The Boss's Daughter

by Jasmine Haynes

  Everything with Ward was good. Every episode between them was better than the last, better than her imagination. Folding the napkin over the key revealed a written number on the underside. She slipped it inside her evening bag.

  He smiled, then swallowed a long slug of his expensive-looking lager. “That’s the lesson here,” he said. “Trying things someone else’s way can introduce you to delights you’ve never known.”

  Ah, the sales pitch. She already knew she’d sign on the dotted line for him. But it would be fun to hear exactly what he was selling. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder in a go-ahead-I’m-listening gesture.

  “I’m in love with you, but if I don’t set up some ground rules ahead of time, you’ll ride roughshod right over me.”

  Thank God she’d already put the champagne back on the table or she’d have spluttered it all over him. Love? That’s what they were talking about?

  He held up a finger. “First rule, don’t open your mouth until I’m done talking.”

  The nerve of the man. Cassandra, who never let a man shut her up, closed her mouth. She liked his nerve. She wanted to hear his rules. And her pulse was racing with that word echoing in her ears. Love. It didn’t frighten her the way it should have.

  “Second rule, I won’t sleep with another woman. Ever. Only you.”

  She had to take another sip of champagne to wet her throat.

  “Number three,” he enumerated. “I will choose all your men for you.”

  She felt lightheaded. She wasn’t sure whether it was the cocktail or Ward. Or the word love. Or that rule. He loved her. He’d never sleep with another woman. But he’d choose men for her?

  “Rule four,” he went on. By now she wasn’t capable of interrupting even if she wanted to. “I reserve the right to kick the man out no matter what stage of sex you’re at.”

  He wanted to keep on playing her game, but with his spin on it.

  Then he gave up listing the rule numbers. “You won’t fuck any man without me unless I want you to. You won’t fuck anyone without telling me. You’ll always let me watch.” His eyes were deep and dark in the bar’s lighting. “You’ll always need me to watch.” They were finally at the point he’d wanted to make.

  She rested the tips of her fingers on the back of his hand. “I always want you to watch me. It isn’t any good anymore if you aren’t there. I need you there.” She let her gaze follow the perfect lines of his face, then back to his eyes. “I need you.”

  He let out a breath as if he’d actually been holding it the entire time he spoke. He swallowed. “I will say when and how and with whom.” Then he waited.

  “Yes,” she said quickly. Every time would be a surprise. She imagined receiving a text in the middle of a busy day, her heart racing, her panties suddenly damp, her breath quickening. She’d go wherever he told her to, do whatever he wanted. Because he always made it better than anything she could have planned for herself. Because it was so incredibly sexy to have him direct. Because there was a delicious freedom in letting him choose for her.

  “Then we have a deal?” His voice held just the slightest rise at the end. He wanted her seal of approval.

  She had a controlling nature and should have been utterly horrified at each and every one of his rules. But she adored this take-charge side of his personality. She didn’t know about love. She didn’t know how to tell the difference between love and lust. But she’d never felt like this. Giddy. Excited. Even her toes tingled. He was giving her everything she could want. No other woman, lots of other men. Surprise. And him. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted it.

  “We have a deal,” she said.

  He didn’t ask if she loved him. Or maybe he thought that agreeing to the deal meant she did.

  “Here’s what I want you to do.”

  Her skin felt flushed, her body on fire. “Yes?” She sounded so eager.

  “That guy over there.” He tipped his chin slightly toward a man seated at the bar.

  “Yeah.” Oh, she was breathless with anticipation, not because of the man’s good looks or the tailored suit he wore over a fit body, but because of Ward. She put her hand on her evening bag and the card key hidden inside.

  The candlelight flickering in Ward’s eyes was suddenly a hot flame. “Tell him that your boyfriend”—he tapped his chest—“just dumped you and you want to show him what he’s throwing away, show him how desirable you are, teach him a lesson.”

  “And then?” Her voice didn’t even sound like her, husky, needy, breathless.

  “Then take him up to the room and fuck him.”

  The flame in his eyes set her body on fire. Oh God yes, she’d do whatever this man wanted.

  * * * * *

  Ward murmured one more instruction.

  Cassandra’s eyes were strikingly blue, her lips a man-hungry shade of dark pink that matched her dress. The guy at the bar would follow her anywhere. Just as Ward would.

  She stood, grabbed her champagne flute and purse, and gave him a glare so sharp it could have flayed the flesh from his bones. “Asshole,” she said softly but very clearly. The guy at the bar, hell, everyone in the joint would be able to read those kissable lips.

  She was fucking magnificent as she stalked to the bar, hitched herself up on the stool right next to her quarry, and turned to laser Ward with another killer glare.

  He loved her, Christ yes, he did. He completely lost himself in watching her. He adored the delight that had danced in her eyes as he laid out his ground rules. She hadn’t said the word—she might never say it—but she wasn’t doing this without him ever again. She needed what he gave her. He wouldn’t share her with anyone else, but this wasn’t sharing. Spence, that would have been sharing. This guy was just a sex toy, like Samson and Joe Average. Ward was the real thing, the thing she craved.

  She pouted prettily for the man, her lips moving, explaining, complaining, then she jutted her chin at Ward, shooting him eye daggers. Perfect. The guy touched her arm in obvious commiseration, turned in Ward’s direction, mouthed Asshole. And congratulated himself on being in the right place at the right time to act as this gorgeous babe’s revenge.

  It took exactly seven minutes, long enough for Cassandra to finish her champagne cocktail. He’d purchased it because it seemed perfect for the role he’d wanted her to play tonight. And perform she did. He wasn’t the only one in the bar watching as she strolled between the tables, Better-than-average Joe trailing behind her.

  He started his countdown. He’d told her she had exactly twenty minutes to set their quarry into position.

  Sex games. If he’d tried to get her to give up other men entirely, he’d have lost her. Maybe, if they hadn’t begun the way they did—with him watching and needing and wanting and craving—he might not have been able to do it. But she’d shown him how damn good it could be. She’d taught him that the spark of jealousy and anger only enhanced that first moment in which he touched her. It kept the fire burning in his gut. It just needed to be a stranger. He’d thought he couldn’t handle that. It was actually the only thing he could handle. The only way he wanted it.

  The subject of a few pitying glances, he drank his brew, enjoying every sly look assessing him. He knew something they didn’t, that he would walk out of here and ride the elevator up to her. And that he’d keep on doing that for as long as he could.

  When the last drop was gone, he checked his watch. Impeccable timing. His smile was smug as he followed the same route through the tables that she’d used. He punched the elevator button, and the car came almost immediately. No one got on. He watched the numbers light up on the digital readout.

  It stopped on his floor. Her floor. The floor of the room he’d paid for, the room to which he’d sent her to spread her legs for another man.

  His body was on fire with need by the time he heard the soft click of the lock opening.

  All the lights were on. The bathroom wall along the left blocked the full view of the bed, but Cassandra was right where he�
�d told her to be. On her hands and knees on the mattress. Her dress lay puddled on the floor just below her. Her breasts swayed, her body rocked, and she clamped her hands on the end of the bed to anchor herself.

  He stood there for long moments, watching, savoring, letting his cock harden and his balls fill with need. Her eyes were closed, her chin tilted up, her lips parted. Then she moaned, and the sound reached all the way to the base of his cock.

  “Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me,” she cried out. “Make that asshole pay for dumping me.”

  She was aware of him, performing for him. The words were his cue.

  Stepping into the room, he pointed his finger dramatically. “You lying little bitch.”

  Better-than-average Joe stopped mid-stroke, his eyes wide, fingers clutching spasmodically in the flesh of her hips. His dark hair was disheveled, two spots of bright color flaming in his cheeks. “Shit.”

  “Don’t stop,” Ward growled. “Don’t you fucking stop. We’re going to punish this bitch together.”

  “Uuuuh...” He made a long, drawn-out sound like a balloon deflating.

  “She told you I dumped her, right?”

  He nodded vigorously.

  “Not true,” Ward snapped and pointed again at Cassandra. “She was just pissed because she didn’t like the necklace I bought her for our anniversary.”

  “Anniversary?” the guy echoed.

  “It wasn’t expensive enough,” Ward snarled. Cassandra was smiling. He hoped BTA Joe couldn’t see her in the mirror.

  “Help me punish her.” He narrowed his eyes. “Or else.”

  “Sure, sure. How? What do you want me to do?”

  “Fuck. Her,” Ward said in two separate sentences as he kicked aside Cassandra’s dress. Then he fisted his hand in her hair, holding her head up. “Fuck her now,” he ordered.

  Her skin was flushed pink, her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared. Harsh puffs of breath shot out of her mouth. “Don’t you dare.”

  “I will,” he said through clenched teeth. “You can’t know how much I’ve wanted this.” He leveled a glare on Joe. “Fuck her.”

  And Joe started to pound.

  “He’s still hard,” she whispered, her head bobbing.

  “He fucking loves it,” Ward muttered. “I want your mouth on me.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Make me do it, baby.”

  He unzipped, pulled out his cock, stroked it, the tip only an inch from her lips. But he held her away from the prize. “How bad do you want it?”

  “I can taste it, I need it. Please, baby, I’m so sorry. Let me have it.” Her eyes were bright. He could almost see her salivate.

  Pulling her head close on one of BTA Joe’s thrusts, he let her lap up a drop of pre-come.

  “More. Please, baby. I promise I’ll never do anything like that again. Just let me have it.”

  He smiled. Looked at Joe. “She’s my fucking slut. She’ll do anything for my cock.”

  Joe’s head rocked like a bobble-head doll. “Yes, sir.”

  He laughed. “Goddamn right.” Then he fed Cassandra his cock.

  She sucked him in, sighed. Joe’s relentless pounding turned her mouth into a machine. Ward held her head, forced her to take him, withdrew, entered again. And again. He put his head back and thrust his hips. Christ. She was so damn good. When he looked down again, meeting her eyes, the gleam he saw there told him he’d chosen well, both the event and the man. She was in her element, the center of attention, driving two men crazy.

  And she was all his.

  Chapter Fifteen

  She had never looked at a man during sex and marveled at his beauty. Not until Ward. She had never savored the taste of a man’s come as if it were as sweet and sizzling as the champagne cocktail he’d bought her. She’d never craved the feel of a thick, hard cock in her mouth. Not like she did with Ward.

  Bill—what an ordinary name—pumped inside her, the sound of his flesh slapping hers with each thrust. But it was Ward’s cock that really did it for her. He held her head and fucked her mouth. Bracing herself on the bed, she let herself be taken. And she loved it.

  She’d heard the click of the door lock. She’d seen Ward watching her, his cock growing in his pants, his breath puffing, a telltale pulse at his throat. With his gaze on her, she’d almost come right then, pushing back against Bill, forcing him to ram deep inside.

  Then Ward had grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock in her mouth. He played the jealous husband role so well. It made her dripping wet. Bill became just a tool she used to stroke her G-spot. The main event was Ward fucking her mouth. She could see herself in the reflection of his glasses, and she looked sexy, wanton, dirty, adored.

  Ward’s tie was knotted, his shirt buttoned, his jacket open. He hadn’t even undone his belt, but simply unzipped and stroked his cock. God, she loved watching him do that. Someday she’d make him come on her pussy while he jacked off.

  “Are you ready to swallow my come? Every drop?”

  Oh God, yes, she was. Bracing herself on one hand, she reached up to squeeze his balls. They were hard knots in her hand. She sucked his cock and rolled his testicles. His legs began to tremble.

  Bill worked himself up to a fever pitch. He wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed Ward. She pressed her index finger on the sensitive skin just behind his sac.

  He groaned, a low, guttural sound. “Fuck. Jesus. God.” Then he tipped back his head and cried out her name.

  His whole body shook, and the first spurt of come gushed on her tongue. Salty-sweet, perfect. She swallowed every drop just the way he demanded, then worked him for more. Two more jerks of his hips, and she’d drained him.

  He lasered Bill with a hard look. “Take off the condom and come on her. Now.”

  Bill pulled out, and with his hand in her hair, Ward rolled her to her back. His cock was still semi-erect even after filling her mouth. She wanted him again.

  Between her legs, Bill pumped his cock in his fist and in only a matter of seconds, he sprayed her pussy and belly with warm come.

  “Out of my way.” Ward took Bill’s place between her thighs. Hooking his hands beneath her butt, he hauled her close and licked the come from her skin, following the line down to her pussy. Cleaning her, licking her, sucking her.

  Bill bent over her breasts and bit her nipple lightly. The pain intensified the pleasure. Then Ward slid two fingers inside her, and she exploded at the point of contact, bursting free, soaring, screaming, bucking.

  Never like this before. Only with Ward. Because of Ward. The other man was incidental. It was Ward pushing her over the edge.

  When the wave subsided, she collapsed bonelessly on the mattress, her legs still spread wide. She couldn’t move, couldn’t open her eyes. But she was smiling.

  “Get your clothes on and get out,” Ward ordered, his voice seemingly far, far away.

  “That was hot, man.” The bed shifted as Bill climbed off. “Thanks. If you two need a second the next time I’m in town, let me know.” His words were followed by a rustle of clothing, then the clink of a belt buckle.

  “Sure. Leave your card on the table. And throw the goddamn condom in the trash on your way out.” Ward’s voice was harsh, unsentimental.

  The bed dipped again as if Bill sat to put on his shoes. He chuckled. “You two are crazy good. I need to find a woman like her.”

  “She’s taken.”

  “And you’re a fucking lucky man.”

  “Yeah.” Ward ran a hand down her flank. “I am.”

  More rustling, then a soft slap as Bill laid his card on the bureau by the TV. Then his parting words. “See ya.”

  A few moments later, the door slid shut with a whoosh. Cassandra opened her eyes. She was completely naked while Ward was fully dressed. All he’d done was remove his glasses. His eyes were the deep rich brown of freshly ground coffee.

  “That’s just what the doctor ordered,” she whispered. “I adore the scenarios you come up with. Where I che
at on you, then you punish me and make me do all the nasty things I’m dying to do.”

  He propped himself up on his elbow, leaning his head on his hand, and stroked her abdomen with the lightest touch. “I know that’s what you love.”

  “And when you ordered him around, told him exactly how you wanted it done, that makes me feel important and powerful.”

  He rubbed her nipple every so lightly with the palm of his hand. “I feel the same.”

  “But what you do to me is the sexiest part. Like when you made him come on me, then licked it all off. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”

  “I’ve never sucked up another man’s come for anyone but you.”

  She had the sense to realize he wouldn’t do it for anyone else but her. “But are you really sure you’re ready for me?” Would this be one or two times, then he’d tell her he couldn’t do it anymore? “I mean, I think like a man. I need sex like a man. It isn’t personal. It’s just physical. And I can walk away. But I still need it hot and sexy like this.”

  “With other men,” he clarified for her.

  “Yes. But I need everything you to do me.” She wouldn’t be afraid of using that word. Need. She needed him. “The way you make me feel. I didn’t feel it until you walked in the room. Until you were watching me, touching me, making me suck you. It isn’t any good now without you.”

  “You do love your games, don’t you.” He shook his head, gave her the barest smile.

  “I love the games. They’re exciting. But they’re so much more exciting with you.”

  He trailed a finger down the side of her face and along her chin, then traced her lips. “I didn’t know how much I craved all these dirty, kinky things until you introduced me to them.” Leaning over, he trailed his tongue along the same path, ending with her lips. “But I’m afraid of losing you. A one-time stranger, that’s fine. But I’m afraid of you forming an attachment.”