Bossy Billionaire: A Steamy Older Man Romance

by Mia Madison

  Jolie squirms at being repressed in my grasp. I allow her hands to roam free and she slides one up my chest and shoulder around the back of my neck. The daggering of her fingers into my hair to pull my mouth down onto her seems more intimate than the way I stroked her slickness, forcing her clit to stand up hard.

  “Where are we going now?” she murmurs when our lips unlock but we stand there, arms entwined, with barely a lick of air separating out mouths.

  I feel her hot breath and it drives me to distraction. My cock is beating a military tattoo against my pants, needing to slide all the way into her sweet tight cavern. When I can finally release her mouth from sharing my living breath, I take her by the hand without answering and lead her to a place I think she'll love.

  “Is this your building?” she asks as I guide her through the high-ceilinged lobby and the concierge gives a half salute.

  I don't respond other than to pull her into my arms again before the elevator doors are fully closed on us. She emits a nervous little laugh.

  “I thought you never take anyone up to your apartment.”

  “I'm ready to start making exceptions,” I tell her, my lips brushed up against her soft full ones so we share our words. “But I need you to know how it's going to be.”

  “I'm not hugely experienced but I'm not a virgin,” she says. “I dated guys in college.”

  “This is different.”

  “Different how?” she whimpers as the door opens onto my suite and I lead her straight into the sunken living room.

  She falters a little, wowed by the stunning floor to ceiling view all the way uptown. I go to the bar and pour a scotch, down it swiftly then open the glass refrigerator to find her some champagne.

  “Different how?”

  When I turn from the lit up interior, she's right behind me. Her small hand strokes across my rough cheek. I clasp her hand and hold it there, telling myself it's okay to feel this.

  Relax.

  How to explain this to her? Any time I've fallen in the past, I've done the contract thing, the guarantees of safety and especially the non-disclosure. But now, now with Jolie, I want her to accept me as I am. To know this is our lifestyle and to enter willingly, no signatures and promissory notes.

  “I need to restrain you.” Fuck, I didn’t mean to blurt it out so bluntly.

  “Like handcuffs?” Her hand drops half away, like she isn’t sure if she wants to touch me but is held there somehow.

  “Like bondage. Your body drives me delirious with hunger and I want to fuck you so hard you won't even bend over without thinking of my cock filling you. But I want you strapped up, every limb restrained, blindfold, gagged.”

  Describing the scene, seeing her body splayed open on the bed, blindfold and tied at wrists and ankles, her pussy glistening through open crotch panties is more than I can contain. My dick stands up like a hammer and pounds at the cloth and metal restraining it.

  “Like in the exhibition?” she whimpers.

  So prettily.

  Her lip is quivering and the urge to suck it into my mouth is overwhelming.

  She allows me that. And my hand low on her hip, my thumb pressing into her flesh. But when I release her mouth she shakes her head.

  “I can't. Do that.”

  “You may find you like it if you chance it.”

  She shakes her head more vigorously. I take her hand to lead down the passage and show her, just show her. Then my phone rings and I leave go of her to head back to my jacket. I've been out of office all day after all.

  When I locate the phone and swipe the call, I turn in time to see the elevator doors closing on Jolie, her face stricken.

  Chapter SEVENTEEN

  Jolie

  Oh my god, I've gotten myself in far deeper than I can handle. Brand has more money than a prince, with all the power and domination that comes with that. He's also older and far more experienced and I thought I was ready for that. That age was just a number and I could deal, no problem. But now I feel completely swamped and out of my depth.

  Maybe he's too much. Or maybe I'm in too deep.

  I hail a cab on the street to go the few short blocks up to the parking garage where I left Dan's car.

  “Please. Please let it be fixed and running,” I whisper an incantation to myself, so the driver eyes me in the rear view like I'm a raving lunatic.

  We said our goodbyes already but I'm suddenly driven to see my brother one more time before he leaves. He's the only one in the world who'd understand what I'm going through right now. But I'm also terrified, with an unpleasant sensation that something's gonna happen to him this tour. Suddenly I need to make sure he knows how much I love and appreciate everything about who he is.

  “It's all taken care of far's I know.”

  It's a different car jockey that brings out the Toyota and assures me it's been fixed and the bill for everything is covered. I'm annoyed that Brand picks up the check on my life but also so relieved and grateful, making it hard to stay mad at him

  It's late but at least I've missed the worst of the manic rush out of the city. At last I breathe easy again once I drive into the low lit, almost deserted streets of Starry Creek.

  I park and let myself into my parent's house. Only the sound of the TV in the den is audible. Laughter from the late night show. My folks must have already gone to bed and Dan's having a beer, sprawled out across the couch.

  “Hey Sis, what gives?” He grins broadly when I sneak up on him but not fast enough for his trained senses.

  He pulls me over the back of the couch so I tumble onto the cushion beside him. “Don't tell me you wrecked the car and have come to grovel and beg forgiveness.”

  “Ha, funny – the car is good as new.”

  That's the truth, after all. “I just wanted – I really wanted to see you before you leave.”

  “Hey – what's going on?”

  Dan throws an arm around my shoulder as a tear rolls across my chin and plops on my lap.

  “Tell me all about it and let Danny Boy clear up all your worries.”

  “You remember Shay?”

  “That asshole boyfriend of yours that tried to sell video of my little sister?”

  “Yeah, you know how, how he had me tied up and blindfold?”

  “Don't remind me. I should have killed that bastard for what he did to you.”

  “Well you came as close as you could without risking jail, so I'm glad you didn't but do you think that's – I mean is that a thing?”

  “What selling video of your girlfriend tied up naked on a bed? Of course not, it's fucking douchebag behavior.”

  “No not that. I mean do many people get off on bondage?”

  “Where's this coming from Jolie? What's going on? I can tell you're upset and I want you to tell me right now.”

  The tension makes Dan's body go rigid with rage so I tell him everything. And once I start, it all spills out and I can't hold it back. Well, almost everything. We're close and talk about most stuff but still, I don’t describe being bent over the wheel of a gigantic yacht while a billionaire spanked me, put a vibrating egg inside me and got me off harder than anyone ever has. That much I keep to myself.

  “I think I like this guy. I mean really like him. He's fun to be with, we're so relaxed together it feels like I've known him my whole life. We can talk about everything and he listens. I'm gonna need that with you gone again.”

  “So where's the 'but'? Cos I sure get the idea there's a big one coming.” Dan isn't at all convinced.

  “He needs to have me restrained. He said he can only be with me – you know like that -”

  “As a man and your lover.”

  “Yeah like that – if I'm all bound up, gagged and blindfold.”

  “It's not an image I like seeing my sister in,” Dan growls, getting up to grab a couple of beers from the refrigerator.

  Crap, this is getting embarrassing.

  “I know, I'm sorry but you're the only one I can talk to about this
. Because after what Shay did to me, that terror of his friends all gawking at me naked and helpless, the humiliation. I don't know if that's causing my resistance to try this out.”

  “Fuck, Jolie, can't you just find a guy your own age who doesn’t need some kinky stuff from you? I don’t wanna judge but you're my sister and I want what's best for you. I want you taken care of, not used like a sex toy.”

  “You think that's what's happening here?”

  Maybe lust has erased all ability for logical reasoning, but Brand hasn't treated me with anything but total care and respect.

  “These rich bastards are the ones that never wanna serve their country. They just wanna stay home and have fun and use other people to fulfill their own needs,” Dan says.

  “Yes. I suppose you're right.”

  But now I'm not convinced.

  “You know I am, kid. Your body's giving you a heads up on it but you're too upset to hear it.”

  We settle back with our beers and watch the rest of late night before turning in. But once I'm in bed, my traitorous body starts giving me an entirely different heads up. Brand's gorgeous face swarms up before me and my pussy starts clenching hungrily with the delicious memory of his fingers pushing inside me. How with just one hand he broke me apart physically, sending me into a whirlpool of shuddering climax like I'd never have thought possible.

  What on earth would it be like to consume his huge cock inside me? To finger his hard ridges of muscle and inhale the musk-tinged aroma of his skin. He clearly has the heavy desire to take his time to draw sensations from my body that have never been accessed before now.

  Alone in bed I become all too aware of the vibrating egg still inside me. How Brand stood behind me at the mirror as I changed my outfit then commanded me to pull up the skirt of my new dress and drop the new La Perla lace panties.

  I was shivering with anticipation, assuming he was going to bend me over the dresser and fuck me from behind.

  “Stop,” he ordered when the underwear was around my thighs. He came up behind me then, his hooded eyes on my little pink slit in the mirror.

  With his lips against the side of my neck, he pulled my clit open and slid the egg back inside my hole.

  “Just a reminder of who you belong to,” he husked.

  Before I could protest, he put my outfit back into perfect place and led me off the boat to the best restaurant in the city.

  Now I'm accustomed to the sense of fullness in my pussy like it's part of me. The vibrator hasn’t gone off since I left Brand's penthouse though. It's remained as silent as a diffused time-bomb inside me and it's killing me. I wish he'd use it again, I almost feel like texting him to beg him to do it. I need the humming in my body when he isn't with me. Every cell craves more of what he gave me last night.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Brand

  As soon as the elevator doors close on her, my every impulse is to follow Jolie down to the lobby and bring her back. The need to throw her down and fuck her pussy harder than she's ever been pounded still pummels through my veins like a train through a tunnel. Never in my life has the bloodlust craving to slide inside a woman's slick, tight hold been so vivid.

  I want her.

  With every iota of my soul. I want to possess her, claim her, own her. It's like ripping my skin off slice by slice, the hunger for her is so intense. If she'd been any other woman I might have dragged her back. Let her know that no woman walks out on me without my permission. But Jolie has never been just any woman for me. From the instant I set eyes on her, the knowledge that this one was unlike the rest lodged deep in my marrow.

  I pick up my phone, not to call her as I don't have her number. I intend to set the vibrator humming inside her pussy, calling her back to me. I know from how Jolie responds, how her body lights up under my touch, that she's ready for me. That she wants this and will love it.

  But her horrified face as the elevator closed on her springs to my thoughts. Maybe Jolie is best left to a man her own age and with simple lusts. With a sigh, more like a groan, I lean all the way back on the sofa and resolve to forget this one.

  The phone vibrates in my hand and I check the screen to see it's Cedric Bentley calling. I ought to let the fucker go to Voicemail except I'm sure he's calling about Jolie.

  “What's up dude?” I put on a casual voice for the guy that rubs me the wrong way, sending prickles up my back whenever I'm in contact with him.

  “Is my gallery girl still with you by chance?” he demands with a proprietorial tone I don’t care for.

  I'm about to ask what the fuck business is it of his who I'm with or what his employees do on their spare time, but I need to know that Jolie's job isn't in jeopardy seeing as it was worrying her so much.

  “No, she left not long ago.”

  “So late?”

  “Yeah.” The back of my neck bristles at his inquisition. But this is for her. “I kept her to help me with a sudden bout of indecision. This is a major purchase.” I remind him. Then a fear hits me. “Has something happened?”

  “No, that's fine. I mean, how major are we talking here?”

  “I'll let her explain that to you – it's her sale after all and she did great. A real natural cos as you know, I'm a tough nut to sell.”

  “Damn right. I've never persuaded you into a piece. I need Jolie tomorrow for a party.”

  “Friday night?”

  “Yeah. She knows she has to work odd hours. And she's had plenty of time off this week.”

  I get off the phone before I grind my teeth any further down just from talking to this asshat.

  Who does he think he is calling Jolie 'my gallery girl'? Quite apart from the fact that the girl has a degree in art history which is more than he has, she is passionate and talented and deserves his respect. She not his girl, she's mine.

  I leave the phone on the table beside my tumbler of scotch and sprawl back on the sofa. My head tips back on to the rest, stretching out the tension in my neck. With my eyes closed, I see Jolie looking glorious bent over my boat wheel. Her cheeks getting hotter and pinker with every clap of my hand. How dripping wet her pussy was when I finished. Yet even after a spanking none of the sassy feistiness was diminished.

  I lie sprawled on the sofa, legs splayed through the night. Not sleeping, just dipping in and out of my obsession with Jolie. At intervals I pick up the phone with the drive to set off the vibrating gold egg inside her pussy and force her to think of me as she quivers and shudders. I know she's lying awake as well, wherever she is. I can feel her restlessness with my soul.

  I'm in the office at dawn but catch myself staring out at the sun coming up over the tops of the towers to fill my windows. Memories of Jolie in the last dawn I saw fill my mind. Her perfect curves, her perfect skin, her hair, her pleading response to my touch, begging me to give her all of me.

  A hundred times during the day, I'm out of my chair to head out and look for Jolie. To tell her she has no choice but to be with me. We've started a roller-coaster ride that can't be left as we reach the pinnacle.

  At five I pour myself a scotch and the warmth spreading through my chest resolves me.

  “Have a good weekend, Cynthia,” I tell my secretary who looks up in shock to see me depart so early.

  “Thank you. You too, Mr Everly.”

  It's not far to the gallery, but I need some adrenalin to calm the stuff that's already rushing through my blood already. In moments, I'm out of the parking lot and roaring up the packed streets, weaving through traffic.

  I leave the bike right in front, rustle out the creases in my suit and head calmly inside. The instant I'm in, I hear voices towards the back. Not raised but threatening enough that my hackles rise. The half walls for the exhibit are still up although the live bound models are gone, with huge photos in their place – signed limited editions.

  I wander closer, gazing at the naked women tied up into intricate shibari designs and nothing moves me. Nothing compares to the sight of Jolie, arms pinned to
her sides by her own dress, her perfect round tits and ass exposed.

  “You do need to come to this party tonight,” Cedric's saying, presumably to the other 'gallery girl'. The one he's already fucking. “I have to show up with two women and I informed you this was part of the job.”

  My blood surges at that and I move in closer to see Jolie. I can tell she's nervous, working a little at her lower lip then forcing herself to stop and stare back at him with her fiery determination. That mouth would be shooting daggers at him I know, if her job wasn't on the line here.

  “You said parties with clients. Not that I'd be expected to have sex with them,” she states, with a quiver in her voice.

  A flash like lightning strikes through my head and I'm across the gallery in seconds.

  “Brand, didn't see you come in,” Cedric blusters. “What the -?”

  Jolie turns around and registers shock to see me charging toward her. But all she can do is let out a wild squeal as I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder in the same fireman lift I used on the boat. Her full tits shelved on my muscle have my cock raging to tear them free and refill my hands with her lush flesh.

  “Put me down,” she rages, unleashing her rage at Cedric onto me.

  I kick the glass front door to the gallery open and set her down on the bike waiting at the curb.

  She immediately stands up and I push her back down, firmly but not hurting her.

  “You can't just pick me up and kidnap me,” she screams, attracting stares from people passing on the busy sidewalk.

  “Actually I just did,” I tell her, adding a kiss to the tip of her adorable little nose.

  She opens her mouth to respond as I pull the helmet down over that riot of hair and tip the visor closed.

  Seconds later I'm roaring across midtown with her spread pussy pressed into my behind making focus on anything else almost impossible.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jolie

  Who does he think he is ram-raiding me out of my place of work? I can't believe it. I should call the police. I should struggle. I ought to be pummeling my fists into the solid shield of his back, but no, what am I doing?