by Kenzie Haven
Bent Over
By the Biker Billionaire
By: Kenzie Haven
Published by Smutpire Press
Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved
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Bent Over
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I couldn’t believe that my boss had sent me here.
Just because I was the rookie reporter, it didn’t give him free reign to send me to one of the most dangerous places in the city.
Anton Aquis may have been one of the wealthiest people in Seattle, but he was still lethal. Everybody knew about his notorious motorcycle gang and their organized crime ring. His office was the last place I wanted to be on a Friday afternoon.
Security cameras followed my movements as soon as I was on the premise. They blinked at me silently, giving me the urge to flash them the finger. I was in a bad mood, and it was all because of Anton Aquis and this stupid story I had to do on him.
A gorgeous twenty-something blonde greeted me at reception. She showed me through to Mr. Aquis’ office and told me he wouldn’t be too long.
His office wasn’t what I expected. Not that I really knew what to expect. The man was a billionaire but also the head of a biker gang. He was a walking contradiction, and his office reflected that. Wood paneling lined the walls, reminding me of a gentlemen’s club while the desk and couch were gray and sleek. The combination shouldn’t have worked, but it did.
It made me more curious about the man.
I ran through my research notes while I waited. Anton was thirty-one years old and considered the quintessential bachelor. He was always photographed with a different woman on his arm, and he never seemed particularly happy with any of them.
He had a reputation for being a rogue, never sticking to one thing for very long before moving onto another. When people said those things, I never knew if they meant his professional life or his personal. Perhaps it was both.
His businesses were a bit of a mystery. There was no denying that his legitimate businesses did exceedingly well—there was plenty of money in theme bars and real estate—but nobody knew for sure about his illegitimate undertakings. He’d never been arrested, but there were plenty of rumors about him being involved in drugs and brothels.
The door opened and closed with a bang, making me jump in my seat. I stood quickly and whipped around, coming face to face with the man himself. Even though I’d seen pictures of him, I wasn’t expecting him to be this hot.
A five o’clock shadow graced his chiseled jaw. The dark brown hair lining his head was messy and a little too long as it framed his face. Those dangerous blue eyes took in every inch of me. He looked like trouble, the irresistible kind that got women in trouble too.
I extended my hand for him to shake, but he ignored it and strode around to his desk.
“Thank you for seeing me,” I started, trying to sound polite. “I promise not to take up much of your time.”
His eyes traveled over me, his gaze like a razor as it moved down my chest and then back up again. “Tell me why the Seattle Tribune is interested in running an article on me.”
Apparently, we weren’t going to do pleasantries or beat around the bush. “You topped the most influential people in Seattle this year. That makes you newsworthy.”
His dark blue eyes seemed to grow even darker. “And what do you think? Should I be newsworthy?”
“I think you’re intriguing. Nobody knows very much about you.”
He leaned across the desk as if we were about to share a secret. I instinctively matched him, drawn in like a bug to a flame. “What would you like to know about me?”
Heat flushed my cheeks. His question seemed to be so much more personal than it should have. For the first time in a long time, I found myself stumbling over my words. “I—uh…I would like to know how you manage to juggle all the different parts of your life.”
Anton’s eyes drilled into me, so dark and brooding. “I’m very adept at managing things.”
He broke eye contact and sat down behind his desk. I sat too, still a little ruffled. I took a few breaths and remembered the reason why I was there. I didn’t know how long I had with Anton so I needed to get enough information for my story as quickly as possible.
I pulled out my phone and selected the recording app. “Do you mind if I record this interview for my notes?”
“Yes, I do.”
“You don’t want me recording?”
“No.”
Okay, then. I put the phone away and resorted to my old-fashioned pen and paper. “I understand you enjoy motorcycles. What is it that you love about them?”
“A good bike is like a good woman. They both growl when you rev them the right way. Tell me, Miss…?” He paused, his eyes burning into mine.
“Chloe.”
“Tell me, Chloe, have you ever been on the back of a bike?”
“No, I haven’t. They seem a little scary to me.”
He smirked and the curl of his lips told me there were thoughts running through his head that weren’t exactly clean. I crossed my legs tightly, trying to stop my pussy from throbbing in response.
“You haven’t lived until you’ve felt the growl of a bike between your legs,” he said. “I bet you’d love it once you got on.”
I wondered if he was still talking about motorcycles. “Maybe I’ll have to give it a try sometime.” I cleared my throat, trying to remember the story. “Motorcycles and offices don’t really go hand-in-hand. Do you enjoy your desk and chair? The office must be terribly boring after all that excitement.”
“My philosophy has always been to make things fun. I find amusement where I can.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Now it’s my turn to ask some questions. What color are your panties?”
“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” My pussy throbbed again. If it were up to my libido, I would be showing him what color my panties were.
“It’s only fair you answer my question, Chloe. I’ve been very hospitable answering yours. What color are they?”
“Black.”
“Sexy. Classic. Timeless. Lace?”
“No, they are very sensible.”
He leaned in closer again, a sultry smirk on his lips. “Is your cunt getting wet thinking about me taking those panties off?”
I squirmed because I was wet, and I was certain he knew that already too. “I believe it’s my turn to ask the questions.”
He laughed and sat back again. “Go ahead.”
It took some effort to focus. “You have been a large supporter of many local charities. Is this how you give back to the community?”
“I give everything I’ve got,” he replied. “Mind and body. Have you ever been taken over a man’s knee and spanked?”
My cheeks glowed red. “No, I haven’t.”
“But you’d like to.”
“No.”
“Liar.” There was a challenge in that one word. He seemed to be able to see through me, right into my head and to the image of him spanking me.
I cleared my throat. “We should get back to the interview. I’m sure you don’t want all of Seattle to be talking about your preference for spanking.”
“I thought we were talking about your preference for spanking.” That sparkle in his eyes made me want to melt at his feet. My body usually didn’t respond to men like this, but Anton wasn’t like any of the men I
usually met.
When I didn’t answer, he swaggered around the desk to perch on the side of it—right in front of me. He was so close that I could smell his aftershave. I could feel the heat of his body radiating and calling me forward.
“Stand up, Chloe.”
I should have stood up and left. But I followed his command instead. I stood, my body buzzing with the anticipation of what was to come.
“Turn around.”
A shiver ran down my spine as I turned. I was certain he was going to give me a spanking, and my pussy was already tingling.
His warm hands slid around my waist and pulled me against him as he shifted. He had taken my seat and gently pushed me into place until I was bent over his knee. Even as a child, I’d never been spanked. This was going to be my first time, and I got the feeling it was going to be memorable.
He rubbed my ass in circles until I was burning with heat. Without any warning, he slapped me on the right cheek. I jumped with surprise and felt the sharp sting before he soothed me with his warm palms again.
My pussy was dripping with the evidence of my arousal. My panties were getting soaked from just that one slap.
Anton’s fingers slid underneath the hem of my skirt and caressed my inner thighs. He was being bold and presumptuous, and I loved it. There was nothing sexier than a man taking charge. I’d never been treated that way before—especially by someone I just met.
“I do believe you like to be spanked, Chloe,” Anton said in that low growl of his. “Does this cute little cunt like to be fucked, too?”
His fingers reached my apex and brushed against my drenched panties. One finger toyed with the fabric before slipping underneath. I gasped when he slid along my clit, not expecting such a supreme feeling of pleasure.
“Answer me, Chloe. Do you like to be fucked?”
“Yes, I do,” I replied. My head kept telling me to get out of there and that this wasn’t professional. But my head wasn’t controlling my actions; my need was. It had been a long time since I had any kind of sex. My career had been my focus, and I was always so picky about who I went out with. Anton was unleashing over a year of pent up sexual frustration.
His fingers tickled my clit and made me squirm. I was still over his lap, my ass up in the air with my legs spread. I was looking at the floor, but I could imagine the satisfied smirk on Anton’s face.
“My cock is hard just thinking about your tight cunt.” With his free hand, he spanked my ass again. The exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure that he was giving me at the same time was going to tear me apart very quickly. “Do you want my cock to be buried inside you, Chloe?”
“Yes.” I was shocked at how true my response was. If this man could bring me to my knees with just his hands, what could his cock do to me?
I was ready to find out.
He laughed and spanked me again while his fingers plunged into my hole. He fucked me with two fingers, and then three—opening me up slowly so he would fit. I would have bet good money that his cock was huge. I imagined it inside me instead of his fingers.
His thumb rubbed circles on my clit, applying pressure and then releasing it. Heat swirled deep in my belly, ready to explode at any moment. I clenched down, trying to stave off the orgasm for as long as I could. I didn’t want to come yet, the feeling was too good.
Anton spanked my ass again. I was going to have a red mark later, but I didn’t care.
My clit was on fire, pulsing so hard that I was certain he would be able to feel it too. His thumb sped up, rubbing my sensitive nerves into oblivion. My whole body tightened into a coil.
And then it was released.
The orgasm exploded through me like a bomb detonating. I cried out involuntarily, but the pleasure was so intense I had no choice. Anton’s hands stilled as my walls throbbed around his fingers. Everything was on fire from my clit to my skin. The joy seemed to go on forever.
Anton’s fingers slid out of me as he pulled out of my panties. His hands both rested on my ass as he let me fly through all the emotions coursing through my body. I doubted that my heart would ever return to its normal rhythm.
I was breathless and weak as the orgasm made my clit throb in its wake. I sucked oxygen into my lungs and willed my body to settle down. It was embarrassing to be so out of control in front of a stranger. Considering what he just did to me, that shouldn’t have been my concern.
“I really enjoyed doing that,” Anton said.
I remained over his knee for a few more moments before I was certain that I would be able to function again. My pussy was still soaking wet, but the deep needing ache was gone. This powerful man had satisfied me in ways that nobody had ever done before.
He helped me to my feet, and I promptly leaned against the side of his desk. My knees were still a little weak from the intense orgasm.
“Tell me how much you enjoyed that,” Anton demanded. Amusement was still making his eyes sparkle like two blue diamonds.
“I enjoyed it,” I replied, remaining a little breathless. I wasn’t sure how I would walk out of the office with my pussy still swollen.
“That’s all you’ve got to say?” Another challenge. He enjoyed pushing me outside of my comfort zone.
“It was hot, okay? I really enjoyed it.”
His lips quirked into a sly smile. “I’ll accept that.” He stood and closed the gap between us. Leaning over, he whispered in my ear, “Next time it’s going to be my cock fucking you.”
Swaggering back behind his desk, he sat down and shuffled some paperwork like nothing had happened. I felt like I was being dismissed.
I spun around to face him. “How can you be so sure that there will be a next time?”
“You’ll be back.”
Indignity flowed through me. This man may have magic fingers, but he was also arrogant. “No, I won’t be.”
“Yes, you will.”
His gaze flicked to his computer screen before his cell phone rang. He took the call and went to stare out the window as he talked.
I had definitely been dismissed this time.
I picked up my things and left his office, slamming the door behind me. His receptionist gave me a polite smile as I stormed out. I wondered how many other women had stomped out of his office like me. Maybe it was a weekly or daily occurrence.
Anton Aquis was an ass.
When I reached my car, I was still fuming. I considered driving back to the office, but it was almost five o’clock so I decided to go straight home. My boss should never have sent me on that interview. I was sure he only chose me because he knew Anton would be trouble.
Getting home, having a cup of tea, and showering didn’t help calm me down as it usually did. Yes, I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, but it had come at the cost of my dignity. I shouldn’t have let him get under my skin like he did.
The next day, I decided to get my article out of the way. It was Saturday, but I wanted it out of my system so that I could forget all about the billionaire bad boy Anton Aquis. I started a new document and stared at the screen.
A white, blank page stared back at me.
My fingers were poised to type, but I didn’t even know where to start. My boss told me I had to make Mr. Aquis into a real person. I needed the readers to see the man and not his status as one of the richest and most influential men in Seattle. If I failed, he was going to make me write the obituaries for six months—maybe longer.
Nothing came to me. Anton had owned that interview, and he had given me absolutely nothing to write about. I couldn’t very well write about the high quality of his spanking abilities or his dirty talk. That would be a little too revealing for our readers. R-rated content was definitely not accepted for our newspaper.
An hour and multiple re-writes passed before I could accept the reality of the situation. I was going to have to interview him again. There was no way around it. I was trying really hard to build my career as a serious reporter, a
nd I couldn’t make stuff up for this piece.
Thanks to his notorious reputation, I knew exactly where to find Anton. His motorcycle group was well documented and their favorite hangout was in the papers every other week—mostly for nefarious reasons.
Grabbing my handbag and slipping into some jeans and a T-shirt, I stepped out my front door on a mission. I almost stepped on a bunch of flowers sitting on my stoop. A dozen red roses in a glass vase had somehow materialized with a card perched in amongst the beautiful flowers.
Chloe,
