Bad Boy Mystery Boxed Set (6 in 1): Dark and Crazy Mystery and Billionaire Stories (BBW Cozy Mystery Bad Boy Billionaire Romantic Suspense Series)

by Oscar Watson

  “Now you can't go anywhere, can you?” the Alpha was pounding him like he was a nail. His dick was so tight that Matt felt like he was going to burst. When his hips moved just right, the Alpha was burning through him and touching the right spot. “You're gonna have to stay here while I pound that fucking ass of yours, aren't you?”

  Matt was lost in the sensation. The smacking sound of John's balls slamming against his butt and the smell of sweat and exposed flesh was enough to make him lose composure. The Alpha's moans were getting louder as he gave Matt the good spanking he deserved. He was starting to pant and they were both locked in a passionate embrace, burning in the fires of ecstasy. They were screaming and gasping. Matt could feel a stream push itself out of his balls and farther up his cock.

  Their bodies exploded in one perfect second, and the warm flow of cum was pushing through Matt's body as a fountain shot out of his dick. His shuddered cries were coupled with his convulsions.

  The Alpha held him in place while his knot deflated. If Matt had moved, he would've been seriously injured. He was forced to remember who had the power. The man could do anything to him, and he wouldn't have been able to stop him.

  “See. That's what you're fucking good for. You gotta learn your place. Turn around!” Matt did as he was told. “You can't fucking hack it in an Alpha's world. You're meat.”

  The Alpha sat up and wiped off his cock with a tissue from the box on the desk. Something told Matt that they were there for that purpose.

  He got up and turned around to look at the naked beast. “Do I get the fucking job or not?”

  “I'll call you.” Matt stormed out of the office. He wasn't sure if he'd been used or if he felt good. Either way that was some hot fucking sex. He wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

  Chapter Two: Vid Dog

  Victor Black didn't have much time for anything. He didn't care for the boys below and he didn't really feel like dealing with his executive duties. Those could all be delegated to other people. He had better things to worry about, like getting his cock wet.

  Victor had heard that a hot blond Omega had applied for the job as paralegal on the third floor, and he knew what John was like. He decided to check out the video in the interview room. He rewinded it to just before the interview and waited. Sure enough, John only gave him a few seconds to talk before he whipped his cock out. That dog was always fucking something.

  When the Omega turned around, Victor zoomed in. He had the perfect baby face and a nice smile. His eyes were just soft enough to turn him on, but there was something about the way he moved. It was deliberate and almost confident. Something must've been wrong with the video.

  Just last week, Victor hired a receptionist named Jake. He was a brunette with a nice tight butt that stuck out just right. He said all the right things in the interview so they had a couple sessions, but as soon as he turned the other way, the boy was screaming at him and acting all weird. He knew that Jake was starting to get attached.

  He pressed the intercom button on his desk and the boy answered immediately. “Yes, sir.”

  “Jake could you come in here a moment.”

  “Yes, sir.” Victor could hear the eagerness in the boy's voice. This would never do. Jake was in the room before Victor even knew it.

  “You wanted something, sir.” The Omega was starting to pull down his pants.

  “Jake, that won't be necessary. I've got some business to take care of. I'd like you to go ahead and pack up your things and I'll have security escort you out.” The Omega was furious. He ran over to the other side of the desk and raised his hand to slap Victor who said, “Get the fuck out.” his voice was calm but it was clear that it spelled danger. Jake ran out of the room crying and slammed the door.

  Chapter Three: Hot Suit

  Next to Black and Bryan, the Goldman Brothers looked like convicts. They owned a square brick building on the south side where they mostly worked on criminal cases. The word was that they didn't get much business because nobody in that area could afford lawyers. The only people that could were no good, and they were their loyal clientèle.

  As far as Matt was concerned, it was the best place to go. If anyone was going to hire him it was these guys. They were the type that could grease the right gears and help get people off, and they charged a low price.

  They didn't have high standards like the bigger firms, so they might take a chance on a little guy. They were advertising everywhere they could get an ad in, so he knew they wanted somebody bad. That meant quick work if he answered his questions right.

  The office was tiny and the desk was nothing more than an old piss yellow counter top. It smelled like rancid tobacco and cheap air freshener, and when the Alpha at the desk saw him, he got the usual bitter stare you get in any business on that side of town.

  “Can I help you?”

  “Yes. I have an appointment with Larry at 3.” The Alpha pressed a button on his phone and said, “Sit down. I think you're early. He's got somebody else coming in at 3.”

  “No. That's me. I'm here for the interview.” They locked eyes and the Alpha sighed.

  “Alright. I'll tell him you're the guy.” That meant it might not work out, but by the way things looked, they needed somebody. They had a stack of papers a mile high on the desk back there and the receptionist looked like he'd been working 48 hour shifts for a year.

  Larry stormed out of his office. He sniffed and wiped something that looked like chalk off the side of his nose. His face was red and his eyes were glazed over. “Alright. Let's go.” He turned back around and Matt followed.

  He led Matt to a tiny office no bigger than a closet, smaller than the one at the other law firm. He sat down behind his desk and waited for Matt to sit down too. Something told him that it wouldn't take very long.

  “I got a perfect score on my certification.”

  “Is that what I asked?”

  “It's relevant and you need somebody.”

  Larry leaned forward on his desk and looked put his head in his hands. He was desperate. “I do. I'm not gonna lie.”

  “If I'm a good worker, and a great paralegal, what does my gender matter?”

  “How do I know you're not just saying all the right shit, huh? I've seen people do this before and it never works. It's not your performance either. In this place, you're gonna get fucked silly and it's gonna cause trouble. I mean,” the lawyer laughed. “You do know where you are, right?”

  “I can handle myself.”

  “Hah! We'll call you.”

  Matt didn't think he was ever going to have any luck finding a position. He thought of just going back to his old job at the customer service center. At least there they wouldn't laugh at him, but he knew that if he did that he would just get comfortable and never get anywhere. Matt needed to have a way to get in the door, but he didn't think it was possible.

  He made his way to his tiny apartment and laid down on his sofa bed. His stomach was growling, but all he had was instant noodles. He turned on the TV, but he couldn't find anything to watch. He had to do something about this.

  Chapter Four: Alarm

  The incessant ringing just wouldn't stop. He put the pillow over his head, but it just kept going. He tried to wait it out, but it was clear that whatever was happening wasn't going to go away. Matt sat bolt upright and grabbed his phone. He didn't recognize the number.

  “Hello?” His voice was hoarse.

  “Yes, this is Frank Matthews calling from Black and Bryan. I'm looking for Matt Hansen.”

  “This is he.” Matt was alert and he was trying to make it sound like he hadn't just woken up. If he could pull that off, he might leave a good impression.

  “Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I thought you were an Omega.” The man laughed. “We'd like to offer you the position of administrative assistant to Mr. Victor Black.”

  “Wh-what I-I mean OK.” Matt was beaming. Victor Black was one of the richest men in the city and he was also the head of the law firm.

 
; “We'd like you to come in and fill out some paperwork. Can you come in at 3?”

  “I'll be there.”

  “Great, thank you.”

  Matt jumped out of bed. Black was not only the head of the law firm, he was also one of the sexiest Alpha's alive. He had perfectly chiseled features and the body of a god. His black stubble and spiked hair were hot enough to melt steel. Matt was getting hard just thinking about him. He looked down and rubbed his pup tent. He wanted to get fucked so bad, but when he looked at the time, he could see that it was already one. He had to get ready immediately if he wanted to get there on time.

  Matt chose his pinstripe suit with a baby blue dress shirt. He didn't wear a tie, but he did spend fifteen minutes in the mirror making sure his hair was perfect. By the time he was ready to walk out the door, he felt like he was on a catwalk.

  He dodged cars like they were bullets and barely got to the building fifteen minutes early. When the guard saw him, he looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “What are you doing here looking like that?”

  “Fuck you! I got the job!” Matt ran into the lift and looked at the buttons. He had to get to the top floor. It must've been the gold button. When he pressed it, the elevator sped up and he was thrust into a white room with an empty receptionist's desk and a minimalistic Asian design.

  An African American man came out of the office to greet him. He must've been at least 6 feet tall because he towered over everything. “Come with me, Mr. Hansen.” He opened a door to the side and led Matt into a sparsely furnished office where they sat and filled out tax forms.

  When they were done, Matt was ushered into the other room and almost ran into Victor Black. He was even more formidable in person than on the cover of a magazine. He had an air of authority to him.

  “So you're the one.” Black looked irritated. “Go ahead and take your place at the desk. You'll receive your first check at the end of the week.”

  “I start today?”

  “Yes. As you can see, I need somebody now.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

  “Uh, OK.” The other man left as soon as Matt had taken his position behind the desk. There was nothing there but a phone. He wondered why he didn't even have a computer. Victor went back to his office and Matt sat down at his desk. As soon as he did, the phone rang.

  “Victor Black's office,” Matt's voice was perfectly professional.

  “Could you come in my office real quick? I have something I want to show you.” Victor was up to something. Matt wasn't sure he liked it.

  He hung up the phone with a sour face and walked into Victor's office. He was sitting behind his desk with a huge grin on his face. “Come in, sit down.”

  Matt did as he was told. “Why didn't you just call me in here before you went in?”

  “Oh, sorry. I had to get things ready.” Victor was definitely up to something.

  “Get what ready?”

  Victor stood up and Matt saw his cock wagging up and down. He went to the front of the desk and leaned on it. He grabbed Matt's chin and said, “Now let's get one thing straight right now. You are here to do exactly what I say, when I say it.” He grabbed the base of his shaft. “You're not gonna get this unless you do.”

  Matt was drooling. It was huge. The tip itself was nearly as big as the palm of his hand. He wanted to know what it would be like to fit the whole thing in his mouth. He probably couldn't take it all, but he'd have to try just to be sure. He tried to reach for it, but Victor foresaw his response and slapped his hand away.

  “What did I say, huh? Have you been listening to me?”

  “I'm sorry.” Victor swung his hips and lashed Matt in the face with his dick.

  “You will refer to me as sir at all times. Do you understand me?” his stern face was dead serious and Matt could tell.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good boy. Now go get my coffee.”

  Matt quickly ran out of the office and behind the desk where there was a little break room with a fridge and a coffee pot. He made a quick pot and tried not to touch himself. He couldn't help it. He ran his fingers along his shaft. That mean face was burned into the back of his brain. He wanted that man's cock so fucking bad. His hole was puckered up the whole time.

  He realized, as he brought the cup to Victor's office, that he forgot to ask how the man wanted his coffee. He ran into the office and almost spilled coffee on the desk. Victor leaned over and looked at the cup. He gave Matt a sour look then he picked up the cup and smelled it.

  “Come here, boy.” Matt did as commanded. “Look at this.” Matt looked down at the cup. “This is shit.” He poured the coffee on the ground and gestured for Matt to clean it up. Matt went back to the door to go to the kitchen to get something when Victor stopped him. “Use your shirt.”

  Matt stripped off his shirt and looked down at Victor who was facing the stain with his legs parted and his cock standing straight up. “Yes, sir.”

  “Look at the floor, boy, not my cock.” It was so hard to focus on scrubbing the floor with Victor swinging his cock up and down. Matt wanted it so bad.

  “You're never gonna get this shit scrubbing like that. Scrub harder.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good boy.” He moaned as his hand slipped up his cock and Matt started to shiver. It took all of his self-discipline not to look up, but he managed. He closed his eyes when he was done so he wouldn't look at Victor rubbing it furiously. His deep moans were reverberating throughout the room though, and Matt could feel the pang of his blue balls starting to creep up. “Get out.”

  Matt was starting to feel resentful and Victor could see it. He'd let him rest for the rest of the day. He wanted that boy, but he couldn't just give it to him right away. He had to make sure it was done right, and he wasn't going to give it to Matt unless he was desperate.

  Matt was resentful. He didn't want to be played like this, but he wanted it so bad. He was about to walk out, but he couldn't he needed to be with Victor. Just his presence was enough to make him want to scream. If he missed out on the chance to worship that cock, he'd never be able to live with himself. He'd always think about what it would've been like.

  He knew Black would give it up. It was the wait that was really bothering him. He wasn't sure what to do. He could test the man, but he wasn't sure what his limits were. If he went too far, he'd never get it. He'd have to be obedient and do what Victor said. That was Victor's game. He loved to control people. That was his allure and that's what Matt hated about him. It was a strange dichotomy that drove him even more insane.

  Chapter Five: Clarity

  At the end of the day, it doesn't take much to break somebody. Matt was ready to storm in and pull down his pants, but he knew it wouldn't work. Victor was more likely to file a sexual harassment suit than he was to fuck him right away.

  Matt didn't when his shift was over. He wanted to find a way to make it happen, but it wasn't going to work. Instead, he ran down to his car where he could at least rub his cock to get some relief.

  When he got home, he pulled out his cock right away and slammed down on the sofa bed. He didn't even need porn. Just the thought of Victor's thick dick was enough to get his going. He ran his fingers along the shaft and his body responded like it was lava. He was writhing, and he hadn't even moved his hand up his shaft. Matt decided to prolong things. He knew he'd cum right away otherwise, so he ran his fingers along his hole and started a blaze that he couldn't put out. His hand slipped along his cock, fueled by his fingers rubbing in and out of his tight butt. He needed that man on top of him. He wanted to see what it would be like to have his warm lips rubbing against his. He didn't think he could wait any longer.

  It didn't matter that Matt was spewing cum everywhere. He didn't find any satisfaction. He needed Victor inside of him, and he wasn't sure he'd ever get it. If things continued the way they were going, he'd lose it before he even got to taste his dick.

  The next morning when he woke up, he
was as hard as a rock and he couldn't do anything about it. His hands were on it before he was even aware of what he was doing, but it was too hard and he just couldn't seem to find the right amount of stimulation. When he stood up, he looked down and saw that his sheets were covered in his fluid. His dreams were filled with visions of Victor. He was tossing and turning, thinking about that cock. He must've been so wet that it covered the whole bed. This couldn't go on. He was beginning to realize that the situation could be dangerous. Pleasure and business don't mix well.

  If he wasn't careful, he might do something dumb and mess up his position with the company. He was already going insane. If he lost it, or he fell out of favor, he could lose his job and find himself in a lot of trouble. He had to think of a way to either get cock or get out. Even if he did get it, he might not be able to contain himself. Victor was a dog. He'd bring in other Omegas and he wasn't sure he could handle that. Things were getting far too intense.

  He was racking his brain trying to find a way to fix his problem while he was on his way to work, but as he made his way up to the top floor, he realized that Victor held all the cards. No matter what, he was gonna have to sit it out and work the man so he got what he wanted and didn't cause any trouble. He wasn't sure if he could do it or not, but it was the only chance he had if he wanted to keep his job.

  As soon as he sat down at this desk, the phone started ringing. He answered it and Victor was on the line. “Could you come in here for a second? I need your help with something.”

  Matt stopped dead. This wasn't going to end. Victor was going to push his buttons, to watch him squirm, until he broke down completely. He'd be begging for it by the end of the day.

  He could walk back into that room and deal with the whole thing all over again or he could walk out the door and try it out somewhere else. He could make it. He could get out of this and still follow his dreams. He knew it would work, but he walked into the office anyways.

  Victor looked like a god with his shirt off and a mischievous look on his face. He stood up and walked over to Matt. His warm breath was an assault to Matt's composure. He was going to fall over and worship every inch of the man. To his surprise, Victor got closer. His lips were so big. The idea of kissing them, it was too much to hope for. He wouldn't do it, but when they grazed his for just a second, Matt could feel his hole squirting out sweet ambrosia. Matt didn't know whether or not it was anger or desire that drove him, but he had never wanted anything more.