Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (68 page)

“Don’t.”

“What did I
do?”

“Don’t touch me
like that.”
 
He shook his head.
 
“I need to be in control of you at all
times,” he said.
 
“I need to make
all the decisions in the bedroom.”

“But why?”

“I’m not
interested in explaining further.”

She sighed,
exasperated with him.
 
“You confuse
me.
 
One second you act like you
want to open up and talk to me, the next you shut down entirely.”

He
grinned.
 
“You’re getting it.”
 
His hand reached up and stroked her
cheek.
 
“You’re quite perceptive.”

“I don’t get
anything.
 
But I know that I want to
try.”

“Even though
it’s going to be a disaster?”

“We’ll get
through it together,” she told him.

He looked
stunned.
 
“Together.”

“Yes, together.”

“God, you are
truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, and then he was
kissing her again.
 
More forcefully
this time.

Her got on top
of her, all of his considerable weight pressing down on her, but she didn’t
care.
 
She wanted to tear his
clothes off, but knew he wouldn’t allow it.

She could feel
his erection through his pants.
 
It
was huge.
 
It pressed against her
and she did her best to slide her pussy up and down on it without being too
obvious.
 
She didn’t want to risk
turning him off.
 
But then again,
she was going insane with desire.

Red seemed to
be overcome with desire himself.
 
He
grasped the top of her shirt and suddenly pulled, ripping it, then pulled
again, tearing it off of her.
 
He
looked at her breasts.
 
“Your
nipples,” he said.
 
“They need
sucking.”
 
And then his mouth was on
her nipples, softly sucking.
 
Licking.
 
Licking
faster.
 
She was so tender, so ready
for him.

She moaned as
his sucking became fierce.
 
Soon he
was biting her nipples, but just hard enough to make the pleasure that much
more intense.
 

“Red,” she
moaned.
 
“Oh, Red.”

His hands
caressed her stomach and chest.
  
Played with her nipples, torturing her with the pleasure of it.
 
He was a master musician and she was his
instrument.
 
Her body was his.
 
“I’m yours,” she told him.

He sucked her
nipples again, and now they were stiff and tender and wet.
 
Just like her clitoris, which buzzed
with a fury.
  

Red moved off
of her, looking down at her heaving breasts.
 
She was in a frenzy.
 
She writhed beneath him, dying for his
hands and mouth to be on her once more.

Slowly, he
unbuckled his belt.
 
She watched him
with a stunned look on her face.
 
She hadn’t expected this.
 
“Now you unzip me,” he rasped.

Slowly she
reached out and began to unzip him.
 
When she was done, his pants hung open in a flap.
 
She could see black silk boxers
underneath.
 
“What now?” she asked.

“Pull me out
and stroke me.”

God yes.
 
Finally.

She reached
into his boxers gingerly. Her fingers nudged against his hard penis and he gave
a little low moan of his own.
 
Emboldened, she encircled the root of him with all of her fingers and
tugged his cock out of the hole in his boxers.

“It’s huge,”
she said.
 
And it was.
 
She had only seen two erect penises up
close, and they didn’t compare to this one.
 
She didn’t know if those penises had
been so small, or this one was so big.

Whatever the
case, Red’s must have been twice the size of the others.
 
Her hand barely fit around it, and when
she stroked up the shaft, it was a long motion up and down.
 
His cock was smooth and the head
bulbous, arrogant like him, she decided.

She stroked it
almost curiously, as his breathing became ragged.
 
“Yes, like that,” he told her.
 
“Just like that.”

She watched his
penis as her hand moved slowly up and down.
 
When she got to the head, she began
doing quicker, smaller motions, focusing on that part alone, which seemed to
turn him on.
 
“Does that feel nice?”
she asked him.

“Yes.
 
Now suck it.”

“You want me
to—“

“Put your mouth
on it.
 
And start slowly.”
 
He lay back and allowed her to climb on
top of him.
 

She didn’t know
if she could even fit much of him in her mouth, but she would try her
best.
 
His cock was a little slick
now from his excitement.
 
When she
put her lips on it for the first time, Red cried out.

She worked the
head slowly into her mouth.
 
Her
pussy was drenched.
 

Red’s hands
stroked her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth.
 
His penis was so smooth and it fit her
mouth somehow.
 
She liked having it
in her mouth, she decided.
 
It was
right.
 
More confident now, she
started to go down on him with increasing speed.
 
Her tongue swept up and down his shaft
and head.

Danielle had
once told her a blowjob tip during some silly drunken conversation they’d had
one night at the apartment.
 
“Just
pretend his cock is a Tootsie Pop and you’re trying to get to the chewy
center.”
 

So Nicole took
the advice to heart and did what Danielle had suggested.
 
And it seemed to be working, too.
 

Just as her
mouth and tongue were working fervently and she could sense Red’s urgency
increasing along with her head bobbing up and down, he stopped her.
 
“No.
 
Not yet,” he said huskily.

“I want you to
cum in my mouth,” she said.

“I told you, I
make the decisions in bed.”

“Sorry.”

“Lie on your
stomach.”

She did as he
told her.
 
He began kissing her
back, from her neck all the way down to the curve of her buttocks.
 
All she had on was the skirt.
 
Now he was lifting the skirt up.
 
His hands began to gently massage her
ass, and then he slapped it playfully.

She
moaned.
 
The vibrations were making
her want to cum.
 
His slaps grew
harder.
 
“You’ve been so bad
tonight,” he said.
 
“You still need
a spanking, I think.”

“I do,” she
moaned.
 
She wanted the
spanking.
 

His slaps
became rhythmic, first on one side of her butt to the other.
 
Each slap sent shivers of pleasure
through her pussy.
 
Her nipples
brushed against the soft, silken sheets of the bed.
 

And then his
face was buried in her underside, his tongue expertly licking her wetness.
 
“You taste sweet and perfect,” he said,
as she cried out.

He was
massaging her clit with his hand as he ate her out from behind, sending
shockwaves through her writhing body.
 
Juices poured from her, which seemed to make him suck all the more
greedily.

Finally he
stood up.

“I’m going to
take you now,” he said.

“Yes.
 
Take me, Red.”

Her pussy was
sopping wet.
 
She wondered how it
would be when his huge cock entered her.
 
But she needn’t have feared.
 
Despite the size, he was very slow and cautious.
 
He stroked the head of it against her
lips for quite awhile, taking her to dizzying heights of ecstasy.

She begged him
to go inside but he would not.

Finally she
could take it no more.
 
She stifled
an orgasm.
 
And then he slid into
her from behind.
 
Red filled her up
with his pulsing manhood, at first just pushing the head in and taking it out.

“You’ve got the
tightest pussy I’ve ever felt, Nicole,” he said.
 
“So sweet, so good.”

“I want your
cock pressed all the way in me,” he said.
 
“I want to take all of it.”

He responded my
taking his dick out of her entirely.
 
She turned and looked back over her shoulder.
 
“Why?”

“You know
why.”
 

She flopped her
head back on the bed.
 
Wanting to
scream in anger.
 
Why did he have to
be so damned finicky and picky?
 
He
had to control every last detail.

And she wanted
to come so badly now.

He waited a
while.
 
Her heartbeat began to
slow.
 
She didn’t move or look at
him, she just lay there while he stood and watched her.

Finally he
turned her over onto her back again.
 
He grabbed her skirt and pulled it down, past her feet, threw it on the
floor.
 
“Open your legs.”

She opened
them.
 
He lowered himself onto
her.
 
She grabbed the bottom of his
shirt and used it to pull him into her.
 
At first she thought he might object to this, but he didn’t for some
reason.

He was looking directly
into her eyes as he penetrated her.

She felt like
she was looking into two deep reflecting pools, and she was falling into
them.
 
But she was safe, even as she
fell.

She was sinking
into the depths of pleasure, of total sexual bliss.

His enormity filled
her entirely.
 
He moved slowly in
and out of her.
 
His body was so
strong and he had total control of it, and of her.

She was going
to have a major orgasm.

He knew it and
backed off.
 
Then he began bringing
her to climax, but again—stopped before she could finish.

She was
exhausted from it, but in a good way.
 
Totally spent.

He stared into
her eyes.
 
“I love you,” he
said.
 
“I knew it from the second
you walked into my office that first day.”

She barely
contained her surprise.
 
But then,
from out of her lips; “I love you too.”

He moved into
her, his thrusts quickening.
 
She
locked her legs around him and squeezed him deeply inside, locking him in as
she had the most profound orgasm of her life, or any life she could even
imagine.

He held her as
she cried out, kissed her mouth as she moaned into his—his tongue
penetrated her as he came with her.
 
She could feel him spasming, feel him emptying himself into her.

She had another
orgasm that swept her away, as if to the sea.
 
She was floating in pure happiness.

When they were
done, he lay with her for a while, stroking her hair and kissing her face.
 
“You are so beautiful.”

It didn’t last
long enough.
 
Soon he was up,
buttoning his trousers, straitening and tucking in his shirt, looking like Red
Jameson, CEO, again.

“My shirt’s
ruined,” she said, picking up the tattered cloth at her feet.
 

“I can remedy
that,” he told her, walking to the closet.
 
He opened it.
 
Inside there
were hangers of women’s clothing.
 
Some of it was latex.
 
He
took a white blouse, held it up to the light and glanced at her.
 
“This should do the trick for now.”
 
He tossed it to her.

Nicole made a
face.
 
“This is another woman’s
shirt.”

“Nobody else
has ever worn that.”