His Love: A Forbidden Boss Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But there was no sense in freaking out the poor girl. This girl was eighteen for crying out loud, and new to the city. So instead, I went in easy.

  “Tell me, what brings you to NYC?” I asked casually, steepling my hands. “Is it the bright lights? The promise of a ballet career? The applause from the audience?”

  Kitty’s face lit from within, breaking into a gorgeous smile.

  “Yes,” she nodded. “And not just that but more. It’s the chance to work with the best people: the best dancers, choreographers, instructors, and even the best pianists. I feel like even our practice pianist is as good as a concert musician, she’s so talented.”

  I chuckled deep in my throat.

  “Brenda is an aspiring soloist,” I acknowledged. “She moonlights for us during rehearsals, but she’s also a full-time student at Juilliard,” I added. “Her dream is to win the Van Cliburn concerto competition and then travel the world, performing in front of packed audiences.”

  Kitty nodded, her smile bright.

  “I totally get it,” she said breathlessly. “Because that’s what I want too. I want to be good,” she said in a determined voice, that small chin set. “I want to get better. I want to learn from the best, and NYC Academy is the place to do it. The best is here, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to join,” she said softly, meeting my eyes.

  Hmm, that spoke well of the brunette. Some women have no idea how lucky they are. They arrive thinking that the welcome mat’s going to be spread out, that their dancing is better than anyone else’s. Sure, their moves are good for a tiny town in Oklahoma, but this is New York City, and the competition’s at a whole different level.

  So I nodded thoughtfully, taking in that curvy figure. Kitty smiled softly at me again.

  “Do you have any tips, Mr. Lyons? I know at some point, you had to be a beginner too. You got your start somewhere, so do you have any advice for a newbie?”

  I stared hard at her. Shit, this girl wasn’t just emotionally savvy, she was smart too. She knew to take advantage of the five minutes she had with me. After all, I’m a billionaire CEO, sitting on top of a fortune. Not only that, but I know dance and I’m familiar with the art.

  But I didn’t say anything real. Not really. Because getting to where I am takes a shit ton of blood, sweat, and tears, and no sweet thing deserves that. Innocent girls shouldn’t have to walk the gauntlet. They shouldn’t have to get down on their hands and knees, scrubbing the floor while begging for scraps.

  So I kept the conversation light.

  “I’ve got a ton of secrets, but they’re locked up here for now,” I rumbled, pointing to my head. “You’ve got to show me that you deserve it. You’ve got to show me that you’re worthy before I’ll tell you anything.”

  Kitty bit her lip.

  “I danced my best this morning, sir,” she said in a low voice. “I’ll do it again if you like.”

  I leaned back and chuckled.

  “You think you can do better this time?” I asked, voice smooth. “If so, then be my guest,” I said, flicking a button. And the girl gasped as a motor rumbled, one of the walls discreetly rolling back to reveal a studio, complete with polished wood floors, mirrors, and a long barre on one side.

  Because there are certain benefits to being CEO of a dance troupe, and one of them is my office. When you come in, it looks like standard corporate fare with a huge desk, chairs, sofa, and computer. The Academy didn’t hold back and there are deep pile carpets and floor-to-ceiling windows looking out on the bustling streets of Manhattan.

  But I’ve also got a hidden studio. That’s right, as a former dancer I asked to have some practice space installed, and the board complied. So now, all I have to do is flick a switch, and the fake wall rolls away, revealing my private studio.

  Kitty’s eyes opened wide.

  “Really?” she gasped. “Oh my god, you’re so lucky, Mr. Lyons!”

  I laughed deep in my chest then because only a true devotee of the dance would think that I was “lucky.” Right now, the brunette was already practicing eight hours a day, putting her body through the works. If “lucky” meant practicing even more, then I suppose I was lucky.

  But Kitty was up in a flash, wandering into the brightly lit space, twirling joyfully as brunette curls flew outwards.

  “I’m happy to dance,” she laughed, brown eyes sparkling. “What would you like me to do?”

  I leaned back, appreciating that curvy female form.

  “Anything,” I rumbled. “But first you’ve got to take off those warm-ups. I’ve got to see every gesture, every move up close.”

  She flushed.

  “I can’t, Mr. Lyons,” she murmured, looking down. “I didn’t realize I’d be dancing again, so I’m just wearing my leotard underneath, and nothing else.”

  I frowned.

  “So? A leotard’s fine, that’s standard practice wear.”

  The girl blushed even hotter.

  “No, not that,” she stammered. “I’m wearing a leotard, but nothing else under. Nothing, sir,” she stuttered wildly, unable to look into my eyes.

  Ah ha, so that was the problem. My little girl was practically nude underneath those warm-ups, with nothing but the thinnest piece of cotton shielding those curvy assets. Well, no worries. This was right up my alley. In fact, it was almost too perfect if you asked me.

  “You can do what you like,” I said mildly. “But I can’t see a thing with those baggy sweats on.”

  She nodded, biting her lip.

  “I know, I just didn’t expect …” her voice trailed off.

  “You didn’t expect to find a hidden studio in my office?” I asked, voice smooth. “You didn’t expect to dance for a man?”

  She nodded shyly, picking at the edge of her sweater.

  “If I had known, I would have worn something different.”

  I interrupted then.

  “Baby trust me, I’ve seen everything,” I said in my best father-figure voice. “I’m forty-five, and I’ve been on stage since I was fifteen. I’ve seen everything, and I mean everything,” I added with emphasis.

  Kitty nodded again, biting her lip before lifting her head and shooting me a quick glance. I thought she was going to back off, making some excuse. But instead, those small fingers gripped the hem of her sweater, trembling a bit.

  “Okay, I guess I’ll give it a try,” the girl whispered.

  And in a flash, that sweater was off. My dick jerked in my pants because oh shit, the female was luscious. The girl wore a pink leotard underneath, so sheer that it was like a body stocking, and those huge tits swung, heavy and full. My cock literally spurted then, unable to hold back. I had to get into her. I had to taste that luscious white flesh, and suck those huge nipples into my mouth.

  But Kitty wasn’t done yet. Slowly, she tilted her hips and slid the track pants over those thighs, revealing meaty, luscious legs. The pants and sweater were tossed to the side, and as she bent over to put on ballet slippers, I realized why she’d been so embarrassed.

  Because the girl wasn’t wearing panties. Most professional ballerinas don’t wear panties because they rely on their tights to shield them. But in this case, Kitty wasn’t wearing tights either. The only thing she had on was that sheer pink leotard, and now a pair of matching ballet slippers.

  As she slid into a routine, my breath caught. Because whenever the girl bent over, whenever her legs spread in either a plié, jump or raise, I could see her sweet slit. I could see that pale white mound, the puffy flesh under that thin piece of fabric. Shit, if I looked hard, I could even see her nub, that hard, tantalizing clit poking out insistently.

  Because oh yeah, Kitty was excited too. As she danced for me, her moves took on an intensity that shook us both. We gazed into each other’s eyes as she twirled, showing off those huge, jiggly breasts, and the elegant, yet sensuous sway of her hips. And goddamn, but I wanted it.

  It was like Kitty could read my mind. Smiling coyly, she lifted one leg high into th
e air, the toe almost pointed straight up at the ceiling. All ballerinas are flexible, so that wasn’t surprising in and of itself.

  But here, alone in this studio, it was different. Because dressed in that sheer pink leotard, the material at her pussy was stretched so tight that it went from being sheer to transparent. This time, I didn’t just see the outline of her puffy lips and the hard nub of that clit. I saw her hole, the tiny crevice that I wanted to sample.

  And like an answer to my dreams, it happened then. Ballet leotards are made for abuse because the manufacturers know that girls prance, stretch and wear these things down. But no material can handle Kitty’s curves because frankly, most dancers don’t have wide hips and big Double Ds. So as her legs split wide, one toe pointing straight at the ceiling, the fabric gave out. That’s right, the sheer pink cotton tore right at the crotch, baring everything. The rip happened so fast that the material sprang up, flying over her boobs in the front and whipping over her ass in the back.

  “Oh my god!” the brunette gasped, her leg dropping down immediately as her small hands tried to shield her private parts.

  But it was too late because I was out from behind my desk in a flash, kneeling in front of her. And before she could move, I’d taken a deep lick of her wet, juicy snatch.

  “Oh my … unnnnh!” came Kitty’s wail. “Oh god!”

  I chuckled in my chest, big hands coming up to grab her thighs.

  “That’s right, kitten,” I rasped into her folds. “That’s right, you were dancing dirty to make Daddy hard, weren’t you? You were doing that on purpose.”

  Kitty didn’t answer at first, brown eyes wide at my bent head. But I was busy licking that snatch and she quivered, unable to move.

  “Oh unnnh!” she cried out again, big boobies heaving, cunt juicing like a waterfall now. “Oh oh oh!”

  “I know you want it,” I ground out. “Ever since that session this morning, you’ve been dying to be tasted. Isn’t that right, sweet girl? You’ve been teasing Daddy and using your body to bait me.”

  Kitty almost didn’t answer again because she could barely even stand, her knees were trembling so hard. But she took a deep breath then, and voice wavery, answered.

  “No Mr. Lyons,” she panted. “No, I didn’t mean to tease you, I swear!”

  I bit her nub then, a small shriek escaping from her lips.

  “You did,” I ground out hoarsely, inhaling the scent of flavorful wetness. Goddamn, her musk was so strong, so female, and so needy. “You did,” I insisted again. “You wouldn’t have danced the way you did, showing off those tits, doing the splits to show me your sweetness.”

  She mewled this time, hips grinding a little under my mouth.

  “I did,” she whispered this time. “I do want it Mr. Lyons, yes, yes, please.”

  I chuckled deep in my chest, my voice still muffled in her folds.

  “That’s good because Daddy wants you to be truthful with him always. Daddy’s little girl doesn’t lie because only bad things happen if you lie. Now baby, I’m going to make it even better for you. You want that? You want to get your insides licked?”

  She mewled breathlessly above me, grabbing onto the barre for support, beautiful breasts heaving.

  “Yes,” the girl panted. “Yes, taste my insides Daddy. All of me, it’s yours.”

  And with that I smiled devilishly because I’m a thorough lover. I don’t just give a little lick down there and then I’m done. I like tasting a woman’s insides. I like feeling a girl’s cream rush down my throat. As a result, I reached two fingers up and placed them on either side of her labia, pulling back gently.

  And holy cow, but as her pussy spread, my dick literally twitched and spurted because it was so beautiful. Her nether lips pulled back, parting to reveal the pink within, and it was delicious. Deep, ruby red walls beckoned to me, glistening with nectar, pulsing with arousal.

  “Yes Daddy!” she cried out above, looking down as I nuzzled her softness. “Yes, taste me, oh!”

  Because I did it then. I licked up one wall of that juicy snatch, trailing across her clit before coming down the other side, sating myself on female ambrosia. Goddamn, her cunt was so steamy, the flesh hot and wet. But that wasn’t enough. I sample my girls thoroughly, and slowly, I touched her nub with one finger, spreading fluid over her clit.

  “Daddy’s going to enjoy you,” I warned. “Buckle up.”

  Kitty couldn’t reply, but her body did. As if in invitation, a drop of female fluid formed at her hole before sliding down one thick thigh, her insides quivering in anticipation.

  “Mmm, baby wants it,” I ground out. “Baby wants it bad.”

  And with that, I slowly angled my tongue so that it formed a point and slid it up her pink passage. Shit, she was so tight, the walls pulsing around my mouth, almost clamping down as she screamed.

  “Unnnh, oh!” came that delighted cry. “Ohhhh!”

  But that wasn’t it. I kept sliding up, going up her inner channel, exploring that juicy territory with my mouth. Kitty was absolutely delectable, her honey flowing in a river now, drenching me. But as her vag gave it up, my tongue hit something that I never expected to find. Because to my surprise, Kitty was a virgin. I’d just stumbled against that thin piece of tissue that only innocents have, and her hymen was intact.

  I stopped, tongue still buried up that sweet snatch.

  “Oh Daddy!” she cried out, looking down at me. It must have been tantalizing to see a strange man with his head buried in your sweet spot. But then again, maybe it was a turn-on and I wiggled my tongue teasingly.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she begged again, squeezing her tits sensuously as I tongued her wet hole. “Don’t stop.”

  But I had to ask.

  “Baby, why are you a virgin?” I panted from between her legs, my blue gaze seizing hers. “What the hell?”

  “Don’t stop, please,” she begged, this time one small hand reaching down and holding herself open for me, pulling those pussy lips wide. “I can’t help it.”

  I shook my head, rumbling deep in my chest.

  “I didn’t say it was bad, sweet thing. I just wanted to know how someone as beautiful as you is a virgin.”

  The girl was almost crying now, bumping that juicing puss against my chin. But I always get an answer and resolutely grabbed her hips, holding that curvy body still.

  “Tell me,” I commanded. “Why are you a virgin, Kitty?”

  She cried out desperately again, still trying to tempt me with her clit.

  “Because no one’s ever wanted me before,” she mewled, tears forming in her eyes now. “No one’s ever thought I was beautiful.”

  What the hell? What bullshit was this? No one’s ever thought that Kitty was gorgeous? How is that possible? I went at it like a mad man then, determined to show her a whole new world. Because the brunette is absolutely up my alley. There could be no one more desirable, and I had to show her that.

  So taking a deep breath, I inserted my tongue again, licking all the way up to her hymen until the tissue bumped against my tongue. Her pink walls pulsed around my face, and I began teasing her like that, flicking my tongue along her hymen before creating a sensuous pressure. At the same time, my finger stroked her nub, teasing the bottom side before seizing tight and giving it a hard pinch.

  That propelled her over the edge. With a scream and a jerk, Kitty came like a hurricane. Her twat spasmed so hard that it almost threw me out. But I just thrust in even harder, determined to let her ride my face until it was done.

  “Ahhhhh!” she squealed, big boobies heaving this way and that. “Ahhhh!”

  “That’s right little girl,” I ground out. “Let yourself go. Ride Daddy’s face until you’re done.”

  And the brunette complied, shaking uncontrollably, that sweet puss clamping and spasming like it was World War Three.

  “Unnnh!” she cried out again. “Oh god!”

  Something incredible happened then. Because as I knelt before the god
dess, worshipping at the altar, I came unexpectedly. Spurting like a fire hose gone crazy, my rod jerked hard, hot semen spraying everywhere.

  “Awww FUCK!” I roared gutturally into those sweet heaven. “FUCK!”

  Because this never happens. I’m an alpha who’s had dozens, if not hundreds of women, and I’m always in control. I’m a master between the sheets.

  But with Kitty, it was completely different. I lost control like a fifteen year-old boy, and without realizing it, my balls lifted high and tight. My hot rod erupted unexpectedly and hot jizz sprayed everywhere, hitting the floor and walls with wet splats.

  “Unnnh!” I roared again, burying my tongue even deeper into that pink snatch. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  And it was good. It was beautiful to do the dirty dance with Kitty, her softness twitching and spasming as I released myself onto the ground. But now, there was only one thing left. I wanted that sweet, untouched hole curved to the shape of my dick. I wanted Kitty to ride. I wanted her to twirl around and dance with her body stuffed full of my manliness. And I wanted it sooner, rather than later.

  3

  Kitty

  I’m not sure what’s going on exactly. After I danced for Luke in his office, my entire life took a one eighty. Because we’re so naughty together, and yet I love it so much. The first time the billionaire tasted me, I burst on his mouth, juices flying everywhere, drenching him.

  But Luke wasn’t turned off at all. Because after I was done, he lifted his head, making me gasp. Oh my god, my nectar coated the bottom of his mouth and chin as they glistened in the low lights. But the alpha didn’t care at all. He merely growled before dipping his head and going for another deep lick at my snatch, getting a second juicy taste.

  “Goodness,” I gasped. “I’m so sorry. Here, let me get you a towel because I didn’t mean to ….” My voice trailed off, embarrassed.