Boss's Pet: Billionaire Office Romance Series

by Jamie Knight

  Reaching down, he unzipped his trousers but didn’t bother to unbutton them. He took his magnificently thick cock out through the open fly, and my pussy muscles clenched and wept with desire.

  So that’s what a real man looked like— huge, wide, and smooth. He must have been ten or eleven inches long and maybe two inches wide.

  Tingles overtook my body, and the need for release overwhelmed me. I wanted to come on my fingers. To experience the sweet, sweet release of my orgasm.

  I’d never revealed my fantasies to anyone before. No one but me knew what I had to do to get myself off. My self-touch was rough and hard— the harder, the better— and for the first time ever, I would share with someone how unforgiving it was.

  When people looked at me, they saw the goody-two-shoes persona I presented to the world— a little miss people pleaser. They had no clue what lay beneath. They had no clue about my wicked needs, wants, and desires. They would be shocked if they did.

  I gathered moisture on my fingers and brought both hands to my nipples. I loved the silky sensation of my arousal against the tight buds of my breasts.

  Intently, I watched Kane’s hand. He stroked his cock roughly. It seemed he liked a harsh touch just as much as I did.

  His eyes took in all of me as he pleasured his big dick with his hand: my open and wet pussy, my hard nipples my full, heavy breasts, and my mouth, which was panting with every breath.

  My hips circled, thrashing up and down on my hand. My clit, desperate for my touch, was swollen and hard. I could make myself come within seconds, but maybe I’d draw it out and take the full twenty minutes Kane had asked the attendant to disappear for.

  “Shove your fingers deep inside your pussy,” he growled. “Show me what you do in the restroom when no one’s around.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I reached down and, using three fingers, I slid them into my slick opening. My stomach muscles tightened along with my pussy muscles, and my thighs and hands shook with pent-up passion. I fingerfucked myself, roughly thrusting in and out of my hole.

  “Do you want me to come?”

  My voice was so hoarse it was barely recognizable.

  “Not yet, pet. I’m enjoying the show too much. We don’t want it to be over too soon, do we?” Kane asked, pumping his cock at the sight of me enjoying myself.

  “No, Sir. We don’t.”

  Using my back to keep my balance against the mirrors, I brought my free hand to my clit and flicked back and forth while the fingers of my other hand remained buried inside my pussy. I couldn’t hold back much longer because my body was desperate for the rush of my release.

  “Touch me, Sir,” I begged.

  I didn’t care how frantic I sounded or appeared.

  Kane laughed.

  “You’re doing just fine by yourself, Ms. Peterson; you don’t need my help.”

  “If you want me to be your little office pet—” I said breathlessly, “—tell me what you’re going to do to me at the office? What does my job entail?”

  “Why would I do something like that, and spoil the surprise?”

  His hand moved faster and faster along his shaft, and the tempo of my movements matched his.

  “I’m so close,” I cried out. “Fuck me. Take me hard, here and now.”

  My inner muscles clenched repeatedly. I wanted him. No way could I hide my true wanton nature from him. He already knew all my secrets.

  He released his cock and stalked towards me.

  I knew it.

  I knew he’d fuck me.

  Chapter Five

  Reese

  As if reading my mind, Kane said, “I’m not planning on fucking you, Ms. Peterson.” He leaned over my heaving body. “I plan to watch your pussy clench and cream when you come. I’ll save fucking you for when we have more time and for when you’ve earned it.”

  He curved his palms around my knees and spread my legs even wider. I was fully open to him, but I didn’t feel vulnerable. I felt empowered, like I could do anything.

  “Come on your fingers,” he ordered, looking down at my snatch. “Show me what your pussy will do to my cock.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I gasped.

  My back bowed, pushing me forward. I squeezed my eyes closed, and the sweet waves of my orgasm began to wash over me. Ecstasy engulfed me, and I couldn’t help but cry out his name.

  Every muscle in my body clenched and released. Violent spasms consumed me, and my breath came fast and choppy. My orgasm slammed hard, and a strangled scream fell from my mouth. Kane clamped his lips against mine and swallowed down the sounds of my climax. My eyes were screwed shut, and I came harder than I’d ever come before.

  It was like an out-of-body experience. One where I was looking down watching myself thrash and writhe on top of a vanity in a public restroom.

  “Please touch me,” I sobbed against his mouth.

  “No,” he replied abrasively and moved back. “Naughty little pets don’t always get what they want. Before you get my cock, you need to be taught a lesson or two. That and you need to earn it.” Intently, he watched my pussy pulse and clench around my fingers as my orgasm played through me.

  “Not fair,” I said on a moan. “So not fair.”

  As the last of the spasms shuddered through my body, my head dropped forward, and I groaned. Part of me was satiated but this experience left me with a new hunger. Now all I wanted was Kane.

  I needed to curl my fingers around his shaft, purse my lips around the flared head and drink every last drop of his cum. But none of that would happen tonight because, much to my disappointment, he’d already tucked himself back into his pants. He hadn’t come. I didn’t know if I admired his self-restraint or hated it.

  Reluctantly, I peeled my limp body off the vanity and shakily got to my feet. I pulled my dress up and fitted my heavy breasts back into my bra. Kane leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

  It was not what I wanted. I wanted tongues and teeth and breathlessness, but, for now, I’d take what he offered. Just when I thought he would leave me in the restroom all alone, he grasped my hand and brought my fingers to his lips and one by one he drew them into his mouth to suck off my juices.

  “You taste as delectable as I thought you would.”

  After tasting every one of my fingers, he kissed each of my fingertips and then released my hand. I leaned back against the vanity and attempted to catch my breath.

  “You should go home,” he said, softly. He traced a finger against my jaw. “Get some rest this weekend. You have a busy week ahead of you”

  “Yes, Sir.” I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. They were so deep and beautiful. Excitement bubbled up inside of me at the thought of the week ahead.

  He pressed his fingers beneath my chin, and a smile played on his lips. “Are you ready for where this journey will take you?”

  “More than ready,” I said and smiled up at him. And I was ready. Whatever Kane wanted, I would do, and wherever he wanted to take me, I would go.

  “Good. You won’t regret your decision, I promise.” He took his hand from my face and stepped back.

  Doing my best to make myself presentable to the world, I fixed my dress and then turned my back on him, so I could look into the mirror and smooth down my hair. I half wanted to ask for my panties back but didn’t. If he were telling me the truth, he would use them to jerk off. I liked that thought, and I also liked the thought of wearing them after he’d used them.

  “What happens on Monday?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair. I leaned forward and jutted my ass out a bit to entice him.

  I was anxious about what would take place the next time we saw each other because part of me didn’t fully believe he’d follow through with making me his office pet. Whatever that job entailed.

  The things he’d said and promised in the height of passion weren’t necessarily the things that would happen in the harsh light of day. I wasn’t sure if I should give him my phone number and ask him to call me.
But maybe that would come across as too needy. If he wanted my phone number and if he wanted to call, all he had to do was pull up my employee information.

  What I really wanted was for him to take me home and to fuck me senseless all weekend but that wasn’t something I would ask for or something he would offer.

  Like he’d already said, I had to earn it. I had a feeling that everything he planned to give me had to be earned and that going back to wherever he lived was something I hadn’t earned yet and, who knew, maybe it was something I would never earn.

  Kane took in the sight of my ass and then checked his perfect unruffled reflection in the mirror. He looked as if he’d just walked off a photo shoot, whereas I looked like I’d been thoroughly fucked and had drunk ten glasses of wine too many. My hair was a frizzy, sweaty mess, my cheeks were flushed, and my eyes were glazed.

  “On Monday?” He gave me a quizzical glance.

  “Yes.” My cheeks flamed at having to spell it out. “You said I was your office pet. What exactly does that mean?”

  “It means,” he said, straightening his collar then cuffs, “that on Monday, we both go to work as usual. You go to your cubicle, and I go to my office.”

  “Oh.” A blanket of disappointment covered my shoulders and weighed me down. How idiotic of me to believe anything other than the daily grind would happen and how stupid of me to finger fuck myself in a restroom at an art show just because he’d asked me to.

  Kane reached out and ran a hand up my backside, over the material of my dress. He grabbed and squeezed one of my butt cheeks. “But when I call on you, you’ll drop everything you’re doing and come to me. And if you do everything I ask of you, you’ll get everything your dirty little heart desires and more. Much, much more.” He pulled his hand back and then brought it forward, spanking me hard. My whole body jiggled with the power of his slap.

  A glimmer of hope sparked in my heart, as I felt a glorious ache cover my butt cheek. I turned to face him. “I’ll do everything you ask and more, Sir,” I promised, looking coyly up into his eyes. And I meant it, because, right now, pleasing him seemed like the most important thing in my life.

  “I know you will, pet.” He reached down, ran a finger over my lips and smiled.

  With that, he left the restroom, and as silly as it was, I felt bereft at his absence. How was it possible that a man I knew so little about, a man I’d spent so little time with, had such a potent effect on me?

  The restroom attendant came bustling in. She said nothing but tutted loudly enough for me to hear her disapproval. From the closet, she produced Lysol wipes and wiped down the counters. Embarrassed, I scrubbed my hands in the sink and left without looking back.

  Chapter Six

  Kane

  As soon as I made it back to my house on the beach, I went to my private office and poured myself two fingers of whiskey, but the glass sat on the large wooden desk untouched.

  I slumped back into my leather chair and stared out the large windows at the moonlight lit crashing waves. Restless, I tapped my index finger on the arm of the chair and looked at my glass. I didn’t feel much like drinking. I didn’t feel much like anything. No, that was a lie. I felt like fucking Reese Peterson senseless.

  That red bondage dress she had on tonight left very little to the imagination. Her curves were ample—full hips and thighs with a thin waist and enough cleavage for my big hands to squeeze. And her ass was perfect, round and ample. I had touched, grabbed, and run my fingers over almost her whole body, but I wanted more. I needed more.

  I’d had my eye on Reese for a long time. She’d acted surprised when I said I knew who she was. Of course, I knew who she was. I first saw her when we began having talks with the board of her old company about a buyout. I’ll never forget seeing her hunched over her desk, oblivious to me and everyone else around her, a pencil clenched between her full lips.

  With her honey blonde hair, beautiful pink lips and curves made for sin, how could I not notice her? To look at her in her conservative office attire with her long hair pulled up into a bun, no one would ever have guessed she was as kinky as fuck. That beneath her prim and proper blouse and pencil skirts was a wanton and sexy woman.

  But I knew. I could tell in the way she swayed her hips as she walked in sky-high heels or the way she would unconsciously bite her lip when she was making coffee or concentrating on her work. Every inch of her screamed sex, and all I needed to know was if she would take orders. Tonight, she showed me what a good pet she could be.

  I rarely listened to office gossip, but when I heard that Simon was taking Reese to my niece’s gallery, I almost lost my shit. She was meant to be mine. But I got it together when I realized catching him with Reese would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of that sleeze bag once and for all. Simon was a weaselly mother fucker. He had squirmed his way out of trouble too many times to count. Nothing pissed me off more than predatory men who didn’t understand the word no.

  It bothered me that my behavior with Reese was as bad as, if not worse than, Simon’s. I had ordered her to fingerfuck herself for me in a public restroom. The difference was if she’d said no, I would have held my hands up and walked away. But she didn’t say no. She had performed for me perfectly.

  I hadn’t meant to do anything more than have a drink with her. When she sat beside me, her scent and her appearance were too intoxicating to withstand. I couldn’t help myself and I had to test her. So much for priding myself on my willpower.

  The way she nervously licked her lips when she’d asked me if I wanted a drink sent all the blood in my body rushing south. Then the way she had leaned forward just a little, so I could see her plentiful cleavage, had my thick cock at attention.

  If she’d taken offense and had slapped me across the face when I suggested that she fuck herself, I would have deserved it, but she hadn’t. Reese may have pretended to be shocked by my proposition, but the wicked gleam in her blue eyes told me she was up for anything. And, oh man, was she.

  I reached down to stroke my hardening cock through my pants but hesitated when my eyes fell on a picture pushed to the back of my desk. A woman’s face smiled at me from the forgotten frame.

  I hadn’t had a pet, as I fondly called my lovers, since my fiancée Sadie died. The day she died, my heart cracked, and the cavity of my pain ran deep, but recently those crevices had begun to heal.

  I reached out and pulled the frame forward. It felt small in my hands, a tiny trinket of the past. Using a tissue, I wiped away the dust. The picture was of Sadie and myself at a fundraiser—dancing at some sort of ball together. I was in a tux and she was in a light pink ballgown. We had been the perfect couple. It had been years since I last heard her joyful voice.

  Sadie had been an angel in my life. A distracted driver plowed into her when she was using a pedestrian crosswalk. She died instantly from a head injury. Her death never made the news because I paid off every news agency out there. I didn’t need my business rivals knowing about my weakened emotional state. Plus, I needed to grieve in private and didn’t want the world’s eyes focused on me.

  That was almost ten years ago. I was finally starting to feel whole enough again to find someone new.

  Sadie’s death still haunted me but remembering her and thinking about her no longer made me fall to my knees with the weight of the pain. There had been dark days when I didn’t think I’d be able to live without her. Days when I didn’t want to go on, and days when I found comfort in the bottom of a bottle.

  But Sadie wouldn’t have wanted me to spend the rest of my life getting shit faced and having meaningless sex with whoever offered it. She would have wanted me to fall in love and have a family. To grow old with someone.

  I lovingly ran my thumb over Sadie’s face in the picture and then put the frame into a drawer in my desk. Turning my chair, I stared out the windows again at the moonlit sea.

  I still loved Sadie and would miss her forever, but these past few months something had changed. There were u
rges I hadn’t felt in a long time. The desire to be in control in the bedroom and to take charge the way I used to grew stronger every day. I’d had fuck buddies and one-night stands, but I hadn’t met anyone who’d held my interest for more than a date or two. I needed a new pet. Someone who could become more to me.

  More and more I wondered why the hell I was working so hard if I had no one to share my success with. If I had no one to go home to. Was Reese the person I wanted to go home to? Was she the girl who would give me the family I wanted? I didn’t know, but her eagerness to please and obey me was a good start.

  My PA, Melissa, had been nagging me for years to move on, but moving on was harder than I’d expected. I wasn’t looking for someone to replace Sadie. That wasn’t fair on Sadie or whoever I eventually settled down with. I was looking for a lover. Someone who was on the same page as me sexually, and Reese was the first woman I’d had a genuine interest in for the longest time.

  There were places I could go to dominate women and get my rocks off, but it wasn’t the same as getting to know someone intimately and exploring their every kink, fantasy and boundary. There was nothing like being able to look into someone’s eyes when you had them on their knees or bound and gagged and seeing pure desire, want and need.

  The way Reese’s pink lips parted when she had her fingers between her legs filled my mind. She had begged me to touch her and fuck her, as her full breasts moved with her panted breath. My dick throbbed from the release I hadn’t given it. Sure, instructing Reese to suck me dry would have been easy, but I didn’t want that to happen in a restroom. It would happen as soon as she signed a non-disclosure agreement. One I’d have Melissa draw up on Monday.

  I might be as horny as fuck, but I wasn’t stupid. I had a billion-dollar company and thousands of employees to protect.

  My thoughts returned to Reese finger fucking her tight pussy on my command. I’d suspected what she did during restroom breaks, although I hadn’t been one-hundred percent sure until she’d confirmed my suspicions. What a horny girl she was—touching herself in the bathroom every single day.