by Carrie Kelly
His mouth clamped over my slit, suckling it and tickling it relentlessly until stars flashed before my eyes. Writhing and trembling on the bed, I buckled my hips into his face as I reached my peak.
“That’s number two for the night,” he groaned and removed his fingers, licking my juices from them with relish. “Let’s make it three.”
My breasts heaved, my body slick with sweat and desire – all mixing together into the best combination I’d ever known.
The weight of his body pressed against mine, his hard pectoral muscles scorching my flesh with feverish heat.
I yanked at my wrists, yearning to run my fingers through his hair or touch the rough edge of his handsome cheek.
“Do you want me to untie you, Alicia?” he asked with a bemused smile on his lips.
“Yes,” I panted, pushing my breasts flush against his body.
“Well, I can’t do that. It’s part of your punishment,” he said and slipped off his slacks and boxers.
Then, without a word, he positioned himself and thrust his hardened shaft inside. My pussy still hadn’t recovered from his earlier onslaught a moment before. Each thrust wet me further, sent shocks of pleasure shooting down my legs and up into my chest.
His lips smashed against mine, and I gasped and kissed him as best I could. Our mouths and bodies merged together in a fit of lust so complete I could fathom nothing else. Every ruthless thrust filled me completely, his body slamming into mine as I spread my legs as wide as I could to accommodate him.
“Alicia,” he groaned between kisses. His teeth nipped my swollen lips and his hands pinched my hardened nipples until I couldn’t take it any longer.
The first swat landed on my ass. With each powerful entrance, Dorian spanked my hip and my bottom. His hand singed my body – the stinging ache filling me with the final untapped desire.
Thrust. Spank. Thrust. Spank.
The room filled with a chorus of our lovemaking. The heavy pants of our breath. The smacking of flesh against flesh and the rich scent of our mingling sweat.
I pulled at my binds. My vision blurred. In that moment I couldn’t think of anything besides the assault on my body – my beautiful surrender to him.
Then, just as my body reached its third orgasm for the night, his back stiffened, his seed emptying inside me. The heat filled my hungry sex, and I relished in the release. I arched my breasts into his chest and our mouths melted together in a fervor I’d never experienced before.
As the waves of pleasure slowed to a dull rocking, every muscle in my body twitched and went limp. I wanted to keep my eyes open, but they kept slipping shut as the satisfaction ripped and tore through my flesh. For a moment I wasn’t sure I would ever catch my breath again, but I couldn’t help the smile on my face.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dorian shifted his weight, leaning to the side as he pulled his cock free. His fingers wound up and down my arms, and I blinked my eyes open to take in his gorgeous visage.
Slowly, he buried his rough cheek against my breast.
He smiled, the kind of easy smile I’d never seen him display.
“I love you, Alicia Jones,” he whispered into my lips right before he kissed me.
My heart soared with my body as I submerged myself in his kiss, his body and his love.
As our lips parted ways, I smiled at him. “I love you too, Dorian Black.”
Leaning back, he wrapped his strong arm around me, pulling me into his side. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Even tied to his bed I felt safe, wanted and adored. How had this happened? I was only looking for a job, and I found Mr. Right instead. Sometimes, I guess girls like me do get lucky – in more ways than one!
And tonight was just the first of many nights with the man of my dreams.
* * *
I stared at myself in the mirror, unable to believe what I saw. The skirt and suit jacket alone cost more than half a month’s salary. Not to mention the fine silk blouse, pale pink, that peeked from under the dark gray wool. The material clung to my full, curvy hips and narrowed at my round knees.
Personally, I would've picked an A-line that hid my curves, but Dorian Black – my lover and boss – had a different idea.
“Lovely, Alicia. Perfectly lovely,” he said as he emerged from the closet behind me. His dark hair fell in careless waves across his forehead, and the sharp blue points of his eyes trailed up and down my body.
Even when clothed, I felt naked around Dorian. He was the only man who ever looked at me like that. Ever desired me in such an explicit way. In fact, I’d hardly been back to my apartment since he told me he loved me the week before.
How could I leave the home of the gorgeous billionaire when I was naked most of the time?
“You chose it out,” I said to his reflection and pulled the skirt down. “Are you sure it’s not too much? Chanel’s not excessive for the office?”
He smiled and wrapped his hands around my waist. The rough edge of his cheek tickled my neck as he nipped at my pale flesh with his hungry mouth. “Not excessive at all. You look the part of my personal assistant and my girlfriend. Plus, it’s not just for the office. It’s for our trip.”
My heart slammed in my chest. “What trip? Where are we going?”
His hips pressed into my rounded backside as his hands wound higher, cupping me under my full breasts. “I didn’t tell you? A business trip to Europe. We leave tomorrow. You’ll have to finish shopping on your own -- if that’s all right with you.”
I fought to breathe.
Two weeks ago I never imagined I be standing here, being groped by the infamous ladies man Dorian Black. Now we were going to Europe! How had this happened to my life? Little Alicia Jones was dating a billionaire!
“But I don’t have my passport. I can’t go to --”
He silenced me with kiss, turning my body into his and gripping my chin with strong fingers. “It’s all been arranged. Your passport will arrive in the office today. Now, I want you to finish shopping for your new wardrobe and meet me at the office for lunch. How does that sound?”
I squeaked my agreement as his lips smothered mine once again. The hot force of his tongue probed my mouth, waking the butterflies which nested in my stomach ever since we first met. The palms of his hands traveled down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me as close as possible.
“Yes, Mr. Black,” I said as his mouth loosened its hold.
His lips twisted into a seductive smirk. “Good. If you’re late, Ms. Jones, a punishment will await you. You don’t want that, do you?”
Pressed into his strong chest, I wasn’t sure how to answer. He’d hired me as his personal assistant after ‘punishing’ me with a paddle during my interview. I’d never realized it before, but my whole being longed for domination – the sweet release of pain and control. But it didn’t mean I always wanted to be a good girl.
“I’ll try to be there on time. You know how distracting shopping can be.”
His hands tightened their grip, but his chest rumbled with suppressed laughter. “I’ll think of the perfect punishment then.”
I nodded, and he let me go.
After I finished my hair and makeup, he handed me a credit card. He used it when we dined out and when he took me on our first shopping extravaganza, but I still hesitated.
“I can use this?” I asked and ran my fingers over the smooth black surface. Then I realized my name and not his embossed across the front. “Wait. This is for me?”
Dorian leaned in and kissed my temple with surprising gentleness. “Yes. It’s your own credit line. Why? Are you planning on spending all my money?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think I could spend all your money, even if I paid off my student loans and my parent’s mortgage. You really trust me with this?”
He smiled softly, the kind of smile I only ever saw when we were alone. Around the office he usually smirked or glared. Why only show his soft side to me?
“Of course I tr
ust you. I am sleeping with you.”
My cheeks flushed, and I nodded as I fumbled to slip the card in my wallet. It made my own silver card look cheap and unprofessional. “Good point.”
He slid his arm around me as we walked out of his penthouse. The car waited for us in the underground garage. Instead of a limo, Dorian’s everyday ride was a Bentley. Talk about impressive. I’m pretty sure the car was more expensive than the house I grew up in.
Dorian climbed out once we reached the huge Black Inc. skyscraper. He kissed my cheek and pointed at the driver. “Lance will accompany you today. I’ve already given him instructions.”
I glanced at the middle-aged man and nodded. “What instructions?”
Of course, Mr. Black only smiled as he shut and door and walked toward his building.
Without a word, Lance pulled the car away.
Walking around high-end shops was bad enough without six feet six of pure muscle following me everywhere. Lance wasn’t a bad guy. He was quiet and always wore a Bluetooth headset in his ear. Plus, he looked more like a bodyguard than a driver. I’d have to ask Dorian about him.
At least Lance kept the vulture like employees away while I browsed through each shop. My mind spun as I checked price tags, and I tried my hardest not to blanch. Dorian took the liberty of even making me a map for my phone with all the designers who carried size 14 clothing. I suspected Lance had one too.
Come on, Alicia. You can do this. Your boyfriend is a billionaire who gave you a credit card for a limitless shopping spree. Go wild!
“Are you looking for something particular?” a woman asked and smiled. “Chanel 2010? I love that suit.”
I ran my manicured hand over the smooth wool and nodded. “I’m looking for work clothes, evening clothes and some casual clothes for a European business trip,” I explained and tried my hardest not to grin like an idiot.
Slipping her arm around my shoulders the woman, Mira, led me around the store. I breathed a sigh of relief and let her. She had an eye for fashion and my figure, something I hadn’t quite figured out yet. Every piece she brought came alive when I put it on.
Staring at myself in the dressing room, I saw for the first time why Dorian thought I was beautiful. The fitted dresses made my waist look smaller than normal and my curves delicious. It put the rest of my T.J. Maxx wardrobe to shame!
Pants, blouses, cocktail dresses – they had it all and it looked like a dream. The girl in the mirror was no longer broke and worried about finding a job. She was a woman with an impressive career path (Dorian Black’s personal assistant) and an even more impressive boyfriend.
To think I worried about making my rent a little over a month before. Now I was living it up at the most prestigious shopping district in the city! And tomorrow we’d fly to Europe for the mystery business trip.
I needed to call my mom!
I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking, as I brought up my list of contacts. Telling my parents hadn’t seemed like a good idea before. Sure I told them I got the job, but I hadn’t explained the details of my relationship with Dorian yet. I didn’t want them to worry about me, but this was too big not to share.
I hit ‘call’ and waited.
“Hello? Alicia?” my mom said after a few rings. “Aren’t you at work, honey?”
“Yeah, mom. Well sort of. I’m actually shopping for a business trip. We leave tomorrow.”
The other side of the phone was silent for a moment. “Oh, shopping? Are you sure you have the money for it?”
I thought of the credit card and frowned. Even with plenty of cash at my disposal, I didn’t want to admit it to my parents. Why not? Why couldn’t I tell them the truth about Dorian?
What if it doesn’t last, Alicia? Then the whole family will know you’re a failure.
“Yeah, the company’s paying for it,” I said, which wasn’t that big of a lie. It was Dorian’s company, after all.
“Oh. Where are you going? New York?” she asked and I heard the telltale sign of pots and pans in the background and smiled.
“Europe. My passport’s coming in the mail today.”
“Europe? Oh Alicia! That’s so exciting. Which country? France? Italy? Spain?”
My heart dropped. Why didn’t I think to ask where in Europe we were going? Stupid Alicia!
“Well, my boss is being tight lipped about the whole thing so I’m not sure. Look, mom, I’ll call you when I have all the details. Okay?”
She chuckled on the other end of the phone. “I can live with that. Have a wonderful time, sweetie. You deserve it.”
“Thanks, mom,” I said and clicked off my phone.
I deserved it. Funny how it didn’t feel that way.
Ten minutes before noon, Lance and I headed back to the car. His arms were laden with bags and boxes. I now had at least two full wardrobes, one for work and one for play. Hopefully, Dorian would be pleased.
The traffic downtown was heavier than normal so it was almost 12:30 by the time the car finally pulled to a stop in front of Black Inc. I thanked Lance and hurried inside.
Shit! I was late!
Ignoring the raised eyebrows and glares of several female employees, I rushed toward the elevator. Unfortunately, Mrs. Anderson slipped inside right before the doors shut. She worked in H.R. and was in control of hiring. Of course, she also didn’t like me one bit. After she passed on my resume, Mr. Black hired me privately.
“Ms. Jones,” she said and widened her eyes when she took in my expensive suit.
I stood as tall as my petit stature would allow, but she still towered over me in her stilettos. “Mrs. Anderson.”
Her pale lips turned up into a nasty smile. “Mr. Black gave you a raise, I see. At least you finally look the part of his assistant.”
She’s just a cranky old, bitch. Don’t take it personally! I told myself, but it was hard to keep my face neutral when she eyed me like a bug she wanted to step on.
“Yeah, a big fat raise,” I said and forced myself to smile. Part of me wanted to whip out the credit card Dorian gave me and shove it in her face, but I kept the urge in check.
“He does it with all his girls. I assume you’re going to the board’s retreat with your boss? Tuscany is beautiful in the fall.”
Tuscany. We were going to Italy! To a board member’s retreat? Did that mean Sylvia would be there? She’d been at the last shareholder’s meeting with the rest of the board.
“Yes. I’m attending.”
Dorian hadn’t made a secret of our relationship, but Mrs. Anderson acted as though I was only his personal assistant and not his girlfriend. Did it mean something? The truth was I didn’t know very much about Mr. Black at all – besides what I’d read in the papers. He was a playboy. Just because he didn’t go out with Sylvia didn’t mean he’d forgone other female companionship.
The thought stabbed me in the stomach like a knife. I was only one in a long line of women, and Mrs. Anderson knew it.
We both got off at the fiftieth floor, the one with the CEO’s office.
Was she going to see him too? Great! Just what I needed.
She raised an eyebrow when I entered Dorian’s office without knocking, which gave me a small twinge of satisfaction. It didn’t last long.
Dorian frowned when we walked in, a few closed boxes of food on his desk.
“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Black--” I started, but he silenced me with a look.
“Mrs. Anderson. What do you want?” he asked.
“The papers you asked for,” she said and slid an envelope across the desk.
He glowered at her dangerously. “This is a mail clerk’s job. Why are you delivering them personally?”
“I wouldn’t want them to get lost considering how important they are,” she said with a sweet smile, which didn’t suit her at all.
Mr. Black nodded once. “An unnecessary gesture, I’m sure. You can get back to your real work now.”
The look on Mrs. Anderson’s face froze in place, like she was so
me kind of mannequin. “Very well, Mr. Black.”
I couldn’t help but feel I’d only seen the surface of their conversation. Something else lurked underneath, but what?
He ignored her as she headed back to the door and motioned for me to come to his side. My heart slammed in my chest as I hurried around his desk. As soon as I stood close enough, he pulled me onto his lap and kissed my lips with hungry passion.
I squeaked in surprise, my pussy wetting at his every touch. I felt Mrs. Anderson’s eyes on us as the door clicked shut, but Dorian didn’t pull back from the kiss. His mouth held mine, our tongues twisting together. Then he nipped at my bottom lip, suckling it.
“You’re late,” he growled and ran a strong palm up my thigh.
“I got carried away,” I admitted and grabbed his hand. “Won’t lunch get cold?”
He flashed me a grin, his white teeth gleaming. “Who says I’m going to eat anything but you?”
I gapped at him. No one ever talked to me like that. It took getting used to.
Lips brushed my neck as his wandering fingers popped the buttons on my suit jacket and blouse. I needed to ask him if we really were going to Tuscany, but the words died in my throat as his fingers burned trails of desire across my flesh.
“I need to punish you for disobeying, don’t I?” he groaned and ground his turgid member against my round bottom.
“Yes,” I moaned as he yanked down my bra and tweaked my nipples with playful gentleness.
“Mm, I thought so.”
Powerful hands gripped my waist and lifted me onto his desk. Then he leaned forward and nipped at my full breasts with his eager mouth. Biting and licking until I writhed on the cool wood. Each electric touch sent shivers of lust roaring through my veins. At the moment, I didn’t care how many other lovers Dorian had – at least I got to be his for now.
Slowly, he eased my zipper down and pulled the skirt over my hips. His scorching fingers dug into my fleshy sides, rubbing the delicate panties over my smooth skin. Once the gray wool fell to the floor, he spread my legs and smiled.
“So wet, Alicia. I love it,” he groaned and buried his face in my weeping sex.
His tongue flitted over the silky material; shivers of excitement shooting across my skin at each barely realized touch. I gripped onto the desk and whimpered as he kissed my concealed clit with his perfect lips.