His Love: A Forbidden Boss Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  The alpha looked at me thoughtfully before answering. And when he did, his voice was quiet and low.

  “I’m here for you, Kitty,” he rumbled, eyes searching mine. “I’m here to see if we can make it work between us. No more games, no more hook-ups, no more misunderstandings. I want to try, baby girl, really try this time.”

  My heart leapt inside, but outside, my expression remained frozen.

  “Really?” I asked sarcastically. “You want to try after disappearing for six months, and then re-appearing like magic?”

  Luke took a deep breath, that big chest expanding while looking me straight in the eye.

  “I didn’t come to see you because I needed to look deep in myself and figure out what the hell was wrong,” he ground out.

  I let out a half-hearted yelp.

  “What was wrong with you? That’s a nice change. I thought it’d be what was wrong with me.”

  I expected Luke to storm off or slap me across the face for my nasty words. But the alpha knows how to handle animosity, and he took another deep breath.

  “Yes, what was wrong with me. Like I said before, I was a tomcat and I wanted to stop that shit. I wanted to be a real man for you, and to get all my business in order before approaching you again. Because I love you, Kitty Jones. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, maybe ever. And I was an idiot for letting you go, and for letting that woman manipulate our relationship.”

  I shook my head, eyes blurring with tears. Because this was what I wanted to hear. It was what I’d lain in bed at nights dreaming of, my hopes so high that I couldn’t even admit it to myself. And now the billionaire was saying that he wanted to be with me.

  But I couldn’t believe it.

  “You don’t know what you’re saying Luke,” I said in a pained voice, refusing to look at him. “I’m a small-town girl from the middle of nowhere. I have nothing to offer a billionaire like you. You just want me because we’ve been through a lot together, so you feel like you have to make it up to me somehow. Please don’t,” I choked once more. “Because you don’t have to. I’ll be fine here in Kansas.”

  But the alpha always gets his way because he took my hand then, pressing it to his lips.

  “Kitty Jones,” he began. “This is the first time I’ve really thought that you might be dumb. Because a man shows up, declaring himself, and you’ve got some twisted reason as an explanation? You can’t just accept my love? You don’t think that a man like me would love a girl like you? Why not?”

  “Tell me why I’m special then,” I bit out. “Enlighten me.”

  I thought Mr. Lyons would choke. I thought he wouldn’t be able to get out the words, or even if he did, that they’d be glib and unfeeling, just some fake lines from a Valentine’s card. But instead, the CEO took my hands again, looking deep into my eyes.

  “You’re special because you’re you, Kitty. You’re special because you’re beautiful and sassy, and you don’t take no for an answer. Look what you’ve done here,” he said, gesturing to the small office. “You’ve built a thriving business for yourself, teaching ballet to kids. And even more, you did it after a crazy woman held a gun to your head, stalking you like a criminal. But you didn’t give in. You’re tough while being gentle, strong while being soft, and everything I need in a woman. You, Kitty Jones,” he finished gently. “Are everything I’ve been looking for, and I’ve been looking a long time. So I’m not going to let you get away, baby, not now, and not ever.”

  I couldn’t breathe for a moment. Really? Luke was impressed because I was teaching ballet to kids? Because I picked myself off the floor, dusting myself off after a series of horrific incidents? It couldn’t be.

  “I’m not special,” I said softly, looking away. “You’ve got it wrong Luke.”

  But the gorgeous CEO wouldn’t be dissuaded. He pulled me close this time, gently touching those lips to mine before looking me in the eyes, that blue gaze intense yet gentle, piercing my soul.

  “You are,” he reiterated, his breath a breeze across my lips. “You just won’t let yourself believe that you’re someone amazing, someone with a lot to offer. Let it go, little girl, and just believe.”

  And my heart burst like a dam then, insides flooding with warmth, lungs finally expanding so that I could breathe again. Because he was right in a way. I’ve always had an inferiority complex for a variety of reasons. Because I’m a big girl. Because I’m from a rural town in the middle of nowhere. Because I didn’t go to college, because I’m bad with computers. The reasons piled up but maybe Luke was right in this case. Maybe I had a lot to offer, and I’d been selling myself short. Maybe my confidence was shot, but this man had seen to the core, and valued me for who I was. Just me, one hundred percent Kitty Jones.

  I took a deep breath then, lungs filling with oxygen, as a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Maybe I deserved good things in life. Maybe I should stop looking over my shoulder, always thinking something terrible was going to come crashing down. Smiling tentatively, I looked up at him, caramel eyes meeting blue.

  “Are you sure, Luke?” I asked throatily. “Because I don’t think I could survive if this didn’t work.”

  The billionaire threw his head back and laughed then, white smile gleaming. I frowned, walls going up again. What was so funny? What had I said that was so hilarious? But he calmed then, pressing another delicious kiss to my lips before speaking.

  “Honey, that’s what I love about you, but that’s also what we’ve got to fix. Because baby, you’re a survivor. Can’t you see? You’ve survived so much already. You underestimate yourself, honey. You’re amazing, and you don’t even know it.”

  With that, I took another deep breath. Because maybe this man was right. My inferiority complex was ingrained. I’d been like this my whole life and it was tough to change. But change was already in the works. I had my own business now, kids who called me “Miss Jones,” and I was building a stable life out here. With Luke’s support, maybe I could do even more. I’d could grow confident and assertive, smiling and joyful instead of shy and meek.

  “Mr. Lyons,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I think you’re right. I’m special. I deserve this.”

  And with that, the billionaire swept me into his arms for a deep, passionate kiss, our mouths locking, our bodies speaking words that couldn’t be said. Because before, I’d thought my relationship with Luke was too good to be true. The alpha wanted to use my body because I was a curvy, luscious eighteen-year-old ballerina, desperate to make a good impression on the man in charge.

  But somehow, that’s changed. I’m still curvy and young, yes, but our relationship has evolved. In our time apart, I’ve become someone different: someone mature and knowing, with my own thing. And with Luke’s support, I’m going to grow more. I’m going to become more confident, expressing myself instead of waiting for others to give orders.

  And yes, with my man by my side, I know I can do it. Luke’s seen it all and he wants to be a part of the process. He’s seen me vulnerable and naïve, but he’s also seen me at my best, whirling on the stage, and sharing my love of ballet with the world. Plus, the CEO wants to walk with me along the path, and for us to establish a real relationship, something where we take care of each other, helping one another while also loving and supporting our partner. He wants me to be happy, to be a confident woman of the world. He wants me to be someone with many options, and many choices.

  As a result, I’m hopeful. I can’t say I know how this is going to work yet, but we’ll make it happen. After all, I’m growing and changing, flowering more and more with every life event. But what Mr. Lyons has made me see is that I deserve it. I have something to offer to my students and the world. The alpha male wants to be a part of my life, and deep down, it’s right. Luke has been with me since this incredible adventure started, watching me blossom and adjust, and gratefully, I’m taking his hand as a partner this time.

  Because he’s the ballet master and I’m the ballerina.
We work in sync, our movements in tandem, our minds melded with understanding and experience now. Yes, we’ve been through a lot, but what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And with Mr. Lyons by my side, I’ve opened my heart to what I always dreamed of … love, real love with a billionaire CEO. And this time, I know I deserve it.

  Epilogue

  Luke

  One year later …

  “Oh god yes! Please Mr. Lyons, more!”

  I looked up in anticipation as my heart juddered because Luke had me nude, my pussy running like a flood, and there was no mercy. The big man growled, his shaft jutting against my tummy as my hands were hooked over my head.

  “Yes!” I cried out again, whimpering with anticipation. My folds gushed wetly as a sticky trail ran down my thigh. Nips bright pink and stiff, I mewled once more. “Yes, Daddy!”

  Luke just growled.

  “Shh, pretty baby,” he hushed. “Shhh, don’t worry, Daddy will take care of you.”

  With that, the handsome man circled around me, his enormous rod pressing against my bottom. Oh god, I was strung up like a giant ham on a meat hook. My wrists were bound and connected to a special device dangling from the ceiling, my nude body lush and bare. My boobs were enormous, and my narrow waist and big ass bounced as I balanced on my tippy toes, stretched out to his liking.

  Yes, Mr. Lyons and I play a lot. Even after a year together, we can’t get enough and the sessions are amazing. Even better than before in fact. Luke’s converted one of the bedrooms at his apartment into a mock dungeon, and that’s where we were now, the big man about to ram his hard, stiff shaft into my wet folds.

  After all, I made him get rid of those extra bedrooms because they were an unpleasant reminder of the past. As a result, they’ve been converted into an entertainment room, a cozy den, and finally this room, the dungeon for our naughty play. And yes, I let him do whatever he wants to my body, but there’s a different feel because I give as good as I get now. As he lined himself up, I pushed my bottom back, showing him my coffee hole.

  “Do it, Daddy,” I panted. “Put it in.”

  With a heavy grunt, Luke shifted his pole up so that it pressed against my pleats.

  “You sure about this baby girl?” he growled. “I was going to put it into your pussy first to get it wet. You sure you can take this?”

  “I can Daddy,” came my harsh pant. “I absolutely can.”

  So yeah, even in this compromised position, I was calling the shots. Even with my hands tied up, strung up to the ceiling and immobilized, I was the one in charge, directing him in this dirty dance. And obeying my orders, Luke began. That mighty glans pressed against my dark star and I moaned throatily. Oh god, the pressure against my bottom was incredible.

  But I wasn’t giving up because it was me in control. So taking a deep breath, I inhaled before exhaling slowly, eyes fluttering shut, concentrating hard. And loosening my inner muscles, it happened then. Daddy’s dick slid in, one inch, two, until that ten inch pole was balls deep inside.

  “Ohhh!” I cried out, reveling in the dirty sensations. “Unnnh!”

  Luke leaned forwards to grab my breasts, squeezing and kneading even as his cock pushed even further into my rectum, brushing my GI tract.

  “Yeah, that’s how my slutty baby likes it,” he rasped in my ear. “Mmmm.”

  And slowly, the alpha withdrew, the slide incredible. My bottom is so sensitive now that I could feel the difference in width along his pole, that thick, meaty base tapering off to his glans. My ass clenched, spasming enjoyably.

  “Oh yeah, Daddy will give it to you,” he growled in my ear, licking wetly at my throat. “You love it, don’t you?”

  I mewled then, throwing my head back, with my profile tilted to the sky. Shudders ran through my body as he pummeled me once more, making me scream this time, my back ring gripping that huge shaft as it did its job.

  “Take me Daddy!” I screamed. “Oh yes!”

  The words only spurred Luke on even further. He grabbed my fleshy hips and began pistoning hard, drilling like a madman.

  “Fuck fuck fuck!” he roared. “FUCK!”

  And that was it. The big man burst in my rectum, spraying me with blast after blast of filmy white, the bubbly jizz so good. I screamed too then, my pussy dissolving into tremors, but the fireworks weren’t over yet. Because I’ve developed insane control over my bottom muscles, and as Luke pumped away, my butt milked him in time to each spurt. Oh yeah, this wasn’t some crazed frenzy where my nether parts went wild. Instead, I’m a ballerina with incredible muscle control, and I use it when the time is right. So as Luke released, his dick jerking in rhythmic pulses, my ring clenched and pumped, milking him of the good stuff while drawing that incredible baby batter inside.

  Because I want it. There’s nothing that makes me feel better than Luke’s jism leaking from my holes, and I wanted him to fill me up to the max until I overflowed.

  “More Daddy, more,” I moaned, “Give me that dirty milkshake.” And obeying my command, Luke blasted again, his second climax chasing the first.

  “FUCK!” he roared in back of me. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

  My bottom pumped him more, draining him of everything he had to give, savoring the last drops. And finally, Mr. Lyons collapsed against me, plastered to my back, his massive rod still stuck deep in my tight cavern.

  “Aww, shit, baby,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

  I giggled, looking at him over my shoulder.

  “What’s wrong Daddy?” I asked. “Was it too much for you? Did baby wear Daddy out?”

  Because this is my life with the ballet master now. We’re a traveling couple. I live in Kansas giving classes, while he’s still the CEO of the Academy. So we’re on planes all the time, even more so because we can’t stand to be away from one another. But compromises have to be made, and I wasn’t giving up my newfound freedom so readily, not when I had a booming business in the Midwest with dozens of little girls as my students.

  Luke had frowned at first.

  “Sweetheart, why don’t you teach at the Academy?” he growled. “You know I can make it happen.”

  That was the problem exactly, and I fixed him with a mock glare.

  “Luke, I can’t ask you to do that. And I wouldn’t want it, either. I have my own life, and that’s in Kansas. It means that we won’t see each other every minute of every day, but we’ll be fine.”

  The look on his face was murderous but I wasn’t budging. Grabbing a big hand, I fixed him with another mock glare.

  “Seriously Daddy,” I said slowly. “You know this is right. We’ve been talking about my confidence level, and how I need to be more assertive. And I’m doing that right now. I’m doing what I’m best at, and I’m not going to give it up, not even for you, Luke.”

  The big man’s jaw twitched but then with a resigned sigh, he swept me into his arms.

  “You’re right,” he growled into my ear. “This is your thing, and you’ve got to follow your dreams. Just don’t be surprised if I quit this damn job and follow you to the Midwest.”

  That made me giggle. Quit? That was a hilarious idea, since Luke was CEO. How often do CEOs resign? But in a way it made sense because he wasn’t doing the job for money. His money was made years ago on Wall Street, and he’d only taken the Academy job out of love. And you know what? A new love was here now. Me. And if Luke wanted to follow this new love, then I’d be too happy.

  So I giggled to myself before sighing deliciously, the big man still hard and full in my back end. Gently, I squeezed my walls together, teasing him while making him moan, and that hard shaft jerked once more, spurting a last few droplets. Suddenly, I knew what I wanted my man to do. Again, it was me being assertive and expressing my wants and needs.

  “Get down Daddy,” I said, voice sweet but commanding. “Get down and drink that creampie.”

  The alpha went totally still behind me. Because this was disgusting, the worst of the worst. But chalk it up to my newfound confiden
ce, the new Kitty who was the boss around town. And slowly, Luke pulled out, that massive rod exiting my bottom with a dirty squelching sound. Slowly, Luke got to his knees, kneeling in back of my curvy form.

  “Awww shit,” he whispered hoarsely, staring at the gape filled with his personal cream. “Kitty, you sure?”

  “Come on,” I purred, wiggling my ass suggestively, even more jism spilling from my back hole now. “Lick it up, big guy.”

  And goodness, but his tongue felt so good. It flickered slowly at first, dabbing into the bubbly white before going to town, lapping like a hungry dog. As his tongue wormed up my channel, tasting my back walls, I shivered deliciously before exploding once again. My twat spasmed, gushing hard as my brownie clamped and winked, overcome with ecstasy.

  “Unnnh Daddy!” I shrieked, big boobs bobbling. “Yes!”

  Luke laughed behind me, rumbling deep in his throat. But he didn’t stop, oh no. Because you know what? Daddy rules the roost, but sometimes I get to take charge now. I’m a big girl, and I’m not afraid to express my needs and wants anymore.

  So when I say, “Jump,” Daddy sometimes asks, “How high?” And the next time, maybe he’ll say, “Jump” while I ask, “How high?” Because our relationship is much more balanced now, and best of all, I know I deserve it. I deserve to have a passionate, sexy, sinful love with Luke Lyons, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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  The End

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