Mr. Bossy

by Danika Dare

  He watched me while I brushed my hair and applied my makeup between long draws on coffee, and then helped me with my clothes. He fondled and kissed me as he tugged me into a little pale blue lace dress. It was the barest slip of material, covering only the necessities.

  And he wouldn’t let me wear panties.

  “Are you serious?” I asked him.

  He smiled, fingering me. “What do you think?”

  “I’m going to feel naked.”

  “Exactly. I won’t be able to think about anything else. Let’s go.”

  “Let me touch-up my lipstick,” I said as I stepped into a pair of cream stilettos.

  He grabbed my hair and kissed me again, sucking at my lips. “No. I like you like this,” he spoke directly into my mouth. “ You can tell I’ve just taken your mouth. Leave it.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  He led me out of our suite and to the elevator with his hand around my waist.

  He kissed me again, deeply and passionately, on the ride down.

  We were an hour late to dinner, but it was a lavish meal with several courses, and it seemed to me we hadn’t missed much as a server led us to our assigned seats.

  I looked around the massive banquet hall. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting for the evening, but the amount of people attending the dinner was almost overwhelming.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever attended a wedding this big,” I murmured to Kashnikov, who walked next to me, his hand still wrapped around my waist like it was attached there.

  “Sheila is very competitive. Everything she does has to be the best and the biggest. Just wait until tomorrow. There will be twice as many attending the wedding itself.”

  He kept talking to me in that dark, gorgeous accent of his, explaining the evening, and that this event was a welcome dinner for all the wedding guests who’d traveled from all over the world to be there.

  Throughout the meal, people went up to the long bride and groom’s table, which was set up on an extravagant dais, and gave sweet, sappy speeches to the audience about how they’d met the smiling couple.

  “Don’t they usually do all of the speeches at the wedding reception?” I asked Kashnikov, voice pitched low, for his ears only.

  “She has twenty bridesmaids,” he spoke back in a low-pitched croon. “He has twenty groomsmen. I guess they needed two nights to get all of the speeches out of the way.”

  I watched Kashnikov. Watched him watch her with a stony expression. I wished like hell I could read him enough to know what he was thinking. What he was feeling.

  I quickly grew tired of that, and decided to distract him. To distract us both.

  We were sitting side by side in one of the large, circular tables toward the center of the large room.

  I inched closer to him in my chair, reaching a hand under the white table cloth to grip his thigh.

  His muscles jumped under my hand, his eyes snapping to me.

  I smiled at him and rubbed softly, stroking him from mid-thigh to knee through his slacks. I repeated the motion, then did it again.

  He grinned and leaned in close. His voice was a rasp in my ear, as though he were telling me a dirty secret. It got me unbelievably hot. “It makes me wild when you touch me. Be careful when you do it in public. Having an audience won’t stop me from touching you back. I’m just giving you fair warning.”

  A full-body shiver raced through me. I only paused for one brief moment before continuing my provocative stroke up his thigh.

  With a groan, he grabbed my hair and started kissing me, his tongue driving into my mouth to tangle with mine.

  It went on for some time. I couldn’t have said how long, his kisses made me nearly mindless, but when he finally pulled back and started kissing my neck, I had to fight for a long time to even form a coherent thought.

  “Aren’t we being too obvious?” I finally whispered to him. I was panting. “She has to know you’re just doing this to make her jealous.”

  He pulled back from my neck, giving me very direct eye contact as he smiled warmly. “If I’m being honest, I haven’t even given her a thought since you touched my leg.”

  “Oh,” was all my smitten, befuddled brain could come up with before he started kissing me again.

  His hands didn’t wander, staying firmly in my hair and at my hip. But his mouth was positively obscene.

  As his tongue swept into my mouth again, I started sucking it.

  My hand did wander, stroking his thigh, going higher and higher the more I lost the ability to give a damn about where we were.

  I stroked high enough, pushing my hand between his legs until I felt his balls through his slacks.

  He wrenched his mouth away to study my face. His eyes were full of heat.

  “I’m going to level with you, dear. If you touch my leg even one more time, for even one more second, I’m going to drag out you of here so fast your head spins, push you up against the nearest wall, and bust a nut so deep inside of your pussy that you’ll be carrying my cum inside of you till next week.”

  I took my hand away, smiling innocently up at him.

  He started kissing me again like he couldn’t help himself.

  I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I started stroking his thigh again.

  He was cursing as he pulled his mouth away this time. “What did I tell you, lapochka?” he asked softly.

  I didn’t get a chance to answer before he was rising, grabbing my hand, and pulling me from the room.

  He made it out of the building and into the garden but no further. Apparently the five extra minutes it would take to make it to our suite was too much for him.

  He fucked me right there in the garden, up against the wall, first with his mouth, followed shortly by his cock.

  He knelt at my feet, lifted my scant dress just enough to fit his head between my thighs, and ate me out, quickly and ferociously. There was no teasing. He burrowed his face against me, latching his mouth onto my pussy, and tongue fucked me.

  This lasted for only a few drugging beats before he pulled back to suck directly at my clit.

  I came hard, and while I was still coming, still in the throws of ecstasy, he rose, gliding his body along mine. I didn’t even realize he’d taken his dick out of his pants until it reached my pussy. There was no pause, no hesitation, he simply straightened, impaling me smoothly on his way up.

  He pumped into me hard, humping relentlessly into my pussy, his mouth at my ear, spouting off every dirty, intoxicating thing that came into his head as he fucked me stupid. “All I’ve thought about since I first laid eyes on you is living is this tight, sweet cunt until I fuck myself unconscious. I’m never going to stop. This pussy is mine. My property. I want you at my beck and call, day and night. When I travel, you travel. When I’m working, I want your body close enough to catch my cum, every time I want it, and I’ll want it a lot.”

  His words were more outrageous than ever, and probably nonsense, but they made me come instantly, and with his name on my lips.

  With a growl, he bottomed out inside of me, and emptied his load.

  I was still coming down, his lips on my neck, his dick buried to the hilt, my cunt clenching on it, milking it dry, when I noticed that we weren’t alone.

  A couple stood not ten feet away, holding hands. They’d obviously gone for a stroll in the garden and gotten more of a view than they’d bargained for.

  I tapped Kashnikov on the shoulder. He didn’t seem to notice. He was very absorbed in sucking at my neck and humping his spent cock around in my tenderized pussy. “We’re not alone,” I whispered at him.

  That got his attention. He turned just his head to look. “Oh, hey, Sam,” he said. His voice was hoarse, but rather composed, all things considered. “Hello, Tamara,” he added. “This is my fiancée, Greta. Let us just finish up here, and I’ll give you a proper introduction inside.”

  The couple left without a word.

  I was not nearly as mortified as I should have been. Kashnikov’s h
edonist ways were obviously corrupting me. I was sure it didn’t hurt that I was already a bit of an exhibitionist to begin with.

  “Well, I don’t think those two are going to forget meeting me anytime soon,” I said wryly.

  He gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen. It affected me, made me tingle from head to toe in pleasure. He kissed the tip of my nose affectionately. “No one could forget you, lapochka.”

  That was the moment it hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the wind out of me.

  I was falling for him. Falling for this filthy-talking Russian billionaire that probably ate hearts like mine for breakfast.

  I called myself every kind of stupid, but your brain can’t talk your heart out of its feelings, so knowing how stupid it was didn’t change a thing.

  I wanted more than this weekend with him. More than a business arrangement. More than a fling. I loved the way he doted on me, the way he made me feel, the filthy, inappropriate, ridiculous things he said to me. I wanted it all to be real.

  And I didn’t want it to end.

  Ever.

  I held still and watched with breathless delight as he pulled himself out of me slowly.

  He tucked his heavy cock back into his slacks and brought his hand back between my thighs, fingering my pussy with casual ownership. “Let’s go clean up before we head back in for dessert.”

  I let him straighten my dress and pull me along. He took me back up to the suite, pushed me down on the bed, and cleaned me himself with a warm, wet cloth.

  I lay there passively. I felt boneless and lazy. I’d never had so many orgasms in such a short time in my life, never even come close.

  I didn’t even bother to lower my dress when he left me to dispose of the washcloth. I was still laying there, legs sprawled apart, sex exposed, when he came back to stare down at me.

  He ran his tongue over his teeth, eyes blazing as they took me in. “I don’t even know how it’s possible, but I want you again. Get up, and cover yourself, or I’m going to lose it again, and fuck you raw.”

  I got up, smoothing my skirt down. I glanced down at myself, and straightened my clothes as best I could. “Are you sure I shouldn’t change? This dress looks like I just got my brains fucked out in it.”

  That didn’t seem to bother him at all. He was grinning, ear to ear, as he led me out of the suite.

  When we got back to the dinner, he acted more smitten than ever, feeding me each bite of my dessert, kissing me to taste it with me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to mate with mine, over and over, bite after bite.

  After the dinner was finished, we stayed to mingle together. He didn’t let me out of his grasp, his arm around me, hands touching me wherever he pleased as he introduced me, with seemingly sincere fondness, to his friends and business associates.

  I ate his attention up like I was starved for it, and gave as good as I got. Our PDA was out of hand. He touched, and I touched back. He kissed me, and I took it and gave it back in spades. He pushed his tongue in my mouth, and I sucked on it like it was his delectable cock, and I was hungry for his big, fat dick.

  He enjoyed my responses, to put it lightly. His eyes on me were warm with approval. He was very happy with what he probably thought was a convincing performance.

  It was a wonderful night. I enjoyed it too much. Enjoyed him too much.

  I knew it wasn’t a crime to let him dote on me, but I mentally beat myself up for reveling with such abandon in his tender attentions.

  I was basking in his intoxicating presence, infatuated with him, and I was too smart to be feeling the things I was feeling for a man like Kashnikov.

  He would chew my heart up and spit it out if I was foolish enough to give it to him. I knew it for a fact.

  And I knew that at the end of this, I needed to keep my pride, at the very least.

  And my heart, I added to myself, though some brutally honest part of me already knew it was too late for that.

  CHAPTER TEN

  I woke up the next morning, the day of his ex’s wedding, with him on my back, pumping into me from behind, one of his hands fondling my breasts, the other playing with my clit.

  He’d fucked me awake. I was barely conscious as he made me come, but he wasn’t done.

  He kept moving on my back, rutting mindlessly into me, filth spilling from his mouth.

  I felt something playing with my back entrance, and I thought it was his thumb.

  He didn’t slow his movements, his cock pounding into my pussy, as he rubbed gently at my asshole. “This is mine, too. I’m going to fuck your sweet, luscious ass tonight, lapochka, so you know that I own it. But first I’m going to make it nice and tender. I’ll kiss it, lick it, and get it nice and juicy with your cream and my cum. How does that sound?”

  I thought the noises I was making were a sufficient answer.

  “You want that?” he crooned into my ear. “You want me to own your tight little ass? You want me to shove my dick in there and fuck it until we both come? I’ll blow my load right here,” he pushed just the tip of his thumb inside, “but I’ll pull out while I’m still coming and spurt my seed right on your plump cheeks, and against this puckered little flesh,” he pushed his thumb deeper, his thrusts pounding relentlessly into my pussy all the while.

  I came with a scream.

  With a shout, he followed me, pulling out as he came. I felt warm liquid coating the lips of my pussy then spraying up at my asshole. He fingered it, rubbing his cum into my pussy, then working up to spread it all over my back entrance.

  His lips were tender on my shoulders, trailing soft kisses from one side to the other.

  “You’re perfection,” he whispered fiercely against my flesh. “I’m going to stake my claim on every inch of you.”

  With that, he left me, going into the bathroom and shutting the door. A moment later, I heard the shower go on.

  I was nearly asleep again when he re-emerged. I was startled to full consciousness when his big, warm hand slapped my naked ass lightly.

  “Get up, and into the shower. You need to get ready for the wedding. We can’t be a full hour late today.”

  I showered and got dressed in the skimpy lace lilac dress he’d left hanging on the door for me.

  I was surprised to find that Kashnikov was absent as I exited the bathroom.

  But I wasn’t alone. Two women I’d never seen before were setting up hair products and makeup supplies on the desk near the window.

  “Where’s Kashnikov?” I asked them.

  One of them nodded toward the closed door that led to the suite’s living room. “He told us to tell you he’ll be working in there until you’re ready, and to send one of us to get him if you need anything.” She nodded across the room, and for the first time I noticed a tray with covered plates on it. “He said to eat if you’re hungry, just do it over here, so we can start working on you while you do.”

  I went to the tray lifting up each metal plate cover until I found a sausage link. I grabbed it with a napkin and took it across the room, sitting down obediently to have my hair and makeup done.

  I closed my eyes, eating and letting them work. When they finished my hair was soft and tousled, my makeup perfect and soft.

  Tiffany blue shoes had been set out for me, and I loved the way they complimented the lilac of my dress. I felt like I was living in a fairytale.

  A filthy, sex-filled fairytale.

  I was just stepping into my shoes when the door to the rest of the suite opened and Kashnikov stepped in, looking good enough to eat.

  I studied his huge body in his perfectly tailored tux. It killed me. I loved it. I wanted to lick him through his clothes, he looked so edible.

  And I was more than gratified at his own head to toe perusal of me. Clearly it was mutual.

  He strode over to me, smiling.

  He was holding his hand cupped out in front of him, and as he moved closer I saw that it held my jewelry from the day before. In the heated frenzy that had led to me pa
ssing out with no memory of getting undressed, he’d taken them off me and secured them somewhere. He put the earrings in and the ring on without a word.

  I looked down at the ring. It was beautiful. I loved it. If I was more of a masochist, I’d have let myself pretend for a bit that it was actually mine to keep.

  “You’re beyond beautiful, lapochka. You’re stunning. You set me on fire. Now kiss me.”

  I raised my face, stood on my tiptoes, and pressed my lips to his.

  He devoured me, sucking at my tongue, licking at my lips until my gloss was sucked clean.

  When he pulled back I tried to retouch my lipstick, but he wouldn’t let me. Apparently that was a thing of his. He liked my lips bare and swollen from his amorous attentions, whether it be his mouth or his cock.

  I loved it, loved the sense of ownership he showed for me.

  I just wished it wasn’t fake, or that the way it made me feel was.

  The wedding was outside, and it was a beautiful day.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been to a wedding, but I could remember that they usually made me feel sappy and romantic, or at least do more than roll my eyes.

  This one was an exception. It was unfair, but the more I liked Kashnikov, the more I disliked his cheating ex, and I had a hard time getting sappy over her wedding when I’d seen the way she still looked at him.

  She definitely wasn’t over him. And he clearly wasn’t over her.

  I hated it, and it put a sour taste in my mouth as I watched her sweetly saying her vows.

  I kept stealing glances at Kashnikov’s face, but whatever he felt, he was hiding it well.

  I touched his leg, making him look at me.

  His brows shot up, and he grinned wickedly, bending down to speak into my ear. “Did you forget what I said about you touching my leg in public?”

  I kissed his jaw, and whispered in his ear. “I’m wet, Kashnikov.”

  With a groan he started kissing me, almost pulling me into his lap.

  I was sure we were causing a scene, and I didn’t care. At least his mind was on me, and not her.