Hard & Hungry Boss Box Set

by Luke Steel

  Stepping away from her, I walk a few steps to a couch facing the window and sit back, tugging at the tie that has long since been knocked askew.

  “Turn around and pull it the rest of the way off. Show me everything, Lucy.”

  When she turns, her face is flushed, her cheeks a full rose red. She’s a vision, pulling the dress over her head. Her hair falls loose as she pulls the dress off and she tosses it to the floor. Her skin is a creamy light caramel, her tits full and almost spilling over the lace cups of the bra. She’s panting and hungry, and the way she’s looking at me, I know the moment I tell her it’s ok, she’ll spring on me. I don’t think it’s possible, but my dick gets even harder, straining against my pants. I’m feasting on the sight of her almost completely bared and waiting for me, but the rest of me is on fire.

  Without asking, she takes a few steps toward me. I don’t stop her. More confident, she walks closer. I don’t say anything, just take her in, every step fluid and light, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

  Lucy stands over me, staring down the long line of her body before she climbs up onto my lap. The kiss this time is deep and slow, our tongues tangling. My hands are roving all over her, egging her on when she slips open the buttons from my shirt, and finally, finally tugs my belt free.

  This time she’s the one to grip my hair and pull my head back while she pushes her other hand down the front of my pants and takes hold of my cock. I let her pull my head back and nip at my neck and ear while she works the shaft, her palm sliding with the heavy drop of pre-cum running down the side.

  “Stop.” I can feel it building, even with just this light touch and the vicious little flick of her tongue on my ear.

  “You’re not the boss of me,” she growls, working faster.

  “Oh yes, I am.” Before I lose it completely, I pull her hand away, breathing deep. She laughs but lets me stop her, biting my lip. She play wrestles me for a half second, until I take her wrists into my hands and hold them behind her back.

  Just as she did in the car, this position, the arch of her back when her hands are forced back, lights something in Lucy.

  She nuzzles in close, grinding her pussy down, this time with only the lightest strip of fabric between her sweet wet heat and my dick. She bites my lip again, her hips circling, a full on tease and challenge that will not go unanswered.

  I brace my legs under us and pull her up with me, loving the feel of her thighs clamping around my waist, her heels locking behind me. Kissing her, cradling her ass in my hands, I take her to my bedroom.

  No lights in here, except the glow of the city in the window beyond. I have a deep four-poster bed fit for Viking in the center of the room. I walk to the edge of it and toss her onto it. She giggles as she bounces and then I follow her down. Full weight on her, I feel her curl and wrap around me.

  Lucy is determined now, her hands roving, her mouth more bold, teeth nipping.

  “Let me,” she says. I know what she wants. She wants to touch me, finish what she started.

  I hold her head still and plunder her mouth, at the same time nestling my body between her thighs and feeling her leg hook behind me. When she tries to nudge me up so she can have her way with me, I just push her thighs wider and press hard to her core. The sound she makes is half growl, half moan.

  “Let me touch you. I want to put my mouth on you. I want—“ She has to stop when I kiss her, but she won’t stop tugging and reaching, no matter how many times I press her to be still.

  I’m more than tempted to let Lucy Warner have her way, but there’s something holding me back that keeps me from giving in to her. This is a battle I’m not going to lose. I push up onto my hands, and she laughs when I bat her down as she tries to follow.

  “You just have to be the boss, don’t you.” It’s not a question.

  “Yes,” I say. It’s not a lie.

  This time Lucy pops up onto her knees as I push back and off the bed, reaching into my dresser drawer for a wood cigar box, along with something else I don’t let her see. She crawls forward to meet me, looking to the left as I toss the box onto the bed next to her. She’s not distracted for long, though, and she watches as I uncoil a set of four long lengths of silk.

  She gapes, wide-eyed as I begin to tie each of the long silk pieces to a corner of the bed, tossing the other end onto the bed each time I go. At first she laughs, but then I see her chest hitch and her breathing come faster. Once all four ties are secure, I reach for her leg.

  Lucy doesn’t put up any kind of fight, just gives in to me when I tug her down to the edge of the bed. Our eyes meet as, slowly, I tug the thong down over her hips and off her legs. She opens to me, so sweet and soft I can’t resist another short detour. Dipping low, I flick my tongue over her pussy lips until her thighs fall open to me and she tries to press my head closer. Popping back up, I kiss her as I tie one silk scarf to her right leg. She tugs at it experimentally. It doesn’t come loose.

  I run a hand up the outside of her leg to soothe her, and when I feel the muscle relax, I dip to the inside of her thigh where she’s still quivering and wet. I flash back to the night I buried my face in this warm, wet pussy. A tempting detour, but I have other plans. I reach for the loose end of the scarf tied to the second post of the bed, and hold it up. It’s a silent question.

  Lucy swallows and takes a breath, then lets me take her left leg in my hands and fasten the silk around her ankle. Her legs are bound to separate posts now. Not so taut that she’s stretched, but tight enough that her legs are open and exposed to me.

  She’s quiet now, her eyes bright and burning as I walk to the head of the bed and reach for her right hand. She places it in mine willingly, and when I tie it, she has to lie back. She’s stretched out now, her arm extended, her hand twisting in the sheet. Waiting for what I’ll do next.

  I climb up onto the bed between her legs again, running my hands over every part of her. Her skin is creamy smooth and soft, and I’m tempted to go back to that sweet core dripping honey for me. But she still has a hand free. I don’t leave a job only three-fourths done.

  I move up to straddle her chest and reach for the fourth and final silk piece. But I underestimated her. Before I know it, Lucy’s free left hand is around my cock, stroking and moving up and down like a piston before I can stop her.

  “Fuck,” I hiss out. My head dips low. When I can pull it up again, I see Lucy’s eyes glitter in the dark, the satisfaction plain. She takes her hand from me for only the briefest second to lick her palm and fingers, then she’s back to stroking me, doing everything she can to distract me.

  I take her hand away and reach for the final silk tie. But Lucy’s still not giving up. As I lean up and over her, she turns her head and her lips brush my cock. Just that light touch is enough to scramble my brain, and that second is more than enough time for her to press her advantage. Before I can think, Lucy slips her hand from me again and wraps her hand around my dick, guiding the head to her mouth.

  All I can feel is heat and the vicious, dirty flick of her tongue on the head, and then she’s sucking. I can’t stop myself. Before I know it I’m pumping back and forth into her hot, wet mouth while she takes the whole length. I can feel her hand urging me on from the back, while I watch my dick go in and out of her mouth. I’ve imagined this, jerked off to the idea. But seeing it now, feeling Lucy’s lips take me in and demand more, is something out of a dream. She sucks with sweet, greedy pulls until I can feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I fuck her mouth while she swirls her tongue around the base of my cock. When I feel her cup my balls in her hand, and the tell-tale surge at the base of my cock, I know I’m going to come if I let her keep going. And judging by the hot, burning way she’s looking up at me while she sucks, Lucy knows it, too.

  And then she moans, the same high, keening sound that she makes when I know she’s close to coming. Still fucking her mouth, I angle back and thrust two fingers into her pussy. Liquid fire. Her hips buck as my palm cups her
swollen, sensitive clit and Lucy’s pussy is soaking wet, even more than when I had her earlier tonight. The eager, hungry way she’s pulling at me, I learn something else about Lucy: sucking my cock, making me respond to her, turns her on just as much as anything else I’ve done to her.

  I’m riding the edge of an orgasm that I know is going to knock me out. Just the idea of fucking Lucy’s mouth until I explode is more tempting than anything. But as I watch, she flicks her tongue to swirl around the head, I see the self-satisfied, knowing look as she brings me to the edge. The look that says, “I win.”

  No. Not yet.

  “No.” I have to say it out loud as I pull my cock out of her mouth, and I don’t know if I’m telling her or myself. Lucy arches in protest, but I take her hand and finish tying it to the fourth post. Both her hands are tied now, both legs secure, too. Again not so tight that she can’t pull up onto her elbows, but she also can’t bring her legs or arms together. And she can’t stop me.

  Lucy lies back when I tell her to, pressing her shoulders hard into the bed. Her back is arched and taut. I snake a fist up into the hair at the back of her head, and she arches higher for me, her neck exposed to my tongue and teeth. I can see her tight, swollen nipples over the cups of her bra where I tugged it down. I feel the muscles in her abdomen quiver.

  “Dominic, please,” she whimpers. I don’t think she knows what she’s begging for. But I do.

  “So unfair, I know.” I reach for the box I tossed onto the bed earlier. “You never get your way.”

  Opening the lid, I pull out one of the condoms inside. I hold one of them up for her to see, and when her eyes darken, I tear the pack open.

  “Don’t worry. I have every intention to use that pretty mouth of yours and let you have your way. Eventually. ” She watches me roll the condom onto my cock with a greedy, hungry look. When I climb back over her, I see her hands grip the sheets as I place the tip of my cock right at her opening. Her hips lift as though her whole body is beckoning, and I know if her legs weren’t tied, they’d have clamped around me by now. The way she’s straining at the ties, I can see she’s stymied and past ready.

  And so am I. I lift her hips up into my hands and, still on my knees, thrust forward. Lucy gives a sharp cry as I ram into her. And then again. And again. Christ, I can’t believe how tight she is. I’ve been hot for her for goddamned weeks, trying to deny it, trying to push her away. But getting inside her is like coming home. She bows up to meet my cock with every single push, whimpers and cries out every time I pull away. I’ve never been with a woman so responsive, so hungry for every stroke.

  I love the way her tits bounce every time I push into her, but the pleasure on her face is fascinating. When she starts to chant my name, straining for me, I give in and lower my chest to hers. I bury my face into her shoulder and close my eyes, reveling in how it feels to pump into her. Close like this, feeling her arch up to meet me and I’m almost sorry to have her tied up. I want her wrapped around me, clawing at me. I want her to take everything.

  I put my hands up and twine my fingers in hers. Her mouth is hot and open, hungry for my kiss. Her pussy is starting the tell-tale pulses I remember from making her come on my mouth and on my hand, only this time I can feel all the way into her core.

  “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby.” I put my hands back in her hair and lock her centered and still while I continue to pound into her. But there’s no keeping Lucy still. Tied up, tied down, she fucks me back with everything she has, her hips doing a frantic grind as she gets closer. Driving me just as hard as I’m driving her.

  She opens her eyes and looks into mine. “I want you to come, too. I want to feel it. Please, Dominic, please.”

  I shake my head, and press my forehead to hers. It’s starting for me, too. I fight it, hold it back. But still, I can’t get enough of Lucy’s body under me, pistoning deeper and deeper into her.

  “On my hands. On my mouth. Right here on my dick. You’re going to come so many more ways tonight before I’m through with you.”

  I know her now. I know exactly how to give it to her, what makes her lose it. Angling close and up, I thrust again and then let her ride it until I feel the spasms begin in her. It’s that last hard, deep push and then she’s bucking and grinding, wild and teetering right at the edge and then over, practically screaming.

  And that’s what does it for me. When her pussy clamps down, a wave crashes over and through me, a roar in my body that doesn’t stop even after Lucy quiets beneath me. But she’s arching up, still, curling as close as she can, whispering sweet, unintelligible things as I pulse and finish inside her.

  A long time after, I muster enough energy to release her hands and legs and dispose of the condom. But collapsing back onto the bed next to her, even exhausted and spent, we reach for each other immediately, holding tight. I’m so drained, I think I’m going to fall asleep right there. Our bodies have other plans. Rather than sleep, my hands still rove over her, and Lucy is anything but still. Tangled up, the heat curling between us, my breath catches when she grips my cock again, hard as a rock and ready for another round.

  Lucy bats my hands away, and slides down low in the bed, taking me back into her mouth. I close my eyes and finally let her have everything she wants. The slow, relentless pull of her mouth before she swallows me deep, and then begins again. When I tug at her shoulders and try to tug her up to me, she just takes my hands and puts them in her hair, holding them there until I can’t resist and I have to keep them there to guide her mouth.

  I’m coming again less than a minute later, so hard and fast, I don’t even mind that this is just sweet revenge for what I did to her earlier.

  The night’s only just starting, and there’s plenty of time to even the score.

  8

  Dominic

  Lucy spent the night and most of the next morning. I rode in the car with her when my driver took her home. And when we couldn’t stop kissing long enough for her to get out of the car, I walked her up to her apartment door for a proper goodbye against it. I don’t remember how I pried myself away.

  I don’t know what’s gotten into me with this woman. My own assistant, no less. What would Mrs. Talbot would say?

  “I told you to be nice to that girl, Dominic. Not that nice.” Or something.

  Resting my head back in the headrest, I wonder what else this is going to cost me. It’s way too soon to think about where this will go with Lucy, but I have no illusions about how I’ve complicated things. I don’t have a great track record with relationships even without the extra entanglements.

  Lucy guessed at a few things last night during dinner, but there was nothing a simple web search about me wouldn’t have told her. Before my father died, I was living the life. Not out of some rebellion—I had a great relationship with Dad, and I miss him every day. He had even encouraged some of my more reckless stunts, no matter how worried my mother was about the racing, or the backpacking tours or some other ski trip to Aspen. The way he told it, my grandfather had been much more of a hard case and very demanding of my father, roping him to the company and responsibility very young. Military school, and then right into the business the moment he graduated college. My father didn’t want to demand that of me. I don’t think he ever knew that as much as I loved having fun—and did—I did have a head for business, and even interest in Breson Company. But no one was prepared when he died.

  Nicole was my girlfriend during those younger years. She loved the life of the young, rich and pseudo-famous, with all the cars, parties, and movie stars. When my father died, she came back with me for the funeral, and even stayed when I surprised her and told her I intended to jump in where my father left off. I knew she was disappointed she was missing out on all our fun with our euro crowd friends, so I tried to make it up to her by doing the party thing here in New York. That I did well was a surprise to everyone—including my old partner in partying and best friend, Jake Baxter. I think they were just like everyo
ne else and expected the spoiled rich son to fail at the family business. The more I was determined to prove them wrong, and the better I did with Breson Company, the more obsessed I became. The parties and “lifestyle” were just not priorities. The reputation stuck because the press loves to build up the fantasy of the bad boy billionaire. The reality is much different. What happened later was all because of that shift.

  Something occurs to me: If Lucy came to the job hoping to work for a playboy Bruce Wayne-type, then the disappointment must be killing her. The sex is fantastic, but I’m not giving up what I am just because some woman has fantasies of keeping her own personal playboy as a pet. In the end, Nicole couldn’t accept that, and I haven’t bothered to try with any other women since.

  As the day goes on, the idea bothers me more and more. Lucy isn’t anything like Nicole. But then again, I don’t know enough about her to make that call. I know she’s beautiful and smart. Thoughtful. Sexy as hell. But that’s about it.

  The next morning, even when I arrive at the office an hour early, Lucy beats me there.

  She’s scrolling through messages, making short notes. Her hair is down and straight this morning, and I can’t help but notice the sweater she’s wearing is almost exactly the shade of the dress I bought her. I wonder if she did that on purpose, and my stomach tightens.

  When she sees me, she rises from her chair as I walk through the doors, the smile on her face shy and expecting. I pause for the briefest moment when I walk in, but then keep moving past her to the inner office.

  “Good morning,” I say, tossing the words behind me as I head in.

  She follows me in as I take off my coat and settle in. I look up only briefly and ask, “Can you bring in some coffee? I’m going to get started here.”

  “Certainly,” she says quietly, but not moving. I can sense her waiting, but I open email and start scrolling. I don’t want to see any hurt or confusion on her face. I’m not ready for it yet.