I smile.
He downplays it, but he’s a nice guy at heart, despite his outwardly asshole appearance.
“Well, I hope Mandy’s having fun working for her,” I tell him. “Even though she can’t be your pet like she wanted to be.”
We pull up to the Alcove, where we’d decided to have Valentine’s Day dinner. In honor of our first real date.
“I’m so glad I met you,” he says, as we are seated. “I can’t believe in the past my tastes would have run more towards the Mandy Calderon type. What was I thinking?”
I laugh.
“Yeah, luckily I came along to save you from your bad taste,” I tell him.
“Seriously, though, Madilyn, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he insists.
“Awwww.”
I’m used to him being sweet now— as well as dominant, possessive and sometimes a bit controlling, which is fine, because sometimes I’m a bit controlling too— but it’s still touching.
Suddenly he’s kneeling down on the floor, looking up at me with that mischievous grin that I love.
“Did you get us a room and drop the key card?” I guess.
There’s no need to get a room, because I spend almost all my time at his house now, and we’ve been talking about moving into together. It will be nice to get away from the house I shared with Jimmy, and all my memories of that loveless, sexless relationship.
But I figure maybe Asher got us a room just to be romantic, and maybe to be able to stay here and have another drink or two without having to worry about driving. Maybe he’s doing the “Oops, I dropped a keycard” game as a throwback to our first date. I assume he’ll look up my dress at my panties and feel me up while he’s down there under the table. And then we can continue the rest of the night just like last time.
I’m excited if that’s true. It would be fun for him to tie me up in the same hotel bed again. But then again, it’s always fun to be with him, no matter where we are.
“No,” he answers me. “I didn’t drop the key card. But I do have this.”
I look down and see him holding up a large diamond ring.
“Oh my God.”
“Madilyn St. Clair, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I exclaim, and everyone in the restaurant looks at us. Only now I don’t care. Now I’m glad that everyone can see me happy and in love… and being proposed to!
“I mean, yes, Boss! I will!”
“She said yes,” Asher announces, picking me up in his strong arms and twirling me around.
“Very good,” says our waiter, and I realize that Asher was announcing it to him and not to just the restaurant in general. He’s the same waiter from last time. “I will bring the Chianti and the tiramisu. You can have dessert first, to celebrate the engagement.”
“This is amazing,” I tell Asher, as I bury my face in his neck and try not to cry. I’m filled with happiness to the point that it flows over in tears.
“I told you you’d changed my life for the better,” Asher says. “And I intend to prove it to you, every single day of my life.”
Sleeping with my boss could have turned out to be a very bad decision. But luckily it has become the best one I’ve ever made. I can’t wait to come to work every day as Mrs. Asher Marks, attorney at law, co- counsel on the most successful cases in the country, and wife and “pet” of the founding partner.
Asher
It’s late when Madilyn and I finish dinner, but there’s still something I want to do.
“We need to go back to the office,” I tell her.
“But why?” she says, slightly tipsy from too much wine. “You have a perfectly nice king size bed at home…”
“Because I want to finish the night where we started off our life together,” I tell her.
Once we get to the Fifteenth Floor, I slide my pass card and take her into my office.
“Now take off your clothes,” I tell her.
“Yes, Boss.”
She shimmies out of her little black dress and stands in her fishnet stocking and fancy lingerie I bought her. I start snapping pictures.
“I once made the decision to make you my only pet for the rest of eternity,” I tell her. “And so I need some pictures of you for my iPad.”
“Yes, Boss.”
And then she says, “Why? Do you need to look at them the next time you run away to the end of the world without me?”
“Oh no,” I tell her. “I’m not going anywhere without you. All of those mountain climbing lessons I’ve been giving you are going to come in handy when we go on a trip.”
“I can’t wait,” she says.
I snap a picture of her happy grin.
“This is a great Valentine’s Day present,” I tell her.
“Oh yeah.” She laughs. “Happy V Day. Thanks for the ring.”
She holds it up and it flashes and sparkles as I take pictures of it.
“I would have given you a V Day card but you already took my V Card.”
“I sure did.”
We both laugh.
She strips down until she’s totally naked, wearing only the engagement ring I had just given her. I snap photos of her until I can’t bear it any more. I need to touch her body. To feel her skin against mine.
I get closer to her and she unbuttons my Oxford shirt.
“I remember the day that I met you, this was all I wanted to do,” she says.
“And I thought you were so sweet and innocent at first.”
She laughs as she unbuttons my pants.
“Boy, did I have you fooled. I had a lot of pent up sexual energy, just needing to find the right direction. Which was towards you.”
“I know,” I tell her. “You didn’t really have me fooled. I saw the way you looked at me. You couldn’t help but blush. You wanted me from the start.”
She nods, as if she can’t bear to speak right now, as if it might ruin the moment. But she’s still looking at me in that shy but eager way that she looked at me during associate orientation.
I push her up against my desk and bend her over, ready to take her again in the same way that I first took her virginity.
“Are you my little pet forever?” I ask her.
“Yes, Boss.”
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Yes?”
“Maybe we need to make a little Asher Marks Junior.”
She turns around and smiles at me.
My heart pounds for a minute, a little scared. I suppose I should have asked her if she wants children before I proposed to her. I have decided I do want them, with her. But even if she doesn’t, I still want her, I’ll just be a bit disappointed.
“What about a little Madilyn Marks Junior?” She asks, and I catch my breath again.
“Fine with me,” I tell her. “I’ll bet she’ll have your beautiful smile.”
“I hope she doesn’t inherit my cankles,” she says. “I hear that’s genetic.”
“You heard all of that from a very unreliable source,” I assure her. “You don’t even have cankles.”
I kiss her neck, her back and I trace my fingers down her side until I feel her skin rising up with tiny goosebumps against my chest and arms.
“You have beautiful ankles that match the rest of your beautiful body,” I tell her.
I bend her over the desk and hold her hands behind her back.
“I love your ankles. And I love all of you.”
“I love you too, Boss,” she says.
I push my cock into her wet pussy, not bothering to worry about a condom this time. Her naked pussy feels so welcoming, so pure and like it’s exactly where I belong.
“I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to fuck you without a condom,” I tell her.
“It sure feels good,” she moans.
I realize she’s already about to come, so I massage her nipples while I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy slowly yet purposefully.
Mmmmm.
She leans more in
to me as my cock swells up even bigger.
Being inside her is the best feeling in the world. And I’m so glad it never has to end now. I can truly take her any time I want, anywhere I want. She’s not only going to be my Pet but my wife.
I hear her moans as she comes and I tell her, “I’m going to come in your pussy, okay?”
“Yes, Boss.”
We come together, my cock pulsing and shooting its cum into her pussy, joining her wetness and making us truly one. And perhaps a family of three. If not now, then hopefully soon.
“I love you,” she says, hanging her head and panting from the force of our combined orgasm. “You’re the best boss ever.”
“I love you too. You’re the best fiancé ever.”
And I used to think I got everything I fucking wanted. Now I’m just glad that I realized what I was truly missing. Madilyn was the one women I was always looking for the entire time.
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Three Billionaires for Valentine’s: An MFMM Menage
Copyright © 2018 by Sierra Sparks and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
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Chapter 1 – Belinda
It was a great day for golf. Sunny, mild, low winds and cold beers. My friend, Franklin, always brought the beer. Carl had joined us as well.
I used to think I had a thing for Carl. He was young and sorta clueless, but every time he bent over to get a ball, I couldn’t help but admire his lean but chiseled physique. Now, though, he was kind of starting to wear on me. I was beginning to think he was too scrawny for my tastes. It must have just been my libido talking— I sure was horny these days.
I thought I could do better than Carl, though. I didn’t mean to brag, but I was one of those curvy girls who worked out every day for this ass. I’d been compared to Reese Witherspoon— okay, people usually said something along the lines of “a chubby Reese Witherspoon,” but it still counted— and my buddy Franklin would phrase it as “an evil Reese Witherspoon.”
I didn’t know about his “evil” comparison. I always thought the original Reese Witherspoon was pretty evil already. Ever see This Means War? It takes a lot to make Tom Hardy look bad in a movie. And as for peoples’ “chubby” comparison— well, no matter how hard I worked out or how well I watched what I eat, I still seemed to have eternal baby chub. But that’s what I’d been told made me look so young and cute, so, I’d learned to love it. If that made me egotistical, I guess you’d have to find me guilty of that charge.
Franklin wasn’t too shabby for a guy in his 50’s. I mean, he was bald with a soul patch, but he was attractive and fit for his age. His ex was an idiot for divorcing him. Franklin was a blast. He drove the golf cart at top speed with one hand and a beer in the other. How could you not admire that?
“All right, let’s start this back nine!” announced Franklin, skidding to a halt. “We should hurry this along. We could run out of beer!”
“Oh, the horror,” I added. “Hand me another brewski, will you Carl?”
“Sure,” he said obediently. “You guys sure drink a lot of beer when you golf.”
“You should try it,” I encouraged. “Loosen up. It’s a golf game.”
“Oh, no thanks,” Carl demurred. “I read that sun and alcohol don’t mix. Plus, I have to drive home later.”
Carl turned away and rifled through the cooler to find me a beer in the ice. Franklin took the moment to mock him behind his back. He pointed to Carl and then made a square with his fingers.
“Buddy, you gotta learn to live life,” said Franklin. “Live every day off like it’s your last.”
“Oh, I might have to head to the office,” Carl admitted. “I’m on call.”
“On call? What are you? A doctor?” said Franklin, sarcastically. “I promise you that whatever those underlings attempt to get you to do today is just shit work no one else wants to figure out how to do themselves.”
“He’s right,” I agreed. “Turn off your phone and pretend your battery died. This is wise advice from an old man.”
“Hey!” objected Franklin. “Don’t tee me off when I’m about to tee off.”
Franklin teed up a ball and then sliced the shit out of it trying to knock it down the fairway. Carl’s phone rang and he stupidly answered.
“Oh, great,” he said, sounding really excited for someone who was answering a work call from the golf course. “I’ll be there within the hour.”
Carl hung up.
“Welp, gotta go,” he announced, not even trying to look sad about it.
“You’re not even going to finish the game?” objected Franklin. “That’s wrong, Carl. Just wrong.”
“I’ll catch you guys next time,” said Carl grabbing his bag. “We have a new employee starting at the office today and that was my brother, saying she just got there. From her LinkedIn pic, she’s smoking hot. Gotta go see if reality matches up with the fantasy.”
I rolled my eyes. That was another thing I didn’t like about Carl: his cockiness.
“Let me drive you back to the clubhouse,” Franklin offered. “Maybe we could get a drink before you go.”
“No, you guys finish the game,” assured Carl. “No time for a drink. See ya.”
Carl hefted his clubs on his rippling shoulders and started walking back to the clubhouse. I used to imagine what it would be like to get manhandled by that clueless musclehead. But now I was over it. I watched him go any way, though. Franklin laughed at me.
“Jesus, why don’t you just wear a sign that says, ‘Please fuck me, Carl’?” joked Franklin. “Be a bit more subtle.”
“What is it with guys that young?” I lamented. “Were you that oblivious?”
“Probably, but he is kinda young for you, let’s be honest.”
I teed up a ball and smacked it down the fairway. I sliced it too, but not as bad as Franklin.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” I admitted. “Carl’s not my type in lots of ways. Not the least of which is that I usually go for older guys.”
“How old?” asked Franklin. “I’m not that old.”
“You must be that drunk,” I kidded, hopping onto the golf cart.
Franklin started to drive us towards the balls. We had teased each other about getting together, but it didn’t seem serious until now. The two of us had great rapport. I was finding it hard to think of a reason why I wouldn’t try and date Franklin, quite frankly. Comparatively, Carl was kind of a moron in my eyes. I mean, I was sure he was right for someone— apparently, he hoped, his newest hire— but I’d decided that that someone wasn’t me. Franklin, on the other hand, had his act together and he was pretty attractive.
“Come on, seriously,” said Franklin on the cart. “It would be fun, you and me, going out. We could always stop if it got weird. Or if it didn’t get weird enough,” joked Franklin.
“Pff! I don’t know, Franklin,” I teased. “I’m not so sure you’d be able to keep up with me. Remember, I’ve seen your golf game.”
“My last girlfriend was younger than you,” reminded Franklin.
“That was your wife and you were high school sweethearts,” I reminded him.
“Still true. C’mon, let’s just have a drink. Alcohol will solve everything,” he promised, eyeing up his shot.
“Fine, but we take this slow. All I’m agreeing to is the drink,” I insisted.
Franklin hacked his ball out of the weeds and onto the green.
“See that?”
said Franklin. “My luck’s already changing.”
We finished the back nine and went up to the clubhouse. Franklin’s buddies, Theo and Miles were there. Theo was in his 30’s, kind of a smooth operator, but a bit of a workaholic. He reminded me a bit of a white Jimmy Smits. Miles was in his 40’s, but shot out of a cannon. People said he should do stand up because he had an air of a class clown about him. The drinks in the club house were margaritas.
“Belinda, did you lose weight?” asked Theo with a smile. “Not that you would need to.”
“Well, she’d have to drop the two hundred pounds of shit sitting right next to me,” kidding Theo, referring to Franklin. “Or is it, two twenty?”
“Screw you, Theo,” growled Franklin. “I didn’t see you on the links today. Still trying to find your putter?”
Theo had thrown his putter into the lake a few weeks ago. The other guys never let him forget about it. You know how guys are. Always trash talking about this or that, even when they were friends.
Franklin was trying to press his luck with me, now that I opened the door to a possible romantic relationship. I guess Theo and Miles must’ve sensed what was going on. I got the distinct impression they upped their flirting game. Guys. So competitive, right? But, hey, who doesn’t love the attention, right?
Still, Franklin and I were at least six beers and two margaritas deep. Guess he forgot his friends were vying for my attention too, because he just suddenly made a move.
“Hey Belinda,” said Franklin. “Carl and Clayton’s office is throwing this Christmas party. You want to go with me?”
Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but he had added the words “with me” to that question. That meant as a couple, clearly. I wasn’t ready. I flinched.
“Only if Theo and Miles can come,” I bantered back.
Oh, God. I was drunk. Sorry, Franklin. Fortunately, he was drunk too, so while he gave me a confused look, he agreed.
Chapter 2 –Belinda
The day of the Christmas party, I was in a weird mood. I basically had a date with three guys. Sure, I’d gone out in groups before, but this didn’t feel that way. This felt like a date with four people. Was this weird? Would people know? They couldn’t know, right?
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