My Billionaire Boss

by Gold, Bella

  “Now get up. I need you to prepare his bathroom and master suite while I start his breakfast and pull the sheets off of everything.”

  Though an outgoing businessman by day, Michael was by night a favored recluse. He only kept two servants in his home, and when he wasn’t there he allowed no one into his mansion except for them. Because of the size of the place, Lola had something new to clean every day and had begun putting white sheets over the furniture to save herself some work.

  “All right, all right,” James muttered, standing up.

  His lean, naked body glimmered in the soft light of his bedside table, and for a moment Lola completely forgot about the house, suddenly wanting to taste the handsome man again. Shaking her head, Lola sent the thought away and moved into action.

  ~

  The breeze felt warm and dry as it drifted through Michael’s open balcony doors. The air swirled around the large room, wrapping around his muscled calves and arms as if it wanted to seduce him the way he seduced all those around him. Slowly Michael opened his eyes, looking up at the large white canopy of his dark oak four-poster king size bed. He loved being home.

  Inhaling deeply, he caught the scents of cinnamon, coffee, and the ocean. They all came together perfectly in a whirlwind of fragrance, bringing him out of bed to walk, naked, across the large room and onto the balcony overlooking the cliffs and ocean. He ran a hand through his shaggy dark brown hair, happy to finally feel relaxed. Below him, he caught sight of James, his pool boy, scooping leaves out of his pool and adjoining Jacuzzi.

  James was new to Michael’s estate, He had brought him less than a year ago with the official title of ‘pool boy’, but he was also there to help Lola if she needed assistance. He was a handsome young Jamaican, with long black dreads tied in a braid down his ebony back. He wore only a pair of low-slung red shorts, covering his assuredly long cock and well-shaped ass.

  As he watched the young man, he heard Lola’s high heels clicking on the stone patio, walking towards him. She appeared seconds later, holding a tray with a glass, a pitcher of water, and a plate full of sandwiches. James smiled at her as he dropped his skimmer and stepped towards her, thanking her as he took a long swig of cool water.

  “Is Sir up yet?” James asked, resting a comfortable hand on Lola’s uniform clad backside.

  “He hasn’t come downstairs as yet at least,” Lola responded, stepping closer to the young man.

  “He’s much more handsome than I remember,” James admitted.

  “Though I barely saw him long enough to shake his hand. One of his assistant’s hired me.”

  Lola nodded her head, and even from above Michael could see her dark cheeks turn pink.

  “He’s absolutely gorgeous,” she gushed.

  “And kind too. He gave me a week off with pay when I notified him of my divorce and even booked me into the spa at the resort his club is at. It was amazing. I needed it after everything Javier put me through.”

  James finished his first sandwich and took a seat on the ground.

  “Did you and him ever…?”

  Lola laughed and shook her head.

  “No, though I can’t deny that I’ve fantasized about it. He’s so calm. But you know, like the quiet strong kind? I bet he’s an amazing lover.”

  “Has he ever brought anyone here?”

  Lola shook his head. She was thankful he hadn’t. The very thought of another woman in the house made her jealous. Though she didn’t own it, she thought of Michael’s mansion as her home and was extremely loyal to her patron. The last thing she wanted was for gold digging whores trying to sink their teeth into him.

  “Do you think he’s into men?” James asked suddenly, throwing both Lola and the eavesdropping Michael off guard.

  Lola raised a curious eyebrow then shrugged her shoulders.

  “I don’t know. Are you into men?”

  “Sometimes,” James admitted.

  “Life is so short, why deny yourself the pleasure of another person just because of their gender?”

  Michael smiled, liking his answer. Quietly he stepped back into his room, thinking it was time to have a talk with his chatty staff. He slung on a pair of jeans and walked down the winding staircase to the main floor. He loved the way his house looked. After the restoration, he had filled it with white sheer curtains and dark redwood furniture, decorated with large, plush pillows and cushions. He replaced the wooden floors with a white and sandstone marble and had the old sterling silver chandeliers polished and put back up.

  He had also completely modernized the kitchen and all of the bathrooms. He remembered how Lola’s face lit up when he first showed her the kitchen. Loving to cook, it was practically her wet dream to have such a large, modern kitchen full of appliances. Pushing open the dark slatted redwood door, Michael let himself into the room and walked straight to the coffee pot, thirsting for Lola’s amazing coffee. Her gasp informed him that she was no longer outside with James.

  “Good morning Sir! Finally awake I see,” she greeted him. With a smile still on her face, she walked to the black fridge only a foot away from Michael and pulled out a glass bottle of her homemade coffee creamer.

  “I made it as soon as you told me you were coming,” she told him proudly. It was a hazelnut concoction that she made on her own, and he loved it. Every time he left he took a box full of containers with him, but it never lasted long.

  Michael smiled in appreciation as he took the proffered bottle from Lola.

  “Thank you my darling. You spoil me.” Michael poured a huge dollop into his coffee, moaning as he took a long swig from the amazing brew. Delicious. Setting his coffee cup down, Michael took a step closer to Lola, and boldly rested a hand on her hip. He felt her flinch but made no move to stop him.

  “So, what have you been up to while I’ve been away?” He asked casually, taking a step closer to get a better look at Lola’s full, soft lips and wide, beautiful eyes.

  “Me?” She replied, trying to find words while ignoring her wildly beating heart.

  Michael chuckled and nodded his head.

  “Yes darling, you.”

  “I, um, well. I’ve been keeping the house clean, sir. With the help of James.”

  Michael stepped closer until there was no space between them. His hand slipped from her hip to the exposed thigh under the hem of her short, flared black skirt and white apron. She was warm and trembling, already making his cock thump eagerly against his zipper.

  “Ah, yes, James. Is he doing well? Helping with your chores? Your needs?”

  “My needs?” She whispered softly, her head already leaning towards his.

  Michael nodded his head, his hand disappearing between her legs. Knowing fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her scrap of underwear, and he ground his teeth. Already the heat and moisture were soaking through to his fingertips, tempting him to explore the soft flesh that was hidden there.

  Lola’s soft lips parted and her eyes glazed over as Michael’s fingertips began massaging long, slow circles into the front of her wet panties. She could feel the sensitive bud of her clitoris begin to blossom and fill as he continued his relaxed ministrations, and she had no urge to stop him.

  Michael smiled as he watched the passion spread over her face, and he only stopped long enough to lift her up onto the kitchen island. She was small and light, and he was able to move her easily. Immediately her knees moved away from one another as her bare bottom touched the cold surface of the marble island, a welcome comfort from the rising fever.

  “Lie back,” Michael instructed, and Lola did so willingly. Her eyes rolled in pleasure as she felt his strong hands wrap around the side strings of her thong and drag them down and away from her legs. She gasped as she was suddenly tugged towards the edge of the surface so that her long legs dangled over.

  “Sir,” she breathed as she felt his hands bunch the fabric of her skirt up to her waist. His tongue, warm and skilled, slid between the wet folds of her lips, parting and sucklin
g them as he drew out his first taste of her honey. Lola moaned softly as she relaxed into Michael’s talented tongue. It dove, thrust, and licked her most sensitive places as if he knew exactly how to pleasure her. In a matter of moments Lola’s back was arched and her hands were caught in Michael’s hair as she felt her first orgasm rip through her, her come splashing over his lips and the counter.

  “Good girl,” Michael groaned, moving off of his knees to flip her onto her stomach. As he lifted his head, he caught the shadow of movement and looked up towards the patio door. There standing in the entryway was James, watching in quiet fascination. Michael could see his large erection tenting the front of his red shorts, and it made him smile wickedly.

  “Perfect timing James,” Michael called, tilting his head to motion him towards Lola.

  “I believe Lola needs something to gag on while I do this.” To emphasize his point, Michael slid his rigid cock between Lola’s spread legs and wet folds, sinking deeply into her.

  Lola’s eyes rolled as a pleasure filled moan left her lips. Sir was large and thick, much like James, and left little to no room inside of her.

  “Please James,” she breathed, trying her best to focus her eyes on his figure.

  “I want you. I want to taste you.”

  Michael growled in delight, loving how obedient and tight she was. His eyes moved from the sight of her splayed body to James. He had moved closer to them, barely out of reach from Lola’s mouth.

  “Lose the shorts,” Michael commanded, and James instantly obeyed, pushing the bright fabric away from his chiseled hips and stepped out of them. He took the final steps, closing the distance between him and Lola, and she greedily opened her mouth to take him in. James’ eyes locked with Michael’s as he groaned in ecstasy, enjoying the way Lola’s skilled lips wrapped tightly around his cock, creating a warm wet vacuuming effect.

  Between them, Lola was in heaven. The tight walls of her passage were constantly squeezing and trembling as rivers of her juices coated Michael’s large cock with every deep thrust. She craved being dominated, longed for it. She had thought she’d had it with her ex-husband, but there was a hard line between abuse and dominance, and he had crossed it.

  Still, she was thankful for the divorce, because if it hadn’t happened, she wouldn’t have her master or her lover inside her all at once, filling her the way she always wanted to be filled. As if she were showing her appreciation, Lola squeezed her Kegels tightly, making Michael growl in pleasure.

  From above, he watched the sculpted muscles in her legs and buttocks clench as she squeezed the vaginal muscles, tightening herself around him like a vice. He slapped her ass in response as he moved his hips faster, making her moan in delight. Immediately his hand moved to the inflamed spot, massaging the sting away. Michael loved how obedient and willing she was for him, and he cursed himself for not seducing her earlier.

  In front of him he heard James’ growl of release, and his eyes moved back up just in time to see the look of total pleasure on the man’s face as he came forcefully into Lola’s waiting mouth. The scene was hotter than any porn he’d ever seen on the screen or in real life, and he quickly followed James’ actions, pulling his cock out just in time to shoot his seed all over Lola’s beautiful ass. The white, milky fluid dripped like glaze off of a perfectly fried donut, tempting James.

  Lola’s head dropped into her arms in exhaustion as she took deep breaths to steady her wildly beating heart. Sensing movement, she opened one eye just in time to see James moving away from her mouth towards her backside where Sir still stood. She heard a command from him to keep her eyes closed and she shut them again obediently.

  Michael watched with a knowing gaze as James walked towards him. Although they had both come, they were already growing hard again. He watched James’ eyes dart from his face to Lola’s cum covered ass, as if he were asking permission. When Michael nodded his head once, James moved in between Lola’s still parted legs to lap his tongue over the long river’s of Michael’s cum. The hot, salty substance clung willingly to James’ tongue, as if it wanted to be inside of him.

  From behind, Michael watched the scene lazily, enjoying the view of his two servants enjoying both him and one other.

  CHAPTER 3

  The eyes of every salesgirl snapped to Michael’s handsome figure as he stepped into the chic boutique. Even those that were helping other customers lost their words as they looked up at him. Michael smiled at all of them, and they all moved in a flurry to help see to his needs. A beautiful woman with wild curls and soft coffee skin reached him first, welcoming him to the store.

  He watched amusingly as the other girls skulked back to their customers, sad about their missed opportunity. Smiling, he moved his eyes to the beautiful woman in front of him. Like all the other women, she was dressed in clothes from the boutique and had chosen an aqua blue bandage dress that tightened her waist and emphasized her breasts. On her feet were matching strappy heels and a single gold anklet, shining brightly against her smooth complexion.

  “How can I help you today sir?” She asked enthusiastically.

  “I’m looking a dress for the woman I’m taking out tonight. Dress, shoes, lingerie, the works. I’ll even look at makeup if you have it,” he replied casually.

  The woman’s eyes lit up with dollar signs as she imagined the commission, and lead him by the hand into the store. It had been a week since he had come back home and every night since their first interaction he had shared his bed with Lola and James. Like him, they were both starving for the sexual interaction, and they loved giving their control up to him. Tonight as a treat, he was taking them to his club for dinner and dancing.

  With the help of the saleswoman, Michael chose a deep red cocktail dress that had strategic cutouts at the hips and beneath the breast line. It dipped low in the back so that Michael’s hand could reach out and caress the naked flesh there whenever he wanted. Next, he picked out a pair of matching satin heels. For lingerie, he chose a black lace pushup bra and thong combination that he could already imagine fitting like a glove over Lola’s voluptuous curves.

  After picking out a lipstick, he bid goodbye to the salesgirl and went across the street to pick out James’ ensemble. Like Lola’s, he picked out the pieces quickly and decisively. He was thorough in making sure he had every piece his lovers would need, and in a matter of minutes he had his shopping finished.

  At home, Lola and James were moving about the large house, doing their jobs dutifully. Only instead of thinking about dust or leaves, they were thinking about their insatiable Sir, and how they were excited to have him home again. To Lola’s surprise, she vastly enjoyed looking on as James’ tongue was inside of her while Sir was inside of him. It was feral, and raw, and completely sexual. When they heard the Jag pull into the drive, they both abandoned what they were doing and hurried to the front door, dropping excitedly to their knees and looking up just as Michael opened the door.

  “Hello my darlings,” Michael greeted them warmly, kissing first James, then Lola. They rose quickly, taking the greeting as permission to stand. Michael handed them each their bag and explained that they would be going out tonight for dinner. Lola squealed in delight and she and James both moved into in Michael’s arms to give him thanks.

  ~

  Every table person turned their heads as the dashing trio made their way through the restaurant. As he predicted, Lola fit into her dress perfectly, her curves filling it out as if it were made just for her. James’ tailored white suit and teal satin tie shone brightly against his dark skin. He looked handsome and richer than any other man in the restaurant, even Michael, who had chosen a simple black suit and tie. He didn’t mind, though. He enjoyed the looks his lovers were getting from the crowd around them, and he made a note to buy them clothes more often.

  Michael had reserved the entire balcony of the restaurant for privacy. It had a beautiful view of the white beaches and blue ocean, so close that they could see the white foam of the waves slid
e up onto the sand. Tiki torches and candles lit the balcony, creating a warm, yellow glow, emphasized by the waxing moon. As usual, Michael had called ahead and pre-ordered their entire meal. Within minutes, their food and wine were spread across their table, and they were left alone, with the glass balcony doors closed behind them.

  “I have to say, you’re without a doubt the best boss I’ve ever had,” James told him, raising his glass of wine in a toast. Lola immediately agreed and together they all laughed. Michael was the kind of man that loved to spoil those he cared about, and as they enjoyed their dinner, he admitted that he cared for them both deeply. As if to prove his point, he reached his hand under the white table cloth and began to stroke the inside of James’ left knee. Immediately the younger man spread his legs and inched closer. The moment he felt Michael’s fingers touch him he felt his cock grow hard, ready for him.

  Michael’s hand traveled up the inside of James’ thigh until he reached the bulge in the younger man’s pants. His cock was so hard that it had actually pushed the zipper down halfway, almost freeing him. Chuckling, Michael unzipped the rest and reached into the folds of the fabric to spring James out of their tight confines. A low moan escaped from James’ throat as Michael’s hand fisted around him and began to pump slowly up and down over the hard length.

  Lola watched the pleasure roll over James’ face and through his eyes as he relaxed further into the chair. She wanted to be part of the fun but was willing to wait until Michael requested her. She didn’t have to wait very long.

  “Lola, come to my love,” Michael murmured. Obediently she crawled underneath the table, well hidden by the thick, white tablecloth. As she thought, he was already hard. She watched in fascination for a moment as Sir slowly stroked James’ hard cock. The visual alone soaked her lace black thong. Feeling bold, she turned herself around beneath the table and lifted her knees until her sheath was lined up with Sir’s cock. Slowly she sank back onto him, using the muscles in her legs to keep herself balanced.