down, talking like a crazed man of sexual deviancy as I tell her to stay still, because I’m going to have my fucking way with the rest of her body. I don’t even care that cum spills down her cheek and gets on my bed. Good. Her little coughs make her chest shake. I’m not about to rip this dress off her, but…

Ah, fuck it. I reach beneath her back and unzip her. I pull the sleeves, the bust of her dress down, kissing her breasts the moment I see them popping out of her pushup bra. My mouth is all over her nipples, sucking, stimulating, pulling up her skirt like I did Friday night so I can get to her cunt and fuck it until I come again.

This time? It will take longer. The second time always takes longer, which is exactly what I want.

Once I have her down on her back, this dress ripped from her body and her legs spread wide for me, I become someone else entirely.

Someone I’m not entirely familiar with.

I’ve wanted women before. God knows I’ve spent most of my post-pubescent life getting up to no good with every woman I’ve fancied. Even the prudiest ones put out once I turn on my seduction. And let me tell you, there’s nothing more satisfying than penetrating a total prude and watching the ecstasy take over her face.

Almost nothing.

“Look in my eyes.” Words. Words are terribly difficult to say as I spend so much thought and energy on pushing my cock into Alyssa’s wet and tight cunt. “You know you fucking want to.”

I blindfolded her with my tie last time. Now, I bind her wrists together, placing her hands above her head and taking full control.

I don’t need to take off my clothes. It’s more important that I get inside her, feel her sweet pussy around my cock, and entice her tightening inner walls to work me until I come again. I’m hoping it will take at least a few minutes of thrusting. I want to enjoy it.

I want her to enjoy it.

Her eyes widen before glazing over, my cock now so deep within her – and meeting that tantalizing joy of little resistance – that I’m not sure how much more of me she can take. Friday night she had me at the hilt, my balls rubbing against her every time I thrust forward. That was in a more awkward position against my desk. Now I have her on my bed, the way humans have been fucking for thousands of years.

My hands grab her breasts. All I can think about is pounding her until she can’t walk anymore.

Think I’ll do that.

“Oh my God!” I haven’t told her to keep quiet, and I’m not going to. I want her chomping on her bottom lip, moaning like my tainted princess while I plunder her depths and make her mine. All mine.

I’m in a place no other man has been. The thrill gets me hard. Her body keeps me hard.

I can’t explain what goes through a man’s head when he’s fucking a woman who does to him what Alyssa does to me. My mind goes blank. A thousand thoughts explode in the back of my brain, but I don’t retain them. I can’t. I’m so focused on her outrageously perfect body that everything wipes from me. The only remnants I recall are based on the most primal, the most animalistic aspects of sex. Fuck her. Make her come. Make her make you come. Come in her. Make her feel you, make her know you own her. You possess her. She’s all yours. Yours, man, yours. She wants your cock like she wants air to breathe. Look at her. You’re giving her exactly what she wants. She can’t live without you anymore…

Some of these thoughts are borderline frightening. I push them aside. I untie her hands and tell her to brace herself against my shoulders, because I’m going to thrust.

She comes.

Alyssa moans so loudly when I kiss her neck that I almost go deaf. Her hands squeeze my shoulders, nails digging through my shirt. Her slick G-spot reacts to the head of my cock by trying to get away from it, but I continue to thrust into her, making her take me, accept me, be seduced and pleased by me. The strain in her voice says it’s almost too overwhelming for her. For me, too. The way she grabs and milks my whole cock has us both reeling.

You don’t understand how much I want to come inside of her. My balls tighten up, preparing to unleash my seed for the second time tonight. I could stay right here and fill her up, pump this hot, curvy body full of me. Like it spilled from her mouth earlier, I want to roll her over after we’re done and watch it run down her leg while she gives me that look of This is the first time it’s ever happened, Sir. What do I do now?

“Please!” She’s begging me. For what? “Please, sir!”

I’ll let her decide one thing tonight. If she doesn’t give me the option I pine for, I’ll know it’s a sign. “Where do you want it?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “My chest!”

Alyssa groans in that intoxicating mix of desire and relief when I pull out of her. I’m half-tempted to shove my cock back into her, but I’m past the point of no return. I’m coming. Her hand strokes her clit as I come on her breasts. I did last time, too. At least I know how hot it is.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers again. “Julian…”

I wince. Every time she says my name like that, I’m reminded that this can easily become personal.

“Look at you, my dirty girl.” Exhaustion plagues me. I may be young and virile, but two orgasms in the span of ten minutes will knock out any man. “Covered in my cum.”

She licks the finger that was on her clit. Legs still spread wide open, Alyssa massages my seed into her skin, between her breasts, and over her erect nipples. I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it. Those eyes are still glazed over, and her head rolling back.

I can’t help myself. I plant my face between her legs and tongue her cunt until she has one more orgasm. Then we can shower. Suppose I have to take my clothes off for that.