by Dark Angel
There are some gasps and I can see Ashley staring straight at me. She's waiting for something. But what?
Does she know?
But why would she be mad if she knew about the sale?
Whatever. Women are weird. If they weren't so distracting I'm sure life would be a lot less complicated.
Anyways, where was I? Right.
"One of the reasons I bought this magazine was to make it what it used to be," I say out loud. "So I purchased it through Kane Acquisitions, which is a publicly traded holding company. That means that I have a fiduciary duty to cut costs and increase revenue to maximize the value for the shareholders. The true owners."
People are beginning to mill around.
Some of them are turning white.
"But cutting costs usually means more than trimming expense account lunches," I say. "In the last few weeks it's meant layoffs."
Now people are shifting from one foot to another. I better start finishing up before they start getting very nervous.
“I’ve had to make some tough decisions and it’s meant that we’ve not only had to freeze hiring, but we’ve also had to let some of us go,” I say and people are starting to blanch. If I don’t finish soon, people might end up getting sick right here. “I think you’ll all agree with me that the morale of everyone has suffered. Am I right?”
A few people are nodding. Good, they’re still listening.
“I’m here to tell you that the people who have been laid off are going to be hired back,” I tell the audience without delay. I’m seriously worried some of them will faint if I don’t get to the end of my speech. “And to get around the fiduciary duty to Kane Acquisitions, I’ve decided to sell Blush magazine.”
Okay, people are confused. So I better add the last bit in.
“I’m selling the magazine to myself,” I say quickly. People are trying to follow along. “With the new owner being me, as opposed to Kane Acquisitions, I personally own the magazine and I personally have a responsibility to myself that I maximize revenues and cut costs…if I want to.”
I think some people are starting to get the picture of what I’m saying. Ashley is completely frozen.
“And with myself as the owner, I have no shareholders to report to, no expenses to justify, and no cost cutting targets to meet,” I say to the group. “We can make the initial investments needed to hire the best reporters, give out better salaries to retain top talent, increase the benefits package, and upgrade our equipment. We can set the stage to make this magazine great again. And then the money will follow.”
Wow, that was a lot to say in one sentence.
But people are understanding now and instead of looking like they’re going to pass out, the peons are smiling.
Oh fuck, I should probably stop calling them peons probably, shouldn’t I?
“I want you to know that I respect this magazine and the people that work there as a family,” I tell the crowd. “And that’s why I decided to sell it to myself. Because I’m taking a bet on our collective future. I hope you guys stick together and join me in it.”
It starts slowly, but someone from the back starts clapping.
Soon another joins in.
And another.
And then before I know it, the whole room is clapping for me.
As they should, actually.
After all, I’m the Wolf of New York.
Ashley is looking at me wonderstruck. I walk off the podium and up to her, but she’s already walking toward me.
“You sold the company…” she starts but I cut her off.
“To myself,” I tell her taking a step closer to her and looking down into her beautiful blue eyes. “So you don’t have to worry about your loyalty to your friends conflicting with your love for me.”
She gives a bit of a squeak.
Honestly, I was hoping for something more. But I give her a second.
“You’re not selling us apart to other people?” she asks again, as if unable to believe it.
“What gave you that idea?” I ask, genuinely puzzled.
“I saw your papers in the office the other day that had articles of sale…” she begins and immediately realizes what she’s saying and blushes.
“You went through my office?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
I should have known it. Poor girl must have thought I was lying to her the entire time.
“I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to…” she says, but I stop her by putting a finger to her lips.
“I would never drive you away, Ashley,” I tell her, lowering my face to hers. “I love you too much.”
It’s like happiness courses through her tiny little body as she takes one step closer and nestles into me.
Ashley looks up at me, and smiles. “I love you too, Apollo,” she says.
And wouldn’t you know it, my cock feels her tight body pressed against mine and starts getting hard.
But I need to control it. What would the people around us who have stopped clapping and are talking amongst themselves say if they saw my giant boner?
“I love you more,” I say to her, trying to get my mind off the insane idea of throwing her on my shoulder and taking her back to my office to fuck her.
“I love you louder,” she says, smiling and reaching for my head.
Our mouths get closer, and we kiss, our tongues exploring each other.
Sure, there’s people around us.
But I don’t mind. It was our love that saved this magazine. So the least it deserves is a kiss, right?
I’m glad you agree.
Ashley
Apollo is still wearing his suit when we hold hands and leave Blush and run out onto the street where he quickly hails us a cab.
Yeah, I know, the irony right? We’re getting in the cab together and I swear, where is his driver?
“You know for someone who has their own car and driver, you sure do seem to take cabs a lot or make do without,” I say as we wait for the yellow cab to pull over. “Now that we’ve met each other, maybe it’s time you get someone more professional, ya know?”
Apollo doesn’t really pay any attention to me.
Okay, well he pays attention, but it’s kinda like a little butterfly flying around an elephant.
Except this elephant is going to be fucking the butterfly, so….bad analogy.
Like I said, the suit is still on as we leave Blush but once we get out of the cab outside of his apartment at One57, we’re holding our clothes on together because our hands have been ALL over the place.
I’m lucky the cabbie was maybe getting a good show and didn’t say anything because I had my hands down Apollo’s pants, jerking him slowly. If he would have cum right there, I don’t care, I probably would have gone down and licked it all up, not worrying where exactly I was at.
We get into his apartment, and the suit coat comes off. Then the shirt gets unbuttoned.
I gasp as I look at his muscles. Yeah, that’s right. Gasp.
I mean, of course, I’m in awe at him all the same—it’s hard not to be, after all. I much prefer him naked, though. No matter how expensive and nicely tailored a suit can get, nothing can beat the rippled muscles underneath his shirt.
I fight against the urge to pinch myself. I know it isn’t a dream, but it all seems too perfect to be true. I have a job and my friends and both are secure for the time being. I was literally rescued by Apollo and I also now have a Prince Charming. I guess happy endings are indeed a real thing.
Apollo looks at me with an edge to his smile. He pushes me back gently and I lay back on the mattress, looking up at him with eagerness. Still grinning, he undoes his tie and takes it out of his collar, unrolling it without taking his eyes off of me.
He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed, the tie in his hands. I immediately know what he wants, and something inside me pulses fiercely in anticipation. I extend my hands and he ropes the tie around them; he then makes me lift my arms and ties my hands to the bed’s overhea
d bar. I test his knot and try to break from it; there is no getting out, I’m his to do whatever he wants to. God, we haven’t even started properly and I’m already as wet as the Pacific.
Climbing on top of me, he kisses my forehead gently, then kisses the tip of my nose and my lips.
“I love you, Ashley,” he simply says, looking at me as if I’m the last woman on Earth.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. It’s such a simple thing to say, almost banal, but I still love the way these words feel in my mouth.
He runs his hands down my body, stopping on my hips I squirm slightly, knowing I’m his to do as he pleases. He unzips the back of my dress very slowly, the dark fabric of my thong already showing a wet patch. I sway my hips from side to side, almost begging for him to touch me there, but he doesn’t do it.
His hand goes to my cheek, caressing it, and he brushes his thumb over my lips. I open my mouth as he does it, and he places his thumb inside my mouth. I suck on it, just a tease of what I can do to him. He runs his fingers down my chin and straight to my cleavage, brushing his fingertips over the curve of my breasts and then continuing down to my stomach. There, he lifts my blouse and slides his hand underneath it, his warm touch against my skin making my throat dry with sweet anxiety. Instead of grabbing my breasts from under the straps of my dress, he takes his hands to my cleavage and, grabbing the fabric there, simply pulls on it and rips my dress apart. I wasn’t expecting it and I moan in surprise, my heart beating inside my chest like an old war drum. He takes his hands to my back and unhooks my bra, making it slide up my arms and pinning it against the overhead bar where the tie is knotted.
I arch my back, feeling my chest heave as if I want nothing more than to feel his touch on my breasts, his fingers grabbing at my nipples. But, again, he doesn’t do it. He stands there, looking at me and running his fingers down the side of my body as I’m going completely crazy. If his plan is to make my head burst in anticipation, it’s working.
He slides my black heels off my feet, gently putting them onto the floor. Then, as meticulously as he did that, he grabs what remains of my dress and pulls it down my legs. I lift my ass up, making it easier for him. Here I am, my arms tied to the bed and wearing only a thong, and still he hasn’t touched me. I can already feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs.
Just fuck me already! I beg him mentally. Or kiss me or… Just touch me, please!
Instead of doing that, he rises from the bed and, turning his back to me, crosses the room and opens a drawer. I can’t see what he’s doing, but when he turns to me he has two rolled ties in his hands and a truly mischievous look in his face, which tells me I’m in for one amazing night, whatever it is that he has in store for me.
He unrolls the ties and, sitting at the foot of the bed, wraps each one of them around my ankles and ties them to the bar, my legs spread wide.
“Apollo…” I whisper, the sound of it almost like a moan as I squirm in place and find my movements very restricted. “I want you now.”
He smiles at me, knowing he’s totally in control. “Patience, love. Goods things come to those who wait.”
“But… I don’t wanna wait… I want you now…” Fuck, I’m truly desperate for his touch. My heart beats so loud in my chest I think it’ll simply end up exploding.
He sits next to me, lowering his head so that his lips are just an inch away from mine. I try to lift my head and kiss them, but I’m tied tightly and can’t reach him. I lay here, neck craned out and parted lips, craving his mouth as he simply grins at me.
“Someone’s very eager,” he says, resting one finger softly over my collarbone and making my skin prickle. Just one touch of his finger and I’m already going mad. He lets his finger slide down, stopping right on the valley between my breasts. I can feel my nipples pulsing, yearning for his touch. But he doesn’t touch them; he traces the contour of my right breast with his index finger, circling around it with only his fingertip smoothly brushing against my skin.
I strain against the ties, closing my eyes and biting on my lip. I can’t believe I’m in such a state when he’s barely touching me.
I let a moan escape my lips as his finger goes over the curve of my breast and circles my rosy nipple without touching it. Then he goes down, going to my other breast and doing the same there. He leans into my breasts and relief washes over me as I think he’ll take his mouth to my nipple; yet, once again he stops just an inch from it, blowing softly. His cool breath on my breast is making me dizzy; I’m sure I’ll go insane if he doesn’t touch me soon. For how long will I be able to endure this?
He takes his hands down my body, hooking the tip of his fingers on my thong. He grabs it gently and it seems that he will pull it down in an instant as he did with my blouse; instead, he simply lowers my thong a miser inch, revealing my tan line. He takes his lips there, brushing them softly against that white line of skin. I try to thrust my hips upward but it’s useless; I can’t move, and I’m at his mercy.
“What do you want, love?” he asks me, taking his fingers up my belly and back to the base of my breasts. “You seem awfully impatient.”
“Apollo, please…” I half moan. “I want… I want it.”
“Want what?”
“I want you… I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me… Please…”
“I will… If you behave.”
“I will… I’ll do anything.”
“Good girl,” he says with a smile, once more grabbing at my thong and pulling it down a few inches so damn slowly. Then, when I’m not expecting it anymore, he grabs at it and pulls it against my outer thigh, tearing it off of my expectant body in a brutish and quick motion.
I can feel his eyes all over me, running from my lips to my heaving breasts, and finding their way between my thighs. He leans into me, laying his lips against my neck, kissing it up and down with so much softness you’d think my neck was made of porcelain. I close my eyes, feeling then the tip of his finger brushing over one of my nipples. It takes just that for me to moan as loudly as if he’s inside of me. If I’m already like this I don’t even want to imagine what it'll be like to have his cock stretching my pussy. This is it, I’m sure I won’t survive the night.
He kisses my chin and goes down to my neck again; this time he doesn’t stop there, though, continuing down to my collarbone and to the base of my breasts, laying gentle kisses around them in a maddening climb to my nipples. I can feel my muscles already twitching, my whole body electrified with the perspective of his tongue on my nipples.
I moan as his tongue touches me, licking in circles around my nipples. When he flicks it at the cherry colored point, I almost think my head will split open; I purse my lips and close my eyes, inundated by a stream of delight.
More, more, more!
He lowers his head and fits my nipple between his lips, sucking on it slowly as his fingers go down my belly and crawl down to my inner thigh. My hips sway of their own accord, my pussy aching and begging to be touched. He takes his time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing, coming close to my pussy, but never actually touching it.
But then he does.
He runs his index finger from the base of my pussy to my clit, brushing against it so softly I can barely feel it, and yet, in such a way that I can’t feel much more than that. There is no pressure on his finger, it feels as light as a feather on me, but as it rubs against my clit it’s as if lightning has struck my body. I convulse, my limbs straining against the ties as I arch my back and thrust my hips upward as ecstasy slaps all my thoughts away.
Apollo presses hard against my pussy then, cupping it and pinning me against the mattress as I succumb to my orgasm. I didn’t know it was even possible to climax like this! It’s absolutely insane, and it only makes me want more. God, I’m hungry for his body, for his cock. It’s a good thing that he doesn’t release me from the ties, or else I would jump on him like some feral cat and claw at his crotch until I could grab his thick, 12-inch cock and ram it deep in
side of me.
Oh, yeah, right now I’m this crazy for him.
“Apollo…” I start, not even knowing what I want to say. “Christ, what was that?”
“That,” he says, smiling at me and leaning in to kiss me, “is what I’d call being in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing.”
“More,” I grin at him, licking my wet lips. “I want more.”
“I may be your boss, but right now I live to fucking serve you, Ash,” he replies, pressing his mouth against mine. I let my tongue reach for his, violently dancing and flicking at it while I tilt my head from side to side. He stops the kiss when he grabs at my hair behind my head, forcing me to tilt it up and bare my neck to him. He kisses it, his mouth then jumping to my breasts and sucking hard on my nipples, all the slow tortuous teasing finally over. His hands squeeze my breasts hard, his touch sending flames of wanton desire down to my drenched pussy.
I’m the wettest I have ever been in my entire life.
I lift my ass up from the bed and rock my hips against the mattress, calling his attention there, begging for his touch between my legs. His hand darts there in a fraction of a second, pinning me down as he cups my pussy, his thumb right above my clit. He presses down on it, rubbing it in circles and making me gasp.
I want to grab his hand and make him finger me, but I’m helpless, all that I can do is moan and beg. Maybe he takes some pity on me, as he starts brushing his finger along my pussy, parting my lips as he does it. Then, in a flash, he slides one finger inside in a hooking motion. I gasp, choking down a loud moan, and he slides in one more finger as he keeps rubbing my clit.
His fingers go in and out slowly at first, stretching and teasing, but they quickly up the pace, coming and going out of me so fast I can’t even tell when they are in or out. He pinches my nipples with the other hand, squeezing them hard between his thumb and index finger as he kisses with the same intensity a drowning man craves air. That fits me just fine, as I crave his lips even more.
I start to push my pussy against his fingers, making him hook them even deeper inside me, and I keep going like that until I start to feel my whole body burn from the inside out, the fire of lust all-consuming and out of control. I come with a loud scream, my limbs flailing and struggling against the ties that bind them.