The Boss

by Various

  Peradice decided to ignore his little game and get what she’d really come for. ‘How about a plain old standing O?’ Leaning against his desk, she popped her hips to draw attention to her luscious ass. ‘You want me?’

  He looked, that was for damn sure, and Peradice felt confident he wouldn’t be able to pass up a quickie. But he didn’t move. He looked, but didn’t touch.

  ‘What’s your problem, Marcel?’She crossed her arms in front of her chest, drawing attention to her cleavage. ‘You got the world’s sexiest woman right in front of you and you act like you’re not interested.’

  ‘I’m interested in you,’ he said. ‘But check your attitude at the door.’

  She forced laughter, though the sentiment hit close to home. ‘You sound like my mother.’

  ‘Well, you’re paying for my advice, so you might as well take it.’ He was getting stern now, which always turned her on more than his kindness. And he was a kind man. She knew he really cared.

  ‘Where do you get off thinking you’re better than everybody?’ he asked.

  ‘I don’t think that!’

  ‘Don’t you?’

  Sometimes Marcel brought out Peradice’s inner brat. ‘Maybe I am better than you. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to pass up a sure thing.’

  Marcel stood up behind his desk, mirroring her stance, arms crossed before his chest. His expression was stone. It made her quiver. Was he angry? Had she really pissed him off this time?

  ‘Who’s the boss around here, Peradice?’

  She raised an eyebrow. ‘Tony Danza.’

  ‘Be serious for two seconds.’ He wasn’t moving, not twitching, not scratching, and that made Peradice seriously uneasy. Was this the calm before the storm?

  Something in the strength of his gaze told her to sit, and she followed that silent instruction, feeling vulnerable and fascinated. ‘You’re the boss.’

  ‘Am I?’ Marcel cocked his head, and a look came over him she might have mistaken for pity. ‘Then why don’t you listen? Why don’t you take my advice?’

  Now she felt a little lost. ‘Marcel, baby, I don’t know what I did. What advice?’

  ‘Don’t let it go to your head,’ he clarified. ‘I told you that right from the beginning. God, I want to spank some sense into you.’

  Something perked inside of her and she cried out, ‘OK.’

  For a moment, he said nothing. His gaze darkened, which she’d seen often enough, but something was different today. This wasn’t play. He wasn’t teasing.

  That was OK, because neither was she.

  ‘You’re right,’ Peradice agreed, feeling much more herself than she had in past months. She’d spent too much time posing in designer threads. ‘If I get all caught up in my success, I move away from my roots, and my roots are what got me here. I gotta stay true to them, and to you. I mean, without you I’d be lost. A girl from the projects can’t navigate the music industry on her own, not without getting royally screwed.’

  Finally a smile broke across Marcel’s lips. ‘I thought you liked getting screwed.’

  His voice was gravel, and that deep textured resonance brought a thick pulse between Peradice’s legs. She went to him, clawed at his shirt, tugged at the buttons. ‘Baby, I want you so bad. I dream of you every night. I can’t get you out of my mind.’

  Marcel held up one hand to stop her from talking. God, he was sexy when he took charge.

  ‘Back to basics,’ he commanded. ‘You were young and naïve when you came to me. You’re more sophisticated now, but your popularity’s got you thinking you’re invincible. I need you to put yourself back in my hands. I need you to trust me.’

  ‘I do trust you,’ she said, shocked that he’d think otherwise.

  ‘Will you do what I say?’

  That was difficult. ‘I don’t know, Marcel. I’m not gonna write you a blank cheque. You gotta tell me what you want first.’

  ‘I will tell you,’ he agreed, his expression calm but still brutally firm. ‘And, as I dole out instructions, you’ll acknowledge and obey. Understood?’

  ‘Yes, boss.’ Peradice loved it when he acted this way, domineering and father-knows-best. She had such high regard for him, utter and complete faith in his knowledge and abilities. ‘Whatever you say.’

  ‘Good.’ He actually smiled, but it was the kind that put her even more on edge. She’d rather stick with the glare. It didn’t make her quite so anxious. ‘Now take off your clothes.’

  A giddy thrill ran through her, and she peeled off her cotton T-shirt and tossed it on the floor.

  ‘Pick that up,’ Marcel instructed. ‘Don’t throw clothes all over the place. Fold it and place it on that chair.’

  She did as he asked, even if the request sounded a little dumb. So much for living in the moment, taking the bull by the horns. She slid her jeans down, then folded them with her top. Barefoot, she kicked off her panties, unhooked her bra and placed everything on the chair.

  Then she remembered the door.

  ‘Oh shit,’ she said, racing for it.

  ‘Hold up!’It wasn’t often Marcel used that tone with her, and her pussy clenched in response. ‘Stop right there. Turn around.’

  She did, but explained, ‘I didn’t lock the door.’

  ‘Leave it,’ he instructed, shifting out of his white shirt and hanging it over the back of his chair.

  ‘But what if someone comes in while we’re –’

  ‘Don’t you worry about it.’ Marcel grinned, but it wasn’t his face she was interested in. God, that chest. Peradice always wondered where he found time to hit the gym. Those weren’t the abs of a workaholic.

  ‘Kneel on the rug.’ Marcel was rarely domineering, so Peradice followed his instructions cautiously, but she couldn’t deny her arousal. Her clit ached so badly she started rubbing it against the back of her foot. Ooh, that felt good.

  ‘Why are you hiding behind your desk?’ she asked provocatively. She knew exactly how to turn him on. At least, she thought she did. ‘Why don’t you come over here and shove your cock in my mouth?’

  ‘Why don’t you quiet down and let someone else do the talking for once?’His tone was measured and strong, but the words shocked her.

  Peradice’s spine straightened, and she furrowed her brow deliberately. Her breasts stuck out when she held this position, her nipples so cold from the conditioned air that they strained forwards. ‘Nobody puts me in my place, Marcel. Not even you.’

  ‘Of course not,’ Marcel said, with gravel in his voice. ‘You’re Queen of the World, sexiest woman, superior to all others. Peradice knows best.’

  ‘I never said I was better than anybody,’ she shot back, though maybe she’d implied it.

  ‘Sure you did.’ Marcel picked up her magazine, walked around his desk and sat on her clothes to flip through it. ‘I won’t deny that you’re gorgeous, honey, but once the fame goes to your head you’re a goner. Let’s circumvent that fate.’

  ‘What are you talking about?’ she asked, as he reached for his phone. None of this was making sense.

  ‘Dalena, she’s here,’ Marcel said into the receiver. ‘And she’s naked.’

  Peradice gasped, sprang up from the rug and tried to dig her clothes out from under Marcel. ‘What are you doing? You told your wife about us?’

  Marcel didn’t budge. Her clothes remained buried under his butt. ‘Of course,’ he scoffed. ‘I told you I don’t keep secrets from Dalena.’

  ‘Yeah, but I didn’t believe you.’

  His expression hardened, which was frightening because it had been hard enough to begin with. ‘I also told you to kneel on the rug. Get down.’

  ‘I’m not a dog,’ Peradice shot back, racing behind his desk for the one item of clothing still out in the open. She threw his white shirt over her shoulders just as his office door opened.

  Peradice’s heart plunged into her feet when Dalena walked in wearing a short kimono. Not many women could pull off orange silk, but that colour played off the
tint of Dalena’s kinky hair. This wasn’t the first time they’d met, but everything seemed different now.

  Once Dalena had closed the door, she untied her belt and let her kimono slip from her shoulders. ‘Good to see you, Peradice. Congratulations on your new title.’

  ‘Quit hiding behind that chair,’ Marcel instructed, waving Peradice over.

  ‘Should I hide under your desk instead?’

  ‘I don’t want you hiding anywhere,’ Marcel answered. ‘Come out and kneel on the rug.’

  Peradice’s heart raced, because ‘on the rug’ was exactly where Dalena stood. Naked.

  ‘You said you’d follow my instructions,’ Marcel reminded her. ‘This is only an exercise, Per. Cooperating takes nothing away from you.’

  ‘Yes, love,’ Dalena added. ‘Do as you’re told. Have faith in my husband.’

  Peradice’s mind raced as she looked back and forth between husband and wife. She couldn’t seem to settle on one emotion. She felt sheepish and guilty for sleeping with this woman’s husband, but also jealous of the way Marcel was ogling his wife right in front of her. On top of all that, she was more than a little afraid of what this pair was up to.

  She couldn’t bring herself to look at Dalena, and instead asked Marcel, ‘What’s going on?’

  Without so much as glancing away from his wife, Marcel pointed to the rug. ‘Kneel.’

  ‘But why?’ Peradice whined. ‘Tell me what’s happening.’

  ‘Kneel.’

  And then Dalena said it too. ‘Kneel.’

  Confounded, Peradice stumbled to the rug. Dalena stood with her heels up against the couch, her back to the solarium window. Hopefully the gardener had today off. God only knows what he’d tell the press.

  Peradice sank to her knees, facing Marcel, but he instructed her to turn around. When she did, her face was pretty much right up against his wife’s pussy. Peradice had to lean back to keep her lips from touching Dalena’s trim pubic hair, but there was nothing she could do to prevent the aroma of hot cunt from infiltrating her nostrils. As much as she resisted, her pussy pulsed conspiratorially.

  ‘Do you know how many people exist on this planet?’ Marcel asked. ‘Peradice?’

  ‘Oh.’ Did she? The information was probably in there somewhere, but right now she was too taken with the coconut scent of his wife’s skin to think. ‘No, I don’t.’

  ‘Seven billion,’ Dalena answered. ‘A little more than half the world’s population is female.’

  ‘Wow,’ Peradice said, feeling her hot breath recoil off Dalena’s skin. She closed her eyes, and her heart thudded so loudly she was certain they could both hear it.

  ‘Over three and a half billion women in the world,’ Marcel went on. She could hear him rising from that chair where she’d folded all her clothes. Ominously, he walked towards her. She could feel him looming behind her back. ‘Do you really think you’re the sexiest? In the whole world?’

  How could she answer a question like that? It made her feel argumentative that he would even ask. ‘I never said I was the world’s sexiest woman, it was Spotlite magazine that said so.’

  ‘Look at my wife,’ Marcel instructed. ‘Tilt your head and get a good look.’

  Peradice felt strange ogling Marcel’s wife, but she did as requested and followed the sweet curve of Dalena’s thighs up past her ample hips and milky-brown belly. Bashfully, she met the woman’s dark eyes, and when Dalena offered a dimpled smile she was in heaven.

  ‘What about my wife?’ Marcel probed. ‘Don’t you think she’s sexy?’

  ‘Yes.’ The word was like chocolate on Peradice’s tongue. ‘Very sexy.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Dalena said, blushing a tad. ‘I’m glad you think so, because I want you to lick my pussy.’

  Peradice was never shocked when guys came on to her, but this was new. There was a pervasive anti-gay sentiment in her community, and that was probably the biggest reason she’d never acted on her throbbing impulses. In truth, Peradice was just as attracted to women as she was to men.

  ‘But first I want you to button up that shirt,’ Marcel said.

  She started to shrug it off, then processed his words and glanced back at him, puzzled. ‘Button it up?’

  ‘Yes,’ he said firmly.

  His shirt was miles too big for her, and it seemed odd that he wanted her body covered rather than exposed, but she did as he asked. When she’d done it up almost right to the top, Marcel grabbed the too-long shirtsleeves and pulled them around her body so her arms criss-crossed her breasts. Pulling tight, he tied the sleeves behind her back and she was stuck like that, nearly immobile.

  ‘It’s time.’ His hand was heavy on her head, tilting it back. ‘Lick my wife’s pussy.’

  Peradice chuckled nervously. ‘I don’t really know how.’

  ‘Lick it like a cat with cream,’ Dalena said encouragingly. ‘Be gentle at first.’

  Marcel stood directly behind Peradice, lifting her towards Dalena’s pussy, his crotch blazing. She felt a little claustrophobic, sandwiched between them like this. When she leaned back, her shoulders met Marcel’s thighs. There was no escape.

  ‘Lick it,’ Marcel encouraged.

  Dalena spread her pussy lips with her fingers, revealing the glistening pink inside. ‘Lick it, my beauty.’

  ‘OK,’ Peradice agreed.

  She felt like she was in a dream the moment her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Dalena’s clit was close, housed by pink folds of flesh, and Peradice couldn’t resist. Inching forwards, she followed the luscious aroma of hot pussy until the tip of her tongue was nudging Dalena’s clit, up and down, barely budging.

  ‘Oh yes,’ Dalena cried, arching forwards and spreading her legs. Peradice had hardly done anything, and already the woman was halfway to ecstasy. ‘Use your whole tongue.’

  Peradice followed the instruction, flattening her tongue against Dalena’s hot pussy and lapping those gorgeous wet lips. There was something oddly familiar about the taste of this woman’s cunt: tangy, musty, rich. It planted its aroma at the roof of Peradice’s mouth and clung to her throat when she swallowed.

  ‘Stick to my clit, sexy.’ Dalena held the sides of her head now, keeping her in the optimal position. Marcel’s wife sure knew what she liked, and she wasn’t afraid of crying out when Peradice licked that perfect place. ‘Oh yes, you got it, right there.’

  Peradice couldn’t move. All she was capable of in that moment was licking Dalena’s clit relentlessly, so hard and fast her jaw started to hurt. She couldn’t keep up with the amount of juice Dalena’s pussy was spilling across her lips, and it soaked her chinand dripped down her exposed cleavage. Closing her eyes, Peradice pictured Dalena’s nectar soaking into Marcel’s white shirt, and the image made her feel both aroused and unsettled.

  This woman knew Peradice was sleeping with her husband, and what? Didn’t care? If it were Peradice, she’d be slapping her man’s mistress upside the head, not feeding the girl pussy. She didn’t understand Dalena, but she had to admit she was grateful … and so turned on that juice drenched her thighs.

  Marcel grabbed Peradice’s shoulders and pulled her against him. The man’s cock was so hard beneath his trousers that his erection pummelled her neck as Dalena closed the gap. The world seemed a little darker between two bodies, and it was getting hard to breathe. The tangy scent of pussy was everywhere, all over her face, filling her nostrils, making her dizzy as Dalena rubbed that sweet clit against her tongue.

  ‘Oh yes, you sexy little bitch.’ Writhing roughly, wildly, Dalena scoured herself against Peradice’s face. ‘Lick my pussy. Lick it hard, harder!’

  Dalena’s body seemed to be everywhere at once, suffocating Peradice with every shimmy and thrust. She struggled impotently, forwards against Dalena and then back against Marcel, but she wasn’t going anywhere in her makeshift straightjacket. All she could hope to do was eat her way out, and she worked at Dalena’s clit so voraciously the woman shouted accolades. ‘Oh yes, baby. Lick it! Fuck, y
ou’re gonna make me come. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!’

  Peradice ate harder, despite the soreness in her jaw, despite her lack of breath. She licked and lapped as Dalena hovered on the edge of orgasm, then finally sent the woman over by drawing that fat clit between her lips and sucking it like a cock.

  ‘Oh fuck!’ Dalena screamed, crashing her pussy into Peradice’s face, plunging into her orgasm like an ocean diver. ‘You get me off so goooooood!’

  Dalena fucked her face until Peradice lost her tenuous hold on that engorged clit. It popped out from between her lips, but Dalena didn’t stop there. Peradice opened her mouth and the woman went on grinding against her tongue.

  Just when Peradice thought this moment of supreme ecstasy would never end, Dalena released a tortured shriek and fell back on the couch. ‘Oh, God, I can’t stand another second of it. You’ve licked me raw, little girl.’

  Peradice didn’t appreciate being called a little girl, but she was too stunned and dizzied to object. She stared straight ahead, into Dalena’s hot cunt, its lips spread like glistening red flower petals. There was some satisfaction in knowing her tongue had created that arousal.

  ‘I think I’ve waited long enough,’ Marcel chimed in, jerking Peradice to her feet. ‘My turn now.’

  Her heart jumped when she heard him unzip his fly, and she wanted to look at Dalena, judge his wife’s reaction, but she felt too weirdly ashamed to even glance in the woman’s direction.

  ‘Spread your legs,’ Marcel instructed, and she did, but it wasn’t easy to move with her hands tied up. ‘A little wider.’

  When she’d positioned herself well enough to suit his needs, Marcel took firm hold of her shoulders and bent her over so fast all the blood rushed to her brain. She was swimming, not knowing where she’d stop until her cheek landed against Dalena’s warm breast.

  ‘Lick them while he fucks you,’ the beautiful wife instructed.

  Peradice tried to lift her head, but it was impossible without leverage. ‘I can’t.’

  Marcel tossed her shirttails up over her bare ass and smacked it. Hard. ‘You do as my wife commands,’ he said before bringing his sizzling cockhead to her slit. ‘Or you don’t get fucked.’