Take Me, Boss: A Billionaire Boss Obsession

by Sylvia Fox

  I grip her wrists and pin them over her head. Cage her to the mirrored wall with my body and lean in to claim her mouth. She captures my bottom lip between her teeth, pulling back, her eyes locked on mine. I drop her wrists and shove a knee between her thighs, forcing her to open her legs. She rolls her hips, grinding herself against my leg as she threads her fingers into my hair and pulls my lips back to hers.

  The doors slide open and Dom releases my lips. “Follow me.” She steps off the elevator and saunters down the hallway without looking back, her hips swaying, her spine straight. I push off the wall and follow her out. Stand patiently as she digs her key out of her clutch, and then press her against the door as soon as she closes it behind us.

  She deftly undoes the buttons on my shirt, popping them open one by one while I slide my hand up her hips, along the curve of her waist, and over the swell of her breasts.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” she asks. “Do you want to stick your cock so deep inside me that I scream your name?” She slides her hands into my boxer briefs and rakes her nails across the base of my dick.

  I grab her wrist. Pull her hand out of my pants. Spin her around and press her against the door, restraining her hands behind her back. “Do you want me to fuck you, Dom?”

  She smiles over her shoulder and spreads her legs, sticking her ass out. “I never submit.”

  I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “Neither do I.”

  I release her and she whirls, pushing against me, guiding me through her house as she finishes taking off my shirt. I let her move me a few steps before I plant my feet and stop. She pushes against my chest once and then lets her arms fall. With a wicked smile, she turns slowly.

  “Unzip me?” Her voice purrs, sexy and sweet, a promise of things to come.

  I wrap one arm around her chest, let it slide up so my forearm is against her throat as my other hand lowers the zipper on her dress. She gasps at the pressure and then the dress falls and I release her to step back and admire the gift I unwrapped.

  “Garter belts.” I pull back against the elastic and let it snap against her skin. “Of course you’d wear garter belts.”

  “Do you want to hurt me, Nate?” Domino turns, her eyes gleaming in the low light. “Choke me? Leave your mark on me? Do you want me on my knees?” Her voice takes on a taunting cadence.

  “Oh, sweet thing. Before I’m done with you, you’re going to want to be on your knees for me.”

  I grab her by the throat, squeeze lightly as I slide a finger under the black lace of the panties. She grins when I walk her backward until her back bumps against a wall. She hikes one leg up around my hip and pulls me closer with the back of her heel. “I want you inside me.”

  “And I want you to ask nicely.” I reach around and undo her bra, let the straps fall from her shoulders and then smile when it falls to the floor. I pinch a nipple. Roll it between my fingers and then squeeze until she cries out.

  “You want me to beg? Is that it?” Her hands on my pants again. I tighten my grip on her throat. Her eyes go wild and she slaps me. I let go. My cheek stings. We stare at each other, panting, our breath ragged and our chests heaving. And then we come together, kissing and licking. I step out of my pants and free my cock, move her panties to the side and slide myself into her, the lace scraping against my shaft.

  She gasps, moaning as I push into her. I slide my hands under her ass and she wraps both legs around my hips. I fuck her against the wall, my forehead pressed to hers, her gaze locked on mine. Each thrust of my hips brings a new smile to her lips. I lower my mouth to her tit and suck, hard. I will leave my mark on her fair skin, claiming her as mine. Her nails rake down my back and I growl against her breast.

  “Fuck me, Nate.” Dom’s breath catches in her throat. “Fuck me harder. Bury your fucking cock in my pussy.”

  She thinks she’s edging me past the line of control, but she’s not. I stop moving. Pin her against the wall with my weight with my dick still inside her. “Ask nicely.”

  She writhes, trying and failing to move, to regain some measure of control. Her eyes spark with defiance. “Make me come,” she whispers through clenched teeth.

  I step away from the wall. Her legs unwind from my waist and her feet drop to the floor. I pull out of her, stepping away even as my cock strains towards her, glistening and wet. “Ask nicely.”

  Dom smiles wickedly. “Please.” The word drips in sarcasm and is meant as another slap to the face. I only see it as victory.

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me until I come.”

  I grab her. Tear her panties off her body and lead her by the neck to a half wall nearby. Bend her over the thing and kick at her ankles. “Spread your legs.” When she does, I take my dick and slam it into her. She gasps. I pull out and slam into her again. And again. And again.

  “Finger your clit.” I grip her hips and slow my pace, forcing her to move at my speed even as she tries to push back against me.

  Realizing she can’t overpower me, she turns her head and slowly and deliberately slides a finger into her mouth and pulls it out wet. Reaches between her legs and arches her back even more. She moans and I fuck her, hard and fast. She cries out louder and louder, her moans becoming screams and then she takes her hand off her clit and grips the wall.

  “I didn’t give you permission to stop.”

  “I don’t need your permission.” She means to sound strong, but her voice is little more than a moan.

  I reach around and finger her clit, strumming the tiny bundle of nerves mercilessly until I feel her clench tighter and tighter around me. She screams my name, calling out obscenities until her voice is harsh. I ram into her, never stopping my rhythm on her clit until her legs go weak and she sags against the wall. My balls clench, close to my body. I pull out and cum all over her spectacular ass.

  Chapter Eight

  Dom

  My legs quiver when I push into a standing position. Nate’s cum slides down an ass cheek and heads for my thigh. “There are paper towels by the sink.” I point towards the kitchen and Nate saunters off in that direction. His thick cock swings between his legs while the muscles in his ass flex with each step. I bend back down over the half wall to keep anything from dripping onto the floor.

  “Now that’s a picture I won’t get out of my head for a while.” Nate moves behind me and cleans me up, placing a splayed hand on one cheek while he wipes away the mess with the other. “I could look at you like this all night long, bent over, legs spread, and covered in my cum.” He lifts his splayed palm and slaps my ass. Hard.

  I straighten and turn, resting my hands on the wall behind me and thrusting my tits out in front. He wants an image to remember, I’ll give him one he won’t forget.

  Nate runs a finger along an angry red mark just above my nipple. “That’s a good one.”

  “Do you like seeing your marks on my body? Your cum on my ass? Your handprint red on my skin?” I indicate the hickey on my breast and lift an eyebrow. “Are you marking your territory, Mr. Wellington? Claiming me as yours?”

  Nate steps close to me, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin along my body. “I know better than to think that one little mark means I own you. Pleasure and pain live in the same house and boundaries are made to be broken.”

  He leans in to kiss me and I turn my head. His lips land on my cheek.

  Nate frowns and steps back. “What is it with you?”

  I bend and swipe his pants and boxers from the floor and thrust them into his hand. “Your shirt’s down there.” I indicate the hallway that leads to the door. “You can grab it on the way out.”

  “On the way out?” Nate looks shocked.

  “I don’t do the staying thing.” I arch an eyebrow. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Wellington. Thank you for a lovely evening. I trust you can find your own way out.”

  As he stares in quiet disbelief, I turn and walk away, wearing nothing but my heels, my sagging stockings, and the red impr
int of Nate’s hand on my ass.

  I shower and change. Stare at my reflection in the mirror as I brush my teeth. My ice blue eyes blink back at me, bloodshot and cold. I can’t stop thinking about Nate. About this smile. His laugh. The rush of electricity coursing between us when we touch. Try as I might, I can’t get him out of my mind and that is definitely not part of the plan. What good is him leaving if I’m going to be stuck thinking about him the rest of the night anyway? I almost wish I hadn’t asked him to leave. Almost.

  He put his hand on your throat and you liked it. He slapped your ass and you wanted more. You let him fuck you without a condom and then came on his dick, over and over, harder and harder, until your damn legs collapsed out from underneath you. That is not the way we do things, you dirty, dirty girl. No man gets to dominate you.

  “Yeah, well, too much of the same thing gets boring,” I say to my reflection around a mouthful of toothpaste.

  So what if I liked it? Nate was right when he said that boundaries are meant to be broken. I knew going into this that he was more man than I’ve ever had, that his strength of self, his domineering personality, it would all mean explosions in the bedroom. So I stepped outside my comfort zone. So I let him have some measure of control. It doesn’t mean anything. And so I can’t stop wishing Nate was still here. That doesn’t mean anything, either. He’s a handsome man. I respect his drive and intelligence and he made me come harder than I ever have. Of course I want more of him.

  Sleep doesn’t come easily, despite my constant reassurances that relinquishing control to Nate—even the little tiny bit I gave him tonight—doesn’t mean that I’m losing myself. It doesn’t mean that I am vulnerable. It doesn’t mean anything except we had a good time. A damn good time. I smile to myself and roll over, tucking my pillow under my head.

  My phone vibrates on the bedside table.

  12:47 am Jacki-O: Is he gone?

  12:47 am Me: Yep.

  12:50 am Jacki-O: How’d it go?

  12:53 am Me: Fine

  12:53 am Jacki-O: How’d it really go?

  12:59 am Me: I think I like him.

  1:00 am Jacki-O: Then why did you kick him out?

  1:01 am Me: I don’t do the staying thing.

  1:03 am Jacki-O: I expect details.

  1:05 am Me: You know I don’t kiss and tell

  1:07 am Jacki-O: You’re such an asshole. :)

  1:07 am Me: Love you, too.

  I smile as I put the phone back on the table. My mind slows. The tumultuous thoughts wind down and then stop altogether. The last thing I think of before falling asleep is Nate driving into me from behind, his finger dancing across my clit as I came so hard I saw stars.

  Chapter Nine

  Nate

  When I left Dom’s apartment last night, I was furious. I stormed down her hallway and jabbed the button for the elevator, pacing back and forth until the doors slid open. By the time I reached the first floor, the anger had abated. By the time I got home, I was laughing about it. And when I woke up this morning, I knew just what I was going to do.

  Dom thinks she can stay in control of the situation by keeping me off my game. She pulls me in and then runs away, all while staying cool as a cucumber. She thinks she’s in my head, but I don’t need to play games to stay in control. I just am in control.

  Underneath that cool exterior, Dom is hiding deep hurts. At dinner, she told me her therapist said she's running from her past. She didn't deny that she had something to run from, only that she came to terms with it.

  I looked my past in the face and gave it the middle finger.

  But everything I know about a woman tells me that if she has to be that strong, that reserved, if she has to push and pull and cajole people into doing what she wants, every action pre-planned like moves on a chessboard, then it's less about control and more about fear.

  What Dom needs is for someone to step in and make her feel secure. She needs someone to be stronger than her. Someone to strip away all that strength and show her that it’s okay to be vulnerable. That whatever happened to her in the past doesn't define her present or her future. I'm going to be that man.

  Brenda, my admin, smiles from her desk as I head to my office. “You’re here a little late, Mr. Wellington. Everything okay?”

  I shift my coffee to my other hand and glance at my watch. “It’s not even eight in the morning.”

  “No, but I can’t remember a time when I’ve been here before you and I like to consider myself an early riser.”

  “Nothing wrong.” I take a drink. “Just had a lot on my mind.” I lick my lips. “Please let Ms. Thorne know that I’d like to see her in my office the moment she arrives.”

  I take a step towards my office and Brenda clears her throat. “Mr. Wellington?”

  “Yes?”

  “Ms. Thorne arrived over an hour ago. Would you like me to send her in now?”

  “Fantastic, Brenda. Please tell her I'd like to see her immediately.”

  I step into my office and close the heavy door behind me. My office has windows on three of the four walls and a bookcase covering the fourth. Two sets of windows look out over the city and the third looks out past Brenda's desk to the office beyond. I pull the blinds closed on the window behind Brenda's desk. I have something special in mind for Dom when she gets here.

  I sit at my mahogany desk and lean back in my chair, steepling my fingers under my chin. I don't wait long before Dom pushes through the door, her chin lifted, her eyes cold. Her blonde hair is pulled back in her signature updo, and her body is encased in a black dress that she wears like armor.

  “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wellington?” The corners of her lips play up in a wicked smile. She thinks she has me. That she got under my skin. She has no idea what she's in for.

  “Please, close the door.”

  Dom does as I say and then moves to take a seat in the chair opposite me. I stand, shaking my head.

  “I want to show you something.” I beckon her towards the windows looking out over the city. She crosses the room in a few short steps, her shoulders square and her hips swaying lusciously. I wait for her to pass and then grip her wrist. I pull her close to me, wrapping one arm around her waist and pressing her body to mine.

  “You pushed me away last night.” I look her straight in the eyes. “Why?”

  “Sex is sex.” Dom doesn’t move. “Staying is another thing altogether.”

  I run my hands up her thighs and around swell of her hips before I grip her ass in both hands and squeeze. “You think this is just sex?”

  “I know this is just sex.”

  “I want your clothes off, your body bared to mine.” I lift her dress over her hips. “Show me your ass.”

  She turns in a full circle, revealing white lace lingerie under that sinful black dress. “Are you going to fuck me in your office to show me what a big, strong man you are?” Dom widens her eyes and smiles sweetly.

  “No. I’m going to fuck you in my office because I want to.” I unhook the buttons at my wrist. “And I can’t remember a time that I didn’t find a way to get what I want.”

  Dom steps forward and undoes my belt. “Funny. I can say the same thing.” She smiles and then kisses me and all the ice melts from her posture. She pushes her body against mine, opening her mouth to me, passion burning like fire between us.

  I lead her to the window, our mouths dueling. Dom threads her fingers into my hair and pulls. I spin her around and grip her hips.

  “Hands on the glass.” She obeys and I slide her panties down so she can step out of them. “Spread your legs.” I slide my pants down.

  I run my hand between her thighs and then slide a finger into her wet pussy. She gasps and shivers, moaning quietly.

  “I need you inside me.” Her words are a whisper, quiet and full of yearning.

  “All in good time.” I press the head of my cock against her opening, letting the tip slip inside, and then place my hands on the window on either side of her hea
d, caging her with my arms.

  She groans and presses backward, looking down on the people on the sidewalk below.

  “You like it, don’t you? Being on display.” I slide deeper into her, letting my cock fill her inch by painstaking inch.

  “I do.” She presses her hips towards mine, but I pull away, slipping out of her.

  “Be still or I’ll stop. Let me show you how good it feels to let go.”

  Dominic laughs. “Yes, sir.” Her voice is honey, dripping in sweetness and sarcasm. She’ll say it one day and mean it. She’ll give herself to me completely.

  “Why?” I pulse my hips. “Why do you like being on display?”

  She drops her forehead against the cool glass of the window, her breath fogging in front of her.

  “I can’t think when you do that,” she manages, her breath hitching, her body writhing.

  I freeze. “Should I stop?”

  She looks at me over her shoulder and grins. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

  I roll my hips once and then do just what she says. I fuck her senseless against the glass, our passion on display for anyone who happens to look up. When I get tired of not seeing her face, I spin her around, lead her to my desk, and perch her ass on the edge. With my gaze locked on hers, I ram myself into her. We grit our teeth, determined not to make a sound. I feel her orgasm explode around me. She drops her head back and pants at the ceiling.

  “I’m gonna come,” I say. “I don’t want to get you dirty. Not here at the office.”

  “Do it in my mouth.” She slides off the desk and closes her lips around me. I pump once, twice, a third time, and then shoot my seed into the back of her throat. She swallows, grins, and then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “I’m not used to being the one on my knees.” She bites her lip and looks up at me.

  I offer her a hand and help her stand. “If I have my way, you’ll be on your knees, begging for my cock in your mouth the next time you see me.”