The Billionaire's Intern

The piercing call of the alarm penetrated my fitful dreams. As I groggily hit the button and started to come to life, I realised with a thrill that the big day was finally here. It was the first day of my internship at Steelcorp and I was racked with nerves.

In all honesty, the cut-throat world of business wasn't an environment that came naturally to me. Left to my own devices, I wanted to be an actress. I loved the feeling of losing myself in the moment, shedding my personality and trying on another for size. But my parents wanted me to have a solid career and a reliable income. So, big-business interning it was to be.

As I dragged myself to the shower and turned the water on, my phone buzzed. A text from the guy I'd been casually dating, Tyler, wishing me good luck. Good luck! It wasn't good luck I wanted from Tyler, it was a good fuck. He was a nice boy, but shy, and my signals that I wanted to take the relationship further didn't seem to be getting through to him....

I stepped into the hot stream of water and began to soap myself. As I did, I wondered what it would be like to have a man explore my body, and do all the things I couldn't do to myself. To kiss and lick my nipples, and to use his tongue in that hot, wet, secret place between my legs.

I slid a finger between my moist folds and found the sweet spot. As I rubbed it gently, I imagined what it might be like to handle a cock. I'd seen porn, but that doesn't tell you what it feels like to run your hands over that swollen member, to take it in your mouth and between your legs...

My breath shortened as my fingers worked quicker. I could feel my own juices mixing with the hot jet of water, as the throbbing, sweet ache between my thighs intensified and pulsated. Gasping, I felt the explosion of pleasure as I reached my climax.

The warm afterglow of release flooded through me, and I resolved to overcome Tyler's shyness and encourage him to take me. He was picking me up after work, so that we could celebrate my first day. With this in mind, I dressed accordingly.

The delicate white blouse that I chose was slightly sheerer than my usual wear, just enough that a careful observer could see the filmy lace of  my expensive new bra. The skirt, too, was ever so slightly more fitted, and if I leaned over, it clung to my curves and gave a hint of the matching panties. I looked in the mirror – still a professional   image overall, but with a secret sexiness that was just for me.

As Orientation Morning unfolded, a sick feeling lodged in the pit of my stomach. It was becoming very clear that I was way out of my depth. The other interns were all so much more experienced and confident. They talked fast, loudly and over each other, clamouring to be heard. Acronyms and terms I'd never heard of were bandied about.

I looked desperately to see if anyone else seemed as lost as I was, but none of them looked nervous or unsure. Intimidated, I became quieter and quieter in the group sessions, hoping to fade into the background and go unnoticed.

But, after a solitary lunch in the break room, the session leader pulled me aside and asked me to report to the top floor. Nobody else was spoken to, so it could only mean one thing. I was going to be canned half way through my first day.

I blinked back tears as the elevator glided smoothly up, imagining the look of weary disappointment on my parent's faces when I told them. The tears nearly turned to sobs when I remembered the theatre job that I'd turned down in order to take this internship.

Stepping out of the elevator, I tried to regain my composure. There was a nameplate on the imposing double doors in front of me – Michael Steel. What? Michael Steel was the founder of Steelcorp, and the darling of the tabloid gossip pages. A self-made billionaire, he was famous for being utterly ruthless in business, and a jet-setting playboy in his personal life. He was often photographed lounging on huge yachts with supermodels and minor royals. Why on earth would it fall to him to fire the useless intern? Swallowing my nerves, I knocked on the door.

“Come in...” a cultured, masculine voice called out.

I stepped into the plush, opulent office, and there, standing behind the desk was the most attractive man I had ever seen, gazing intently at me. He was handsome in the press photos I'd seen, in a wealthy, athletic way, but in the flesh he was so much more. He was tall, much taller than me, and well built. The few silver flecks in his jet-black hair enhanced his look rather than detracted from it, and his expensively-cut suit gave the image of a powerful, confident man. The sheer magnetism of him was mesmerising.

As he slowly looked me up and down, I was shocked to find my body reacting to the scrutiny. I blushed as I felt my nipples harden under my blouse, and, yes, a definite tingling deep down in the place I didn't really have a name for. Why was I reacting like this? I wasn't here on a date, I was here for.....what, exactly?

“Please, have a seat.” He gestured towards the seat in front of the desk.

Trying to compose myself, I hastened to the chair. Mr Steel remained standing, forcing me to gaze up at him. The thought flashed into my mind that, unlike Tyler, this was a man who wouldn't have to be teased and coerced into sex.

Embarrassed again, I struggled to pull my thoughts back to some sort of professionalism. He looked faintly amused as he continued to stare. Could he tell that I was attracted to him? The silence was too tense for me to bear.

“Mr Steel..” I began.

“Please, call me Michael” he interrupted.

“Michael. My name is....”

“I know your name, Cassie. I watched the videotape of your interview, I spoke to your session leader not long ago, and I've just been looking over your file.” He gestured to the sparse document that represented my entire fledgling career. “I have to say, you aren't the kind of candidate we usually look for here.”

Despite the fact that he was listing my faults in the run up to firing me, I couldn't help but notice that his voice was like honey poured over ice. Sensual, but strong and dangerous.

“You're not Steelcorp material. We value confidence and experience. But I...on the other hand...” As his voice trailed off, I finally worked up the courage to look into his eyes. What I saw there looked very much like desire. This man, this powerful, sexual man, was looking at me as if I was a goddess.

“...I think that you're so much more than you realise, Cassie. I want you to be my personal intern, but I don't want to teach you about business. I want to explore you, and open your eyes to a whole new world.”

Now I was completely confused! Was he saying what I thought he was saying, or was I just interpreting it as sexual because of my attraction to him? Surely, he wouldn't want me. This was a man that could have any woman in the world.

“I....I'm sorry....I don't understand exactly what you mean.” I managed to stutter.

Michael laughed. “I want to fuck your brains out. Well, and often. In every way you can think of, and quite a few that you can't.”

I was shocked. Was this a joke? “You don't even know me!” I said.

“I know people, Cassie. It's what's got me where I am today. I can look at someone in the boardroom, in the street, even on an interview videotape, and see the secrets they try to hide from themselves. When I saw you, I saw someone who has been playing the nice girl for so long, she thinks that's who she really is. But deep down underneath, you have a raw sensuality just waiting to be unleashed, and a taste for sex that.....complements my own.”

I was still completely stunned. “But what about the internship? And what about your supermodels?” I said, regretting the embarrassing words as soon as they left my mouth.

He smiled, and despite my reeling brain, part of me noticed how his eyes sparkled as he did so. This man, this incredible man, really did want me sexually!

“The supermodels are part of the image. Between you and me, dating a supermodel isn't as fun as it looks. I like a real woman. And, as far as the internship goes, what I'm proposing is this. You'll leave the Steelcorp programme, and work directly for me here, in this office. But your job description, your only duty is to do exactly what I tell you to do. And, just so we're completely clear, those duties
will
be sexual.”

I could barely take it in. He wanted me to be some sort of prostitute for him? Who did he think he was? “I think you're mistaken,” I said icily, “I'm not a whore. I'm a nice girl.”

He seemed unperturbed. “I see. Of course, you can leave this office, continue with your internship, and see how far you go. Declining my offer won't affect your performance reviews. But  before you decide, just think about this – what has being a nice girl brought you so far, in life? Is your life a fairy tale?”

I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, but his last comments made me pause. What
had
being a nice girl brought me? I had obediently followed my parent's wishes, even though I really wasn't cut out for the corporate world. I had abandoned my dreams of acting. I had my sort-of boyfriend that wouldn't lay a finger on me. And that was it. No stories, no wild adventures to look back on and smile about. I'd never taken a chance, always playing it safe.

“I'll stay here, in the office.” I found myself saying.

He smiled warmly. “You won't regret it, Cassie, you have my word.”

He leaned over and tenderly stroked my face, running his finger gently over my bottom lip. Slowly, he bent forward and kissed me softly, and I felt any lingering resistance melt away. Passion swelled in me, and I began to return the kiss, tentatively raising a hand and running it though his inky black hair.

In a flash, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing, and seated me on his desk, his kisses growing more urgent and passionate. His hands went to my breasts, and I felt waves of desire as he caressed them firmly. I gasped aloud as his strong thumbs moved over my hard nipples.

Abruptly, he pulled away. “That's what you expected, isn't it? Romantic passion? Two hearts beating as one?” he smirked. “Anyone can show you that. That's not special, it's ordinary. And I've never been interested in ordinary.”

His words created a thrill of dread and desire in my belly. He sat in the chair I had just vacated, a lascivious expression on his handsome face.

“Strip for me. You don't have to make a show of it, just take everything off.”

I could feel myself beginning to blush, as I fumbled with the buttons of the filmy blouse. His stare was like a laser, seeing every part of my skin as it was exposed. Dropping it to the floor,  I hesitantly started on my skirt zipper. Even fully undone, the skirt was fitted enough that I had to ease it over her hips, wriggling self consciously, before it fell to the floor and puddled around my feet.

I cautiously stepped out of the circle of fabric, my thoughts torn between feeling utterly exposed, and glad that I was wearing the expensive matching set of underwear. Then I stopped, not quite daring to take the next step.

“Keep going, Cassie. As lovely a sight as you are, that's not what I want to see right now.”

With shaking fingers, I reached behind my back to unhook the bra clasp. Immediately I felt it loosen, but it was still covering me. This was, I thought to myself, the very last moment that I could  take this back. Just get dressed and walk away.

I looked at him, saw the expression of lust and desire written across his chiselled features, and shrugged the bra away. He cocked an eyebrow at me expectantly, and I pushed the white lace panties down my legs, painfully aware that as I bent over, my breasts wobbled, free from their restraints. I stepped out of my sensible heels and straightened, finally naked.

The urge to cover myself with my hands was almost overwhelming, but I kept my arms by my sides. I wasn't ashamed of the way my body looked, but being scrutinized like this was like having a layer of skin removed. I felt vulnerable and exposed. And incredibly turned on. My legs were shaking so badly that I was worried that I might fall down, but at the same time, the wetness between my legs was growing, as shame and desire and humiliation and arousal swirled within me.

I tried to look at him, but found that I couldn't quite meet his eye. But gazing lower, I saw the tell-tale disturbance in his trousers as his cock pressed against the expensive fabric.

“You have a beautiful body, Cassie” he said. “Come here, and kneel for me.”

I obeyed, glad of the relative coverage that the kneeling position provided. Once down, I found myself face to face with the bulge that strained towards me.

“Do you like sucking cock, Cassie?” he asked gently.

“I've....I've never....I don't know if I like it” I stuttered.

He chuckled as he unfastened his pants. “Never? Well, well, there's a first time for everything. Keep your hands down, by your sides. I'll show you how I like it.”

He reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. Fully exposed, Michael tenderly ran his hand through my hair, unfastening the severe bun and gently holding the back of my head. His huge rod was inches away from my face, and my gaze was fixed upon it. It was thick, with veins snaking along its length and I could see a few drops of pre-cum on the bulbous head.

He guided my head towards him, closing the gap, and with his other hand brought his swollen member to my lips, rubbing the tip back and forth, smearing the pre-cum over my mouth. As he pressed harder, I parted my lips and took his length in my mouth, instinctively pursing my lips around his girth. It was huge. My mouth felt filled up, and there was probably only half of it in!

He started to slowly slide my head back and forth along his length, each time pushing it just a bit further in. I could taste the pre-cum, and it was salty but not unpleasant. I looked up at him. His expression was filled with lust, and he groaned as he began to pick up the pace. I gagged as his engorged head hit the back of my throat, but Michael kept thrusting away.

As he fucked my face, I could feel the wetness between my legs begin to trickle down my thighs. Part of my mind couldn't believe what was happening. I had gone from being worried that I was the least business-minded intern in the intake, to being stripped naked and sucking on the CEO's cock.

Michael pushed deeper and deeper, his breath sounding deeper and more ragged. I thought I couldn't take any more without choking, but then his cock started to spasm, and a thick river of salty cum began spurt out and fill my mouth.

“That's it, swallow it all...” he groaned, and I gulped his seed down.

He grinned as he sat back in the chair, releasing his grip on my head. “Not bad, for a first-timer. But...I wonder how much you enjoyed it?”

I blushed, unable to answer. I had found it incredibly erotic, but somehow, it felt like voicing this would be shameful.

“No answer, huh? Well....” he lifted me back onto the desk, but this time pushed me down so that I was lying on my back. “There are other ways to tell.” He parted my thighs, exposing my juicy sex. “I think you enjoyed it quite a bit.”

I gasped as he ran a gentle finger over the folds of my labia. My whole body yearned for more, to twist up and rub myself against him. He began to slowly massage my juicy pussy, and when his thumb flicked over my swollen clit, I let out a moan.

He bent his head and began licking me with his tongue, running the tip along the soft, wet folds. I shuddered with delight as his lips found my clit and started to suck it gently, at the same time sliding a finger inside my willing hole. I could feel the orgasm building inside me as he worked away, sucking and licking. My moans grew louder and my hips began to buck. In response, he intensified his pressure, and I exploded, grinding my pussy against his tongue as the orgasm ripped through me.

Breathless, I lay on the desk, feeling unable to move from the power and intensity of what I had felt. But before I could recover myself, he had flipped me onto my stomach! Now I was face down, bending over the desk, with my ass raised and my soaking pussy exposed to him. The combination of my intense orgasm and being unable to see what he was about to do next made my skin feel so sensitive, it was as if was stretched tighter. I could feel goosebumps all over my body as I waited, breathlessly.

His hands touched me, caressing the curves of my ass, and I nearly jumped from the shock and longing. Suddenly I felt a stinging pain as he delivered a firm slap to my round cheek. A warmth spread though my entire butt as he spanked me a few more times, the combination of sting and pleasure driving me into a frenzy. Then he brushed against me, and I realised he was hard again. I felt the head of his cock against me, pressing against my virginity.

“God, you're so tight” he said thickly, as the pressure increased.

With a sharp thrust, he was inside me, and I felt an intense pain as his thick member filled and stretched me until I thought I would burst. But, as he began to slide in and out, the pain gave way to pleasure, and I felt my pussy contract around his hard cock with each stroke, pulling him in deeper. My nipples were grazing the polished wood of the desk, rubbing back and forth and adding to the sensations. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked my head back sharply.

The thought of how I must look, naked on the desk, being completely dominated by this handsome, powerful man nearly pushed me over the edge and I felt another orgasm beginning to build. His pace increased, until he was slamming into my pussy, showing no mercy at all as he fucked me. He slapped my ass cheek, harder than before, a sharp sting that took my breath away.

“Beg me to cum in you” he grunted, sliding his hand round and finding my clit.

“Please,” I pleaded, as waves of pleasure hit me, “Please, cum in my pussy.”

His fingers drumming on my clit as he relentlessly thrust into me was too much for me to bear, and I climaxed again, moaning incoherently as I lost all control. As the waves of bliss flooded through me, he twisted his finger tighter into my hair. I felt his cock pulsate inside my tight walls as he spurted his hot load deep inside me, filling me with his seed.

Deeply satiated, I crumpled against the desk when he released his grip on my hair. He pulled his member out of my destroyed pussy, and I felt his cum and my own juices dripping down the inside of my thighs. I turned to look at him. He had fastened his pants, and was once more the suave businessman, whereas I was naked, breathless, covered in cum, and trembling with post-orgasmic exhaustion.

“You, my love,” he said, smiling broadly, “are going to be an excellent intern.”

Afterwards, he let me use the bathroom in his office to clean myself up. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I realised that I was no longer the same girl that had touched herself in the shower, dreaming of shy boys and getting ahead in business. That reminded me. I pulled my phone from my bag and texted Tyler.

“No need to meet me after work tonight, the boss has offered me a ride home and I can't really say no....”

The End.