Love Unbound

by Cassandra Dee

  “Seriously,” I said, placing my hands on my hips, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re impossible, has anyone ever told you that?”

  “Just a few folks over the years,” quipped the big man, amused again. “Why?”

  But it was impossible to argue with him. Jake was twenty years my senior, a seasoned professional with the instincts of a shark. This encounter was backfiring, and I decided to switch directions.

  “Why are you even getting married?” I asked plaintively, holding out my hands. “You’re clearly not in love with Amanda. You couldn’t possibly be in love, acting the way you do with me.”

  Plus, I’d watched him at the luncheon. Jake hadn’t once held my mother’s hand and had barely spoke to her, even though they were seated right next to one another. Instead, he’d kept up a steady stream of conversation with my aunt and uncle on the other side.

  For a second, I thought he was going to say something real in reply. Those blue eyes darkened, the big man’s lips going tight. But then he relaxed again, all smiles and a carefree manner.

  “Because I can,” he threw out casually, arms crossed over his chest. “You’ll never understand,” he shrugged.

  That was absolutely right. I’d never get what he was doing. Why would you get married to someone you didn’t care about? Wasn’t that backwards, the complete opposite of what a loving union was supposed to be about?

  But then again, maybe I didn’t know. I’ve never been married before. In fact, I’ve never really even had a boyfriend. Sure, there was Teddy in Biology who liked me, but he was a shadow next to Jake. The pudgy boy’s hands twitched when we talked, his eyes blinking furiously behind those coke-bottle glasses. Honestly, I felt sorry for Teddy most times as he stammered my name, sweating like a pig in a microwave.

  But right now, there were bigger fish to fry.

  “Jake,” I pressed again, this time pinning him with a serious eyes. “What’s going on? Why are you going through with this wedding? I don’t get it.”

  The look in the alpha’s eyes grew faraway again, and I thought for sure he’d give me a straight answer this time.

  But instead, the billionaire grinned once more.

  “You shouldn’t worry about what your mother thinks,” he drawled lazily. “Besides, Amanda doesn’t think about you much. Really, honey. Your mom’s not like that, don’t waste a second of your pretty little brain on her.”

  I sighed. Of course my mom wasn’t like that. She was too caught up in the wedding details, the honeymoon, and showing off her hunky new fiancé. Amanda has never been interested in my life. That was nothing new.

  “I know,” I tried again. “But still, why are you doing this to yourself? I’m not asking about my mom. I’m asking about you, Jake. Just you.”

  At that, a thoughtful shadow crossed his handsome face, expression pensive. And this time, he didn’t laugh it off.

  “You know, not a lot of folks ask about me,” he began slowly. “Most times, people want to know what I can do for them. How I can help their careers. How I can hook them up. How I can find a better situation, in any number of ways. You’re the first person who’s asked about me,” he added wryly.

  I was silent for a moment, unsure what to say.

  “But I guess that’s natural,” came my slow words. “I mean, you’re the man. And I don’t mean that in a cute way. You really are the guy in a big office, with a billion people to do your bidding, and a billion dollars at your fingertips. So I guess people come to you for help when they need it.”

  He nodded slowly.

  “Yeah, they come to me, but they never think about me. It’s like I’m an endless resource. The money tree that keeps on giving. The guy who always pays at the restaurant.”

  I stopped for a moment, flummoxed. To be honest, I’ve never thought about what it’d be like from the other side of the table. As an eighteen year-old freshman, I’ve always been the lowest rung on the ladder. Assistant scooper at the local Baskin Robbins? That’s me. Babysitter on-call for last minute Friday night jobs? That’s me. So no, I’d never thought about it from Jake’s point of view. But I was curious because he was an enigma that beckoned and shifted, just out of reach.

  So I took a deep breath, steadying myself.

  “Mr. Mason,” I said slowly and carefully this time. “If you don’t want to answer my questions today, it’s fine. But I think we should talk at some point for real. Because what you’re doing is a big mistake. You shouldn’t be getting married to Amanda, full stop. No matter what else is going on, that I can say for sure.”

  His eyes grew contemplative again, turning from sky blue to a deep, thoughtful azure. But Jake shook his head once more, dismissing whatever doubts had come to mind. Instead, that cocky grin made an appearance.

  “Thanks baby,” he drawled. “Appreciate it. But the only thing you need to think about right now is me. This office. This moment.”

  And just like that, the atmosphere in the room turned on a dime. It went from serious to sizzling in a New York second. My panties almost melted off, electricity racing up my spine.

  And Jake could tell. His lips twisted into a private smile, even as my thighs clenched. That look couldn’t mean anything good.

  “I’ve been thinking about you again,” he rumbled, voice going deep and predatory.

  “What?” I shouldn’t have been shocked, not after the things that already happened between us, but for some reason I was.

  “Yeah.” He pursed his lips and stroked his eyes over me from top to bottom. The knee-length dress, long sleeved and thin enough for the warm fall we were having had seemed perfectly adequate when I left my dorm room. But now, with him looking me over, I felt naked. My thighs clenched again even as my insides went loose.

  No, not again.

  Please god, no.

  But it was happening once more.

  “You have a gorgeous ass,” he rumbled, eyes seductive.

  The big man didn’t move any closer but the air ratcheted up a thousand degrees, making me sweat.

  “I thought about you last night while I was jerking off in my bed,” he continued. “But I’m not sure I remember the exact details.” The alpha tilted his head to one side, blue eyes seductive and hungry at once. “Show me that sweet ass, princess. Remind me what you look like.”

  Hell no! This was exactly what was wrong with us. This was all my plans gone by the wayside.

  “No,” I said shortly, crossing my arms and legs in a protective manner. Wishful thinking, like that would help. “Absolutely not.”

  But my body sang another tune. My legs shook, pussy wet enough for my panties to slide along my swollen clit tantalizingly.

  And Jake wasn’t put off at all.

  “Come on, princess,” he cajoled, eyes gleaming. “Are you gonna make me beg?”

  As if he’d ever begged for anything in his life.

  “No,” I snapped, voice short. But there was lust in my words, a needy edge that couldn’t be disguised.

  Because just like he’d touched himself thinking about me, I’d touched myself thinking about him. Last night, my fingers had gone wild playing with my pussy for hours, remembering how he’d made me feel in that bathroom stall. I’d come a couple times, replaying the scene again and again in my head.

  And Jake could read my mind, that wicked gleam going brighter.

  “Show me, baby,” his deep voice growled persuasively. “Show me what I missed.” The alpha shifted against the desk, and my eyes leapt to the bulge in his lap.

  God, his dick was a fucking monster.

  A cheaper suit would’ve popped its seams from the way that giant ridge twisted down his leg.

  I wanted that cock in me. I couldn’t even deny it.

  What use was there to fight?

  And like in a dream, my hand drifted to the hem of my skirt and slowly lifted. Stop, stop! the voice in my head screamed. Girl, stop this right now! This is exactly what you’re not supposed to do!

  But the grin on
Jake’s face just grew wider.

  “That’s it, baby. Show me your ass,” he rumbled. “Show Daddy everything.”

  But he wasn’t going to completely run this game. I had to take a stand somehow. So with lust buzzing through my brain, I stood in front of him and lifted my skirt, letting him see my pussy instead of my ass. His eyes flared with heat, and it didn’t matter that I had on boring, full-coverage cotton panties. His hungry gaze told me that didn’t matter at all; all that mattered was that he wanted me. And that I wanted him.

  I swallowed hard. “If I show you, what are you going to give me?”

  What the hell kind of game was I playing? I could never go up against the alpha and win, outmatched on every level. But it was too late because there was no taking the words back. I didn’t even want to.

  Jake’s eyes narrowed at me, the hungry predator stalking its prey.

  “You’ll get this dick, that’s what you’ll get,” he growled roughly. “And you’ll be happy to take it.”

  Oh god. Because that was exactly what I wanted. My pussy was so wet. My asshole tightened at the thought of having him again. Yes, I wanted to clench firm and hard around his big fat cock and ride him all the way to Heaven.

  So I sashayed closer, still holding the hem of my dress high so he could see my panties and the print of my shaved pussy through the thin cloth. My legs trembled with each step, stopping only when I was inches from the billionaire, heavy cunt scent rising in the air, drugging us both.

  And without any hesitation, I pulled the crotch of my panties to the side, showing off my pink slit, before turning around to stick my ass out for him, baiting the big man.

  “Then give it to me,” was my throaty purr, eyes sparkling over one shoulder. “Give it to me.”

  And Jake was on it in an instant. His belt buckle jangled as that zipper tore down, the sound of it behind me insanely loud, juicing me up even further.

  And the alpha couldn’t be stopped. He grabbed my hips and dragged me onto his lap, letting me feel the heat of his cock on my butt hole, the wet slide of his dick slit dripping pre-cum. But the big man didn’t push into me. Hungry to swallow, both my holes tightened and released, flexing on their own. I groaned, frustrated.

  “Jake,” I murmured breathily, vibrating like a hummingbird. Oh god, I was gonna burst.

  But the billionaire knows how to control every situation.

  “What do you want, princess?” His voice was thick with lust and I knew he wanted it as bad as me. But he’s an experienced alpha, with tricks up his sleeve.

  “I want your cock,” I moaned, sliding my hips back and forth, trying to catch his cock in either of my holes, practically crying to be fucked. “Please, yes, now.”

  God was this really me? Because it was so wrong on so many levels. He was my future stepdad. I didn’t know anything about him, not really. Plus, our conversation today had fizzled, the big man revealing nothing.

  But my lust for him was insane and unstoppable. I wanted him all the time. I wanted his cock in me any way I could get it, and not even his pending wedding to my mother was a no-no. What had I become?

  A monster?

  A sex slave?

  A horny slut, desperate for him, all the time?

  But it didn’t matter as Jake’s fingers slid through my cunt juices before spreading the nectar to my anus, making me squeal and squirm deliciously. It didn’t matter at all.

  “I love that you shave your pussy,” he rasped, eyes drawn like magnets to my sweet spots. “It looks so damn hot. Makes me see everything you’ve got, everything I can take with my dick.” He rubbed his giant dong through the folds of my twat, teasing my clit with the bubble head. Massaging. Torturing.

  “Jake!” was my mewling cry. I threw my head back, eyes falling closed, all senses attuned to this man. “Fuck me. Now, please!”

  He grunted harshly then, a masculine sound that ratcheted up my pleasure.

  “Sure thing, princess. Your wish is my command.” Then he pushed his dick into my asshole, sliding the whole thing deep in one stroke.

  Oh my god! I couldn’t speak for a moment, every nerve senseless except for the fiery burn in my butt. Oh god, oh god! I’d just been taken, balls to the wall, with barely any prep.

  And the alpha grunted approvingly behind me, buried deep in my bottom.

  “Fuck little girl. You’re such a butt slut, you know that? Daddy didn’t even have to work it in this time, you took it all in one stroke. What a fucking butt slut.”

  The words were filthy, nasty and raw, but they made me juice so good. Because his thick meat was incomparable, stretching me out, making me scream.

  “Unnh, Jake!” came my breathy wail. “Unnnh!”

  The alpha grunted again approvingly.

  “God, you’re the perfect fuck, Lacey,” he growled to himself. “So fucking perfect for me.”

  He said more but I was too busy losing my mind to hear. I drove my ass back in his lap, savoring the deep slide while moaning uncontrollably. And knowing how I liked it, Jake stroked my clit and bounced me on his cock violently. But it wasn’t enough.

  “More,” I squealed again, head dropping between my shoulders. “Give me more!”

  “God damn, Lacey.” I felt him move behind me and heard something fall off of his desk and hit the floor. Papers fluttered around us. Then Jake spun us around so we switched positions. He pushed me flat onto the smooth and cold surface of his now empty desk.

  “I’ll give you more of this dick, baby. More than you can fucking take,” he rasped. Bracing those powerful arms on either side of my hips, Jake started working me hard. He fucked his long and fat dick into my ass so deep I swore I felt it in my throat. My pussy dripped for more, forming a pool of juices on the floor.

  But I too, was a changed woman. Because shy, nervous Lacey is gone when I’m around this man. Instead, a lusty, confident stranger takes over, and I screamed aloud.

  “Fuck my ass, Jake! Fuck me deep! Make me feel how much you want it.”

  The meaty sounds of him going at it hard filled the room, balls slapping my pussy, harsh grunts echoing in the chamber. He roared, fierce and loud, as those hips pistoned like a machine.

  “You want this dick, princess?”

  There was only one answer.

  “Yes, Jake! Yes!”

  I braced my palms against the desk and shoved back into each thrust, loving the unfamiliar burn in my arms, the sweat sliding down my back between us. The hard pounding literally pushed me flat on the desk until my cheek touched the hard surface, giving it all up.

  And lo and behold, but that giant dick enlarged even further within my tiny butthole, growing stiffer and beginning to shake.

  “Fuck, princess! I’m coming. Are you ready for this hot load?”

  Oh yeah, I was ready. More than ready. Absolutely 100% primed. His name escaped my lips as the rhythm grew frenzied.

  “Jake,” was my mewling cry. “Come in my ass. Shoot everything inside me, big boy. Now!”

  And the billionaire obeyed, roaring as he exploded, spurting hot cream in my back hole. The explosive release triggered mine and I shuddered hard, caught in my own ecstasy, anus clenching and spasming as my body dissolved in tremors.

  “Jake!” was my wailing cry. “Jake, Jake!”

  Oh god, it was sensational! I screamed again and again, going hoarse. My boobs quivered, pressed flat against the desk even as my anus milked him violently. I might have passed out. I’m not sure. Anything could have happened in those few moments because when I came to, my vision was blurred, head hazy, bottom deliciously hot.

  Jake had already pulled out and was cleaning himself off with some tissues he’d grabbed. At least he wasn’t using my panties this time. I took a deep breath, trying to get my bearings. Yeah, still here. Butt leaking wetly, spreadeagle on the huge marble desk face down.

  A groan escaped my lips, stars dancing before my eyes. But Jake looked up sharply then.

  “You okay sweetheart?” he said, comin
g over to stand behind me. “You okay?”

  And before I knew it, he’d touched my asshole, lighting tapping the stretched out rim, testing for soreness.

  “Stop!” I gasped, jumping to my feet then. But it was hopeless. The orgasm had left me weak and I wobbled like a baby deer, helpless and disoriented.

  “No worries, sweetheart,” he grunted, lifting me up in his arms. “I’ll take care of you.”

  And with long strides, the CEO carried me to an attached bathroom, lavish with white marble tile and gold fixtures. Holy cow, this was nicer than any bathroom I’d ever seen. It was like being in the White House or Buckingham Palace.

  But Jake didn’t notice the surroundings because placing me on the ground, he grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water before pulling my legs apart.

  “No!” I gasped. “No, stop!”

  But when has the billionaire ever stopped when I asked? Because with gentle, tender strokes, he cleaned between my legs, making sure that I wasn’t too raw or chafed.

  “There,” the alpha rumbled, eyes never leaving my sweet spots. “You’re gonna be fine, pretty girl.”

  And I gave in then. Because I was confused and utterly disoriented. I’d just done what I’d pledged not to. I’d given in, and slept with my future stepdad again, our interaction taboo and off-limits.

  But in a way, it was wildly exciting and even romantic too. Because there was something about this man, a deep, dark secret lying just below the surface. I didn’t know what it was, but there was something there, mysterious and alluring.

  After all, Jake was charming, all of it wrapped up in a devastatingly handsome package, topped off with a healthy dose of charisma and cockiness. And who was I kidding? Resistance was futile. He was everything I ever wanted, even if I wasn’t supposed to want him.

  A surge of emotion welled in my chest then, a lump in my throat. Because there was something tender about this, but I tamped it down. It wasn’t right. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to have any feelings for this man, period. Jake was my mom’s fiancé for crying out loud, and the wedding would be in a few weeks no less. How could I keep going?

  But emotions are funny because they don’t always do what you tell them to. No matter what I wanted, there was something in the air between us, hot and fierce … and it couldn’t be stopped.