by Kira Blakely
“I want a sexy assistant,” Rex pouts. “She’s perfect. She’s, like, Maxim-level perfect.”
“Ella isn’t my sexy assistant,” I half-lie. “And she isn’t perfect,” I fully lie, just for Rex’s peace of mind. There’s no reason to lord over him the objective fact of how perfect Isabella Petit is. “She’s just a girl who likes to play that role... and you can find one, too. Ella is a person. And she’s special, anyway. She’s different.”
“How so?”
My shoulders soften and I confess the truth, the words I’ve been holding back from myself and from everyone else. “She was made for me,” I say. “You can’t just force that.”
The villa doors swing open and four valets enter, including the one from earlier. It’s obvious from the stern expressions on their faces why they’re here and I look to Rex without sympathy. He needs to go. He can’t handle this place.
“Sorry, Rex,” I tell him gruffly, slapping him on the shoulder as I saunter out. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
Chapter 12
Ella
On Saturday morning, I leave my contacts out and put my glasses back on. I pull my hair up and sneak my phone out of my suitcase to tap a quick email.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Rainier murmurs next to me, either ready to go to sleep or ready to nuzzle up and start trying something. His body is so relaxed, I can’t imagine that he might actually be on the verge of getting up. “What are you doing? No phones on the island, babe. That’s a strict policy.”
I beam down at my phone and send the email to his car dealership, confirming analytics for eleven o’clock Monday. “I know,” I say, tearing my eyes from the screen to smile at him. “You just had some correspondences piling up.”
“You’re a total workaholic. You’re worse than I am.” He grins at me, unable to hide his pleasure with this fact. “You’re breaking the rules at a vacation spot just so you can work over Thanksgiving.”
“Oh, shit, my parents,” I seethe, bowing my head. “I almost forgot.”
“I think you did forget. Thanksgiving was Thursday.”
“Shut up. I’ll tell them that you’re working me overtime.”
“I am.”
“Burning the candle at both ends.”
“Ooh. Sounds kinky.” Rainier hesitates and then broaches, “What would you think about actually doing something like that, though?”
“I don’t know, you were pretty vague. What is the ‘candle’ in this scenario?”
Rainier laughs and shakes his head like I punched him. Maybe, in some ways, I have punched him.
“I mean, would you actually consider working for me—from home? From my home?” he elaborates.
“Uhhh.” Heat rushes up into my cheeks and my eyes dart over to him. “I don’t know.”
“I used to not like those glasses, but with your head down, they look good.”
“See? Would I even be able to get any work done?”
Rainier sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and settles back. “I guess not. But I think it’d be a solid move, anyway. Think about it. You’re happy. I’m happy. Maybe I could provide your boarding... your food... and a small stipend, just for living. And you’re my assistant throughout all of life, no matter where I am. Office or bedroom.”
I bite my lower lip, too, and I really imagine what that would be like.
Smirking, I straddle his lap and open my blouse. “I see me making you waffles in a cute little apron and nothing else. See your hands all over me.” I grind down and find him hard beneath the sheet. “I see myself taking care of your every need.” I suck on his lower lip and murmur to him, “Even when what you need is to relieve some tension before a big meeting.”
“Mm, I like that,” Rainier purrs. He plays with the tips of my hair, then his hands migrate to my nipples. He swallows. “I want you to belong to me.”
I’m in mid-grind on his shaft when he says the words, and I hesitate, blinking down at him. He stares back at me, his abdominal muscles stark and contracted, responding with soft grinds of his own. His coffee eyes cloud with lust and I wonder if he even really knows what he’s saying. Maybe that’s just his dick talking.
“The way an employee belongs to a boss,” I supply for him, sure that must be what he means.
“No… like a woman belongs to a man,” he growls, clutching my hip and grinding himself harder, insistently, against my sex. “I want to have every part of you, Ella. This…” He slips his hand between us and rubs at the wet patch developing on my panties. “This is my hole.” He takes the same hand and hooks a finger in my mouth, still humping me up and down. “And this is my hole.” He slides the finger in and out of my mouth, pantomiming fucking my mouth, while his free hand scoops over my ample ass cheeks and then slithers between them. “And this is my hole,” he breathes. His free hand is coming for my asshole and I brace myself, sure that it will be weird.His finger nudges gently at my asshole, but he doesn’t push too hard. “All your holes,” he promises me, “are my holes… and this dick is your dick.”
His finger starts to break into my ass and I gasp, unprepared. “Rainier,” I cry, using his first name in bed for the first time. It still feels new on my lips.
“I know, I know,” he growls, drawing his finger away. “You don’t like it yet. But you will.”
I’m not sure about that, but he grips my thigh and opens it, sliding out from underneath me. “Let me see it from the back.”
I obey, because it’s natural to do so, and he pushes my ass up and apart but not to get to my asshole. It exposes my pussy utterly and he pushes himself inside with no real foreplay this time. I’m already slick with anticipation anyway and he growls deep in his throat with the discovery.
“You feel so big,” I whine, almost complaining. This position—with my pussy so open, with him diving so deep—is new, and it makes me feel like a virgin all over again. I try to come away from Rainier by just an inch or two and make myself more comfortable. Sometimes the sex can be too crazy, too wild, and I worry that I’ll embarrass myself by losing control of my bowels or something. Especially with my whole ass on display right now—I don’t want him pushing too far.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he breathes, binding his arms around my hips and forcing me back, forcing me down to the base of his thick prick. “You’re going to stop running away from this dick…”
“Yes, sir,” I answer him, even though my face is now kind of crushed in a pillow. He thrusts deep and hard into me and I don’t run, because he told me that I was going to stop. I don’t run, even though the depth and his girth are almost unbearable, and I unleash a hot, quivering orgasm on his staff.
“You’re coming, aren’t you?” he pants, driving harder into me. I bounce on his shaft and my pussy shudders. He’s fucking pummeling me, merciless. “You’re coming right now, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer because my capacity for speech is gone now. I just moan like a damn cow and he takes that as a yes. My knees leave the mattress and he’s got me in the air now.
“Yeah, come on that dick,” he commands me, driving again and again and again. “It’s your dick, baby. Get your cum all over it.”
When my body loosens and shudders and collapses after the string of powerful orgasms, Rainier settles my limp legs to the mattress. His hands smoothen over my ass with adoration.
“My holes,” he whispers. “All mine. Every day. Everywhere.”
I feel his stiff head probing at my anus and tighten up with anticipation… and excitement.
“Relax, Good Girl.” His palm flashes down hard on my ass and my whole pelvic floor responds. I tremble and open up for him. “You’re going to love this.”
He’s surprisingly tender—more tender than he’s ever been with me, even when he was taking my virginity—as he pushes slowly into my final hole, taking another virginity. I stop breathing and get a little dizzy. Gooseflesh rises on my arms and rushes down my legs.
“Oh, my god,” Rainier gasps, sliding inch by inch. His c
ock grows inside me, as my tightness hardens him more and more. “Oh, my god.”
“Yes,” I sigh, eyes rolling. It doesn’t hurt. I thought that it would hurt but it doesn’t. It’s just… intense. I mean, I feel like I might pass out, but not in a bad way. It’s like a rollercoaster: terrifying but exhilarating.
Then he starts to pump in and out and I lose my mind. The intensity doubles down. He grips my hips and tugs me back, panting that I’m a good girl. But right now, I feel like a bad girl. He spanks me again and I get looser. It gets hotter. “That’s my girl…” Rainier sighs. He’s so impossibly large now, and I can almost feel the cum on the tip of his head. “And these are my holes. Oh… oh… are you ready… here it comes…”
His cock moves like thunder in me now, banging with deep, bone-shaking thrusts. It’s incredible. His massive length explodes and spasms inside me, flush with my ass, as low as he can possibly get, sweating in buckets and gasping for air.
“Oh, my god.” Rainier blinks in a daze up at the ceiling. He’s still in my ass. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Epilogue
Rainier
Two Months Later
I’ve got a goddamn meeting in one hour—no, fifty minutes—and I can’t find Ella anywhere. She’s supposed to be my personal assistant, with me in whatever capacity I need. But she’s not here, and I need the notes for the meeting right now. She’s being a very bad girl. I don’t want to have to punish her, but I will.
I’ve met oil magnate Cal Miller before—on occasion at Mystique Island, in fact—but we have never formally discussed business. I’m considering a new career direction, though it doesn’t actually mean anything. My stake in Howell & McKenzie is unshakeable, but I might find an acting CEO and venture to greener pastures.
Rex has lost a lot of his luster since Mystique Island. He’s been slipping, and I want to get some space… although I’m certain the company will be fine. He’s an asshole, but he’s still a genius with land and money. Until I come back, I’m interested in diversifying my capital. Possibly even venturing fully into a new field, and it won’t do to be completely without my paperwork for the meeting. I wanted to talk very specific numbers, math we painstakingly did all week.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m late,” Ella huffs, pushing through the entrance of my mansion with her arms loaded in binders. She wears a glamorous tea dress, like one of Don Draper’s conquests from Mad Men, and she smiles up at me helplessly as she tries to shoulder the door shut without dropping the binders. I notice that her makeup has been freshened since she left, and it looks like it belongs on a movie star. Her lips pop, her eyelashes are gigantic, and her cheeks glow in the light. When the hell did she have time for all that while she’s supposed to be at work right now?
“Where have you been?” I demand, stern… even though I also come forward and scoop the binders out of her overloaded arms.
“Thank you,” she breathes. “Um, I just…” Her big lashes blink up at me and she knows that she’s caught. Her crimson mouth folds down in a pout. “I stopped at Sephora on the way back,” she confesses, “because they’ve got in this new brand and they had an opening at the makeup counter and—”
“And you completely lost focus on the time?” My fingers stretch and catch on her chin, tilting her smoky eyes up to mine. I do love the makeup. It’s that exotic, bombshell look I used to crave… though I don’t need it as much as I thought I would. And I’m not as mad as I’m pretending to be. Seeing her here now, in the dress and the makeup and the heels, looking so beautiful, loaded down with binders for my meeting, she looks like the perfect woman all over again.
“I’m sorry that I’m late,” she repeats softly. “We still have forty-five minutes.”
“That’s not a lot of time.”
“But—” Her smoky lashes bat with confusion. “We’re only fifteen minutes away from his office.”
“Yes, but we also need time for me to relieve some stress,” I tell her, lowering my voice into a near hiss. My hand travels to her throat and holds it snugly, lovingly… but firmly. “You know how I get when you’re not around.”
“I know how you get when I’m around, too,” she breathes, and I clench my jaw.
“Get on your knees, Miss Petit,” I command her. “You’ve got less than thirty minutes to swallow my load and fix your makeup again.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, climbing down onto her knees. I know she just got it done… and she understands why I have to ruin it. Because she’s a bad girl.
I unbelt myself and open my zipper. My erection swings in the air beneath the bottom of my buttoned shirt, and gorgeous Ella glances up at me once, as if uncertain, and then obediently takes my thick head into her perfect little mouth. She doesn’t break eye contact as she squeezes her throat down its length, taking all of me, and my balls draw up.
“Fuck, yeah, smear all your lipstick,” I growl, thickening at the sight. Her lipstick smears away, leaving pink smudges on her chin and under her nose, trekking over my cock. “You were a bad girl, and I should spank you, but I don’t have the time. So swallow every drop of this, baby. Then you’ll be my good girl again. Then you’ll really be helping.”
My heart aches as her eyes squeeze shut in concentration and she brings her hands up to my slick shaft, working them up and down the length with real passion. She wants to make me come. She’s playing me hard. My head falls back and I thank God for Isabella Petit, my perfect woman. The kind of woman who will drop to her knees and ruin her lipstick on your cock. The kind of woman who will close her eyes and work your shaft hard because you say you need it. I want to make her Isabella Howell someday… but for right now, this blowjob is exquisite.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” I grunt, reaching into her hair, pulling her head back and forth, making her take just a little bit more. I know that she likes it, and I’ll be damned if I don’t. My load tingles at the tip of my head and I know it’s going to come. I know it’s going to be a lot. “Fuuuck…” I look down at her again, wildly working me, her hair a mess, her makeup destroyed. Fuck, yeah. My perfect assistant. “It’s coming,” I pant, bucking into her. “It’s coming…”
I spasm and the hot seed pours from me, into her mouth. She takes it all, drinking me, and then looks up from my spent prick and beams. Tears crowd her eyes from having triggered her gag reflex, but she’s proud of herself.
“That’s my girl,” I remind her huskily, dragging her off her poor knees. “That’s my good girl.” My hand swings down and clutches her ass appreciatively, giving that generous booty a little jiggle. “What are you going to do while I’m at my meeting?”
“Honestly?” she pipes.
“Of course.”
“I think I’m going down to the spa for a facial, a massage, and a wrap,” she confesses, nipping into her lower lip. “I know. I am a bad girl.”
I laugh. It’s true that, since becoming my woman, she doesn’t work as hard as she used to. I insist on pampering her, and she’s slowly bending to that insistence. She’s just getting used to being my queen. The only person she needs to serve is me, and the kingdom is hers. The crazy part is that she seems to love me. Serving me brings her pleasure, not resentment. It’s strange… but addictive.
“You deserve it,” I tell her, leaning down and kissing her bee-stung lips one more time. “Have a good time. I want to see you when I get back, though, in about two, two and a half hours. We’ve got a very important project to finish.”
I really should be getting downtown, but I can’t peel myself away from Ella. I’ve never been like this before, but with her… I’m opening up like a fucking flower.
“What project?” she asks.
I suck my lower lip, let my eyes trail her, and then release my lip again. “You. You’ve been working so hard, baby. When I need a massage, you’re on my back. When I have a wrinkle in my shirt, you get the iron. When I’m tired, you turn out the lights. And when I’m horny…” I growl a little bit and sway into her, my arms encirc
ling her waist. “You’re on top of that, too.”
Ella shies away from my predatory gaze but her hands trail down my shirt. I’m going to be late for this goddamn meeting. If she doesn’t want out, I’m going to miss it entirely, and we’ll both be bad.
“I don’t need anything,” she says. “I love my job.”
“Oh, I think you need something,” I tell her. “You need a long, hard massage, and you need me sucking on your clit all night long.”
“Mm.” But Ella steps away and I lick my lips. She bites her lower lip and nods toward the door. “See you tonight, then. When should I pencil you in?”
“Eight o’clock,” I answer sternly, already hard again just thinking about it. “And don’t be late, Miss Petit. You know what happens when you’re late.”
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Blakely After Dark
KIRA BLAKELY
A gold letter, wrapper in diamonds, addressed to me.
“You are cordially invited to Mystique Island.”
My roommate says it’ll be the perfect way to forget my stupid ex.
And finally lose my virginity:
A masquerade ball. You don’t have to have sex… but everyone else will be.
This is where I unmask my forbidden daddy.
He spanks me when I’m bad. He fills me when I’m good.
And his eyes…
His warm blue eyes are kind of familiar.
They remind me of the sexiest daddy I’ve ever known: