“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” My eyes were closed, and I was fisting myself like crazy, on the brink of spurting my cum into my hand.
Then my eyes flashed open as warm hands moved my own and that warm mouth did indeed envelope my cock. It took me just moments before I was shooting down her throat, hard.
She sat back on her heels, fully dressed, while I sat there with my trousers around my ankles looking like a complete pervert. She was sexy as sin and I needed her naked.
“Strip or you’re fired.” I told her. She smiled at me and nodded, letting me know that she wanted to play.
“But I need this job, Mr. King.” She bit her lip. “My husband would be so angry if I didn’t work here.”
“Yes, I would say he would.” I told her. “So you’d better get those clothes off. Down to your underwear, Miss Cross. Now.”
“I like that you called me my maiden name,” she whispered, “because it’s always been my fantasy for you to do this very thing to me, what you’re doing now. Years I’ve imagined you forcing me to strip and then fucking me in your office.”
She stepped back and removed her clothes. Standing in front of me in a black lacy bra and matching panties. My cock had hardened at her words. All those years we’d worked together, and I’d wanted her and she’d also wanted me. Imagined me fucking her across my desk. It was time to make our fantasies a reality. I left my chair, my trousers and briefs shucked off and on the floor and I moved around to the front of my desk, grabbing Alex and bending her over so her arms were resting on the desk. I moved her thighs apart and slid a hand down the front of her panties finding her so soaking wet, her juices had dampened the material beneath. I pushed two fingers inside her and she pushed back against my hand.
“Miss Cross, I’m fucking you with my fingers, you dirty bitch. Who do you belong to now?” I demanded.
She groaned. “I belong to you.”
“That’s right.” I removed my digits for a moment and slapped her ass. “All mine, all of you. Every inch of you is mine. Understand?”
There was somewhere I’d yet to claim and the time for doing so was now. I rubbed her juices into her asshole and pushed a digit of one hand inside while I worked her pussy with the two I’d already had in her.
“Oh, fuck.” She groaned.
Removing all of my fingers I pulled her panties down, pulled off her bra and pushed her further forwards onto the desk so that her breasts pressed against the cold black gloss desk.
“Have your nipples hardened?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to fuck your ass.”
She gasped as I pushed against her ass, stretching the first ring. Slowly I thrust backwards and forwards until I breached her inner muscle and was firmly inside her. I plunged three digits into her pussy, filling her up and as I thrust into her ass, I fucked her with my fingers.
She pushed against me with all she had, fucking me back as hard as I was fucking her.
“Oh my God, Eli. Eli please.” I moved my other hand forward and began flicking her clit. “Jesus, I can’t take it. I can’t. Oh my God, I’m coming, I’m coming.” And she did. She came so hard around my fingers and my own cum filled her ass. The role play long forgotten as the pursuit of pleasure had taken over.
Then the unmistakable sounds of a door opening and footsteps, came through the intercom which we’d left on during our games. We were gonna have to be a lot more careful with that damn thing. A knock came from the door and Aidan’s voice boomed out. “You in there, Eli?”
“Yes, could you give us a moment please to finish up. We’re just near the end of some dictation.”
“You dirty bastard,” Aidan’s gruff voice was followed by a laugh. “Well, I was coming to see how the date went but I’m guessing the answer is extremely well. Just wanted to let you know that Lori and me will be at your New Year’s celebration. That’s if you two manage to make it there. Dictation, right? With focus on the dick I’ll bet. See you later guys. I’ll see myself out.”
With that the footsteps faded away, and the door banged closed.
Alex turned and rested her head on my chest. “Oh my God, I am so embarrassed. How am I going to face him at the party?”
“Alex,” I reminded her. “He owns his own adult movie company and runs a sex club. This is tame to him, like probably his idea of first base.”
She laughed. “Oh, of course. I don’t feel so bad now.” She replied. “And now, Mr. King. We really do have work to do.”
Alex
After our little dalliance in his office I returned to my desk and fired up my laptop. Eli made us both a coffee, and we spent a couple of hours getting caught up on things that had happened while we’d been away. Then I called my mom. Eli was right. I usually went home to California for the holidays. My parents lived in San Diego. But this year I’d told them I’d had chance of a vacation with a friend. They were always so encouraging of everything and told me to enjoy myself. I needed to explain myself.
“Hey, Mom.” I said when I heard her voice come down the line.
“Alexandra! Are you home? How was your vacation?”
“It was fantastic, Mom. Listen, are you seated? I have something to tell you.”
“Okay, sweetheart. You met a guy? I can hear a tone in your voice. You sound kinda loved up.”
“I am, Mom, I am.”
“Oh, honey, that’s fantastic. And when can me and your Pops meet this great guy?”
“I want you to come up on New Year’s Eve, Mom. He has lots of rooms in his house where you can stay, or if you prefer you can stay at my apartment.”
“Well, of course, we’ll stay at yours. Wouldn’t want to be a burden on your new boyfriend. Now what’s his name?”
“It’s Elias, Mom. Elias King.”
There was a pause.
“Elias King. Ah, sweetheart, I’d not realized he had a son, Elias jnr, right?”
“No, Mom. I’m with Elias.”
“But he’s older than your father.” My mom’s voice had gone higher in tone.
“We’re in love, Mom.”
“Well, okay, darling, if he makes you happy. Just let him know that your father will still be checking out he’s decent boyfriend material regardless of his age or bank balance.”
“Well, about that, Mom.”
“Yeah?” Her tone was now no-nonsense. “Now you got that confessional tone to your voice, girl. The one you got when I found out you’d been drinking underage with your cousin.”
“We got married. In Vegas.”
“Run that past me again.”
“We’re married. We got married in Vegas. On the 18 December. Eli’s my husband, so it’s a little late for Dad to give him the ideal boyfriend check.”
There was another pause and then my Mom’s voice came down the line louder and firmer than ever.
“Are you pregnant?”
“No, Mom. We’re just in love.”
“Well, we’ll be coming over soon as we can get a flight. Definitely in time for your party, and you can bet your sweet ass your Daddy will be having a chat with Mr. King and I’ll be having a chat with you, about not inviting your poor Momma to your wedding.”
“We just couldn’t wait.”
“Yeah, what’s done is done, sweetheart, and it was your wedding day after all. Doesn’t mean I can’t make ya feel guilty about it.”
I laughed.
“Are you happy, honey?” She asked me.
“Very.” I told her.
“Then that’s all that counts. I’d wished you’d told me you were dating him before though, so it didn’t come as such a shock.”
I decided not to add that we’d married within a couple of days of getting together as I felt she’d had enough shocks and surprises for one day.
Eli called me in, this time to really get me to do some work. It was strange acting as his assistant, now I was his wife. Familiar and not at the same time. A
nd then he did something that took me aback. He started talking about our wedding reception/come New Year party, but as if I was his assistant arranging it, which I guess I was, and would have arranged, even if I’d not been his wife.
“So, as you know when I’ve had things at the house before, I use the same companies each time as they’re reliable. Give them a call and pay whatever price they ask as they’ll need to bring in extra staff. My cleaning team can be booked to do an extra clean later that evening. And well, anything else you think of.”
At that point I thought he was actually consulting with me as his wife before he added.
“You’ve done this before, you’ll remember what usually happens.”
And what about if I want different caterers? I wanted to scream at him, but I couldn’t. Because the firm he used was indeed the best around so there’d be no point in me arguing.
Seeing as Brianna had already caused an upset today and no doubt would try her best to do more, I carried on ‘assisting’ until around four in the afternoon, and then I told Eli, I was going back to my apartment to pack a few more things.
“I’ll come help you.” He said. “Brianna’s at ours. We can have more privacy at yours.”
“You won’t.” I told him. “You’re not distracting me from my task and you should go spend some time with your daughter, alone. Take her out for a meal or something. I’ll be back later, with a couple of suitcases.”
“Okay, baby. Ring a driver and get him to take you, then pick you back up. He can help with carrying too. Also, whatever else you need, just charge it like you would if you were my assistant.”
“Yeah, I wonder how that’s going to go down with your other staff? One minute I’m liaising with them as an equal, the next I’m Mrs. King. That’s another adjustment we’ll all need to make. They need to know that I’m still me, still the same.
“But you’re not.” He said to me, scratching his stubble. “You can’t discuss our personal details with them and as employees there are professional boundaries you can’t cross. Also, they’re on good salaries but you’re now my wife, a billionaires wife. They aren’t going to be the same with you. You need to prepare for that.”
I nodded. “It’ll be fine.” I said to him though I felt anything other than fine at that moment. I called the driver and traveled through to my apartment, opening the door to my home. Its familiarity enveloped me and I collapsed onto my own couch letting out an exhale.
It was not a good sign.
Chapter 8
Brianna
When my father returned home from work, he was thankfully alone.
“Where’s Stepmonster?” I asked him.
He sighed, and I noticed that he looked weary. Guess trying to keep up with a woman that’s more your daughter’s age than your own would do that to a guy.
“Please try to get along with Alex, Brianna. She means the world to me.”
Those words hit hard, but I pushed them to the back of my mind. It did me no good to think about the low blows my father delivered whenever he saw me. I don’t think he even realized he was doing it. Daughters could be discarded, newly married assistants meant the world. Well fuck you, Daddy.
“So, what brings you here, Brianna? Because although it’s lovely to see you and I’d like to spend time with you, you don’t usually visit without some ulterior motive, so what is it this time?”
Nice, father. The fact was if he was determined to paint me as a selfish bitch, it made me act like one. Why fucking disappoint him? I’d take his money. He was a fucking useless father, I might as well get some advantages out of him.
“My mom and Roger are wanting some alone time. I thought it would be nice to visit my father. Obviously I didn’t know you’d gotten married, and I’d be just as unwelcome here as I’m becoming at Roger’s. It’s no big deal. I’ll hit up some friends and go party. There’s always a hotel.”
My father sighed and looked at me. “You can stay here until you need to be back for the wedding. I’m sure your mother would appreciate your help in getting things arranged.”
I shook my head, “No, she has a planner for all that. All I need to do is be there two days before the wedding now for my final fitting of my bridesmaid’s dress.”
“Well, you have a room here until then.”
A room here. Yes, that summed up how close I was to my father. I had a guest room. A temporary space until it was time to go back to my mother. No permanent bedroom, no second home. Asshole.
“So how long were you hooking up with the assistant before making it official?” I asked him.
“I’m not going to enter into this conversation with you, Brianna. I feel you’re just looking for trouble. Now why don’t you go freshen up and I’ll take you to dinner?”
Wow. He actually wanted to spend some time with me, one on one? It was a freaking miracle.
“Alex is at hers, arranging for some of her belongings to be brought across. She’ll ring me when she’s home and then I’ll come back to help her settle in. If you could stay in your room, then it would be appreciated. It’s going to be strange enough for Alex, being in a new home, without you antagonizing her.”
“Do you know what, Daddy.” I emphasized the word Daddy to demonstrate he didn’t deserve the title. “I think I’ll just head on up to my room, right now and skip the dinner, thanks. You hang around and wait for the little wifey to call. I wouldn’t want being your daughter to get in the way of the newlyweds.”
“Oh grow up, Brianna.” He said. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, we all need to get along while we’re under the same roof.”
I turned so he couldn’t see my face and began the walk to my room.
“Yeah, Dad. Go screw yourself.” I put sass in my step to walk away from him. Rage built inside of me. I needed to get to my room before I picked up and smashed every fucking vase and object within reach.
In the guest room I laid on the bed and looked around. It was well decorated, with an interior designer’s touch, but there was nothing personal here. It wasn’t my room. Dad had moved here after the divorce but I’d never been given a room of my own. When I’d asked him he’d said it would be dumb when I barely spent any time here. I’d wanted to scream at him. The reason I spent no time here was because he was an asshat.
Things had gone wrong as my parents marriage had drawn to a close. All they did was fight. My mom had always to my knowledge, thrown lots of parties and I adored it. She spoiled me, dressed me like a princess and introduced me to princes, movie stars, world famous opera singers. So many different people. Then she’d started being invited to parties and social events outside of Manhattan and left me behind while she traveled, saying she was too busy to watch over me the whole time. I tried to get my father to join in with what made me happy, ‘Daddy take me shopping’, ‘Daddy let’s throw our own party,’ but instead he told me to find things to do. That life wasn’t built around parties, but around hard work. And that’s what he mainly did. He went to work, leaving me at home with the staff he employed. I resented him for it and acted up. It became a mission to make the staff cry, or get them to refuse to look after me, so then my father had to return home. He might have sat with me while still working, berating me for my behavior, but at least I had his attention, his company.
When Mom returned, she’d be full of stories about where she’d been and she’d bring me presents, each more elaborate than the last, and then she’d take me shopping, to spoil me for her having been away.
Until they separated and got divorced, that was my life: shopping and presents with Mom and begrudged time from my father. When they were both home, it was like I was invisible while they fought constantly. I’d hear Mom accuse Dad of being married to work and Dad accuse Mom of being married to social climbing.
Then we were gone. Mom packed our things, and we moved to Bel Air, living with the first of her many suitors. If I wanted my mom’s attention, I asked her to go shopping. Eventually she just gave me my own acc
ount and unlimited funds. I had everything my heart desired and if I felt a gap in my life, a new Chanel purse would fill that void for a while.
Visits with Dad just became about drama and accusations about my mom having spoiled me. That I was a brat. Yes I was. But not only because of Mom. But because of both of them and because why the fuck not? Being a brat was better than being nothing at all.
But now both my parents seemed genuinely happy with their new partners. Now they didn’t seem to need me at all. So it was supposedly time for me to crawl away somewhere and get my own place. But I had a feeling if I did that, they’d forget I existed. Whereas if I rained holy hell down on their lives, I’d be able to stick around.
So they left me with no choice.
Anyway, Brianna the Brat was what they expected.
I would hate to disappoint.
I kept to myself for the next few days. My chance to wreak havoc was best left for their secret wedding reception. Alex kept asking me if I was okay. I resented that bitch, acting like she fucking owned this place. I’d been around far longer than she had. They’d all get what was coming to them. And then sooner, rather than later, me and Mom would be back together and everything would be as it was.
The day of the celebrations arrived. If I got my way, it would certainly be a Happy New year. I stayed out of the way while the downstairs of the house was transformed with balloons and other party paraphernalia. I’d put a long black evening gown on my credit card, despite what my father had said about my spending. It slit down the front to my navel and complimented my high heeled black patent Louboutins. With my hair straightened and flat and a slash of red lipstick, plus winged black eyeliner, I looked sensational if I said so myself. I’d no intention of dumbing myself down so the bride could stand out.
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