Tied to Him

by Tia Siren

  “Leave them on,” Homer commanded, and Dana did so. She stood there in front of both men, naked save for the shoes and her panties—tight red boy shorts.

  “Turn around,” Greg said, and once again Dana did as she was told.

  “Wow,” Homer breathed, and she smiled. She knew she looked good. Men always stared at her breasts if she was facing them, and if she turned, she caught them staring at her round ass. The boy shorts only served to make her ass sexier.

  “Bend over,” Homer said, coming forward as she did so, pressing his pelvis against her ass. She found herself wanting him to disrobe so he could slide inside her pussy, but he didn't. He just rubbed against her while his hands explored her backside, sliding up over her back and then coming back down to take off her panties.

  “Lay down,” Greg commanded, and Dana turned and sat on the end of the bed, and then she lay back while sliding upward so her head rested on the pillows. She stared down at the two men. They were looking at her, now nude except for the heels.

  “Spread your legs,” Homer said, and Dana did so without shame, revealing her wet pink pussy. “Finger yourself,” the young man added, and Dana reached down, trailing the tip of her index finger down her stomach and across her trimmed pubic hair until she was sliding along her slit and then pushing her finger into herself.

  The men watched her for some time, and she gave them quite the show, sliding in two fingers and then three. As she was coming, fingering herself with those three fingers while using the pad of her index finger on her other hand to rub her clit, Homer took his pants off, stepping out of them and his boxers, and began pulling on his own cock. He was large, not as big as Greg, but somehow even longer. He was uncut, something Dana had never experienced. Dana moaned and came, making eye contact with Greg as she did so.

  “Taste her,” Greg said, and Homer took his shirt off before climbing onto the bed and lowering his head between Dana’s legs. She had just come, but the young man’s tongue was like heaven between her legs, and he eagerly lapped up her expelled juices. She reached down and ran her fingers through the man's long blond hair.

  “Fuck her,” Greg said, and Dana opened her eyes and looked down. Greg was now nude and had moved to the chair beside the bed. His cock was hard, and he stroked it slowly while he watched Homer move up, positioning his pelvis between Dana’s spread legs. The man was gentle, somehow suppressing his urge as he slid into her wet pussy. He fucked her slowly, gently, their lips meeting in between moans and groans.

  The bed shook, and Dana looked over. Greg was kneeling beside her, his massive cock bobbing in the air above her lips. She opened her mouth, and he came forward so that his dick slid into her mouth. His hands went to her breasts as she rocked her head back and forth, sucking his cock as Homer continued to slide in and out of her pussy.

  This went on for some time, and then Homer pulled out of her. “I want to feel her tongue,” he said. Greg pulled back, his cock springing free from her lips, wet and slick and shining in the soft candlelight. They moved her then, roughly, where the sex had been gentle up until that point. Greg was not going to show the same constraint, and Homer fed off it. They positioned her on her hands and knees across the bed, and Homer knelt before her face. She opened her lips, and he reached down, placing one hand on her chin, gripping her there painfully as he shoved his cock down her throat.

  Greg took up position behind her, his hands on her hips, and he thrust his monster dick inside her. The men took no more concern for her pleasure, but still, within minutes, she was rocked by an orgasm for the second time that night. Greg couldn’t resist when her pussy contracted against his cock, and he thrust in once more and held there, his fingers tight on her hips as he came, his cock jumping inside her as he sprayed his semen deep within her.

  Homer moved her when her boyfriend was done. Greg left the room, going to shower as he always did after sex. Homer lay down, and Dana went to suck him again, but he took her and pulled her atop him. She straddled him, rocking back and forth as he groped and pawed at her large breasts, her hard nipples pressing against his strong palms.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as he came, and the second man that night let loose inside her. Afterward, she climbed off Homer’s wet cock and lay beside him. He kissed her, and then he got up and dressed. He left, and Dana was fairly confident she wouldn’t see him again.

  5

  A month passed after the threesome, and then another, and Greg remained and their sex life was healthy. But he never invited anyone else into their bed. The relationship grew stronger, got more serious, and Greg began dropping hints that Dana should leave her small apartment and move in with him. For some reason, she refused.

  A part of it was her job. She still had never spoken with the mysterious buyer, instead communicating through a lawyer. She still wondered if it was Greg, and one night she decided to take matters into her own hands. She lay in bed that night, and he fucked her tits while she reached past him and used a vibrator on herself. She came and then he did, spraying thick globs of semen across her neck and chin. He got up to shower and asked her to join him, but she told him she wanted to take a bath afterward. He nodded and went to shower.

  She got up as soon as she heard the water turn on and found his cell phone still in the pocket of his pants, haphazardly strewn on the floor near the bottom of the bed. She strolled through texts but found nothing. Then she went through Greg’s contacts. He was there. The lawyer. There was the lawyer she had become so familiar with.

  Dana wanted to confront Greg, but she needed to wash off, so she went and had a bath first. She stewed there in the steamy water, and when she was done, she washed and dressed in a robe and stormed into Greg’s room.

  “You have a lawyer’s number in your phone That’s the man who contacts me when Mr. White has something to say,” she said. Greg was lying on the bed, reading a book. He set it aside.

  “I wanted to help you.”

  Dana ground her teeth together. She had expected him to lie, and she was glad he hadn’t, but she was still mad.

  “I didn’t want that help from you,” she said.

  “So what? Why does it matter? I have the money; I could help you.”

  “You control me here. In bed. Not out there.”

  “It’s not about control!” Greg said. “I just wanted to help.”

  “If the business can’t make money, then it dies!”

  “And then what would you do?” Greg asked.

  “Start a new one! Get a new job! I don’t know, but I don’t want you sinking money into a failed cause for me. I don’t want to owe you,” Dana snapped.

  “I’m just trying to help someone I care about. It’s not about owning you.”

  “I don’t want your help, and I don’t want this,” Dana said, and she stormed out, still in the bathrobe.

  Greg called her three times that night, and twice again the next day. And then he stopped. The few things that she had left at his place came by way of UPS the next week. She didn’t hear from him, and Dana felt sad.

  On a Monday, Dana was at the sex shop when the door opened and a large man in a cheap suit came in.

  “What can I help you with?” Dana asked.

  “You must be Dana,” the fat man said. He was bald with a thin mustache that looked ridiculously out of place on his bulbous face.

  “I am,” Dana said, unsure of who the man was.

  “I bought this store. I was told about you,” the man said, and then he introduced himself as Michael Weathers.

  “Oh,” Dana said, shaking his sweaty hand. She found herself surprised that Greg had sold the Treasure Chest. She supposed that meant the relationship really was over.

  “I’m afraid I’m going to change course,” the man went on. “This place is the perfect spot for a buffet. I’m a restaurant man, you see. I did want to offer you a job, though.”

  Dana respectfully declined, and that day was the last day in the shop. Michael stuck around, and on her way out, after waitin
g on a few customers and taking her last paycheck, she stopped in the center aisle and took a black strap on to the front, where the fat man stood waiting for the keys.

  “Mind if I take this?” Dana asked. “For old times’ sake.”

  Michael surely thought the request weird—his face showed that much—but he nodded and allowed it, and after she handed him the key, Dana went through the door for the last time.

  Within a few days, she had been hired at a small store that sold overpriced knickknacks to women stopping off of the highway, and life seemed as though it would get back to normal. That night, on her second day at the new store, though, Dana returned home to find Greg waiting for her in the parking lot.

  “What do you want?” she asked, and the man couldn’t help but smile.

  “I love you,” he said with a shrug as she stopped in front of him. They were standing next to his cherry red sports car.

  “Don’t,” Dana said, holding a hand up.

  “I wanted to tell you. I can’t stop thinking about you. The…duality you have, the…I’m just…”

  “Intrigued?” Dana finished for him.

  “In love,” he said instead. He reached out to take her hand, and the young woman let him.

  “Come live with me. I miss you. I love you.”

  “I told you not to buy my shop.”

  “I know.”

  “I wanted to do it all on my own.”

  “I wanted to help. I think I already knew I loved you.”

  “The worst part is I think I love you too,” Dana said. “Or at least I did, but now…I don’t know. I trusted you. I told you I didn’t want your help.”

  Greg sighed and held his hands up. “I sold the place, you know.”

  “I know. The guy came by a few days ago.”

  “You found a new job?” Greg asked her.

  “Yes,” Dana said.

  “You like it?”

  “No.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Open a new shop. Not a sex shop, but something.”

  Greg was nodding. “I could help you, if you wanted. Or not.”

  Dana sighed. “Why are you here?”

  “I want you to take me back,” Greg said.

  “Why would I do that?”

  “I sold your shop, to make it right.”

  “You shouldn’t have bought it in the first place,” Dana said. She was growing tired of the argument, but she found herself yearning to ask the man to come inside, yearning to pull him to her bed.

  “I gave all of the money to charity,” Greg said.

  “Which one?”

  Greg laughed. “A lot of them.”

  Dana couldn’t help it. She threw herself forward, into his arms, and he wrapped those arms around her. Their lips met, and he backpedaled. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held a finger to his lips.

  “Shut up,” she said. “Take me inside and fuck me. Oh, and I’m in charge this time.”

  Greg smiled. “Yes, ma'am,” he said.

  Dana gripped him by the hair and pulled roughly. “I said keep quiet,” she said again. And all through the night, he did.

  *****

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – His Orders

  “Don’t you start a new job tomorrow, Erica?” Janey asked.

  “I do,” I replied excitedly.

  We were at a club. The music pounded in my chest. I wasn’t really looking forward to starting work on a Sunday, but when you got a job, it was important to play by their rules.

  I sipped at my drink and looked around the bar. More than a few attractive and well-dressed men were about, and my mouth watered. One, in particular, caught my eye.

  He was tall, with a chiseled jawline. A swoop of blond hair wrapped around the top of his head, edging down to his piercing blue eyes that I thought I’d get lost in if he were nearby. I wondered what he was like in a carnal sense. I could feel his strong arms holding me upright, his kisses making me beg for more.

  “Who’s the new kid you’ll be taking care of?” she asked, snapping me from my imagination. I had to take a second to remember what we were talking about.

  “He’s a wonderful young man named Kevin,” I replied. “He’s barely in first grade, but he’s a smart kid.”

  “I will never understand why you like taking care of kids so much,” Janey, said taking another drink from her scotch.

  Janey was always a straightforward woman, and I liked her for being so; she wouldn’t let me get away with anything. She was like the sister I wish I had. She was taller and prettier than I was, but that didn’t mean she got all the dates. I guess my petite and matronly charms were more than enough to win over most men. Still, I felt like she had more than a leg up when it came to attraction.

  She’d been there for me since we were both living in the worst part of town, dreaming of a life that neither of us thought we’d get. It helped that she was smart and knew how to be aggressive and get what she wanted. Janey had always been the kind of person I aspired to be.

  “I like kids. Not that I want to start having them now or anything. Kids are just easy to get along with, and they’re usually more fun, too. Maybe I like that they help me stay young.”

  Janey scoffed again. I may like her as a sister, but she still thought I was lowering myself, which caused more than a few fights between us.

  “You should have just gone to college with me instead of running off to be another live-in nanny,” Janey said.

  “Some things aren’t for everybody. Not everyone wants to a lawyer or banker,” I replied.

  “Yes, but everyone wants to make a living. I doubt you make that much being a nanny. How much are you getting paid by this new client of yours?”

  “Six figures,” I replied.

  Janey laughed and finished the last of her drink.

  “Six figures for glorified babysitting? Your client must be rich.”

  “He is, apparently. I haven’t met him yet. I was hired through his assistant. But at least I got to meet Kevin. That’s all that really matters. I guess they were recording the whole time I was with him, and the client said I was the best.”

  I fiddled with the olives in my otherwise empty martini glass.

  “It looks like you could use a refill. Tonight is on me, hun,” Janey said with a smile while raising her hand to the waiter for service.

  The waiter returned shortly with a new scotch and martini. I sipped at my new beverage and leaned back in my seat. We’d found space on a comfortable couch away from the dance floor. I wasn’t in the mood for dancing tonight.

  “It’s a pretty common practice, you know. I’ve had a few clients that like to keep their anonymity, so they send a proxy. It’s a useful practice. But, when you find out who it is, you better tell me,” she said with a laugh.

  I giggled with her; the alcohol was already making my cheeks feel a little rosy. Janey started dancing in her seat; she was ready to hit the dance floor, and I was holding her back.

  A drink arrived at the table, another martini.

  “From the gentleman,” said the waiter.

  I looked around to see who my casual admirer might be and was greeted by the gorgeous man by the bar. He held up his glass to toast, and I lifted my new drink in response. He finished his drink and started walking over.

  “I suppose I should be going then,” Janey said.

  “Give me twenty minutes. If he’s a creep, then I’ll need a way to get out,” I said.

  “I’ll be on the dance floor,” she replied. “Let me know if you need the apartment for tonight.”

  I arched my back over the table and straightened my hair before he arrived. My brunette locks were getting a little unwieldy. I probably should have had them cut a few months ago, because now they were almost impossible to manage. My skimpy dress showed off my simple curves.

  “Is this seat taken?” he asked.

  “Not anymore,” I replied.

  He was the same man I had imag
ined myself with a few minutes ago, only he was more gorgeous now that he was up close. I lost myself in his blue eyes again, only to shake my head to remember what I was doing.

  He adjusted himself in the seat, sitting tall and commandingly. If he hadn’t opened his mouth, I would have just enjoyed basking in his masculinity.

  “I had to come over and say hello. You are a striking creature,” he said.

  I blushed, more than I probably should have, and then I laughed.

  “Thank you. I do try,” I said. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

  For a while longer we talked, and the more we talked, the more I realized he wasn’t the smartest man in the world; but, he didn’t need to be. It had been more than a few months since the last time I’d spent the evening with a man.

  “My place or yours?” he said with a smile.

  While all my inhibitions told me not to spend the night with him, my libido was screaming at me to do the opposite. I was unable to resist his boyish charm any longer.

  “Mine,” I said.

  I waved at Janey, who was already talking to a few men of her own, and she nodded her approval. I could barely contain my excitement for all the things to come.

  2.

  “You can let yourself out, right? Janey should be back in a few hours, so don’t worry about locking anything,” I said as I readied myself for my first day of work.

  I didn’t even bother remembering his name. As turned on as I had been, I’d found out how incompatible we were last night. He might have been well endowed, but he didn’t know how to please a woman in the slightest. Not that I regretted my silly one-night stand. In fact, I liked that I was able to still attract a man that gorgeous. He lay in bed, just waking up, as I ushered myself out the door.

  Since I didn’t know where I was going, I was lucky enough to have a driver who would take me to my destination. He greeted me as soon as I stepped out onto the sidewalk

  “Ms. Jacobs?” the driver asked.

  “That would be me,” I replied.

  He opened the rear door of the black sedan. My mother always told me not to get into cars with strange men, and even though I knew it was for a job, I was still nervous.