I’m scrolling through a few of his pictures that must’ve just got added recently, just as another message from him pops up.
I see you looking at my pictures.
Shit. My heart sinks and I panic just as I realize he can’t see anything. I disconnected the video feed on my laptop after the last disaster. Responding quickly, I decide to try to end this mess with him.
No you don’t.
He’s typing instantly and I wait impatiently for his reply to pop up while my heart begins to race faster.
You’ve read my message and it still shows you’re logged in . . . so what else would you be doing? Unless you’re pleasuring yourself again.
Holy shit. He’s sending heat straight through me and I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on with his straight forwardness.
I’m not responding to that.
You don’t have to. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, unless you’d like to see more of me tonight . . .
We’ve already established the rules.
Fuck the rules. Rules are meant to be broken.
And with that, I close my laptop knowing I’ll be putting myself in complete torture working with him. He will make me crazy and if he so much as breathes on me, I’m liable to climb him and fuck him myself. I won’t even have to worry about him trying to get to me. I’m more worried about me going for him at this point.
I can tell he likes to play games. It’ll be interesting seeing how he deals with me tomorrow morning.
That nap I need won’t come easy now that he has me all worked up. I lay down and think about last night. He made me feel so special. I’ve never been treated like he handled me last night and I have to say I loved it.
I have two options.
One . . . work for him as long as I can while fucking him. It’s just a matter of time before something blows up and that will be a disaster. I could always find a different job at that point.
Or two . . . keep my distance from him in that department and make the job last even longer. Get a cushion for myself so I can really work on my own business before I walk away from the job with Lynx for either reason.
This just won’t be a long term job for me in either scenario, so this is tough. I think we’ll need to lay out some ground rules before I take on this job with him.
The problem is . . . I’m not so sure he’ll allow that.
Number One . . . Don’t speak because your voice makes me crazy.
Shit, this isn’t going to work.
I’M STILL TRYING TO GET my papers organized when I hear the doorbell ring. It was another late night taking calls, with Rebel flashing through my damn mind. I’ve wanted to kick my own ass a few times knowing how I am when something is off limits or out of reach.
The way she keeps slipping out of my fucking fingers is making me damn cranky, but I plan to make sure that’s rectified soon. I only agreed with her at the office to get her to my house. She can pretend to be all high and mighty with her rules, but she can’t forget how I’ve had her sprawled open and naked in multiple rooms of my house already.
Fuck. Her tits are completely covered today. She’s going to play hard to get. That’s ok though, I already know she’s going to be worth the wait.
“Mornin’, Rebel. Did you dream about me last night?”
“Good morning.” She doesn’t respond to my question, trying hard to look as unaffected as possible. “We need to talk before I agree to work for you.”
“Alright. Would you like to see my office in the daylight . . . or how about my game room? If those don’t work, I can take you to my bedroom where most of my work is actually done.” She hesitates before she answers.
“Your office will work.” She starts to walk up the stairs and I follow behind. I want to grab her ass and lay her right her on the steps to show her who I am, but I don’t.
She sits at my desk like this office is hers, leaving me the choice to either sit across from her in the guest chair or in the chaise lounge that she sucked me off on last night.
I choose the chaise, of course allowing my arms to support my head while I lay back and watch the memories flash through her mind.
She stands quickly and begins to walk around the room as she talks.
“We need boundaries. Can you handle that if I come to work for you here? I really need a job, so I can’t do anything to mess it up.”
“I’ll give you a year contract.” I decide to make this easy on her.
“What if I hate working for you in a week?”
“Then you can work at the club for that long and you won’t have to deal with me.” She leans against the side of my desk as she takes me in. I love letting her watch me and I’m wondering in the back of my mind what she’d do if I unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock in front of her.
“I don’t want special treatment.”
“You sure about that? Because I’m thinking you’ll change your mind.” I stand and face her, but she won’t look at me as I walk up to her. Lifting her face to meet mine, I try one last time to get her to bite.
“I’m real good at special treatment. Some would say I’m the best.” She swallows as she watches my lips. I can see her struggle and this makes me happy. She needs to want me to touch her as bad as I’ve been wanting to fuck her.
Taking this signal as my win, I move to sit in the chair behind my desk.
“Can we talk about my exact job specifications?”
“Yes. You work Monday through Friday, nine to two. I’ll have work for you each day and if you finish early, I’ll let you go home. Or . . . I guess you could stay longer if you’d like. I need you to start with scheduling. I’m filling up four weeks out now, but if anyone cancels we move someone into the open time slot. An hour wasted is a lot of fucking money and I don’t like losing easy money.”
“I can do that.” She sits across from me as we continue talking business and fights to look conformable, but I can tell she’s still worked up and on edge.
“I have regulars. They pay good money to be on a weekly rotation. You don’t ever fill their time slots with anyone else. Also, I need you to bill everyone a day in advance. If they don’t pay by the morning of, they get canceled. No exceptions. In fact, that’s how you got your slot.” I purposely mention her watching me on camera. She squirms in her chair while I watch her closely.
“What the fuck happened during your call anyway?”
“What do you mean?” Her face turns slightly pink.
“The camera was black, then all of a sudden the room was spinning. Tell me you like it rough and humped the computer right off the table while you watched me.”
“No. I spilled my coffee while I tried to stay awake.” Her quick response and red face tells me she’s lying. I know she is, because she actually came to my party.
“Well then, it won’t be anything for you to work in this house then. I have six of us living here with two more guys that could come and go. At any moment they may decide to have a show in the kitchen or a bathroom. Hell, maybe even in the living room. So don’t be surprised if you see someone stroking their cock out of nowhere.” Her eyes go wide and I love that I can shock her.
“Can you ask them to keep me out of the videos?”
“Yes. I’ll tell them all to keep you out of it.” In fact, I’ll threaten them all to stay the fuck away from her. “Anything else?” I have to ask her for any further requests, but I have a feeling she’ll be adding to this list as we go. I plan to test her in every way possible.
“I can’t think of anything right now. When would you like me to start?”
“How about right now?” I’m not ready to be done with her today. She needs to be way more bothered before she leaves my house. I want her thinking about me all night long.
“Sounds good.”
“Alright. First, I need you to take a few pictures of me out by the pool. My page is outdated with old photos that I stuck back up and it always helps the business when I update the inventory shot
s.” Making my way to the door, I let her follow me through the house. “The guys will all need new shots soon, so don’t post any that are real similar to mine on the webpage once they get some sent in. I like to keep it original where my shots are concerned.”
“I can do that.” Her breath hitches and her voice cracks as I drop my pants and hand her the camera from the table. I planned this little shoot this morning, knowing I’d need to get her out here.
My naked ass is all she sees as I walk away, tossing my shirt into her chest. I stand next to the waterfall and let the water cover my dick, my ass is showing from the side as she slowly makes her way across the pool to get a better angle.
She’s watching me closely with each step and I can tell she’s saying something to herself.
“What? I can’t hear you?” I say it on purpose to let her know I can see her talking. She’s not used to someone like me and it’s going to be a blast pulling her out of her comfort zone on a damn daily basis.
“I said you’re crazy.” She aims the camera lens at me and I work my sex appeal directly at her. This isn’t for the webpage, it’s for her.
Holding my dick in my hand, I stroke it allowing the water to fall all around me. She’s kneeling and zoomed in, so I can only imagine what she’s seeing.
I turn and give her the full view and she looks over the top of the camera at me before she’s looking through the lens again. Moving it side to side, I give her plenty to remember me by. The length of my dick is something I’m very fucking proud of and known for. She’s seen it, but right now she’s seeing it up close, zoomed in so far I’m guessing she can see the bulging veins throbbing against my palms.
I’ll be sure to send her these pictures once she leaves.
With my palm held out, I give it a few loud smacks from my dick. It’s a signature move and something I get requested to do often.
She stops taking pictures to look at me again.
“Is the camera broke?” I yell at her from across the water and watch her stand fully. She’s turned on. I can see it in her flushed face.
“No. I think I got all of these, maybe you should do some in the water.”
“Good idea. Why don’t you stand over me and get the blurred image of my dick under the water?” She nods slowly and I can tell she was hoping I’d get under water and quit showing her my dick. She has to remember that I’m used to this. This is what I do for a living.
I dive into the pool and go for the fully dripping wet look. Propping my elbows on the side of the pool right beneath her, I raise my body up just below the water level and give her the best view I can.
Looking back, I can see that she’s not even remotely close enough to capture the shot I’d love her to get.
“Come closer. Go over my shoulder and aim down my chest and stomach.” I can hear her kneeling behind me and my dick gets harder knowing she’s this near. I’m glad I went for the heated pool.
She’s near my ear and I want to drag her in this pool and fuck her. I listen to the sound of the camera clicking picture after picture. Moving my hand over my cock, I do a few teasing strokes and she slows the clicking to almost none.
“It would be better if it was your hand stroking me.” My voice is just loud enough for her to hear. She stands and instantly starts to walk away.
“I can’t work for you.”
Perfect. Now we can fuck.
I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THE nerve of him this morning. I’ve been home for three hours. Three damn hours and he’s still all that I can think about.
He’s taking my rules of working for him as a joke and pushing me, because he knows damn well that he’s the only one that makes rules when it comes to him.
Photo shoot my ass. Lynx probably won’t use even one of those pictures to update his profile. He was just trying to get a rise out of me and it worked.
I’m doing my best to make sure that I can keep this job and all he wants to do is give me every reminder that he can that I want nothing more than to sleep with my boss.
I’m really close to actually not going back tomorrow. I keep telling myself that over and over, but there’s a part of me that wants to say fuck it and push him back.
I’m no fucking pushover. I have fight in me and I’ll show it if I have to.
With my mind going all over the place, I find myself sitting in front of my computer and logging onto the website.
If I’m going to be working on Alphachat.com and keeping things updated, then I might as well get a closer look at what I’ll be jumping into.
I spend the next hour checking out every last detail that I can. I’m so zoned in that I practically jump out of my chair when my computer dings with a message from Lynx.
Waiting for those pictures that I promised you?
No. If you must know . . . I’m studying.
Studying. You’ll have plenty to study later, even though I have a feeling the only thing you truly want to be studying right now is my cock.
Just then one of the pictures that I took from earlier pops up, causing me to gasp and my whole body to heat up with the same need that I felt earlier while taking his pics.
I don’t know why this even surprises me in the slightest. He’s Lynx Kade and this man truly has no filter or nothing to be ashamed of. Especially that beautiful dick of his and he knows it.
The shot he decided to send me is one from the pool from when I was looking down at him. The water is so clear that it gives me a perfect view of his very hard dick, standing at full attention.
And for some reason . . . I’m staring at it so hard that my vision begins to blur.
You can stop staring now.
I’m not. And my boss sending me naked pictures is very unprofessional. If you must know.
Even when you’re the one to take them, BadGirl@heart? Better get used to it if you plan on working at the Alpha House, because you’re going to be staring at that website a hell of a lot of hours of the day. Seeing me naked is part of the job. You need to learn to handle it.
Shit! He’s completely right.
Then maybe I don’t want the job.
You do.
What makes you so sure?
The fact that you’ve been on my site for the last hour. Here’s another pic. Edit it and I’ll add it to today’s pay.
Are you serious? Did you miss the part where I said I couldn’t work for you?
No. Heard it loud and clear. See you tomorrow at nine.
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, before he disconnects our chat, leaving me with a heated face.
With frustration, I slam my laptop closed and yell.
“Whoa, killer. What did that poor laptop ever do to you?” Remi throws her purse on the kitchen counter, before plopping down on the couch and looking over at me.
“I’m completely frustrated with my new job right now, Remi. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“You can. For all of us other women, you better figure it out.” She smiles really big and leans over the couch to show me that she’s ready to listen. “So tell me about this horrible day that you had at the house that every woman is dying to get into. I’m all ears.”
“Where do I even start? Oh yeah.” I stand up and start pacing, completely heated when I begin to play the morning over in my head. “He totally ignored my ground rules for working for him as if it was all just a joke to him. Then he had me take nude photos of him, while I had to practically watch him stroke his dick in front of me. How am I supposed to work like this? He’s my boss. Then he said it would be better if I was the one stroking his dick for him. What kind of boss says that?”
“Oh, God. A hot one, Rebel. That’s who. What the fuck!” She jumps up from the couch and rushes to the fridge. She pulls out a bottle of wine. “Come in here and sit. Stop that pacing shit.”
Taking a deep breath, I take a seat on one of the stools and grab the glass of wine that she pours for me.
“Very good,” she says as I tilt it back. “Your ass needs to
calm down for a second. I haven’t seen you this worked up in a long time, Babe.”
“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me so much.” I take another sip and then slowly and calmly release a breath.
“I know why.” Her smile broadens. “Because you want to fuck him.”
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” I huff. “That makes it a huge problem. If I didn’t want to, then I’d be able to do this job with no problem. His dirty mouth wouldn’t bother me and taking pics of him holding his dick wouldn’t corrupt my mind all day and make it hard to function.”
“So what did you tell him?”
“I told him that I couldn’t work for him and I walked away.”
I stand up and take my wine glass with me.
“Are you fucking serious?” She runs up to me and grabs my wine glass away, right as I’m about to press it to my lips. “You can’t just quit. I’d die to have your job, Woman. You’re going back tomorrow even if I have to wake you up and drag you there myself.”
“You just want to sneak into the Alpha Mansion,” I point out. “Maybe I should work him up by letting you go in my place. See how he likes it when someone doesn’t follow his rules.”
Remi lifts a brow, seriously looking as if she’s considering talking me into that idea. “I wouldn’t argue with you on that, but then you’d probably get fired anyway. As much as I’m dying inside to step foot into that house, I don’t want you messing up this opportunity. It’s good money. Forget everything else for two seconds and think about that. Forget about the fact that your boss is drop dead gorgeous and wants to get into your pants.”
She does have a point. I’d probably never make that kind of money anywhere else.
“And the fact that you get to spend time with the other Alpha boys.” She grabs a magazine and starts fanning herself off. “They spend most of their time naked. I hate you.”
She tosses the magazine down and walks away.
“I love you too, Remi!” I scream after her.
“If you do, then you’ll go back to that damn house tomorrow and work and secretly send me pics of the guys naked. Just remember that . . .”
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