by Abby Angel
I start riding him as fast as I can, his cock sliding in and out of me rhythmically, but his hard member isn’t quite enough for me. I lean back then and, with a moan, take one hand straight to between my thighs. I press two fingers right above my clit and start rubbing it fast, matching the pace with which I’m riding him.
My heart starts racing faster now, and my muscles tense up like a nocked arrow. Gritting my teeth, I feel my inner walls tightening around his cock like a hard vice and my moans turn into a long hiss of pleasure. Electricity shoots up from my pussy to my brain, turning my spine into fire on the way up.
“Ah, God, that was good,” I chuckle, and then roll to the side nonchalantly, his cock sliding out of me with a wet sound. He turns to me with a hungry grin on his lips, one hand trailing down the side of my body, but I just sit up on the bed and stretch my arms.
“Hey, where are you going?” he asks me, his words filled with confusion.
“Me? I’m going to have a shower,” I tell him as I stifle a yawn. “There’s food in the fridge. Feel free to grab something before you leave.” See? I’m not that bad.
“Wait! Are you serious? What about me?” He sits up on the bed, his look of confusion turning into an angry one. He’s not a man accustomed to be denied; I guess I should've expected that.
He hit on me last night, buying me drink after drink while he boasted about his brand new Porsche and his latest bonus as an up-and-coming lawyer. Paul Cooper, he introduced himself, taking the opportunity to mention that the name Cooper would be mounted on a wall next to more prestigious names as soon as he made partner at his law firm. I usually don’t have the time to put up with bullshit like that, but what the hell; I was bored and horny, and any distraction is appreciated whenever I’m like that.
And so I allowed him to drive me back to my apartment, and then I fucked him to the point of exhaustion. And, no, I’m not exaggerating; he passed out by the third time we were going at it, his cock suddenly going limp inside of me. Most men just can’t keep up.
“What about you?” I ask him, and angry lines grow around his eyes. “Do you want me to coddle you and lie about how good you are? Because, sweetie, I’ve had better.” Now, I know you’re thinking that I’m such a hard bitch to talk to him like this, but trust me, you gotta knock men like him off their pedestal from time to time, or else their heads will just inflate and finally explode.
Paul Cooper doesn’t like to be knocked off his pedestal, though.
He jumps up from the bed, reaching for me with one hand and grabbing me by the wrist. “You fuckin’ bitch,” he growls, expecting me to cower like a scared little girl. Instead, I move fast and reach for my purse, strategically placed by the side of the bed. I fish my mace can from the inside and raise it up, pointing it straight at his eyes.
Surprised, he peels his fingers off my wrist and I take the opportunity, using my now free hand to grab his cock. I curl my fingers around it viciously, and he whimpers in pain.
“This is what’s going to happen,” I start, still holding his cock. I push him back, using his cock like the rudder of a ship, and he starts walking backward clumsily, an expression of pain taking over his face. “You’re going to leave my apartment, and you’re never coming back. I’ll tell security to keep an eye on Mr. Paul Cooper, and let me tell you … the security in here is itching for some action. They’ll be far nastier than me.”
He starts to protest, but I cut him short fast.
“Uh-uh. Keep talking and I’ll just break your cock.” I reinforce my words by squeezing hard on his still erect cock, and he whimpers once more. He remains quiet, finally realizing who’s in charge here.
I guide him out of my bedroom and into the living room. I make him walk back until we’re close to the door, and then I lower the mace can and open the door. Finally letting go of his cock, I place my two hands on his chest and push him back as fast as I can; he stumbles as he passes the doorway, falling flat on his ass, and I slam the door on his face.
“Goodbye,” I whisper to myself, feeling more cheery than I expected. One of the few things better than waking up next to a willing man, is putting a willing man back in his place.
“My—my clothes!” I hear his voice from outside my door, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“You can pick them up from the dumpster! Now get out or I’ll call security,” I say, and then walk toward the bedroom. I pick his pants, shirt, and shoes from the floor; carrying them in a bundle, I open my bedroom window and just fling them all outside, the wind making his shirt dance over the street.
I almost feel tempted to wait around and see him completely naked, trying to grab his clothes while surviving public humiliation; but I’m a busy woman and, as such, I just close the window and head into the bathroom.
Forty minutes later, I step out of my apartment building and stroll toward the limo parked out front. My driver is already waiting, his hat tucked under his arm, and he opens the door for me.
“Good morning, Charles,” I greet him as I take my seat in the limo. I open up my cellphone and launch the email app, ready to start another intense day.
Now, you’re probably wondering what kind of woman starts her day by kicking a man out of her apartment after threatening to break his cock, and then has a limo waiting on her. The answer is a simple one: my name is Daphne Kane, and I’m the CEO of Union Airlines. Also, I’m probably the toughest woman in New York. Men start shaking the moment they hear my high heels clicking across the floor.
You’re also probably wondering why I’m in such a good mood, Union Airlines being knee-deep in a public relations nightmare and all. Well, to start with, let me just say that I’m CEO because I know how to solve problems better than anyone; I also love a good challenge. And if there’s a word to categorize this situation (aside from ‘clusterfuck’ that is), it’s ‘challenge’.
Buyers are already circling Union Airlines like vultures, ready to make a feast out of a rotting corpse, and the largest vulture of them all is the government itself. It seems like everyone has set their sights on us, but whoever wants to peck at Union Airlines’s body has to go through me first.
By the time my limo halts in front of the Union Airlines office building I’ve already instructed my secretary to rearrange my schedule so that I can meet with the most important prospective buyers first.
I take the elevator to the upper floors, and head straight toward my private office with a grin plastered on my face. Judging by the meetings I’ll be having this morning, this is going to be an interesting day. First on the list? None other than Ares Strong.
Like I told you, this is going to be an interesting day.
5
Ares
Few things in life are better than a beautiful woman. And if there’s something that I know about Union Airlines, it's that their CEO is fucking hot. Most of the meetings I have are with old farts with too much money for their own good, so this feels good for a change.
Still, don’t think I’ll allow her good looks to blind me. I’m not that fucking stupid, mind you. I’ve set my eyes on Union Airlines after their PR scandal, and I can smell an opportunity—oh, yeah, there’s some good money to be made. And if there’s something I love as much as I do women, it’s money. Yeah, I’m a fucking saint, nice to meet you too.
“Ares Stone,” I introduce myself, leaning over the receptionist’s desk. She’s a young one, probably still fresh out of college, and there’s that look of innocence in her face … the kind of innocence that turns into wickedness behind a closed door. Exactly the kind of innocence I appreciate.
She stares at me for a few seconds, a pale crimson color taking over her face, and only then does she remember that she’s working. “Uh, yes. Mr. Stone. Uhm. Ms. Kane is expecting you,” she points toward an imposing door at the end of the hall and, acknowledging her words with a nod, I turn on my heels and start making my way toward Daphne Kane’s office.
I could’ve asked the receptionist for her number, but I don’
t want to get fucking distracted before a meeting like this. Daphne Kane might be a young beautiful woman, but her reputation precedes her. And if there’s something I’ve learned over the years, it's that you should never underestimate anyone—especially when they wear high heels.
Besides, this is Daphne fucking Kane we’re talking about. It’s not like she’s some mid-level executive pushing papers all day. She’s a fucking killer, the true brains behind the operations of one of the largest companies in the whole world. Hot and smart, now that’s a lethal combination. Although, I gotta admit, as lethal as she might be … that just makes me fucking excited.
I rap my knuckles against the door to her office and, without waiting for an answer, I turn the handle and step inside. Hers is a corner office and, instead of walls, paneled glass windows bridge the gap between the floor and the ceiling, allowing the sun to bathe the entire room. She’s sitting behind a large but sleek desk, her penetrating eyes already appraising me.
Want to hear my first impressions? Yeah, let’s just say that I was wrong when I called her beautiful. No, she’s a fucking goddess. That’s the thing with fucking magazines and photo ops, mostly they turn average girls into top models, but there are a few cases where pictures can’t capture how fucking beautiful a woman is. Daphne is a woman like that; you have to see her to understand.
“Sit down, Mr. Strong,” she invites me, pointing at one of the chairs in front of her desk. Her voice is honeyed and sweet, and I can’t help but start to imagine how she’d sound screaming out my name.
“Thank you for taking the time,” I start, sitting on the chair she pointed me to and locking my eyes on hers. “So, the reason I --”
“Please,” she breathes out, cutting me short and waving her hand at me. “Are you going to insult me by explaining to me the reason why you wanted this meeting? I’m the CEO, it’s my job to know. I knew you’d want this meeting before you even thought of it.”
Oh, she’s fierce. I like that.
“I guess we can cut the bullshit then. I’m here to save your company.”
“Save my company? We’re not a rescue shelter in need of help, Ares,” she says, dropping all formality and using my first name.
“Well, Daphne, I’m not so sure about that. Do you realize the mess you’re in? You might hold off the buyers for a few weeks, but in the end, you’ll have to sell Union Airlines. And if you have to do it, at least sell it to someone who knows what he’s doing.”
“Oh, and I’ll take that you’re that person?” Is she mocking me? Because her tone makes it sound like it.
“I’m always that person. I’m your man, Daphne,” I tell her, and the grin on her face tells me that she has already started to deconstruct my words.
“My man? What makes you think that? I’m a very demanding woman, you know? I’m not someone you can dazzle with your billions. If you think that the wealth of Strong Capital is supposed to impress me, think again.”
“A demanding woman, uh? Well, you’re in luck; I just love demanding women,” I start, and bite my lip just in time to stop what were about to become my next words: I love the way they moan. Still, even though I didn’t say it, the sly grin on her face tells me that she knows exactly what I wanted to say.
Leaning forward, her elbows on top of the desk, she looks straight into my eyes. “I’m not just demanding. I demand the best … the very best, always,” she says, lowering her voice until it becomes just a whisper. I remain in silence for a couple of seconds, her words echoing inside my skull like hammers banging on anvils.
“Lucky day for you. Because I’m the very best,” I whisper right back at her, making a herculean effort to keep my eyes on her face, which is a fucking hard thing to do, her cleavage being inches away from me and all that.
“Is that so? Then what’s your big plan to rescue me, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”
Okay, good. We’re talking about business. Which is good, since I was thinking of rescuing her over dinner and a bottle of red wine. God, what the fuck am I saying? I need to keep it together. This isn’t a fucking blind date.
“There’s no other way but to incur debt, Daphne. We’ll borrow a few billion dollars, expand routes, and invest in a massive PR campaign. We fight fire with fire; your enemies are trying to bury you with their PR arsenal, I say we fight right back. We leverage all the strength of Union Airlines, and we make it even stronger.”
“We? That’s pretty assuming of you. I didn’t notice there was already a we,” she says, once more leaning forward. This time, not expecting her to do it, I let my eyes dart to the patch of smooth skin between her breasts, their round curves looking like the perfect fit for my hands.
“Not yet, but there can be,” I reply, peeling my eyes off her tits and breathing in deeply through my gritted teeth. Oh, yeah, I wouldn’t mind becoming a we with Daphne Kane—a naked we. The kind where you don’t know where one body starts and the other ends.
“If you work hard at it … maybe,” she whispers, running the tip of her tongue between her lips. I imagine how it’d feel to have her crimson lips wrapped around my cock, and that makes my cock twitch and harden up in the space of two fucking heartbeats.
Before I even know what I’m doing, my elbows are propped up on the table and I’m leaning forward just like her, my gaze now a prisoner of her lips. Leaning further in at the same time, our mouths get caught up in a collision trajectory, the air around us crackling with electricity. I start closing my eyes and --
“Ms. Kane?” A voice comes through the intercom; it’s formal tone like a gunshot piercing the moment. “It’s almost time for your 9:15 appointment. He’s already in the building.”
“Good. I’m done in here as well,” she says, grinning and leaning back as she says it. What a fucking nice way to dismiss me, and now that this was just starting to become fun. “Well, Mr. Strong, you’ve made your case,” she continues, smiling as she looks me up and down. “I’ll have to consider all the … implications.”
“Please do,” I respond, getting up to my feet and buttoning my jacket. With one last glance at her breasts, I force myself to turn on my heels and make for the door. “We’ll be in touch.”
“Yes, we will.”
In the back of my head, a wicked little voice is already hammering out a violent truth: more than business, this is a fucking hunt. And, oh, how I love to hunt women like Daphne Kane.
6
Lucas
I arrive at the Union Airlines office at 10 am sharp, taking the elevator straight to the floor where the CEO is. A spindly blonde secretary smiles as she sees me coming, and then she steps apologetically from behind her small reception desk.
“Ms. Kane will see you in a minute. She’s just wrapping up the first meeting of the day,” she tells me in a happy tone, and then waves me to one of the plush chairs lining one of the walls. “If you’d be so kind to wait for a few minutes… Would you care for a coffee, Mr. Blake?”
“No, thanks. I’m fine,” I tell her with a quick nod, and I’m about to sit down on one of the chairs when the door to the CEO’s office swings open. My blood freezes in my veins as I see a tall shadow reaching for me, its owner staring me down with a look of disdain.
“What the hell are you doin’ here, Lucas?” Ares breathes out, walking toward me with one arched eyebrow. “Did they hire you to fire everyone in this building? That’d be a shame…” he trails off, his eyes shamelessly tracing the contour of the secretary’s slender body. She flushes in a heartbeat, her white cheeks suddenly turning a violent red, and sits behind her desk as if she’s trying to hide from Ares’ piercing gaze.
“I can ask the same of you, Ares. What are you doing here? Trying to make a score with Union Airlines? I doubt the banks would loan you enough money to buy them out. There’s only so much debt you can take before you’re hunted down for fraud, you know?”
“Fraud?” he laughs, stuffing both his hands in his pockets and walking past me, his shoulder bumping against my own. “There�
�s only one fraud in this room, and it goes by the name of Lucas Blake.”
My hands ball into fists of their own accord, but I just grit my teeth and let the anger wash over me. Our little stunt on live TV has already cost me more bad press than I care for, and I sure as hell won’t jeopardize a possible deal with Union Airlines just because I want to ram my fist into his face. Although, I’ll admit, I’m kinda tempted by it.
“You won’t get Union Airlines,” I merely say, and Ares just offers me a sly grin that I can only translate as we’ll see about that. Yeah, he’s after the same thing I am—Union Airlines itself. It seems that we’re destined to cross paths.
We look into each other’s eyes for a long moment, but then I look away from him. I sigh as I hear his footsteps echo down the hall, and I try to push him out of my mind. I need to be on top of my game right now. Daphne Kane has built a name for herself in the industry, and I have no idea how she’s taking the latest news concerning her company. If I were in her shoes, I’d be fucking pissed right now.
Without a glance back at Ares, I straighten my tie and head into the CEO’s office, ready to start the negotiations. I close the door behind me and, the moment my eyes meet Daphne’s, I feel like I’ve been hit by lightning.
“Mr. Blake, is that right?” Daphne Kane asks me, sitting behind the huge oak desk that dominates her office; I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out of it. I knew that the CEO of Union Airlines was a hot young woman, but I had no idea how much better she would look once I saw her in the flesh. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman this beautiful.
