Hostile Work Environment: A Dirty Billionaire Boss Romance

by Dark Angel

  I feel like I can feel Ethan's anguish. I certainly don’t know anything because I haven’t seen him since my mother steamrolled through the promises Ethan was making to my heart.

  Delia texts me every day and she tries to get me to do anything other than just go to my classes. I’m not up for it. I lean on her a lot, but I just can’t right now. Because I’m embarrassed. I can’t fucking defend the vast emptiness that is what I thought was going to be an actual start to a relationship. Delia is sweet and understanding but she’s no-nonsense. I text her and tell her I need space. That’s the truth. I can’t solve anything right now, and I don’t want to commiserate. I want to wallow in the void I feel with all the hope of my fantasy lover being my real life prince.

  Ethan. So charming, so perfect for me like something out of a great romance. I desperately want my happy ending with him and I want to know the truth.

  Doesn’t Ethan love me? I don’t mean this in a whiny baby bullshit way. The way that man looks at me, how he touches me, how we so deeply understand each other? That feels like love to me. Just because I was a virgin doesn’t mean I can’t know what that is, right?

  What the fuck do I know?

  I have to hide out from everything because I’m not ready to accept that Ethan might not love me.

  I’m not angry that he didn’t fight for me, when I think about it. After my mother confronting him, I understand him not deciding that brawling it out verbally was going to help. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say then either.

  Ethan and I were just beginning, and now our flame flickered out before we really got to burn together.

  Delia texts me again, asking if I’m talking to my parents.

  Yes, I am. I tell her how I understand why my mother did what she did…but I’m not ready to forgive her.

  Delia starts up again about how I need to try to meet someone new.

  I groan out loud. My roommate has her headphones on and isn’t interested in my heartbreak-induced zombification. I text Delia back how I’m not interested in meeting anyone new.

  I wasn’t even interested in meeting anyone before. Ethan was the unicorn; he was that charming prince in a fairy tale that pulls me out of the dregs of my ordinary life and makes it magical. He was the magic slipper. We were a perfect fit.

  But are we still? I don’t know.

  I sent Delia a lighter toned text, telling her that my grades will be stellar because all I do is study.

  I start to type another text to tell another problematic truth that the new English teacher is boring, but my text is interrupted by a call.

  I’m stunned at the sight of his name taking over my phone and the call goes to voicemail before I can answer. I immediately click on the voicemail, my stomach all twisted in knots over how eager and excited I am. This is the first bit of hope that I’ve had in some time. He called me.

  I listen to the message.

  “Meet me at my house this evening, Emmaline.”

  That’s all the message says. I know he knows my class schedule, probably knows that I will scoot my ass over there as soon as possible. That’s what he wants. I can hear it in his voice. There’s the same kind of aching desperation that’s been devouring me without him.

  I’m all funk, and not in the fun dance sense. I have two hours to make myself the kind of woman that’s getting fucked tonight. I’m not about to be Cinderella showing up in the pumpkin. Christine Daae in Phantom of the Opera had the fancy Victorian bustier to keep her tits center stage and make her whole body say eat me. I’ve got the pushup bra and good contouring makeup to make my cheekbones get my face to that perfect look. I’ll wear a cute little sundress. No thong. I want to feel his skin against me. Speaking of skin, I have a shower power hour ahead to shave everything I’ve let get furred over like I’m planning for winter.

  My eyes are puffy and glassy from crying, but I’m fine with that. If I look like a broken little doll, at least my flawless makeup is going to just make that all the better.

  Fuck, the heat of the shower is torturous and I’m thinking about how badly my hands need to be on Ethan.

  Yeah…this is supposed to be about him earning me back. Check, I’ve got that sass, too. But I just love him so goddamn much that I can barely breathe. I get ready as fast as I can and I head over there as soon as I can. Hopefully this modern little fairy tale will have a happy ending. I tried to look the part.

  Ethan certainly does. I can’t breathe when I see him. He looks so incredibly sexy that I just can’t believe it when I see him again. I don’t think Ethan will ever stop having that affect on me. Every line of his body, the firm muscles, are evident. He’s wearing dark wash jeans and no shirt. This is unholy sexy, and I just want to lick every inch of him. He’s at the door, waiting for me. Like, in front of his door when I arrive.

  The gate code almost tripped me up, thinking about it on the way, but it was open. I appreciate the intensity of how urgently, how desperately Ethan needed me. I know that he feels about me the way that I feel about him.

  “Emmaline,” Ethan growls, and he runs up to the car door, opening it and swooping into my car. There’s not enough room for him to be there, but he’s invading my space deliciously. He drops his head to my lap and kisses my exposed thigh.

  I moan, his mouth on me so dangerously good.

  “I’m so sorry for leaving you at the restaurant. For not having contact with you this whole time. It isn’t appropriate, though, for a teacher and a student to be involved. Your mother was right. But so were you. We understand each other. That’s how I know you know that I let Joelle’s tirade get under my skin. I should have stood up for us.”

  “You shouldn’t have ignored me. I’m not a child. What I want—what we want, matters,” I say.

  Ethan's eyes look up at me, pleading for forgiveness.

  Forgiveness I'm desperate to give, but I keep myself from reaching out and touching him. “Did my mother go to the university?” I ask, trembling. Partially, I shake because I’m terrified that he lost his job because of me. And partially because his hot breath is ghosting over my pussy and I’m aching for him.

  “No, I resigned,” Ethan says.

  “But you love teaching!” I exclaim. I can’t believe he did this. Which one of us must be having the worst spiral in the fallout of our almost relationship?

  “I love you more,” Ethan growls, his hand reaching under my dress and cupping my ass. “Dear God, no thong? You’re trying to kill me. If so, I need to die with your pussy cumming on my face. I’m not going to lose you, but I could go that way.”

  “Y-your job,” I whimper. He said those words. Ethan loves me. Ethan doesn’t want to lose me. Ethan is touching my bare ass and I’m so dripping wet for him.

  “I don’t need the money,” Ethan says with a smug laugh.

  I lift my hands from my sides, pressing my palms flat against the planes of Ethan's chest. Feeling his firm pectorals grounds everything in reality. This is really happening. I might cry. “I love you so much, Ethan. I need you more than I need to breathe.”

  “Emmaline, I need you,” Ethan says, growling against my inner thigh.

  “I want to belong to you, Ethan. I need to. You’re where I’m home,” I say. I have to tell him my truth.

  He lifts his head up and reaches into his pocket. “I can’t tell you just how much I needed to hear those words. Because I have something to ask you.” Ethan pulls out a ring box, and then opens it and gets down on one knee before my car. “Will you marry me?” he asks.

  “Yes!” I cry out, my lips trembling. “Yes, I will marry you, Ethan.”

  “Be mine forever,” Ethan says, and he slides the intricate diamond ring onto my finger.

  “Always,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  Ethan stands, pulling me up and carrying me off to his house, closing my car door and carting me off.

  “You’re mine, forever. You won’t escape me,” I say with a laugh, kissing him on the cheek.

  �
��I couldn’t dream of a better fate,” Ethan says, closing his massive door behind us.

  Emmaline

  Once we’re inside the door, we both tear off our clothes, and I literally jump into Ethan’s arms. The time for holding back has long passed. Who am I kidding? There was never a time I was going to hold back from Ethan, and now I’m all his. For real. Forever.

  That’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

  I look at his gorgeous body. Eight-pack abs. Enormous cock. Flawless face. Even the man’s hands are sexy. His whole body is sculpted perfection that rivals Michelangelo’s David.

  “Kiss me,” I say breathlessly. I ache for the feel of his lips on mine, but I also want to play. I run toward the bedroom.

  “You’re going to be punished,” Ethan says, his voice full of dark promise, but I turn and see him smiling.

  I have a feeling this punishment might make me misbehave even more than normal. And to think I used to be such a good girl?

  The veil has been lifted. I know just how fun being a bad girl is.

  When I get to the door of the bedroom, Ethan, who walked the whole time while I ran through the house, grabs me by the back of my neck.

  My nipples are instantly hard. How did he do that, like we’re in some kind of slasher film and me, the naked girl, is about to be the victim? The idea makes me giggle.

  “What are you possibly laughing at?” Ethan says, but there’s an enormous grin spread across his lips. He kisses me quickly before I answer.

  I curl my lips in and then smack them. “I was just thinking how you caught up to me like some kind of serial killer. This is a good way to off me, if you were so inclined,” I say, and it is my turn to smirk.

  No, no, it is always Ethan’s turn to smirk. That smug grin makes my pussy melt against my thighs. Seriously, I could heat his house for winter with he way that he’s looking at me right now. I have to stop thinking things like this, because if I keep giggling, Ethan might ram his cock right up my ass to make sure I’m taking my punishment seriously.

  Okay, so that’s not funny…but you know why it makes me want to laugh, right? I mean, the idea of his cock filling up my ass right now has me so wet I could slip on the puddle my pussy is threatening to make. I inhale, though, because the feel of Ethan’s finger on my throat remind me I am safe. I am owned by Ethan, and he’d never let me fall.

  God, I love that man more than oxygen, more than summer sun, more than the night sky.

  Ethan pulls my head back and kisses me, roughly, biting my lower lip and taking my mouth as his. He growls into my mouth when he releases me from the kiss. “You’re mine. And there’s no escape now, I’ve got you in sights. I want to try something I think you’ll find particularly arousing,” Ethan says.

  “Oh?” I ask, genuinely curious.

  “On the bed,” Ethan commands.

  I instantly obey, laying flat down.

  “Arms and legs out like a starfish,” Ethan says with a wicked grin in his eyes.

  Oh, I like where this is going,

  Ethan stalks toward me like a predator toward his prey, and I want to purr for him. “You’re such a natural submissive,” Ethan says, running his fingers up and down my throat softly. I feel delicate and beautiful beneath his touch.

  I’ve heard that word before, and I never really understood it. I think I could be up to some interesting Google searches in the future. I mean, I know what ‘submissive’ means but in the sexual context…that has me way more interested.

  “And I know you love when I’m possessive. It is my nature to possess you and your nature to belong to me. That’s just part of how we fit together.” Ethan strokes his cock with his other hand, and I reach out to do that for him…that’s what I’m here for. That perfect cock, fucking me, touching me. My mouth is already watering. But Ethan captures my hand before I can touch him. “So now we’re going to try bondage.”

  Oh, I know what that word means. Ethan reaches under the bed and pulls out silk ropes, and he ties my wrist up in one. He grabs the other wrist, doing the same with another rope on the other side. Finally, he captures my ankles in rope and ties me up.

  “Try to get free,” Ethan says with that wicked grin burning up my pussy on sight.

  I try to move and I can’t.

  God, he’s right, this is really fucking hot. I love being at Ethan’s whim for anything he might want to do to me. I want to be his, at his mercy.

  “Now, you can use your safe words if you need to. But, since you’re going to suck my cock first, just shake your head back and forth if you want me to stop at any time,” Ethan says, pressing that kiss to my forehead. I want to reach out and touch him but I’m delighted at the frenzy of lust that builds up in me at being bound like this and sucking his cock.

  “Choke me with it, honey,” I say with a wide grin. I narrow my eyes with how big I’m smiling. “I want you to try and murder me with that big fat cock and get it wet in my throat for when you fuck me.

  “I’m not going to fuck you after you suck my cock,” Ethan says, and it is his turn to laugh. “I will fuck you…after I eat that sweet pussy while you’re pinned like this for me. But I want to taste how wet your pussy gets just from sucking my cock.”

  I’m guessing that’s pretty damn wet. My pussy is aching right now just thinking about it, and I need him. I need him so damn bad that I want to rip my arms out of these restraints and pin him down and suck his cock.

  I mean, I could use my safe word, sure, but this is part of the fun. Going fucking crazy wanting his cock, and then being helpless (well, not totally but you know what I mean) while he fucks my mouth.

  Ethan strokes his cock in front of me, kneeling in front of my face, and I open my mouth. But he’s just out of reach. I whimper, needing him so badly I could explode.

  “I can’t make you wait. Not more than you’re already going to,” Ethan says with gritted teeth. “Plus I fucking need you,” he exhales, and he pipes that thick cock down my throat. I lick my tongue around it and suck, my watering mouth wet enough for me to try and pump my head up and down.

  But Ethan gets his knees on either side of my head, not close enough to be earmuffs because I could still shake my head if I needed to, and he jams his cock into my mouth deep. He strokes slow and deep into my throat and I swallow him up. My pussy is tingling, my clit twitching. The taste of him, the way he’s on top of me like this, it makes me want to scream out against his cock at the sheer pleasure I’m getting from it. I hum and make his cock vibrate while I’m swallowing it, and I see him bite his lip and suck in a breath. That’s what a girl wants to see.

  Amazing how I’m tied up but with his cock deep enough in my throat to make breathing through my nose the only option, but I actually feel like I might be the one in control here. Fuck, it doesn’t matter who’s in control, it only matters that we belong to each other.

  “Fuck,” Ethan groans. “I’m going to cum,” he says, and I swallow hard to drink down every drop of him. Ethan lets me suck some of the cum down and swallow it, coating my throat raw from the slow yet intense way that he fucked my mouth and throat, but he pulls out and unloads enough to coat my throat and my tits with plenty of his cum too.

  And I can’t lick any of it off. I’m plastered with massive amounts of his cum. I feel so utterly defiled, and I fucking love it. “God, I love when you cum all over me, though I’d like to be licking it off,” I tell Ethan.

  He dips down between my thighs and puts his mouth on my clit, licking up and down my clit quickly. “Did you say licking?” Ethan asks, smirking. “I like licking you quite a bit. Do you like it?”

  Ethan is toying with me, stroking his tongue up and down my pussy to appreciate just how wet I am. I’m so wet, and my pussy is shivering, trembling, quivering at his tongue’s every stroke, but there’s nothing I can do, I am even tied so taut that I can’t lift my pussy up for more. His fingers slide throw my slick folds, tantalizing me.

  “Fuck,” I cry out. “Please, please Ethan, you aren
’t going to tease me while I’m all tied up like this, are you?” I’m whimpering and needy, and I’m only half play-acting. I’m despite for his mouth and his fingers to really take charge of my pussy like I know he knows how to do.

  “Well, I did tell you that I was going to punish you,” Ethan says, pressing his fingertips to my pussy opening but not sliding them inside me. I wiggle but I can’t move enough to slide his fingers into me. “Now you can’t get away. Maybe I should treat your pussy like an appetizer all night instead of the delectable entree I know it to be,” Ethan says, laughing.

  Oh god, please don’t do this to me for hours! I want to scream that out but I don’t. Ethan laughing has me distracted. It is so nice to see him so happy that I forget about my pussy’s pain and suffering for a moment and let the deeper well of love course through my veins. “I love you so much, Ethan,” I say.

  And then my pussy throbs.

  “And I love you, and your pussy, too much to really make you wait. But scaring you like that is fun. Your face is adorable when you think I’m going to torture you. I think we have a lot of long nights in our future,” Ethan says. That smug fucking grin greets me.

  “I’d like to sit on that grin. Be a gentleman and rub it all over my pussy for me?” I say, and I can’t help but smiling.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Ethan says, and he presses his tongue into my pussy, then laps up my juices and flicks his tongue lightning fast over my clit so quickly, over and over again. The instant he shoves his fingers inside my pussy, I get so close to cumming. I take a huge deep breath, and his fingers curl up and stroke my G-spot. I’m so tantalizing close to cumming and I groan hard.

  “Your pussy is so beautiful,” Ethan says between his tongue strokes, and then he starts swirling.

  I cum all over his face. He presses himself tight against me. My thighs struggle to close around him but I can’t, but he does a very good job trapping his face on my pussy like I want it. He laps up every drop my pussy has to offer, and my pussy just keeps offering more. I’m shivering, and when he pulls his fingers out of my pussy, I’m so fucking turned on when he shoves them in my open mouth, I forget to breathe and just suck my pussy’s cum off his fingers.