Crave Me: A Billionaire Boss Romance

by Amy Brent

  “Lean forward and put your palms flat on the glass.” He didn’t give me much of an option and instead pushed me forward against the glass, my back arched and my legs spread

  I did as I was told, trying to keep myself upright. He was driving me absolutely mad and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. The feeling of utter helplessness when it came to James, was starting to become a familiar feeling. Everything he did to me pushed me closer and closer to the edge of losing control. Sure, I was young, but I was the type of person who prided myself on always being in control. James took all that away. When he touched me, or kissed me, I felt like a caged animal, ready to be let loose. He freed me of my inhibitions and fear.

  “Stay right there, baby girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” The words came out breathless and easily. I absolutely adored this man and everything he did to me. I would be happy to do anything he asked of me.

  His footsteps got further and further away, but I knew he was still in the room with me. As he came back, I could hear metal on metal. I glanced over my shoulder and watched him roll something around in his hand.

  “W-What’s that?”

  He didn’t answer me and instead, stepped forward and gently pushed two small metal balls inside of me. I gasped and let out a surprised noise. His fingers were just barely inside of me, holding the balls in place. He smirked and leaned up into my ear.

  “Don’t drop them.”

  My entire body flushed and I moaned as his hands started to run over my thin frame once again. He paused at my breasts watching my face in the mirror as he took one of the pink nubs between his fingers and rolled them between his rough fingers. I moaned and arched my back, gasping softly as his fingers danced along my belly and hips. His free hand found its way between my legs and one of his fingers started to rub slow circles on my clit, lighting every nerve in my body on fire and making it damn near impossible to hold those stupid balls in place. He was taking his time. He wanted to drive me crazy, and the worst part about it was that I wasn’t going to complain.

  Each skilled, practiced movement made me arch into his touch and beg. I wanted more. I wanted everything James was willing to offer. He kissed my shoulders and spine, his eyes focused on my face in the mirror. I could tell that he was just as eager as I was and I prayed that he’d get tired of teasing me and take me soon. I wanted him desperately.

  “Daddy! Daddy, please!” I cried out, my legs shaking.

  He smirked and started to rub me faster, pinching my nipple hard. “Please what?”

  The pinch made me squeal and my face flushed as the balls slipped from me and hit the floor with two tell tall thuds. He clicked his tongue and pushed me forward, pressing my face into the mirror. Clear, thick fluid ran down my inner thigh as a testament to how much I wanted him.

  “Daddy. Daddy…I’m sorry.”

  “You did good, baby girl. Now it’s time for your reward.”

  Without warning or hesitation, he slid two fingers inside of me and started thrusting them in and out of my warm, waiting body. He stretched me open, working me in the way only he knew how.

  “You liked being fucked, don’t you? I saw you with that cock inside you. You think that store bought cock feels better than me?”

  “No! No, Daddy!” I cried, my mouth dry and my words desperate.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “F-Fuck me?”

  “Louder.”

  “FUCK ME!”

  His ministrations were pulling sobs of pleasure from me as heat coiled in my belly. He pulled his fingers out of me, leaning over and biting my shoulder. “Stay put, baby girl.”

  James pulled away from me just long enough to strip out of his suit and leave it in a useless pile beside the small puddle I’d created. His chiseled body was revealed to me for the first time and I could not stop myself from moaning and licking my lips, looking up at him with hungry eyes.

  “Make me yours.”

  I was offering myself to him, and I knew he wasn’t about to turn it down. He leaned over me and stroked my midnight curls back, the scent of our lovemaking mixing and creating a heavy musk that lingered in the air. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave anger little red marks. Hell, maybe I’d even bruise in the morning. I loved the shot of pain that ran through me as his grip became almost too tight to bear. He was so damn strong.

  I barely had time to process it before he slid into me, his cock filling me completely. It was better than I ever could have imagined. He stretched me open in the most delicious way possible and when he finally started to move, it was like seeing heaven. My fingers curled against the glass as he thrusted in and out of me, his hips slapping into mine. The sound echoed through the entire room, only adding to the atmosphere he’d meticulously created.

  My eyes were fluttering closed and desperate sounds of pleasure forced themselves past my lips. He wasn’t going easy on me and I was more than thankful for it. I wanted to be sore when morning came.

  “Daddy. Oh fuck!” I gasped, curling a fist against the mirror as my hips rocked back against his, meeting each movement.

  Heat was curling in my belly and the tension was tightening. Each thrust twisted it even more and soon enough I knew it was going to snap. All it took was for him to tangle his fingers in my hair and yank my head back, nipping at the back of my neck. The bite made stars explode behind my eyes as the coil in my belly finally snapped and liquid heat filled my entire body.

  I screamed ‘daddy’ before going limp, silently thankful that he was holding me up, still slamming his hips into mine. I whimpered with each thrust and finally, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, he came deep inside me, filling me up completely until the pearly liquid ran down my leg, mixing with my own fluids on the wood floor.

  As I looked down at the mess, all I could muster was a small ‘oh’. I felt compelled to clean up the mess. I felt like it would be my job, but before I could sink to my knees to try and clean it up, James swept me up in his arms once more and carried me to the bed, laying me out on the bed and kissing my face.

  “Are you okay, baby girl?”

  A giggle slipped out and I nodded quickly. “Yeah…I’m…wow. I’m amazing.”

  He chuckled and kissed me tenderly. “Good. I was afraid I was a little too rough on you.”

  I shook my head and sighed. “No, Daddy. It was perfect.”

  He moved to lay beside me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. “Good. All I want is for you to be happy, baby girl.”

  I sighed and cupped his cheeks gently. “Then you’re doing a damn fine job.”

  “That good, huh?”

  “That good,” I confirmed, pressing my forehead to his chest. His heart was beating just a little faster than normal and I couldn’t help but smile, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m tired, Daddy.”

  “Go to sleep, baby girl. You can clean up the mess in the morning.”

  I sighed and nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  I barely got the words out before I fell into a deep sleep, wrapped up in James’ arms; my new favorite place.

  Chapter Seven

  The next month went by fast. Too fast. James started taking more time off work in order to spend time with me. We both knew that I would have to go back to school soon, but neither of us seemed willing to acknowledge it. Of course we both knew that I was only an hour away, but that didn't really make it any easier.

  In the month I'd spent with James, I'd gotten used to serving him. Part of our agreement was that I'd cook for him, clean for him and do all the other things you might expect a house wife to do.

  It might sound awful and maybe even demeaning, but the truth was that I loved doing it. There was a part of me that was fulfilled when I served James. He was quickly becoming my whole world and I wasn’t sure whether I should be alarmed by that or not. I knew I loved him, but for some reason, I couldn’t make myself say it. I couldn’t get the words past my lips.

  James made me feel like a
woman. He was the man I’d needed all along not realizing that I’d been running around with boys. I didn’t want to go back to my old life on campus. I knew I would miss James too much, but as much as I begged, he insisted that I stay on campus. He wanted me to have a true college experience. He didn’t want to take anything away from me.

  “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

  James was looking at me intently from across the dorm room as he set my suitcase on the lifted bed. I’d once considered myself lucky for getting a private down, but now it just felt lonely. I crossed the room and wrapped my around around his strong frame, my hand sliding into the back of his khaki’s pockets.

  “I don’t want you to leave.”

  He sighed and put his hand on the back of my head, kissing my hair gently. His lips lingered and for a moment I thought he might feel sorry for me and take me back home where I belonged. I should have known better.

  James pulled away and gripped my shoulders, squeezing them like he used to do when I was a kid. It was always the same. He’d reach out, squeeze my shoulders and give me the pep talk I needed. I’m not sure why I thought it would be any different now.

  “We talked about this, Aria.”

  “Don’t…Don’t call me that,” I pleaded, tears in my eyes.

  He ran his thumb across my cheek, gently wiping the tear away. “You’ll see me in a week, baby girl.”

  “But who’s going to cook for you and do your laundry and kiss you when you get home?!” I insisted. I knew I was starting to whine, but I couldn’t help it. I was upset and I just wanted him to take me home.

  “I’ll manage on my own, and so will you,” he said firmly. “I know you want to stay with me, baby girl, and at the end of the semester we’ll talk about it again, but for now, I want you to stay here and keep up with your school work, alright?”

  “I can keep up with it at home,” I murmured, looking down at the floor.

  “Baby girl…”

  “I know, daddy…I know,” I said, rubbing my arm. “You want me to have a social life.”

  “Exactly. There’s a lot for you to gain by staying here. You can network, meet new friends.”

  I started to open my mouth and argue. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to meet new friends. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to spend my free time curled up beside him while the fire roared to life in the fire place. I wanted him to hold me every night and kiss me every morning, but I knew that if I argued anymore I might get myself in trouble. He was being gentle with me because he knew I was upset, but even his patience only went so far.

  “Alright, Daddy. I’ll stay.”

  He nodded and pulled me into his arms where I went limp and held him tight, not wanting to let go. I knew it was only a week, but it felt so much longer than that. He finally pulled away and kissed my cheek, smiling gently.

  “You’ll be alright, baby girl. I’ll see you Thursday night, alright?”

  “You’re going to come pick me up.”

  “Of course.”

  I nodded and took a step back, watching as he gathered his things and started towards the door. He stopped short and turned towards me, “I almost forgot,” he said idly, walking over to me and handing me a little package.

  I tore into the pink and gold paper, smiling when I saw the book he’d had made. The cover was rose gold, my favorite color, and inside the binder-like book was laminated copies of our contract as well as a few sheets that had our rules written in his beautiful cursive. The last section was journaling paper.

  “I want you to start journaling your thoughts about all of this.”

  “All of what?”

  “Our new relationship. I want you to write down things that you want and things that intrigue you.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. We’re going to move forward with our training on the weekends, but during the week, I expect you to really think about what you want from this.”

  I smiled and set the book on my desk, running over to him and throwing my arms around him, kissing him until my lungs ached for air. I pressed my forehead to his and sighed. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Anything to see my baby girl smile.” He offered one more kiss before finally leaving the room for good.

  I watched him go with an aching sadness, but at least I knew I only had to wait a week to see him. My new diary would keep me company until then. It wasn’t as good as Daddy, but it was something and at least it was some kind of comfort.

  In the evenings when I knew I was alone, I would set at the tiny, school assigned desk and stare at the empty pages, trying to think of what I wanted from our relationship. I honestly didn’t know the answer to that question. I wasn’t even sure what this relationship was all about. I knew I had a lot to learn and I was going to make James proud when we met up again.

  The next few months flew by and the weeks I was alone get easier and easier. When I was alone I researched relationships like mine and read contracts that people had posted online. The more I read, the more I began to understand the kind of things I wanted and when I finally presented them to James, he’d beamed and practically glowed with pride.

  The things I wanted were simple. I wanted to be loved, cherished, protected and fulfilled. They were all things that I knew James could give me. Hell, he already fulfilled most of those wishes. I’d never considered asking for these things out of a relationship. I’d always thought I’d just settle for whatever I could get, because I didn’t think I’d ever be able to be with someone as amazing as James.

  Now that things were much different, I was willing to expect more from my lover. I held James to a higher standard because I knew he was an amazing man. I wanted our relationship to be everything I dreamed it would.

  My school life didn’t suffer either. I knew he’d be disappointed in me if I slacked off with my studies or stopped going to group events, so I made sure to stay active. At first it felt like a chore when all I wanted was to be with him, but eventually I fell back into my own routine and I was managing to balance school, social activities and my romantic life. It was a delicate balance, but I managed.

  I would go home every weekend and while my roommate was curious as to what had changed to make me want to go home so much, she never pushed me, and I was glad for that. I wasn’t embarrassed of James by any stretch of the imagination, but I was worried that people wouldn’t understand. Nothing we were doing was illegal, but I could see where it would make people uncomfortable. I didn’t want our relationship to cost him clients or make his life any harder, so I stayed silent about it.

  Every day I was learning to be a better person, a better lover and a better submissive. My life was perfect as far as I could tell. I never wanted it to change, but if life had taught me anything, it was that good things didn’t last forever.

  Chapter Eight

  The morning sickness started as the harsh of winter really started to set in. February was always the coldest month and with it typically came seasonal depression and body aches. I’d never actually gotten ill from the weather before, though.

  Every morning, I’d stumble out of bed and run for the bathroom, heaving until everything I’d eaten the night before came up. The sickness made me shake and left me feeling exhausted. All I could do was lean up against the wall and ensure my worried roommate, Luna, that I was okay. She never quite believed me, but that was okay. She meant well and I knew she was worried, but I didn’t like having people fret over me.

  I chalked the sickness up to stress. After all, a lot of things in my life were changing. Maybe my body had finally caught up and was trying to purge all of the subconscious stress. That was the excuse I came up with, anyway and I was going to stick with it. It was better than the alternative.

  Luna tried to convince me to go to the school’s health center, but I refused. I didn’t want to find out what was really wrong, even though I knew I’d have to deal with the reality of it sooner or later. I insisted I was alright and went on with my life.
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br />   James came and picked me up that Friday, like he did every other day and smiled at me. He reached out and took my hand, placing a gently kiss to the back of it and I blushed. “I missed you, Daddy.”

  His hand cupped my cheek tenderly and he nodded. “I missed you too baby girl.”

  I chewed my bottom lip, trying to hide my excitement. I was always excited to go back home with James, but this weekend was especially exciting. Valentine’s day had been on Tuesday and since we couldn’t be together for it, he promised me something special when I finally got home.

  “You look excited to see me.”

  “I’m always excited to see you, Daddy,” I pointed out, putting my hand on his thigh and squeezing.

  He chuckled as he pulled out of the brick round about in front of my dorm. “You don’t have to pretend, baby girl. I know why you’re excited.”

  “Oh?”

  He leaned into my ear, his warm breath grazing my neck and making me shudder with excitement. “You know I’m going to make you cum over and over and over again.”

  I didn’t realize I was holding my breath and squeezing his thigh. I let the breath out slowly and turned so that our lips grazed each other’s “Yes, Daddy.”

  “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

  I took advantage of the red light we were at and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing a wet kiss to his neck. “And you’ll carry me around like a princess?”

  He chuckled and nodded as the car rolled forward. “Of course I will.”

  We continued our playful teasing and touching until we got to the house. Once we were inside, however, I was in submissive mode. I turned slowly and looked up at him with heavy eyes as I removed his coat for him, hanging it in the closet.

  “Good girl. You’re always so good.”

  “Only for you, Daddy.”

  He groaned happily and grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head slowly and folding it, placing it carefully in my waiting arms. This was our routine. In the house, I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. James would strip me as naked as he wanted me, sometimes leaving me in panties, but most of the time leaving me in nothing. He stacked each piece of clothing in my arms and I took them to my bedroom before returning and waiting for him patiently.