Dr. Boss

by Ivy Blake

  I loved how they tasted and the way their kisses could easily make me burn with desire for them. “We’ll be together forever,” I said passionately. I craved them, every inch of my body begging for them—begging for more.

  “Is that a promise?” Logan asked me, his beautiful blue eyes searing into me.

  “Yes. I’m selling the company, but I’m not going away from you. I love you and that will never change. So I hope you’ll support my decision.”

  Logan and Jake looked at each other before they flashed their beautiful smiles at me. “Of course we’ll support you, babe,” Jake said. “If you think that’s the best decision, we’ll help you.”

  “We believe in you, so whatever you decide to do in the future, we’ll always have your back.”

  Oh guys. They were the sweetest, but the best part was that they were mine.

  “Now, how about we celebrate this properly, huh?” Jake asked me and picked me up. He carried me to his desk and sat me down on the edge. His eyes traveled across my face, drinking in every detail, and my pulse sped up.

  He started unbuttoning my shirt, while Logan went around the desk and stopped right behind me. He pulled my hair to the side and leaned in to kiss my ear, slowly sliding his tongue down my earlobe. My blood hummed in my veins with lust, and my pussy clenched, hungry to be filled.

  “There is no other woman like you,” Jake said and separated my shirt. “You’re one of a kind, Madeline.” He unclasped the front of my bra and pushed it aside, exposing my breasts to him. “Such perfect tits,” he muttered and lowered his head.

  “Jake,” I cried out when his mouth covered my nipple and gave it a gentle tug, making my mound wet. At the same time, Logan’s hands traveled from my neck and shoulders to my waist, halting right above the hem of my skirt.

  “You’re too hot,” Logan said and continued to move his hands even lower. “I’m addicted to you.”

  “Logan, touch me,” my voice wasn’t mine as I begged him, needing his fingers on my swollen core.

  “Mmm, like this?” he asked and pressed his fingers right against my clit, creating an immense pleasure.

  “Oh yes. Yes, just like that.” I could barely form a sentence, squirming and panting because of the double sensations. Jake sucked each nipple into his mouth, and I pressed his head against me, going wild.

  Logan pushed his hand inside my panties and slid it through my folds, reaching my entrance. “You’re already so wet, sweetheart,” he said and pushed two fingers inside of me.

  “Logan! Yes!”

  He growled and plunged them deep, stretching me widely. “So hot and tight. See what you’re doing to me.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erection. I grabbed him and gave him a few firm strokes, to which he growled and bit my shoulder.

  “Keep fucking me, Logan... Ah!” I moaned loud when Jake’s tongue flickered over my hard nipple, and I squeezed Logan’s dick harder.

  Logan was now pumping me fast, making me soak my undies completely, and the pressure in me grew stronger. I could barely breathe when he added another finger and crooked them right where my G-spot was, creating something so delicious that the oncoming orgasm threatened to ruin me.

  Jake clamped his hand against my mouth when my moans turned into screams. There was no real reason to silence me because we were all alone in the office, but just the act itself aroused me to no extent.

  I returned his lustful stare, moving my hips roughly to meet Logan’s thrusts, but I wouldn’t last much longer...

  “That’s it, beautiful. Right on my fingers.”

  Logan pressed my G-spot again, and that was it...

  “Mhm!” I screamed against Jake’s hand and orgasmed, my hips bucking from its intensity.

  “So sexy,” Jake muttered and separated himself from me to take off his clothes. Logan and I took off each other’s clothes, letting our hands and lips explore our bodies thoroughly.

  I pushed Logan against Jake’s desk and knelt in front of him. “Your cock makes my pussy so wet,” I told him and licked his head, licking some of his pre-cum.

  He hissed and ran his hands through my head, keeping me close. “Keep talking.”

  I grinned and licked him again, this time running my tongue all over his head and shaft. “I like to feel how hard you are under my tongue and lips. I like to taste you and make you come in my mouth.”

  “Fuck,” Jake growled and pulled my ass up in the air, already behind me with a condom on his dick. My mouth was still on Logan’s cock when Jake pressed against me and penetrated my mound, bringing me the sweetest pleasure I craved for. “Always so tight and wet. You respond perfectly to us, Madeline. You’re amazing.”

  More pre-cum poured out of Logan’s tip and I licked it up, twirling my tongue around him one more time before I pushed his cock into my mouth, enjoying the way his body shuddered when I took his whole length in. I loved being able to make them feel like this, and this potent feeling made my blood boil with need for them.

  I sucked him faster, matching the rhythm of Jake’s banging, and screamed when Jake hit my cervix.

  “Jake!”

  He didn’t stop, hitting my cervix again and again, which brought the greatest pleasure combined with dull pain, and it was almost unbearable.

  “Keep sucking my cock,” Logan ordered and pulled me by hair, bringing me back to his dick. I swallowed it whole, trying my best to focus on him, but it was so hard when the pleasure that spread through every part of me was stronger than anything.

  “I’m coming,” I cried out, and Jake slammed inside even harder, making me climax. “Ah!”

  My insides contracted around Jake, the pit of my stomach burning from the force of my orgasm, and my legs threatened to give out on me.

  Logan picked me up and led me to the couch, lying down with me on his lap. Jake handed me a condom to put on Logan. I rubbed against him, more than ready for them both. Jake was right behind me, positioning himself so he could enter my ass, and just as Logan shoved his dick into me, Jake probed my ass, thrusting inside at once.

  “Ah! Guys!”

  I felt like they were going to rip me in two, but it was the feeling I’d grown to love and anticipate more than anything. I’d never felt closer to them than like this—when they were both owning me and creating the most delightful sensations I could ask for. We moved as one, our bodies yearning to get closer and to give the pleasure that connected us, and there was nowhere I would rather be than in their arms.

  “I love you, Madeline,” Logan muttered and kissed me, running his hands up and down my back lovingly.

  “I love you,” Jake said behind me and bit into my shoulder, sucking my skin in a way that would produce a hickey.

  “I love you too, guys. I always will. You’re mine.”

  “We’re yours, and you’re ours,” Logan said and rammed harder into me, bringing me closer to a new climax.

  “So tight. I’m cumming, babe.” Jake’s grunts filled my ears when he exploded, his cock twitching against my slick walls once, twice, thrice...

  Logan was still until Jake finished and pulled out of me, and then slammed into my ass, making me ride him. “Oh Madeline. I love both your holes. You’re so hot and wet.”

  His thrusts quickened, just like his fingers on my clit that were now pushing me to my orgasm, and I screamed his name, trembling forcefully. Two thrusts later, he followed me, slamming his lips against mine at the moment he began spurting his load. His arms snaked around me, keeping me close until he finished ejaculating.

  I looked at Jake, who was now sitting on his chair, and noticed his full hard-on. A smirk playing on my lips, I stood up and crossed the room, swaying my hips intentionally.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I said, my pussy already anticipating their next move.

  Jake smirked at me. “Good, because we don’t intend to stop here.”

  And they didn’t. They made love to me throughout the rest of the night, showing me just how much I meant to them and
that it was going to last.

  And that was all I needed.

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  1

  Foster

  “The building really is a steal. The company’s going out of business, and the price they’re offering is all inclusive. They aren’t even trying to sell off the furniture on any of the levels in order to try and recoup money. The guy’s just fucking bailing.”

  “Doesn’t sound like a very smart man to me,” I said. “I’ve got no issues buying from him the potential he doesn’t see.”

  “That’s why I wanted to meet you at your office today instead of waiting until this afternoon. If I can secure this price, then we’ll have our pick of what they’ve got in that building to use. I can hire someone to haul out the rest of the shit, and we can get this project going.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Does that mean the meeting this afternoon is canceled?” I asked. “Can you guys handle something like that without me there?”

  “Yes, Mr. Dobson. We’ll be just fine once we’ve gotten your approval.”

  “Then, you’ve got it,” I said.

  “This’ll put you on the map.”

  “I’m already on the map,” I said. “Now, I want to be the map. I want people to come to me when they want something from that building. I’ve got massive plans for it.”

  “Then, that is something we can do. All you need to do is-”

  “Approve every single solitary change I want to make with the board, no matter what. Every faucet. Every piece of wallpaper-- which there will be none-- and every change of every toilet seat. Got it,” I said.

  “I know you don’t like that part-”

  “No, I don’t. I don’t like the fact that I own this company and have for five years, and yet a table full of old ass rich men somehow get to decide whether I’ve done my job well enough. They don’t own this company. They aren’t the experts. They simply hold stock and invest consistently in my projects. If I was bad at my job, they wouldn’t keep investing. That’s proof enough, the fact that they’re all still sitting there,” I said.

  “And I agree wholeheartedly, Mr. Dobson, but that’s just the way things are.”

  “Well, maybe things need to-...change.” A yawn peeled from my lips even as I was saying it. I’d done this song and dance a million fucking times. Some independent idiot would come in and want to start their own complex or condominium station and try to pimp it out. They’d really do it up-- jet bathtubs in all the main bathrooms, king-sized beds. Really furnish up the place and rent out the rooms to businessmen.

  What they didn’t understand was that businessmen who came to New York either stayed in hotels because they wanted to discreetly bang someone or they stayed in the home of whoever they were banging.

  Luxury condominiums never worked anywhere in the city unless you were selling them.

  It was my fifth property I’d acquired in the past seven years doing this type of shit. I’d come in to the owner panicking with his balls between his legs and he’d beg me for the best possible estimate I could provide. I’d buy him out, so he wouldn’t be in half the debt he’s currently in, then I’d take everything and turn it into what it should’ve been. The money I brought in from these projects could power an entire third-world country for ten years.

  And I was about to make a shitload more money with this latest venture.

  “Something boring you?”

  “Yes. You. Get out. You’ve got my approval. Come back to me when the construction crew is ready to revamp. I control that part,” I said.

  “Just make sure you give me a rundown of things you want to change and get it to me. I can run at least some of it by the board so you don’t have to be, you know, bored anymore. That’ll give you a bit more freedom to go ahead and get some things done.”

  “Just write the word ‘everything’ on a sheet of paper and slide it across the table. I’m sure they’ll get the message then,” I said.

  The guy I was talking to was my project manager. I didn’t know his name, and I didn’t care. He was a full-time worker when I needed him, and he sat on my board taking up space when I didn’t. Honestly, I was really hoping he’d bring me something more interesting. I’d always wanted to revamp a theater or an opera house. Something in the entertainment industry that hadn’t sold itself out just yet to the modern era of entertainment.

  I could bring a richness back to the arts that had long been lost. Every time I went to the symphony or the opera they were always trying to raise funds because they couldn't get enough asses in those seats. Sure, there were people who found that kind of thing stuffy. But, choirs and symphonies alike were updating themselves to become more appealing to the masses.

  But those fucking amphitheaters and concert halls. They looked like something out of a dusty 1940s sleazy sex joint.

  I could sink my bored-ass teeth into a project like that.

  I took over the company after my dad passed five years ago. He didn’t have any help from his parents when starting this business, either. But I had a start. I shat on my parent’s views of college and started taking out loans and flipping houses to get money. Then, I started flipping those homes and renting them out. At one point, I had over one-hundred properties in my name and was raking in the money. I invested well and was living just fine until my dad passed, then the responsibility of his business fell to my shoulders.

  Now-- at thirty-seven years of age-- I was the largest and wealthiest real estate mogul in the country. I specialize in all things real estate, but my passion was buying out all these failures other people endure just so I can make them better.

  And it all started because I was crushing down walls and updating homes.

  Honestly? I thought my father’s business would be more exciting when I was a kid. I saw him showing all these awesome properties and making people so happy. I thought he was, like, Superman or some shit. He was giving people their dreams in the form of houses, and I watched him grow from selling cookie-cutter houses in the suburbs to managing some of the most expensive properties New York City had to offer.

  But holy fuck, showing homes was boring. You had to know shit about the house, like the plumbing and property taxes. You had to answer questions like ‘would this room be good for a nursery?’ or ‘when was the last time this bathroom was updated?’

  Bitch, I don’t know. I don’t live there. Do you want it or not?

  That’s why, when I took this company to the soaring heights it flies now, I now hired people to do all that shit. The realtors that worked underneath me didn’t work for a salary, but they were paid some of the highest commissions in the city. I had real estate agents knocking down my fucking door just to put in their application in case someone quit. Not having a salary forced them to sell, and the high commission percentage let them know how much I appreciated their enthusiasm for selling.

  It was a win-win scenario.

  But, even though I got that part of the business off my back, I still had to deal with other types of bullshit. Like stocks and the shareholders and boring ass boardroom meetings. Holy hell, the old men around here loved their board meetings. And those suckers weren’t like, five or ten minutes.

  I fucking sat in a boardroom meeting for four hours last week.

  Four hours!

  Last fucking week!

  But, now that the meeting this afternoon was canceled, I decided to take an early day. I could already feel my stress levels rising just thinking about the board meetings to come. I’d need to approve everything through them to make sure everyone was onboard before I’d be able to do any of the shit I actually liked doing, which was making everything better than it was in the beginning.

  I was a fixer.

  An improver.

  The club downtown, The Rose
Club, boasted of some of the finest women this city had to offer. They were vetted by appearance at the door by the bouncers and there was always someone willing to sit in the billionaires’ lap. They’d do anything to get into the VIP area with me, especially when I was known for wining and dining them in the evenings.

  You know, before fucking them stupid into the mattress and ruining them for any other man in their lives.

  So, in order to blow off some steam, that was exactly where I was headed. I was going to find me a nice piece of ass to come sit on my lap. I was going to feed her wines and decadent fruits she’d suck between her lips before I pulled out my cock and mesmerized her with it. Never had a woman refused the thick dick I had packing underneath my pants, and I could feel it.

  Tonight was my night.

  I was going to find me a little crimson-lipped beauty with long legs for hours and hair that dripped down her back. I was going to wrap my hands within it while I took her from behind, then I’d hold her close to make her feel special before making her breakfast and escorting her out.

  If she was going to be my little slut for the evening, the least I could do was treat her with respect in the morning.

  My cock twitched at the mere idea of it as I climbed into the seat of my car, and I started home so I could go ahead and get ready.

  I had a bed to make just so I could mark it with some lucky woman’s lipstick.

  2

  Ella

  I still couldn’t believe I’d snagged this job. The Rose Club was the classiest lounge in town, and the club’s owner only took on the most talented individuals. I enjoyed it because it was more cabaret than stripper: the nudity was always implied and there weren’t any rooms where men could take us back afterwards and pay us for anything. Many clubs around the city were just like that, but not here.

  Here, I could flourish in my craft without having to worry about being taken advantage of.

  I smoothed my long brown hair back from my face and tied it into a low ponytail before I began applying my makeup. With the harsh lighting a stage afforded, sometimes it was necessary to contour and put a little heavier makeup on. This was my debut number, so all lights would be on me, and that meant I really had to make sure my eyes popped. My eyes were the number one thing men complimented me on. They were these light baby blues that would make any men look ice cold.