Confessions of a Bad Boy CEO

by Cathryn Fox

  “I don’t mind you putting me out,” he says, as he spins me around, and places my hands on the tiled wall. “Keep them there,” he whispers into my ear and a quiver travels through my body, settles into the needy spot between my legs.

  “Are you sure you don’t mind?” I ask. “You seem to go out of your way to isolate yourself.”

  “It’s true, I do. No one has ever stepped foot into this place but me.”

  “Oh, then maybe you should have left me in the car.”

  He grabs the soap and I look over my shoulder at him as he lathers his hands. “Now what kind of man would I be if I did that?”

  “You’re right. You don’t seem like the kind of guy who’d abandon someone in need of help.” I go quiet for a moment, like I’m deep in thought when he rubs those big hands of his over my back. Jesus, I can’t wait to feel them everywhere.

  “I’m not, but did you ever stop to think that I might have had ulterior motives when I found you…” He rinses one hand, and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “…and saw this pretty mouth of yours.”

  He pushes his finger inside and I suck as need zaps my brain cells, shutting down all coherent thought. “What are you talking about?”

  “What’s that old Chinese proverb? I saved your life, now you’re indebted to me.”

  Oh, God, this game is getting hotter by the second. “What…what are you suggesting?”

  “I believe you’re mine now, Holly. I believe you have to obey my every command while you’re under my roof.”

  “Obey your every command?” I ask. “You mean like you’ll want me to cook and clean for you?” I tease, understanding that’s not at all what he means, and damned if I’m not thrilled by that. My pulse flutters, excitement coursing through my veins, everything in me eager be under him—in the shower, in the bedroom, on the damn living room floor. Honestly, I can hardly believe I’m engaging in naughty, sexy banter with this stranger. I should have been doing this for years! “Like be your servant?”

  “Yeah, you could. Or you could spread your legs and serve up your sweet pussy to me,” he says and slides a finger inside me. My entire body clamps around him, and I swear to God, the combination of our game, his dirty words, and his touch is enough to push me over the edge. Any second now I’m going to come all over his finger. His loud growl curls around me when small quakes pull at my core. “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “No,” I manage to get out. “I’m indebted to you.”

  “Yes, you are. You’re mine until the storm passes and the roads are clear, then you’ll be free of your debt.”

  “Until then I’ll do whatever you want in order to pay you back for saving me. Plus, I also remember something about a lifetime of bad luck if the indebted individual doesn’t show gratitude to the person they’re beholden to.”

  The corners of his mouth turn up. “Really. Never heard that, but I like it.” He moves his finger in and out, and when I rear back, his mouth is at my ear again. “Don’t move a muscle,” he commands in a soft voice, and my sex pulses again. I go still, perfectly quiet, not wanting to do or say anything to break this moment.

  He works his finger in and out of me, and while I struggle to remain still, doing nothing as he takes charge comes with its own sort of pleasure.

  “This sweet pussy is mine for as long as you’re here,” he says. I moan, and he stills his finger inside me. “Say it.”

  “It’s yours, for as long as I’m here. You saved my life and now I’m all yours.”

  “Your mouth, I own that too,” he adds and I gulp. “It’s all mine.”

  “Yes, you can do anything you want with my mouth.”

  “You say that now, but I just might ruin it.”

  I gulp with excitement and he pulls his finger from my sex, and turns me to face him. He adjusts the spray so it’s not on me and then presses on my shoulders until I’m on my knees before him. “Open your mouth, let me see your tongue.” I do as he says, and he tears into his wet pants. He produces his cock, and my eyes go wide as I nearly cry out in appreciation.

  He chuckles softly. “Going into shock, Holly.”

  “I…I think I might be,” I say, not a lie. I’ve never seen a man so equipped before. Not that I’ve been with a lot of guys, but holy hell, he has the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. I run my tongue around my lips. Will he even fit? I’m not sure but I do know one thing. He is going to ruin me, and I can’t wait.

  “I take it you like my big cock.”

  “Yeah. I wish I would have driven into your ditch years ago,” I say quietly, and it pulls a chuckle from him. He strokes his fat cock, and pre-cum pools on his slit.

  “Tongue,” he says, and I stick it out. He runs his cock all over my lips, then pushes his crown inside my mouth, giving me a taste of him.

  “Mmm,” I moan as I swallow his tangy pre-cum.

  “The second I saw your pretty mouth, all I could think about was fucking it.” He grips my hair, and jerks his hips forward to feed me his cock. I take as much of him in as I can, and when I choke a little he pulls back. I lean into him, and there is a warning in his voice when he says, “Stay still. Hands on your thighs.”

  I do as he says and he rocks into me, gripping my hair tight as he fucks my mouth. I’ve had oral sex before, but never, ever like this. His command over me, his bossiness, makes this ten times hotter and that much dirtier.

  I lift my eyes, find him watching me with an intensity that’s as exciting as it is frightening, but deep in my gut I know I have nothing to fear from this man. No, we’re just two consenting adults passing time as the storm rages outside.

  “On your feet,” he says, as he pulls his cock from my mouth, and helps me stand. He adjusts the water until I’m under it, and proceeds to wash my quivering body. He runs his hands along my breasts, taking extra care to soap my nipples, then his hand is between my legs again.

  Thank God!

  He washes me, plays with my clit until my legs can barely hold me. “Your mouth isn’t the only thing I’m going to wreck.”

  “No?” I manage to get out.

  “No, I want you on my bed, legs spread wide open for me. I’m going to make a mess of this sweet tight cunt of yours.”

  As soon as the words leave his mouth, he turns off the spray, opens the door and grabs a fluffy towel. He wraps me in it, and scoops me up. My hands curl around his neck to hang on, as he goes silent as he takes me to the loft upstairs. It houses a big king-sized bed, a mahogany dresser, and matching nightstands with lamps. Overheard there is a skylight which showcases a dark sky.

  He sets me on the bed, and walks to the nightstand to flick on the light, like he wants to see all of me, even my curves that have curves.

  “You ever been owned before, Holly?”

  I shake my head and my wet strands fall over my shoulders, stroking my hard nipples. Little quivers travel down my body and my sex grows wetter. “Have you…ever owned anyone?” I find the nerve to ask.

  “Not in the way I’m going to own you,” he says, and stalks toward me.

  4

  Will

  I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman, nor has one ever been so responsive to my touch. The second I put my finger in her, she clenched around me, squeezing so tight I knew in an instant I was going to ruin her with my cock if I wasn’t gentle. Those dirty words were to increase her arousal, but the truth is, I’ll do everything in my power to be careful with her. Underneath the seductive game we’re playing, it’s easy to tell she’s sweet and innocent and this is out of character for her. Nevertheless, she wants this. Her eyes tell it all, and as president and CEO of a major conglomerate, it’s my business to understand the needs of others, even when those needs aren’t vocalized.

  “Take your towel off, show me your body.”

  I stand there naked, tree branches crashing against the side of my log home as she stands and slowly lowers her towel, letting it pool at her feet. But in this moment, nothing matters but this beautiful
woman and the pleasure I plan to give her. My eyes drop, take in her shapely curves, and go lower to her feet. Her toes are painted a pretty shade of pink, and wouldn’t you know it, I just happen to love all things pink. I take my thick dick into my hand and stroke, something I’ve been doing more and more of lately. Over the past few months, I’ve grown bored with the women from my social circle, and found it easier to tug one out at home. But not tonight. No, it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve wanted my dick inside a woman this badly. Actually, I’m not even sure I’ve ever been so eager.

  “Spread your legs, show me your sweet pussy.”

  A warm flush crawls up her cheeks, and dark lashes blink quickly over big blue eyes. When she doesn’t move, I angle my head. “Second thoughts?” I ask. I want her. But I won’t lay a hand on her if she’s suddenly changed her mind.

  “No,” she says, that one word coming out on a breathless whisper.

  “You want this?”

  “Yes, you saved me, and I’ll do anything to thank you.”

  “Anything?” I ask, even though I’d never do a damn thing that made her uncomfortable. I plan to take my time with her, make this good for the both of us. When the storm clears and we leave the shelter of my cabin, never to set eyes on each other again, we’ll both have fond memories to draw on. Nothing more, nothing less. My life is my business, simple as that.

  “Anything,” she whispers. “Not only do I want this, Will,” she says quietly. “I don’t need any more bad luck in my life.”

  That gives me pause, and I take a moment to look her over. I’m not sure why her well-being is suddenly so important to me, and what’s even more confusing is that I suddenly want to hunt down and hurt every person who’s ever done her wrong. I take a deep breath, and fill my lungs to get myself together.

  Lust.

  Yeah, that’s what’s going on with me, screwing with my mind.

  I never felt lust for a woman like this in…ever.

  I step up to her, and drop to my knees. The sweet scent of her hot needy pussy reaches my nose, and I breathe her in. Jesus, I just know she’s going to taste like honey. As I grip her thighs, and spread them even more, her eyes never leave mine.

  “Take me, please…”

  She goes back on her elbows as I place her legs around my neck. I flick my tongue out and my world turns inside out as her flavor dances on my taste buds. I circle her clit, and her moan travels to my balls and grips hard. My sac tightens, and my cock jumps in anticipation of things to come.

  She moves her hips, trying to center my tongue on her clit, but I press down on her belly to hold her still, needing her at my complete mercy, mine to do with as I please. I’m not normally so dominant in the bedroom—I always keep myself in check—but with her, it’s different. She brings something out in me, a protective side that wants her to hand herself over to me so I can properly take care of her. Maybe it’s because we don’t know each other, or maybe it’s something more…

  She stills instantly, and the quiver racing through her body lets me know she likes the take charge part of me. I’ll consider that more later, I’ll consider a lot about her later, when my mouth isn’t buried between her legs, lapping at a sweet pussy that’s so close to release.

  “I…that…so good,” she murmurs, and lifts one arm to run her hand through my mess of hair. Her nails scratch, and she grips my strands and tugs. I slide one thick finger inside her and she whimpers. Her hips move, but she goes still again when I groan in displeasure.

  “Good girl,” I say, from deep between her legs.

  I move my finger inside her and flatten my tongue on her clit, giving long slow licks that amp up her pleasure. Her breathing changes, becomes a little faster, until she’s practically gasping for her next breath. Damn, I love the way she responds. Love that I can do this for her.

  “Yes, please…don’t stop…I’m so close, but I’m not sure…no one’s ever…” her words fall off, but even in my aroused state, I register what she’s saying—she’s never come from oral sex.

  I lift my head, my finger still moving inside her. “You’re going to come all over my face, Holly. I promise you that.”

  She nods eagerly, clearing wanting that too. I chuckle at her eagerness, her blatant honesty. We have no reason not to be honest with each other here in bed, and I like that I can do or say wherever I want. Normally, I’m guarded. My actions are always judged, which is why I’m careful how I perform, and watch what I say in the bedroom as well as the boardroom. But there is no need to hold back with Holly.

  I suck her clit into my mouth and she cries out. Honest to fuck, I’m not sure I’m happy or pissed that no guy has given her proper oral sex. One thing I do know is she’s going to break for me and break so hard she’s going to still feel the effects a week from now. Her cunt is so tight, it’s difficult to squeeze another thick finger inside, but when I do, and circle the hot bundle of nerves that have been coveting my touch, she cries out in bliss, tossing her head from side to side as pleasure grips her, takes full charge of her body.

  “That’s it, Holly. Come all over my mouth. Let me taste you,” I say, and she bursts like a dam, her heat filling my mouth, and spilling down my chin. Holy fuck, I’ve never seen a woman come so hard in my entire life. When was the last time she’d been touched? I work my tongue over her, and continue sliding my fingers in and out, wanting nothing more than to prolong her pleasure, keep her in this euphoric state for hours...days, even. Yeah, maybe I’ll do just that. Keep her in my bed the entire time she’s here.

  “Will,” she croaks out, her throat dry. Her tremors subside, and I climb up her body, press my mouth to hers and rehydrate her with her liquid heat. “Mmm,” she moans and puts her arms around my neck, holding me to her. I flatten myself against her body, and her beautiful breasts press against my chest. I was so anxious to taste her sweetness, I didn’t get to spend any time with her hard nipples. Next time. Yeah, next time I’ll give them the attention they need. Right now, however, I need my dick inside her. I position myself, then come to a resounding halt.

  Shit.

  I don’t have a condom, and never have sex without one. I wrack my brain, and do a mental search of the place. I’ve never brought a woman into my sanctuary before, had no need to keep condoms on hand. But that’s when I remember my gym bag. I have a new box inside. I bought it ages ago, but never dug into it. Like I said, sex had been boring, mundane even, and a quick tug at home was easier.

  “Will?” she asks, her eyes questioning as they search my face.

  “Condom.” I inch away, instantly missing her heat, but I’m in so much of a hurry, I don’t take time to analyze that.

  “Be quick,” she says, her hand on mine, our fingers touching, lingering intimately.

  “Don’t move a muscle,” I warn, and her chest rises and falls quickly.

  I rush downstairs, root through my bag until I find the box of condoms. I take the stairs back up, two at a time, and drop the box onto the nightstand.

  A grin touches the corner of her mouth. “A full box. Were you expecting company this weekend?”

  “No. But damned if I didn’t get lucky.”

  She crooks her finger, her grin playful. “Oh, you’re getting lucky.”

  I rip into the box and pull out a foil package. “Thirty-six times, I hope,” I say and she chuckles.

  “If we have sex thirty-six times, I won’t be able to walk out of here when the storm clears. Not without a wobble anyway.” We both laugh at that, and I tear into the condom and slide it on my erect cock.

  I climb up her body, press my mouth to hers as I grip her thighs and position them around my waist. I roll with her until she’s on top. She sits up straighter, and I take a moment to really look at her, take in the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest is rising and falling erratically. But the most beautiful thing about her is the smile that touches her mouth when she looks at me—sees me for the man I am, not the reserved president of a multi-million-dollar conglomer
ate.

  “You’re beautiful.” I trace her curves and press my fingers into her hips for leverage as I lift her up until she’s on her knees, her hot juices still dripping from her sex. The lights flicker for a moment and then come back on. Good. I want to see her face when I put my cock in her.

  “You certainly didn’t lose out in the looks department, either,” she says and I chuckle at that. I scrub my face, and don’t bother to flatten my mess of hair.

  “You’re not seeing me at my best.”

  Her lips pucker, like she’s surprised by that. “Probably a good thing.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you have any idea how hot you are, Will? You’ve got this whole hunter, gatherer, protector lumberjack thing going?”

  “Lumberjack?”

  She chuckles and waves a dismissive hand. “This book I recently read. Anyway, if you look this good when you’re not at your best, seeing you at your best might be the end of me. You must have women throwing their panties at you.”

  Sure I do, because they want what’s in my pants or in my wallet. But no need to tell her any of that. The less we know about each other, the more open we can be in the bedroom.

  The need to taste her again pulls at me. “Come here,” I say, and slide my hand around her neck to draw her mouth to mine. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, wanting to taste the depths of her. Our tongues touch and I slide mine inside her mouth as my cock jumps, oscillates against her sweet, curvy ass.

  She reaches behind her, takes my cock into her hand, and blatantly weighs it in her palm. “You’re definitely going to wreck me,” she says, but it’s excitement I hear in her voice, not fear.

  “Nah, we’re going to fit just fine. I have a knack for knowing these things.”

  “Is that because you’re one with nature and all,” she teases. “My mountain man.”

  I grin at that, like being called her mountain man, even though I’m not her…anything.

  “Something like that,” I say, and lift her a bit higher to position her over my cock. She draws in a shaky breath. “You want my cock, Holly.”