Bossman's List

by Ashlee Price

  I gave that mighty stalk a kiss, taking a deep breath of his musk. It filled my nostrils, heady, intoxicating, and saliva gathered on the back of my tongue. I kissed it again, hearing Langdon’s voice in my head.

  No rush.

  I licked under the shaft near the head, and the engorged meat twitched with delight. I kept pumping him mid-stalk, squeezing the base, noticing his scrotum rising and falling, those lovely balls churning within.

  I couldn’t help but smile, eager to taste them and knowing it wouldn’t be long before I’d be doing just that.

  But first his meaty cock demanded my attention. I licked the head a few more times, just to tease him a bit before taking him into my mouth. My lips folded over my teeth and my tongue dropped a bit, his delicious dong quickly pushing my jaw open even further. He was salty and tasty, and my tongue swirled around him to touch every exposed bit of it, pulling back before pushing it back in, out and in while I pumped the exposed shaft and squeezed the base. My skull was a toy for his satisfaction. I held my breath while I took him in even further, my throat widening to prevent me from choking.

  “Oh yeah,” he groaned, his hand finding my hair, gently stroking but not pushing me down onto him. “You’re so good, Sheryl, so good…” I was inspired, pumping harder and pulling out his saliva-slathered spike to blow sharp, cool streams of air against it. Langdon’s hips rose and rolled, fingers pulling just a bit harder. “Ooooohhhh yyyyeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhh…”

  But I was only getting started, and I eagerly climbed further along his body, kissing my way up his muscular torso as his rippling abs rose and fell with his regulated breathing. I stopped short of meeting him face to face, traveling just to where my breasts met his hungry horn. I let his slick dick slide between my tits and pushed them together around it. They wrapped completely around the girth, the length poking up and back as I rubbed up and then down, up and down. His cock slid between my breasts and my nipples rubbed against his skin until they burned, aching, harder and longer than they’d ever been, reaching out for the one they needed.

  Langdon’s sack rubbed against my own taught belly as I dragged myself over that wondrous wand, up and back, pressing myself down on it with all my might, pressing my tits to create as much friction as I could, faster and faster as that spit-slick dick stuck in and out. Langdon’s hips bucked a bit faster and his long legs flexed to push himself up against me as he growled from low in his throat.

  “You like that?” I asked, my voice a devilish grin. “That feel good, baby?”

  “Oh yeah, so good, Sheryl, so good.”

  “Gonna fuck you with my whole body, Langdon, give you everything I’ve got.”

  I rubbed faster, my entire body a device for Langdon’s pleasure, and his body reacted in kind, sopping up the loving perspiration that coated us with a dewy sheen. He put one strong hand on each of my cheeks and turned my face upward. Our eyes locked. His half-smile was cocked and his cock was half-smiling, and he pulled me up with ease and gentle power for a long, deep kiss full on the lips.

  Once I was on top of him, I prepared to mount him cowgirl style in a close replication of my dream. But this time, I’d be able to look him in the face—and what a face it was! I couldn’t wait to look down into those eyes, those chiseled features, and feel that massive meat inside of me.

  I mounted him, already molten with desire and ready for his dramatic measurements. My pussy had already been broken in by his incredible cock, and I knew what I was getting into and what was getting into me.

  On all fours above Langdon, I lowered myself onto him. The muscles of my legs instinctively kept me at a comfortable position, with just enough cock to satisfy without hurting me before I was ready for that. Up and down, my hips calling the tune, I leaned forward and glared at Langdon beneath me. He looked up, his hips shifting even as his head remained still with that long brown hair spread out on either side of his perfect face.

  I dropped my face onto his, kissing him hard, my tongue probing deep into his mouth, his own swirling around mine, the two meeting in a dark, playful dance.

  I wriggled my hips, my orgasm already curling and growing, no longer a resentful prisoner but the princess of the kingdom, ever-present and ready to bask in the sunlight of her eternal popularity. I felt like it wasn’t just another orgasm, but a continuation of the first ones Langdon had helped me achieve on our first night together. It felt like a thing of its own, an enemy turned ally, returning to visit and never truly to leave. It crept around under my surfaces, happily hunting for the right time and place, dancing under my quivering abdomen.

  Langdon looked up at me with that exquisite calm, his eyes fixed on mine as if I had some otherworldly, hypnotic hold on him. Neither could I seem to break that steely gaze. I curled up my fist and brought it down onto his massive, muscular chest, the wet thump rising up the only real reaction. He didn’t even flinch.

  I dropped my fist down even harder, the thud louder, and a third strike left a red oval in the shape of the side of my hand.

  “Good, Sheryl, good!”

  I punched him again, and he crackled with laughter. “Harder, Sheryl, harder! You’re stronger than that!” I punched him harder and then harder still, but he only shouted, “Bring it on, Sheryl! You’re a fighter, you’re a lioness!” My body followed his instructions. Even in the moment of my greatest dominance I could help but submit to his amazing will. My fingers clawed out and dragged across his chest, pushing in and drawing white lines across his tan body. He hissed out in what sounded like something between pain and satisfaction. And I fed on that, in ways I’d never imagined I would.

  I’m Sheryl Francis, I told myself. This isn’t me. At least, it didn’t used to be.

  Before I realized it, my face was pressed against that chest, against sheets of muscle under skin on which red lines were already tracing the white. My teeth dug in to bite his pec just near the nipple.

  “That’s it, Sheryl! You’re a killer, you’re a man-eater, you’re an alpha now, Sheryl, you’re a bloodthirsty mandating monster, aren’t you?” To my delirious amazement, I could only growl in response, biting and clawing at him again. “Alright then,” Langdon said, “time to conquer the wild thing once and for all!”

  Langdon’s movement was swift and smooth. He flipped me over to put me on my side and was suddenly on his side as well, with his huge hammer still inside me. He craned my right leg up and my inner thigh pressed tight against his god-like torso. My calf became the happy companion of his iron chest as my foot wriggled excitedly and my toes curled. With his hand wrapped around my leg near my hip, he was in perfect control of my body once again, and he began pulling in and jabbing forward in an instant burst of steady rhythm. His height meant that our bodies matched together perfectly in the kneeling position, and his incredible stamina meant he’d be able to go on as long as he liked in this or any other position. I knew full well that even after Langdon came, he’d soon be ready to come again and then again and again. His stamina was matched only by his appetite and his endowment.

  And that made me want him to come for the first time that night. But I was beyond controlling the situation. I’d done what I could, and Langdon had taken over, the way he was meant to do, the way I secretly and truly wanted him to do.

  My other leg lay slack on the Afghan rug. My hands were empty and my arms useless. Heat poured out of the fireplace. My orgasm was already percolating, my new, old friend returned. It read my vulnerability, sensing the first moment I’d dropped my aggressive facade. It struck me and it struck hard. My body jutted and convulsed, hot juices pushing in and out of my inner chambers. A bubble broke and then rose to break again.

  “You’re coming again, you little wild thing,” Langdon said. “You can’t stop coming, you won’t ever stop coming!” I nodded, unable to speak. “But just for me, Sheryl, only for me.” Again, a frantic nod was all I could offer. “Say it, Sheryl!”

  “Just for you, baby, just… just… for you…”

  “You lov
e to be my sizzling little cum slut, my private little pussy…”

  “Yes…”

  “But only for me. Nobody else knows you like I do, Sheryl. Nobody will ever know you like I do.”

  “No… nobody…” Even these words were making me come, a continuous vibration that had my brain jangling in my skull. I was entranced, half-awake. It was almost an out-of-body experience. I was his slave, and I would have said or done anything he’d said.

  “And you love me,” Langdon rasped, his hips still grinding. My body was a river of orgasmic energy, flooding my soul, baptizing me in the warming light of a love I hadn’t dreamt I’d ever have.

  Until I did dream it.

  But this was no dream; this was my life, and the best moments of it yet.

  “Say it, Sheryl.”

  “I love you,” I said, “I do, I do…”

  “You always did, from the moment we met, even from before that.”

  “Yes…”

  “You didn’t understand it then, but you do now. You know it’s fate that we found each other. You know that we’re meant to be together and that nothing could ever have kept us apart.”

  “Yes… God yes…”

  Through the frenzy of the fuck, he said, “And I love you too, Sheryl. I’ve never known such a sweet, strong, supple little slut as you! You’re fearless, Sheryl, you’re a giant, towering above all of them, above all of us!”

  I couldn’t respond. My mind was swimming with visions of myself I’d never considered. They were visions of a different person; not the girl I was, but the woman I was becoming.

  “And we’re not going to be apart, Sheryl, not ever. Now that we’ve found each other, nothing’s ever going to separate us.”

  “No… never…”

  He kept pumping, long and purposeful thrusts. Even through the delirium of my continuous orgasm, I could feel his cock flinch inside me, ready to reward me with the achievement I’d hoped to claim for my own. But it was better shared.

  “You want me to come, baby?”

  I nodded, croaking out a “Yes!” that was half a word, half a sob.

  “Alright baby, you want it? You got it, you got it all, baby, you got everything I got, everything I am, you sexy gorgeous creature. It’s all for you, all for you! Take it all, Sheryl!” He threw his hips around faster and harder, and the chaotic shifts and leans and holds triggered his eruption. I could feel that hot load racing through him, charging forward and finally spitting into me, deep and hot, filling me entirely. It swirled with my own juices, making my body a cauldron for a new and unique recipe to be replicated nowhere else in the Universe. My body was a vessel for a new thing, a combination of his life and mine. Our essences collided and combined and percolated, a heady brew, the very stuff of life.

  We leaned back, our bodies relaxing. Leaving himself planted deep inside me, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and gently kissed the back of my neck. I was exhausted but still humming, as if my orgasm hadn’t ended but was merely resting. I knew that it wouldn’t be long until it would dance again, our mutual voices rising in that timeless, discordant melody of lust and passion, glee and satisfaction.

  Chapter 16

  The next day I started to feel a little better about things. Being away from the city really helped. I wasn’t surrounded by John and Margaret Alister and all the complications that suddenly came along with working at Alister Fashions.

  Langdon and I went to the local ski shop and he bought us new clothes and all the equipment we needed. Trying on all those lush and cozy winter clothes and boots made me feel less like a princess in a fairy tale and more like some adventurous spy suiting up for an alpine mission.

  Once on the slopes, we took a few easy runs just to warm up. The sky was crystal clear, a deep and pale blue that lightened or darkened as the sun crept across it. The heat of the sun was only a meek contrast to the chill emanating from the snow and a sharp breeze on every side, but we were bundled up and equipped with everything we needed—especially each other. Dark goggles protected our eyes from the nearly blinding snow and glare. Clusters of pines and cedars stood thick on each side of the wide, ski-tracked slopes.

  We took the ski lift to the top of a higher and steeper slope. I was a little nervous, and about more than just the slope. I’d never considered myself afraid of heights, but I also never liked sitting on the ski lift. It was too far down, a gaping chasm just beneath my dangling feet. I tried not to look down, not wanting to disappoint Langdon with an immature show of cowardice.

  Even so, it made me want to throw up.

  I tried not to think about it, but I didn’t like where my imagination kept going whenever I gave it room to roam.

  I couldn’t help but think about Flynn. I hoped Langdon’s information was right, that the cops were just keeping Flynn stashed away. But for what, I wondered, and for how long? What if they do find something on Langdon? There could have been mistakes in his business that might wind up getting him into some trouble. If they look hard enough, aren’t they bound to find something?

  I thought about Margaret at our last meeting, how she’d angrily accused me and Langdon of putting Flynn up to a hoax to ruin John’s company. It wasn’t a bad theory, the more I thought about it, and I had to start wondering if she hadn’t accidentally leaked John’s own strategy, which she probably would know to one degree or another. Could John and Flynn be working together to bring Langdon down?

  It all seemed possible, but also so complicated, so complex.

  If I were John Alister and I wanted Langdon Cane out of the way, how would I do it? It wasn’t easy to answer that question, because I just didn’t think the way John did. At one point I’d hoped to learn from him and emulate him. Suddenly I was learning more than I wanted to know, and emulating him was the last thing on my mind.

  More and more, I was just hoping to escape him.

  Because there was always a simpler explanation, as much as I didn’t like to entertain it.

  Forget all this angling, I told myself, assuming the role and putting myself in John Alister’s place. Forget involving that kid Flynn; he’s too unreliable. Forget trying to buy out AussieGarb; it’s too likely that they’d tell him what I’m up to before I could get it done. That’s sloppy, risky, and that’s not me, that’s not John Alister.

  With me, nothing is the way it seems.

  Because ultimately it would just be easier to draw him in with a bogus offer, let him fuck my personal assistant for a while, and then have them both killed and make it look like an accident. Maybe a skiing accident…

  A shiver ran up my spine as we reached the top of the mountain and slid off the ski lift. As relieved as I was to have my skis back on firm ground, I didn’t feel much better about anything else. Even more than a few minutes before, I felt helpless, dangling, headed for a fall.

  Langdon took a good look at me through the goggles and wool hat and scarf. He seemed to have an insight most people lacked, and his insight into me was only getting keener.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  “Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m… it’s a bit higher up, isn’t it?” I looked down the slope, eager to cover up the real reason for my sudden concern. Don’t be ridiculous, I told myself. As if John Alister would go through all that trouble, as if he were capable of such a thing.

  We pushed off, and I was suddenly moving much faster than I’d expected. I tried to keep my skis pointing inward to slow my descent, but I knew that wasn’t going last long. The mountain spread out around us, bigger than I’d realized. The other skiers were well distant, and everybody had plenty of room to weave and bob and slide down that icy slope.

  I started to feel better as adrenalin coursed through my veins while I sped down that mountainside. I felt strong, fast, beyond the reach of any nefarious elements and safe by Langdon’s side.

  You’re getting paranoid, I scolded myself.

  Paranoid? I silently countered. Those pundits weren’t talking about somebody else. It wasn’t my imaginat
ion. That was me!

  I started moving even faster. My legs strained to keep me upright. I leaned forward, crouching with my poles tucked under my arms. My form was good, up to the task of conquering the slope.

  What about all John’s affairs? There’s a lot to John Alister that I still don’t know, and he’s probably counting on that.

  I looked around, but was unable to see Langdon in my peripheral vision.

  S’okay, I told myself, he’s got to be close by.

  But although I didn’t see Langdon, I did see a skier in a black jumpsuit and helmet keeping pace alongside me and getting nearer and nearer as we both sped down the hillside.

  Langdon?

  I looked around and then forward again, feeling myself being pulled dangerously close to the trees.

  It’s your imagination. Keep your head in the game or you’ll smash into one of those trees and it’s game over.

  But another glance to my right told me it wasn’t my imagination, not at all. Langdon was nowhere around, and the guy in black was getting closer and closer, even glancing over at me from behind his black helmet. Then he pulled something out of his pocket and raised it. It was black plastic, but I couldn’t quite recognize the shape.

  A gun? Did John have a hit man waiting for us? Did he send us right into an ambush? Just like in that dream! The first dream with Langdon came true, now the one where Alister kills us both is coming true too!

  Get a hold of yourself, my better voice urged me, just find Langdon!

  Where’s Langdon? Did they already get him? Oh no, Langdon!

  My heart was pounding in my chest and my palms were sweating in my gloves as I raced forward, faster than I could control and getting faster still.

  The man in black got closer, and I swerved closer to the edge of the woods. Any one of those thick pine trunks would be enough to bring instant death—if a silenced gunshot didn’t do the job first. Is that the game, drive me into the trees, make it look like an accident?