Hard Pressed: A Billionaire in Disguise Romance

by Vivien Vale

  I'm vacillating, yes, on whether I have hurt her too badly, beyond repair. But I also want her to know the truth...that she's been fucking Stanley all along. And if she didn't have feelings for me then, she certainly will now.

  The car drives us through the city and there's passion hanging thickly in the air between us. I know Allie's fulfilled but she has no idea just how immeasurably intense it's about to get for her.

  Within the confines of my penthouse, I'll have full opportunity to dominate her in the way she craves. She'll never admit it, but her secret desire and fetish is to yield to my every want and need. It's the basis of what makes us great.

  Allie understands, in an unspoken way, that I am her liberator if only she'll submit. And I’m about to make her submit like she never has before.

  26

  Allie

  Xavier and I just fucked in a darkened city corner, with onlookers passing by. He shielded me with his trench coat, and somehow, I don't think we were noticed at all. It just looked like we were kissing.

  I've never been so dangerously exposed in public. Xavier took me to a new level of sexual oblivion that was enhanced by the fact that we could so easily be caught. We had to have each other right there, on a side street.

  It couldn't wait and that's what's so thoroughly exciting about being with Xavier. He seems to know all my buttons and he presses them. He knows how to add a layer of adventure to life that lifts me out of my own worries.

  Being safely removed from the public and from prying eyes within the bounds of the town car feels so good. No one can antagonize me in here.

  Today was an intense day for people approaching me about the video. I love that Xavier's nature is to protect me. He seems determined to help me live my life again and maybe to get things back on track.

  He’s gently massaging my thigh as we ride in the back of his car. There's something safe about being held like that. When I'm around him, the world seems right again.

  At the same time pressure's building up within me. The sight of his huge cock is lingering in my mind. I always want more. More of him.

  He puts his arm around me and I feel safeer and more connected than ever. He may be a bad boy, but some part of me is wanting to trust in him and to let go even more.

  When I'm with him there's a feeling of true emotional involvement that's intense, to say the least.

  We hit some traffic and it takes longer to get to his place than normal. But I don't mind because sitting back here with him is time spent together. I don't know why I can't tear myself away from this man, but every part of me wants involvement with him.

  There's a friction between us, a kind of sexual chemistry that lights me up when I'm away from him, but especially when I'm with him.

  It's this feeling that makes me think that we can make it. It makes me feel like Xavier is more than just some guy. Right now, he's my perfect guy. He's taught me about myself sexually in such a way that I never thought was possible. Made me explore new things that I never knew I loved until he showed me.

  Every time I'm with him it's like a new volcanic explosion takes over my body and mind. He's got the endurance of an athlete. And I love that when I'm with him I don't have to be in control. I don't need to worry when I'm with him because he's got it all handled.

  I'm sure he would never intentionally hurt me, at least I think he wouldn't.

  The car pulls up to the building that I'm now so familiar with. It's Xavier's place, his luxe home within the city. We go inside and directly to his private elevator.

  Once inside he starts trying to undress me, wanting more and more. This is life with him. It's an endless sexual ride that always ends in bliss and then more buildup.

  I'm only ever temporarily satiated by him. It always feels good to explode in his arms but then I immediately want more. I've never felt this way with a guy before, so interested.

  In the elevator, he squeezes my hand and says, "So have you ever fucked in an NYC street before?"

  I look up at him slyly. "Of course not."

  He knows it's true. He knows he's the first to do many things with me. And that's how I like it. He's exciting and he makes the world more compelling.

  We arrive at the top floor and he pulls me inside of his sprawling apartment.

  I watch his ass as he goes to the bar and offers me whatever I want.

  "I'll have a Pellegrino, thanks."

  I need the mineral water to replenish my system after the session we just had on the street.

  He brings me the water and I drink it, grateful for the moisture to my dry throat. Sex on the street will do that to a girl.

  I have the as yet unmet desire to get on my knees and to show him exactly what he means to me.

  He's standing there, his rock-hard abs slightly evident through his white suit shirt. I go to my knees and unzip his pants. He breathes deeply and allows it. We both want more. His cock is already hard and waiting for me.

  My body wants to melt and explode at the same time. There's this pressure building inside of me, this push-pull that is only ever sated by the feeling of Xavier's cock deep inside of me.

  I circle his massive shaft with my hand before sucking the tip.

  I moan around his length.

  "Mmm, you taste so good."

  I lick and suck the tip enjoying the marvel of a cock this big. I can hardly fit my hand around the width of it, but I try.

  It's so big that I can only force it down my throat so far. He loves this. He likes to see my eyes water as I try to take in all of him.

  I cup his balls with one hand and quickly circle the lower part of his shaft. I slide my tongue in circles around the rest. I try to tease and taunt him. He knows what I really want is more.

  He takes my head and pushes himself deeper into my throat.

  "Aww, baby, I know that's what you like. I can tell you love to have my cock deep in your throat. I want you to choke on it."

  I breathe around him and try to nod my head yes.

  He knows what I like. He knows I crave him. His domination is turning me into a different person, someone I don't even recognize. But I guess you could say Xavier just has that effect on women.

  I'm ready to come in my panties but I hold back, not daring to defy him. His power over me is unmistakable. My natural reaction is to give in to him, more and more every time.

  I've never met a man that was so in control, so dominant. And I never knew I needed to submit so badly.

  He moves my head in a rhythmic motion so that he gets the most out of this blowjob. Anything he wants he can have.

  My heart is pumping, pounding in my chest. I want to simultaneously swallow his cum and have it spray all over my face, my tits. Which is it gonna be? How is he gonna want it?

  Soon I have my answer. I start to feel more aroused and I cry out around his shaft. He forces it down my throat and holds it there as he pumps hot cum down my throat.

  "Fuck, Allie, you are so fucking hot," he says with a final gasp.

  I smile to myself at the compliment and know I have done my job well. I could taste him like this all day. It's a different kind of connection to be on my knees in front of him, in full submission mode.

  I lick up his essence and all of the leftovers, not wanting to waste a precious drop. He takes my hand and helps me up. I feel dizzy by all the sex play.

  I go over to the couch and sink into a corner, ready for a nap.

  Xavier goes and makes himself a midday drink. Then someone calls and he's on the phone about business. I've no idea what they're talking about and I don't care.

  I just know that I'm here in his place and it feels so right. It feels almost like home and I can't explain why.

  The surroundings are luxurious for sure, but everything also screams of him. And he is what I want. At this point, he's my sole desire and even though my life is imploding in other ways I'm just so happy to be with him.

  I sip my Pellegrino and relax into his oversized sectional. I can see the sun
shining outside and his view covers some of the park and the tops of many city buildings.

  I love that it's the middle of the day and I've had such an exciting adventure already. I’ve almost forgotten the drama of my life. I'm primed and ready to go for another round but who knows if he'll have to work or not.

  Where other people are working their 9-to-5 jobs, I'm up here in a beautiful penthouse with an amazing man who drives me fucking wild.

  My life may be a nightmare in terms of work, but at least I have Xavier, and he makes it all better.

  When you're in the position I am, it's hard not to be grateful. I'm just so happy to have found someone like him. And even though I don't know how long it's gonna last, at least I’ve had a taste of him and I will always know that a love like this can exist.

  27

  Xavier

  Allie's there on the couch looking fucking perfect. I'm on the phone doing some business and I'm trying to be vague in my conversation. I don't want her to find out that I own Hard Pressed. Not yet.

  I have to time this right. It's really awkward actually having to be on this phone call when she's in the room.

  I should probably duck away into another room and do this privately, but I want to keep an eye on Allie. Watching her is the greatest seduction for me. She's a supermodel after all. I could just watch her all day.

  She's sipping her sparkling water and I think it's time she had something a little bit harsher. She's gonna need it as a pick me up for what I'm about to do.

  "Okay, Charlie, that sounds fine. Let's just make that happen," I say to the guy on the phone.

  I walk over to the bar and make a vodka soda with plenty of lime that I bring to Allie. I motion for her to take it and she looks up at me for one second before doing what I say.

  "All right, that sounds great. Just get back to me," I say as I hang up the phone.

  "Sorry, baby, that was business," I say.

  "Don't worry, I'm good. Who wouldn't be good hanging out in this beautiful penthouse?"

  That's good. I'm glad she likes my place. Most women do. But most women don't get to spend very much time up here.

  Allie's different and I don't know why. Maybe because she's a blast from my past or maybe because I'm actually starting to feel something for her.

  It makes my deceitful actions against her feel all the more wrong. But in this moment, I have to focus on what's right, and that's her on my couch under my control.

  She sips her vodka like a good girl and I have my own drink.

  Then I lower my eyes at her as if to tell her it's time.

  Without another word she gets up off the couch and follows me to the bedroom. By now you could label it our sex room.

  So much as happened in here with Allie in such a short time. I've done things with her that I wouldn't bother to do with anybody else. The idea of sending her into explosions of multiple orgasms is what gets me off every single day. I want to push her past her limits and give her pleasure like she’s never known. I want to torment her with deviant bliss.

  In the room, the shades are already drawn and the lighting is low.

  "You know what to do," I say to her.

  She sets her drink on the night table and then she proceeds to undress before getting on the bed, ready for me.

  The idea of having her like this in ultimate servitude to my every desire has my cock getting harder by the second. It's starting to throb and pulsate at the idea of being inside of Allie. Sure, we did it on the street but I need her properly subjected to my authority and that can only happen in the bedroom where I have my sex toys and ultimate privacy.

  I pull out the blindfold and show it to her. Her eyes become wide and I love the look on her face.

  "Put it on," I say.

  She slips the mask over her eyes and I can stare at her beautiful body without her knowing what I'm doing. She's the most stunning model in the world, and she's all mine.

  I don't feel the need to tie her up this time, she's not going anywhere. But I do pull out a pair of nipple clamps from the drawer. She's doubtlessly not so familiar with these.

  I trail the cool metal clamps along the sensitive parts of her skin. skin. I run them over her taut belly and along her breasts. She doesn't know what's about to come.

  I open the clamps and put one on her nipple and she cries out in pain, mixed with pleasure.

  "Baby, trust me, you’re gonna love this," I whisper.

  Then I take the other clamp, open it, and position it around her other nipple. She arches her back, writhing with need. I have her right where I want her.

  The sensation is certainly sending electrical pulses right down to her pussy that I'm about to devour.

  I take off my shirt and bend over the bed. I spread her legs wide so that I can have full access to her at my leisure.

  I slowly trace my tongue over lips of her trembling pussy. She quivers, to my delight. I gently flick and lick her clit in tantalizing circles. And then I torment her with the intimacy of my tongue plunging deep inside of her. I go down on her for a long time, fingering her and sucking away all her juices.

  Going down on a woman gives me the utmost form of pleasure, but of course it's even more heightened with Allie—everything is.

  She's sighing and whining, yielding to my slightest touch. She wants me so bad. Everything about the way her body is quivering tells me so. She loves to be subjected to my ultimate authority. She loves to have me dominate her.

  "Tell me, baby, how much you want this," I say.

  She says nothing and I growl the words once again.

  "Tell me."

  "Yes, please," she says, clutching the sheets. "I want you, Xavier. You know I do."

  Her admittance gives me the greatest of pleasure. Here she is blindfolded, her nipples clamped, me between her legs, and she's begging for it. It's exactly what I want to hear.

  But my possessive nature wants to make sure that she only ever says these words to me. She's mine now. And she needs to understand that.

  I take off my pants and get ready to sink my cock deep inside her. Only she doesn't know it because she doesn't see it. I need to hear how bad she wants it one more time before I give her the full pleasure of having me enter her.

  "I want to know more, Allie. Tell me more," I say.

  She acquiesces easily as her body is aching for it and her mind wants to be sent to paradise, a place that only I can make her go.

  "Yes, Xavier. You're the one. You're all I've ever wanted. Please, please make me come," she begs.

  Perfect.

  I'm not bragging, but I have this effect on women. It's easy to make them tell me what I want to hear. But with Allie, I need to know that she means it. I'm starting to develop real feelings for her and I want to know that I'm not out here on a limb, alone. I want to know that her feelings mirror my own.

  I spread her wide and slowly push my cock inside of her, inch by slow inch. It drives her wild when I go slow and I love it. The more I can draw out her pleasure, the better it will be.

  And the warmth of her wetness causes sensations to arise within me that are like volcanic sparks. The pressure's building up but I learned a long time ago how to ride it out.

  I slide into her and she cries out my name. It's everything I want to hear. The more she tells me that I'm the one she wants the more I feel that what she says is real.

  Our connection is true.

  Now I just have to figure out how to fix the mess I’ve made and make it last.

  28

  Xavier

  I've decided to do whatever I can to right my actions. It might be too late but I'm not gonna go down without a fight.

  Now that I know the truth, I feel horrible about what I did to Allie. I should've known that she was a good person. I should've known that Becky was out to harm us.

  But I guess hindsight is everything. It does no good to kick myself over what I did now but at the same time, I regret having doubted Allie and her love for me.

&n
bsp; I should've listened to my intuition about what I felt. She's always been a good person and that's why I loved her. Then and now.

  I spent all these years with bitter regret just etched in my mind, thinking of ways to destroy her. Now I see all my efforts were for nothing. My malice was directed towards the wrong person.

  And now it might be too late to save Allie's career. What's worse is the fact that it's all my fault and if she ever finds out, I might lose her again, forever this time.

  Even though I spent so many years being a playboy and a womanizer, I guess it's always been Allie in my heart. My hatred was misdirected lust and love for her.

  I hated her because I couldn't have her. I hated her because I loved her so much. And I still do.

  Now the prospect of losing Allie is too much to bear. I have to fix this because if she ever finds out and I have nothing to show for it then it might really be the end. I have a sick feeling in my stomach at the notion of her leaving me.

  So, I'm here at the Hard Pressed offices early to begin my work on fixing her reputation. I start by taking down the video. That in itself will do much good but it won't fix everything because so many people have seen it already.

  Then I call in my public relations team to help me form a strategy. We're sitting around the conference table in my office.

  "So, you see this was all a mistake," I say to the team. "We want to take back our stance on this video and remove it from everyone's minds."

  "Well, that's gonna be hard to do," the team lead, Diana, says. "Virtually everybody's seen it, and even though you took the video down, it's been copied and recopied and it's been spread around the web and on social media. It's hard to stop this kind of a tornado once it starts."

  "Well, isn't that what I hired you for?" I say to her rather angrily.