Hostile Work Environment: A Dirty Billionaire Boss Romance

by Dark Angel

  Then I feel his cock slide up my pussy and I cry out against his fingers, trying hard to breathe.

  Ethan brings his hands to my breasts, cupping them and then tugging at my nipples. His mouth drops down to close over one nipple, then the other, while he fucks me, and I can’t believe how good it feels to be tied up and beneath him like this. Ethan looks incredible. He feels incredible. I’m absolutely desperate for him to fuck me more, and I’m utterly helpless to do anything about that because I’m all tied up.

  I really fucking like this, though. There’s no one that I trust more and there’s nothing that feels better than being his to fuck. I love how he makes me feel. His massive cock explores the places where only he’s been inside of me, and where only he will be. I want to stay tied here in silk ropes on his massive four post bed until the world ends. I want to be Ethan’s forever. I love him so damn much that when that massive cock is impaling me, I feel like I’m already in heaven, right here on earth.

  “Your pussy feels so damn good squeezing my cock like that. It is like you have a heartbeat down there, princess, the way you clamp, breathe, and strangle the life right out of my dick,” Ethan says, breathing haggard because he’s speeding up how fast he’s fucking me. The wet sound of us fucking feels the air. I’m so damn wet and the more he fucks me, the wetter I get.

  “Oh, he feels plenty alive,” I say to Ethan. “Other cocks can’t be like this, I mean, you were born damn gifted,” I tell him.

  Ethan looks at me and he has a confused, lopsided grin on his face.

  “What?” I ask. Shit, did I say something wrong? I’m new to the boyfriend, fiance, getting fucked while tied to the bed thing.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” Ethan says, reading the worry on my face. “I just thought about how I’d kill a man who fucked you, any man but me, and then all that anger just faded away. You know my temper. That never happens. But I have you. You’re mine, you belong to me, and I’m yours. With nothing to fear, there’s no need to be angry,” Ethan says.

  He’s stroking long and slow into me and I’m moaning. But I’m listening, too. I’m not that new to this whole listening significant other thing. “Nobody’s cock will ever fuck me, much less like you do, Ethan. You’re the first and the last man that stuffs my holes up so fucking much I could pass out from the pleasure,” I tell him, and I swallow.

  Ethan brings his thumb to my clit and swirls a tongue over one of my nipples and then the other. “You do belong to me, forever. I love you so fucking much, Emmaline,” Ethan says and captures my nipple between his teeth. “Now cum for me,” he says, biting down hard enough to make me yelp, wriggle, and have nowhere to go.

  My pussy quakes beneath him and I’m struggling to breathe. When I catch my breath, mewling low in my throat at the deep, intense pleasure shooting through me, the orgasm that overtakes my body making me shake as much as I can in my restraints.

  “I’m not done with your pussy yet, and your pussy’s not done cumming for me,” Ethan says. His mouth closes over my throat and his cock slides completely out of me, and then right back into me.

  He slams back into me, then out completely. Ethan keeps stroking long into me, totally out and then totally in. It is maddening, but the intensity of the sensations in my pussy seems to skyrocket every time he slides back into me. Ethan starts slamming even harder into me each time and I feel my pussy starting to shake again. He stops lifting his whole body and uses just his hips to slide in and out of me, and closes his mouth over mine. The slams of his cock into my pussy knock the air out of me and he kisses me so passionately, I’m starting to get dizzy.

  The orgasm doesn’t build slowly at all like I thought it would. His tongue slides into my mouth and the next orgasm is crack of lightning through my body, erupting from just how sensual his tongue is on me. Even though my hands are tied up, he reaches up and holds my wrists. I grip his hands holding him in this moment. My orgasm climbs even higher feeling Ethan’s hands in mine. His touch, his kiss, his cock, everything makes me want to drown in him. I feel so completely his and I’m aching to be his forever. I could stay tied to this bed forever. Ethan presses the full weight of his body against mine, crushing my breasts against the muscled planes of his chest. His lips kiss down my jawline and I gasp for air at the sheer force of the emotion and lust coursing through me. I can’t move to kiss him again. I can’t do anything but get fucked by him, and I’m desperate for him to keep fucking me. His cock is so deep inside me and I feel how close he is to cumming. I feel the cum between us from earlier slick with our sweat.

  I’m a fucking mess right now and that makes it even hotter. I bet he licked his own cum off my nipples and that is just so raw and sensual that my clit twitches and I’m shivering with lust all over again.

  “You’re a kinky fucker,” I say, the raw exactas of so many orgasms making me giddy.

  “You’re a perfect dirty little princess, getting so nicely defiled for me. Do you like being tied down and fucked in your sweet mouth, in your tight little pussy?” Ethan is always up to more when he asks the question.

  I open my mouth to answer and he closes his lips over mine, crashing his lips against mine with a passionate kiss that unfurls like the lust within me, still uncoiling deep in my belly, relentless as Ethan when he’s fucking me.

  And then I feel his cock pull out.

  Oh god, no, I need him to fuck me! He can’t be pulling out now! What kind of torture is this?

  But remember how Ethan always asks loaded questions?

  Well he was asking about two of my holes, but not the third one.

  His teeth graze my lower lip. “I’m going to fuck your sweet ass now, and take my time, since no one is going to be late for any class today,” Ethan says with a happy laugh.

  An erotic chill shoots through my body, and I push out with Ethan as he fucks his cock deep up my ass. God, the feel of him on me is so tantalizing perfect I can’t breathe. I don’t need to, because Ethan kisses me again and I’m inhaling him, tasting him.

  And he’s fucking my ass fast, hard, and it is the most intense experience I’ve ever had in my life. I can’t believe how it feels like a kaleidoscope of pleasure beneath my skin.

  And

  I

  Can’t

  Move!

  Like, this is so intense that I think I might pass out. If I do, I’ll miss all the fun. I’m moaning loudly. I realize now that loud anal sex is good anal sex. Because when I was trying to be quiet before, I was missing out on what every sound and bit of breathing can do for the sensation. Ethan is gripping my hands hard now, slamming hard into me and using them as leverage. His chest is still pressed against me, and I’m kissing him when I can. He’s mostly devouring my neck, my collarbones, my breasts, and I’m trying to arch my back for all of that. I’m a heat map of lust and I can’t begin to think about anything but how deep and powerful Ethan’s cock is thrusting inside me. I don’t know how to breathe! My pussy is weeping with arousal and I’m so close to cumming that I feel like I’m going to have a hair trigger set me off and I’ll explode. The silk rope might be set on fire from all the heat pouring through my veins.

  “Fuck, I can hear your heartbeat, Emmaline,” Ethan says. There’s a raw tenderness in his voice. “You ready to cum for me again? I’m going to for the gold here, baby, because I’m not done with you yet tonight.”

  Oh god! What on earth could be in store after this?

  “Yes, Ethan, god, I’m so ready to cum, I’m so close,” I whimper.

  “Good, because I’m going to cum in that perfect ass,” Ethan groans. “Now,” he says, and I feel the hot love gun blow inside me, incinerating my insides with his hot load. There’s gotta be a quart, a gallon of cum, loading up my ass and sliding out of me. I feel filthier than I have ever in my life. I’m plastered with sweat and cum and I’ve orgasmed more times than I can count.

  And the utter filthiness of it all makes me cum again.

  “Kiss me baby,” I moan out as I cum.

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p; Ethan’s mouth closes over mine, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth and touches me tenderly, dancing with my tongue and showing me how much he cares, how much loves me. His cock does the same thing, showing me just how much he loves fucking me and loves how much I like being stuffed by him. He jam packs his dick inside me and cums so much that I actually feel even fuller and I feel my temperature rising. My body is shaking intensely. I fucking need him more than anything in the world. This man fucks me like it is our last night on earth.

  I never want to be apart from him again, because that would be the end of my soul, of my happiness.

  “I love you, Emmaline,” Ethan says, burying his face in my neck as his cock empties out more inside me.

  We’re both breathing so heavy it almost feels like the bed is lifting and falling with our inhales and exhales.

  And there’s more?

  Let it be known, for I will shout it from the rooftops, that Ethan is a god of sex. I can’t even imagine what the hell he’s going to do to me tonight that he hasn’t already.

  And then it hits me.

  Okay, haha, not quite. But I know what’s up.

  Ethan’s hands go to the rope on my wrists and he starts to untie my wrists. He rubs them both, working the blood back into them. My nipples get a jolt of lust at the blood rushing to me wrists. Guess I’m a kinky fucker, too? I’m a fan of this.

  He moves to my ankles, and then he rubs them. My pussy jolts then, and my ass remembers.

  Remembers the last spanking that he gave me.

  “Ethan?” I ask.

  He scoops me into his lap and kisses me. “Yes?”

  “Are you going to spank me?” I ask, and I hope my voice totally betrays how turned on by this I am. If that’s not what he’s planning, I’m down for whatever, but I remember how intensely that felt before. My skin was on fire, and the pain and pleasure danced around, tortured by his bites and his touch, by the air, and it was just so incredibly satisfying.

  We don’t have any barriers to break down. It sounds like a release that I need from the tensions of being away from him, though.

  I realize he’s watching the wheels turning my mind. “Ethan?”

  “Yes, I am. Over my knee,” he commands me, and I immediately obey.

  “You’re the most important thing to me in the world. The ropes were punishment, in the nicest way imaginable. This spanking is more like a reward. A bonus package before we cuddle and pass the hell out after that workout,” Ethan says with a contented sigh. I don’t think I’ve ever seem my very intense man so very satisfied, and it pleases me so much I wiggle on his lap.

  He rewards that with a swat, and I let out a little moan without thinking about it. That’s just what his touch does to me.

  “You’re the most important thing in my world. I like the way you punish and reward me. More than anything, I love that you’re happy,” I say.

  Ethan swats my ass several times in quick succession. “How could I ever be anything but happy, when you’re mine? When you’re with me? When I know that you love me and understand me like no one else ever could or will.” His voice cracks a little. I’ve never heard so much emotion in his voice. “If you had said no,” Ethan says, his voice more hushed than I’ve ever heard him. These words are hard for him. It breaks my heart to hear him like this, and I grab one of his hands and squeeze it, and I curl myself against him on his lap. “If you’d said no, I just don’t know what the hell I’d be without you. I’m not a modest man, or a man of modest means, but you can burn me and this whole world to the ground and it is all the same if I don’t have you.”

  Ethan swats my ass several more times, all these spanks on the same spot. And they’re making that good sting. My pussy and ass so thoroughly used today, it makes pleasure zing through me like a nice bubble bath, only a thousand times better.

  “I love you, too, Ethan. But you don’t want to bath before bed?” I ask. I realize he’s told me something incredibly emotional and here I am going, hey, we are super filthy right now. And I realize that I don’t care about being filthy. “Or not. Tomorrow,” I say with a yawn.

  “Yeah, we’ve got all the time in the world to get clean tomorrow. Tonight, let’s savor our dirty selves, together.”

  Ethan rubs my ass and turns me around, pulling me against him for a passionate kiss. He keeps his arms around me and pulls the blanket from under me. Ethan stops kissing me and puts the blanket around me, and then crawls under it with me. Pulling me in his arms, Ethan kisses my neck softly for what seems like an eternity.

  “Have you ever written fiction?” I ask him.

  It comes from nowhere, sure, but it also doesn’t.

  This man is my great love. I have everything I want now, and it makes me think about how the enduring love stories have made such big deal to me my whole life.

  “I haven’t actually. Though I will be writing our vows. Teacher/student is a taboo relationship, but I can’t use ‘She Walks In Beauty’ since our crowd is bound to laugh at us for picking a poem that a brother wrote for his sister. That’s even more forbidden than us,” Ethan says with a laugh.

  “I think I want to try my hand at fiction. Romance novels. You’ve inspired me with our great love,” I tell him. “You see, I always think about you in terms of being this great Romantic hero. Except none of the tragedy, never again I hope. I think I’d like you to have the lowercase romantic hero instead…meaning you’ll survive and we get to live happily ever after,” I say, leaning back to kiss him.

  “I am your great love? Only two English majors would have that full contextual understanding of all the wondrous things you’ve said to me. I can say without a doubt that my soul is made of yours, that you are my enduring great love,” Ethan says.

  The emotion in his voice has my eyes watering. I pull him tight, grind my ass against his cock — oh that man cannot be hard! No, false alarm, his cock is just huge. I mean, we were both yawing.

  “You need to know, though, Ethan, that despite the bad things you think about yourself, they aren’t true. You’re a good man. You’re not a devil, you’re not crazy. I think we’re both melodramatic. But we can be happy, forever, I just know it. Our troubles are fading faster and as long as we have each other, we’re set for life,” I tell Ethan. I mean every word.

  Ethan is quiet at first. “We are most certainly melodramatic. That’s why we study ancient works of a combination of usually just 26 letters. And why we care so much about fictional characters. But I care more about you then anything in my life. Than even myself. And I love me, I do…” Ethan laughs. “But you’re right, I’ve left myself weigh down my own opinion of myself. In loving you, and having your love in return, I know now that I can be happy, I can be good. With you, I’m everything.” Ethan says these words.

  I know we have an age gap romance. I know that we are supposed to be different levels of maturity. That he’ll always be much older than me. And we have a startling co-dependency. But together, we are still perfect. He and I are everything we need to be to each other.

  And like any great romance heroine, I don’t give a fuck about the problems. I don’t give a fuck that we’r not perfect.

  Together, we are perfect. “You’re my world,” I say, pulling Ethan’s hands around to hold me.

  “And you’re mine,” Ethan says, squeezing me so tight for a second, I can’t breathe.

  All this time with Ethan, and I’m tired, spent, satisfied.

  And I’m thinking about great loves. I fall asleep dreaming up characters, and creating conflicts for them that I’ll write in my first romance novel.

  Because do you know how a romance novel ends and the great loves finally get to be together?

  When everything that keeps them apart isn’t strong enough to keep doing so. My brain can dream up new characters, because it doesn’t need to try and solve the problems between Ethan and me anymore.

  We’re living happily ever after.

  Emmaline

  Three Months Later


  My mother is trying, she really is. I see the smile she offers me, and then Ethan, and I’m grateful and smile back. It's been three months since Ethan versus my mother went off on full tilt. Now I live with Ethan, we’ve decided to stay engaged until I’ve graduated, and Ethan and my mother are even forming a tentative revival of their friendship.

  I close my hand over Ethan's on one side of me, and my mother’s on the other. These are two of the most important people in my life and I’m so happy that they can be friends again.

  My father clears his throat, but when I look up, I don’t see the look of disapproval that I might. Instead, he raises a glass.

  “To Emmaline and Ethan,” he says, and I’m shocked.

  “Dad?” I whisper, so shocked at this illicit approval.

  “Emmaline, you’ve always been such a smart, precious girl,” my father says. “You were always complicated, intense, emotional, all of these things in incredible ways. It's part of what drives you and what makes you an amazing woman. There’s nothing you set your sights on that you don’t get,” he continues.

  I think I’m going to cry, and I’m smiling so much. Ethan and my mom are both squeezing my hands back.

  “You know, there’s only been one other person in our lives that was that level of intelligent and ferociously passionate, in a way that even your mother and I couldn’t understand, and that’s Ethan,” my father says, tipping a drink to him.

  I look to Ethan and see the surprise read on his face. It warms me inside and out to feel such love in this room right now, and I can’t recall ever feeling so happy at one of these family dinners that Ethan and I go to every week. We wanted to not be the older man, younger woman couple that was hiding from our families or anyone in the world. We're serious about being together, and I have always been close with my family.