by Sam Crescent
He’d get what he wanted eventually. When it came to Mira, no wasn’t a good enough answer.
Chapter Four
Mira was no longer a virgin.
She wasn’t sure how she should feel. Although she’d never admit it, the sex had been amazing. It pissed her off as she was supposed to hate it. Mira had tried her hardest not to satisfy him or participate, but it was next to impossible with the way Drake touched her.
He’d gotten what he wanted. And she’d helped Nigel get out of trouble.
Now what?
It wasn’t as simple as having sex and walking away. Drake wanted more—everything. He expected her to have his children. Since they didn’t use a condom, there was no telling if she was pregnant now. The idea scared the hell out of her. Children should be raised in a loving family, not by two people contracted to breed. People who’d hated each other since high school.
“We have to be out of here in less than an hour, Mira.”
She sat up in the bed, her hair disheveled. What time was it? “Where are we going?”
“To work, of course.” He’d already showered and dressed. The man looked edible in a suit. He walked around the spacious bedroom getting ready for the day. She watched as he attached the clasp of his Rolex.
“Are you dropping me off at work?” She wasn’t sure what the details of her future entailed. Nothing was certain.
“That accounting gig? That’s done with. You’re coming to work with me.”
“But I don’t work for you.”
He adjusted his tie. “I spend a lot of time at work, Mira. I’m not wasting all those good baby-making hours being away from you.”
They were going to have sex in his office? Once the bully, always the bully. Any hope of Drake being the man she needed was quickly doused. She was his breeding vessel and nothing more.
“What should I wear?”
“Right, you have nothing here. We’ll go shopping later,” he said. “You’ll have to wear the same thing today. No panties.”
Once he left the room, she headed to the en-suite washroom and took a quick shower. Then she wore her purple suit and put her panties in the trash. It felt kinky, especially since he’d know she had nothing on underneath her skirt.
She fixed her hair in the mirror. It was hard to feel comfortable when she had nothing of her own. There was nothing of hers here, not even makeup. She used some of his spray deodorant. It smelled like him, and she found herself closing her eyes and savoring the scent.
Until she thought better.
Why was her body and heart in such conflict?
By the time she left the room, Drake had just grabbed his keys from the hall table. He picked up his briefcase and motioned her to come.
“I expect you’ll give me your best effort at work today. Just because I’ve paid off your brother’s debts doesn’t mean I can’t make things unpleasant for him if you recant your end of the deal.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you haven’t noticed, I’ve kept my side of the contract. You took my virginity yesterday.”
Drake smirked and approached her. With his hands full, he brushed his forehead to hers, inhaling deeply near her neck. His lips grazed her cheek, then he pulled away. She was already breathing through her mouth, the moment raising her blood pressure to critical levels. Why did he have such power over her?
They drove in silence to his office building. She’d be spending a lot of time in his penthouse office suite. Did he expect her to learn the business or was she only there as his sex toy?
“I should call Nigel. He’s home alone with two broken legs.”
“Your brother is taken care of.”
“Am I not allowed to have contact with my family?”
“Family is overrated, Mira.”
She gritted her teeth. It was one thing to steal her life, but cutting off her brother wasn’t part of this bargain. Their father’s death had destroyed Nigel. Losing her would be too much. All they had left were each other.
“Relax, Mira. You can call your brother from my office.”
She exhaled, glad she didn’t have to fight Drake on this. It was hard enough dealing with her former bully every day. He was a constant reminder of a childhood she’d rather forget.
The city flashed by as they drove along the downtown streets. So much had happened the past few days. It was all surreal.
He pulled into the underground lot of his building, the one with his name in big, bright letters. Drake Eastwood had made himself into a multi-millionaire, or was he a billionaire? And she’d just sold her body because Nigel was drowning in debt. Where had she gone wrong in life?
They rode up in the glass elevator. He constantly kept a possessive hand at the small of her back. She had to admit it felt good to have such a powerful man choose her. Her mind and body were in constant conflict. When they entered his main office lobby, the first thing she noted was Glenda’s absence.
“When does your PA start? I’m sure she won’t be happy I’m here.”
“Who? Glenda? She doesn’t work here anymore.” Drake grabbed the stack of mail from a tray on his secretary’s desk as he made his way to the double doors of his private office. She followed behind him.
After closing the doors after them, he tossed the mail onto his desk.
“Did she quit?”
He narrowed his eyes as if confused about what she was talking about. Or maybe he just didn’t care. “I fired her.”
“What? Why?”
“You didn’t like her. Since you’ll be here with me every day, that wouldn’t do, would it?”
She was speechless. How did he know how she felt about Glenda? And the fact he fired her just so she wouldn’t be upset was almost … gallant. This couldn’t be the Drake Eastwood she knew.
“So, you just fire people on the whim? I’m sure she has bills to pay like everyone else.”
“Mira, she was a bitch. I won’t have anyone second-guessing my woman.”
She swallowed hard this time, her pussy tingling. It was so hard to pretend to be insulted when he was only turning her on.
The views from the large windows were breathtaking. She wandered around the huge office, taking in the sights and sating her curiosity about Drake. There were no pictures, a few awards, but nothing too personal.
“You were an accountant. You like working with numbers?”
She turned to face him. He was setting up his desk and opening his laptop.
“Well, you know I have issues with reading and writing. Numbers come naturally to me.”
“You compensated,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“When someone is weak in one area, it’s natural to excel in another. You know, like how blind people have better senses. Maybe that’s God’s way to make amends.”
“I don’t know about that,” she said. “But I’ve been doing accounting for a long time now.”
“After all these years, I was surprised to find you unmarried. Not that I was disappointed.”
“I’m not like you, Drake. I’m not good at meeting new people, but I was quite content living alone.”
“Not me,” he said.
This piqued her curiosity. She came to sit in the chair facing his desk. “How so?”
He punched at the keyboard for a bit, then closed the lid to the laptop. Drake stared at her. “I’ve focused my life on being successful. Making something of myself. It took a long time, but I finally realized there are a lot of things money can’t buy,” he said. “It can’t buy happiness. It can’t buy love. After a decade of working nonstop, by the time I stepped back, I realized how fucking lonely I was.”
She scoffed. “You could have any woman you want, Drake.”
He shook his head. “Not the kind of woman I want. Do you think it’s flattering when someone wants you solely based on your bank account? No, I’m sick of gold diggers.”
“Is that where I come in? You just said money can’t buy love. Do you think it’s different with bla
ckmail?”
He laughed, leaning back in his chair. Drake unbuttoned each shirt cuff, rolling his sleeves up over his thick forearms. “You’re real, Mira. And feisty. You’re the kind of woman I could settle down with.”
“I thought you only wanted children. Now you want the whole white-picket fence?”
“No, just children.”
He narrowed his eyes, visibly clamming up. He claimed to be lonely. Mira thought that was where she was supposed to fill the void. She must be reading him all wrong.
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This was going too far.
He needed to keep up his armor. Appearing weak in front of Mira wasn’t an option. He valued her, respected her, and planned to keep her. The contract locked in his cabinet was his assurance.
He couldn’t trust anyone to love him from their own free will. That would never happen. He had to entrap Mira, force her to care—even if it was all an illusion.
“Maybe we can get you some clothes on our lunch hour,” he said.
“When’s that?” she asked.
“Whenever I feel like having lunch. I’m the boss, remember?”
She fiddled with her fingers. Mira was so damn cute. And sexy as fuck.
“Do you not eat breakfast?”
He got up and walked around his desk, leaning on the front edge, facing her. “If you’re hungry, why didn’t you tell me? I want you comfortable. I’m not the monster you make me out to be.”
She fidgeted in her seat. “I can wait until lunch. It’s no big deal.”
“That’s not what I’m saying,” he said. “I want you to voice your needs. I can’t play guessing games forever.” He grabbed his phone and dialed his secretary. “What do you want to eat?”
Mira shrugged.
“Order me a breakfast assortment, Lynda. Surprise me.” He never ordered breakfast, so she’d be left scrambling. Lynda had been his secretary for six years and did her job well. She knew he demanded the best, and always followed his instructions to the letter.
He used a foot to spread Mira’s feet at the ankles. Her tight skirt restricted how far her legs would open.
“You wearing panties?”
“No.”
“Nice. I always want you like this.” He stood and returned to his office chair, patting the top of his desk. “Come here, Mira.”
She did as told, coming around to where he sat.
“Sit here on my desk. I have to make some business calls. You’ll keep me entertained so I don’t fall asleep dealing with all these assholes.”
She wiggled up on the edge of his desk, her thick legs filling up her skirt. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, each time pushing her skirt higher.
“Scoot back a bit.” Once she was midway on his desk, he spread her apart at the knees. “Kick off your heels and lift up your legs. Hold them open for me.”
His dick jolted to life. Mira was sitting on his desk, holding her ankles, her legs spread wide, her glistening pink pussy right in front of him.
When the call answered, he almost forgot who and where he was. His mouth salivated to taste Mira, but that would have to wait. She kept silent as he spoke with this contact.
Drake leaned over on an elbow, pressing two fingers deep into her cunt, holding them in place. Mira tossed her head back, biting her lower lip to keep quiet. He finger-fucked her, her juices coating him. After wiping them on his slacks, he grabbed his thick yellow highlighter, slowly impaling her pussy until just the tip protruded.
He mouthed, “Don’t move.”
The calls dragged on, but Mira kept him entertained. He used one hand to unbutton her blouse. She hadn’t put on a bra, which surprised him. As his client spoke, he leaned over and suckled her big nipples. He was in fucking heaven.
He finalized his last call when he saw Lynda paging him. The breakfast must have arrived. As soon as he was off the phone and standing, Mira spoke up.
“Do you realize how many people can see this, Drake? Your entire office is windows. People have binoculars.”
“They can look. They can’t touch, though.” He plucked out the highlighter, dropping it into his pen drawer. “Stay put. Your breakfast is here.”
“What? I can’t stay like this.”
He went to the front reception, returning with a large, covered platter. After setting it down on his corner bar, he returned for the second.
“Drake!” Mira whispered with exaggerated force. “Someone will see me!”
In all honesty, the entire office building, Lynda, and anyone else interested could peer through his office doors and see Mira perched there like an erotic plaything. He didn’t care because she belonged to him.
He kicked the door closed and went to see what offering Lynda had sent him. “Looks delicious, Mira. I don’t know where to start. You’re not picky, are you?”
“Drake! Can I move now?”
He turned to face her but shook his head. “It’s time to eat.” First, he prepared a small plate and then returned to his desk, setting it down. “You didn’t tell me what you like, so bear with me.” He held out a slice of strawberry, feeding it to her. It was unexpectedly satisfying watching her eat.
Then he fed her a small piece of honeydew melon.
“That one was sweet.” She smiled, then opened her mouth for more. He wanted to see her take his cock, but that would have to wait for another day. Drake offered her some blueberries, then a few raspberries.
What really piqued his interest was the bowl of whipped cream saved for the hot chocolate. He dipped a finger into the cream, then drizzled it down her bare mound.
Her hands tightened around the edges of the desk. She knew exactly what was coming. Drake had been dreaming of eating her pussy since they first arrived at his office this morning. He braced both arms on the desk, leaning over to flick her nipples with his tongue, then he went lower, sucking off the cream that had dripped down to her clit. Mira moaned, shifting on the desk.
“Stay still, Mira. Let me enjoy my pussy. I’ll have this for breakfast any day of the week.”
He used his tongue along her slit, eating the cream as he teased her clit. He wanted her writhing, crying for him to let her come. “You’re perfect, Mira. Nice and sweet. So receptive. Addictive.” He fucked her with his tongue, slipping both hands under her ass to keep her in place. Business and pleasure were a delicious mix when it came to Mira.
“Drake…”
He loved when she cried his name. She combed her hand into his hair, spurring him on, but pulled away just as quickly. It seemed she kept holding back, even when she craved to give in to him. He was determined to make that connection. For Mira to want him as much as he wanted her.
“Do you want to come, baby?” He leaned away, admiring her flushed cheeks and dilated eyes. She was so obedient today, but he’d contracted her to play. He wanted her to be here of her own free will, but she said herself she’d never want anything to do with a bully like him. His teen days were so long behind him. He wanted Mira to see him for the man he’d become. One who deserved her, could take care of her, and make her life easy.
“Drake, stop being cruel.”
“Yesterday, you were a virgin. Today, you’re begging me to bury my face between your legs. Amazing what twenty-four hours can do.”
She scowled.
“Relax, I’ll take care of you.” Drake lapped at her folds with the flat of his tongue, watching her reactions. Her lips were parted as she panted. Her big tits fell slightly to each side. He closed his eyes and latched on to her tight little pearl, sucking and flicking until her entire body was shaking, her pussy pulsing against his mouth. She called out his name like a mantra, loud enough for Lynda to hear. It was beautiful music.
He kissed along her inner thighs as he moved away.
“I’m going to fuck you after lunch, right here in my office. Just so you’re aware.”
“Do these windows have shades?” She closed her legs, sitting on the edge of the desk, her blouse still open.
; He licked his lips. “You’re going to take all your clothes off. I’m going to press your naked body against the glass and fuck you from behind.” He cupped one breast. “These beautiful tits will be spread against the window for the entire city to see.”
“Don’t you care about your business’s reputation?”
“You shouldn’t care about others’ opinions, Mira. That’s why you were such an easy target in high school.”
She frowned. “Yeah, you were the worst of them.”
“And I’m going to make it up to you.” He wanted to say more but couldn’t risk saying too much. “I wasn’t a bully because I hated you. I didn’t mean anything I said.”
“Then why?”
What could he say? That he’d only learned what he’d been taught at home. That love equaled beatings and name-calling in his house of horrors. He’d been attracted to Mira, wanted to connect, but only knew how to push people away.
He’d stopped using his twisted childhood as an excuse many years ago, but he still had a deep-seated need for control. A by-product of having any shred of identity and choice ripped from him until he finally left and never turned back. He’d built everything he had from the ground up. Drake started with nothing, and now that he’d made it to where he was, the satisfaction he expected to feel was missing. He was chasing nothing. Everything.
What he needed was Mira. To live a genuine life with no mask. It was easier said than done. He hoped he wouldn’t push her away for the second time because he didn’t know how to love.
Chapter Five
Mira knew she should hate everything Drake did to her. The past was easily forgotten as she watched him work. He was … amazing. He didn’t take crap from anyone and he knew what the hell he was doing. For several of his phone calls, she got to listen in as he put them on speaker. She imagined he did this so he could touch her more thoroughly. She didn’t mind at all because she relished his hands all over her body.
He was filthy, but rather than disgust her, it only turned her on.
Some of the phone calls annoyed her as they tried to treat him like an idiot, but Drake was no fool. He commanded attention, demanded respect, and slowly, people had no choice but to give in to the man.