by Hamel, B. B.
“Nope,” I say. “I don’t. I can survive a day without you.”
“A day off in a nice hotel room.” She bites her lip, cocks her head. “Sounds awful lonely.”
That makes my heart beat fast. I step into the room, moving closer to her. She looks into my eyes and I know what she’s thinking.
“You don’t have to be alone,” I say gently. “If you want company, you can have it.”
“I don’t know what I want,” she answers.
I smirk and stop inches in front of her. She looks up into my eyes and maybe she’s right, maybe she doesn’t know.
But I can read passion there. It’s clear as day, clear as anything I’ve ever seen. She might not know what she wants, but I do.
“You want what I’ve been promising,” I say softly, my voice nearly a whisper. She tilts her head up closer to hear and I move down, lips brushing against her neck and ear. “You want what I’ve been hinting at.”
“What?”
“You want to feel good.”
I slide my lips along her cheek then kiss her.
The sharp intake of breath, her tongue against my tongue, god, I love it. I love this moment so much.
The first kiss before you go further, before you push her, before you give her what she needs. She’s dripping now in anticipation, thinking about the ways I can touch her…
But she has no clue. No clue at all.
I kiss her slow and deep and I let her wonder.
9
Paige
This isn’t how I expected my morning to go.
I figured I’d be nice and passive-aggressive to Leon all day. I’d be quiet and meek but glare at him. You know, really give him the business.
I didn’t think he’d take me to some fancy restaurant and eat breakfast with me in public. I didn’t think he’d tell me he cares about what I think, maybe not in so many words, but his actions speak loudly.
And I didn’t think he’d bring me upstairs into a beautiful hotel room, give me the day off, and then kiss me.
No, I didn’t expect any of this.
But now that it’s happening, I don’t want anything else.
That’s the strange thing with him. I can hate him one second, feel angry about the way he talk to me, treats me, acts around me. And the next, suddenly I want to kiss him and taste him so badly I can’t stop myself.
He has this pull. He knows when to push me, when to kiss me. Like he can read my mind or something.
I don’t want him to stop. Maybe I should, maybe all of this is just one long mistake, but I don’t want this mistake to stop.
I kiss him deep and let his hands move along my body. He grips my hair suddenly and pulls my head back, making me gasp. I can feel it deep in my chest, that thumping, pulsing desire. It’s pooling between my legs and I know, I just know, soon he’s going to reach a hand between my legs and find me dripping wet.
I know what he’ll feel. And I know what he’ll do.
Maybe I should be afraid.
All that fear goes away when he kisses my neck. He pushes me back and I stumble against the back of the couch. He unbuttons my blouse slowly, popping each button off with skilled fingers as he kisses me. One by one they come undone and soon my shirt is wide open. His hands move up my skin, cupping my breasts.
He presses my shirt off me, pulling it down my shoulders. I let it drop to the floor.
It hits the floor with a whisper and I feel a chill run down my spine.
“I know you still think you’re angry, but you’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispers in my ear as he unhooks my bra. I let it come off and join my shirt on the floor. He kisses my neck and teases my breasts. My pink nipples are hard as he licks them, rolls a tongue around them and bites softly.
“I’m not angry anymore,” I groan. “I can’t be angry right now.”
He chuckles and tilts my chin up, kissing me again, one hand in my hair and the other teasing my breasts. I groan into his kiss and push myself against him tighter.
I love feeling exposed like this, completely undressed for him. I groan as he pulls my hair and reaches down with both hands to unbutton my slacks.
He gets them off and down my legs. He kisses my chest and stomach and pulls them off, tossing them aside. I’m standing in front of him in just my panties and somewhere in my mind I’m wondering how this even happened, how I ended up completely undressed like this.
He cocks his head and looks at me, a little smile on his lips.
“You know, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Turn around. I want to see your ass.”
I turn for him, blushing a little bit. I let him look at me. I’ve never let a man look at me like this before. He lets out a soft little growl.
“Beautiful,” he says. He steps up behind me and grabs my hair again, his hand moving down my back, tracing little lines with his fingertips. I shiver as he reaches my ass and squeezes hard then spanks me softly. “Perfect. Every inch of you.”
I gasp as his hand moves down between my legs. He cups my pussy over my panties and I know he can feel how hot and wet I am. I shimmy my hips and he spreads my legs before his fingers start to tease me, moving over my panties, pushing the cotton into my soaked pussy and ruining them even more.
I don’t care. Let him tear them to shreds. I’m shivering with delight, moaning with pleasure. I push back against him and he spanks my ass before pulling my panties aside. I gasp when his fingers touch my skin and slide up along my lips, spreading them easily, expertly.
He fingers my clit and his fist in my hair tightens as he slowly rolls his fingers along my nub. I gasp, back arching. He growls and I can feel the smile in his voice.
“Soft, tight, and wet,” he whispers. “That’s how I want you, my darling Paige. My little Paige. I want you dripping wet and thinking about my fingers between your legs. I want you dreaming about my cock fucking you nice and rough. Is that what you want this morning, Paige?”
His voice is a sensuous growl and it drives me wild. “Yes,” I whisper. “God, yes.”
“You want me deep, deep between your legs, don’t you?” His lips are right against my ear. His fingers are teasing me still, rolling along my clit, sending stabs of shivering intensity up along my body.
“Yes,” I moan. I can tell I’m losing myself but I don’t care. “Please.”
“Oh, Paige,” he says. “You filthy girl. You want your boss to fuck your tight little cunt right here in this room. Do you know how much trouble you are?”
“I don’t care,” I whisper.
“I know you don’t. You’re just so delicious, so tasty and tempting. And you know the best part of you?”
“What?” I whisper.
“You obey.” He grips my hair even tighter and pulls back. I gasp as he spanks my ass at the same time.
“Oh, god,” I gasp.
He spanks me again, this time harder.
“You listen. You obey. That’s right, girl. You listen to your Daddy and do what you’re supposed to. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Oh, god, yes.”
His fingers slide back inside my pussy, plunging deep. I gasp as he moves them in and out, fucking me with them, rolling them along my cunt and driving me wild. His other hand releases my hair and I groan, dipping my head forward. He teases my breasts as he fucks me with his fingers from behind.
He pauses for a second then drops to his knees, peeling off my panties as he goes. I’m up on my tip-toes, looking over my shoulder as I step out of them. He’s admiring my body with this look on his face that’s making me drip down along my inner thighs. He looks up into my eyes and stands, spreading my legs wide.
I’m naked, legs spread, bent over a couch for my boss. And he’s fully dressed, admiring me like I’m some piece of art he’s about to own.
God, let him own me.
He steps back. “Stay there,” he says, his voice low, and he starts to undress.
I watch him take off his jacket. I watch him tak
e off his shirt. The muscles on his body are hard and perfect. I’m amazed at his slightly tanned skin, his ripped abs, his perfect chest. I want to run my fingers down him but he told me to stay, and so I stay.
He takes off his belt. For a second, I think he’s about to spank me with it. But he smiles and drops it on the floor. He unbuttons his pants, takes them off, casually folds and throws them over a chair.
And finally, he takes off his boxer briefs. I stare at the man’s cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself. His body is a Greek statue, perfectly proportioned and stacked, but he’s all man and all real and right here, holding his hard cock, slowly stroking himself.
“I’ve been thinking about this moment for a while now,” he says gently. “Do you think you can handle me, little Paige?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling a thrill.
“No, not yet.” He smirks. “Turn around. Get on your knees.”
I turn and obey. I kneel down on a soft rug.
“Hands behind your back.”
I put my hands behind my back. I interlace my fingers and hold them there, sitting with good posture, chest out, just like I sit when I’m in his office.
He steps forward and leans down. He kisses me softly, lips lingering on mine, pulling my hair back.
“First, you need to suck my cock,” he whispers softly. “Oh, I don’t mean to be crass. But you need to get my cock nice and soaking wet before I can fuck you deep and rough. Do you understand, Paige? You can’t handle me otherwise. So you’d better suck me deep and hard and love every single inch of it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, and I know he loves that.
I take his cock in my mouth, hands behind my back, and I suck him. Slowly at first, but soon I’m bobbing up and down on his thick member, taking his shaft into my throat. I gag and pause and suck him again, letting my spit roll down his skin.
I don’t care if I’m being messy. I don’t care about anything but sucking his big, fat cock. He groans and grabs my hair tight, pushing me down deeper. I take him into my throat and let him pump himself there, thrusting into my mouth. I let him fuck my face and use me for his pleasure. It only makes the pooling excitement between my legs even more intense. I can feel myself dripping down onto the floor, I need him so badly.
I suck his cock and get him soaked and wet. He groans and stares at me as I roll my tongue around his tip.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “God damn, you’re beautiful.” He pulls me back by the hair sharply. “Now get to your feet, little Paige.”
I do as he says. He pushes me back toward the couch, turning me around, bending me over. He kneels and licks me, ass and pussy, growling like an animal. Pleasure blooms again and I know I can’t take much more.
Just when I’m about to scream and beg, he stands and slaps my ass. I gasp and just as the pain starts to fade, he presses his enormous, thick cock against my gaping, soaked pussy and pushes.
Pleasure, pain, intensity, it all flashes along my skin. I arch my back as he sinks his cock deep inside of me.
“Oh, god,” I groan, unable to help myself. The words just slip from my lips as he pushes himself deeper.
I feel him gather my hair into his fist again and grip. I moan and look back, mouth hanging open. “God damn, girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Just as tight and wet as I fucking wanted.”
I wiggle my hips and take him deeper. I didn’t know I could take so much, that I could be filled so deep and wide. He growls and grips my hip with his other hand before spanking my ass.
He moves back and fucks me slow. I can feel every inch of him spreading me wide and I know I can barely take him, barely stand it. I’m hovering on the precipice, right on the edge of pure oblivion, pure pleasure. But he spanks me again, nice and hard, keeping it at bay.
He fucks me faster, gripping my hair. He teases my breasts with his other hand and I push my hips back against him. He rips into me, fucking me harder, slapping my ass and pulling my hair.
I’m dominated, stretched, controlled. I’ve never experienced a man like this before, a man that can so easily take what he wants and make it all his. I roll my hips back against him, begging, pleading with my eyes, needing every inch.
He doesn’t disappoint. He doesn’t hold back. He fucks my pussy rough and hard and I’m dripping wet along his cock.
God, I want to come. I want it so badly. Every muscle is tense and gets tenser with every thrust and spank from his rough and practiced hands.
“You’re like heaven,” he growls in my ear. “Your tight little cunt grips my cock like it was built for me. God, girl, you have no clue how good you feel, how fucking sexy you are.”
He pulls back and turns me around. He pulls me against him, kissing me, his hands exploring my body like he can’t help himself. One hand finds my pussy and teases my clit. I grab his cock with both hands and stroke him fast, moaning as I drop to my knees. I suck him, tasting my pussy on his shaft.
He lifts me up and moves around the couch. He sits and I straddle him, back arched. He grabs my hair again and slowly helps me slide down his shaft.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Oh, god. I don’t know how you even fit.”
He smirks and spanks my ass then grabs it hard. I slowly ride him and can feel the sweat rolling down my skin.
He kisses me, tasting my tongue and lips, biting me softly. “I can fit because you were made for this,” he whispers. “You see that? You feel it? You were made for me, little Paige. Every inch of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.
I ride him faster. He spanks my ass and grabs my hips, thrusting up inside of me as I go. I move faster, faster, riding and rolling and bucking back down. I’m moaning, gasping, groaning. I can barely control myself but I need more of him. I need more, every inch of his hard cock between my legs.
It’s driving me wild and he’s not letting up. He turns and grabs me, pushing me back down onto the couch. He spreads my legs, getting me onto my back, and slides his cock deep inside. I gasp as he leans over me, kissing me softly. “I want to feel you come and then I want to taste it,” he whispers. “Can you do that, my darling Paige?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
He fucks me hard, my breasts bouncing. He teases me with his thumb as he does it, expertly rolling it along my clit and driving me wild. I gasp and groan and say his name over and over again, calling him Daddy. I can’t help myself, it just clicks in this moment, everything coming together into a perfect puzzle of pleasure that rocks up my spine.
He fucks me rough and savage. I know I can’t take it much longer. I’m tensing, all my muscles contracting, ready for the moment I can finally release. Ready for when he finally lets me.
He puts a finger in my mouth and I suck it greedily as he fucks me faster. “That’s right, I want to come right here,” he says gently, pulling his finger down my lip. “I want you to taste it all, you dirty girl.”
“Please,” I moan. “I want it, please, Daddy.”
He growls and rips into me, savage inside. I’m dripping wet and ready, buzzing with it, feeling the glow right on the edge of my skin, ready to invade my mind in thick and intense spurts of desire.
“Go ahead, girl,” he growls in my ear. “Let me see it. Let me watch you.”
I roll my hips and pant as he fucks me faster, faster, and I know. I can feel it now, the buzz turning into a roar.
The explosive orgasm rips through me in wave after wave and I think I stop breathing. I know I say his name, whispering Daddy like a prayer, and he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. He gives me what I need.
I come harder than I’ve ever come before. It’s like the tension’s been building for months and only now is he letting me release it all. I come and he growls and he doesn’t let up, not for a second.
As it slowly starts to fade from an explosive intensity wrecking my body down to a glow of happy pleasure, he pulls himself back and grabs me off the couch, onto my knees. I suck his cock, knowing what he needs, and I taste it as he sp
urts into my mouth with deep growls of pleasure.
“Paige,” he groans, pushing my head down. I take his cum into my throat and swallow every bit of it. I lick him clean and when I’m done, he pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around my body, holding me tight against him.
I stay like that for a while, just breathing against his chest. We’re both sweating and I swear I’m still dripping wet. I think I can feel his cock getting hard against my ass the longer we stay like this, and I know that as soon as I move, he’s not going to let me go.
“Is this the break you needed?” he whispers in my ear.
“Maybe,” I say back. “Maybe it is. God, it feels good.”
“Good,” he says, a smile on his lips. “Do you want to be alone?”
I grip him, nuzzling tighter. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
He holds me against him.
All thoughts of anything else are gone. There’s only this moment, this man, holding me tight.
10
Leon
After that day in the hotel, things go back to normal.
Mostly.
Maxime and Cerise go dark and I don’t hear anything from them, which is actually not that unusual. They like to be aloof and distant then suddenly appear out of nowhere with a flurry of activity. I think it’s a negotiation strategy meant to knock people off balance.
It definitely works, or at least it would if I weren’t used to their shit already.
Paige forgives me for that blunder at the job site and things fall back into an easy rhythm. The tension between us simmers, building back up from the boiling point we hit that morning in the hotel, but not quite running over.
The biggest difference is I find myself going easy on her. Well, maybe not easy compared to other, normal human beings… but easy for me.
I don’t know why. I shouldn’t give her any favoritism or treat her any differently. I mean, yes, we fucked and it was fantastic, but there’s still nothing official going on between us. That was inevitable, but still, we’re both adults. We can go back to working together like normal.
