Authors: Natalie Frost
Her pussy felt soft to him. It was tight and wet, which turned him on and felt amazing, especially when she flinched or her body spasmed from the pleasure and her pussy tightened even more for that instant.
They went on like that for quite some time. Damien grabbed her by her thighs, digging his fingers into her legs so that he could get a better grip and fuck her even harder. She liked the feeling of his hands squeezing into her flesh, bringing her closer to him. He even took her legs and made it so that she had her legs straight up in the air, resting on his shoulders. The new position felt amazing for both of them. Her pussy felt tighter, which made his cock feel even bigger inside of her, putting pressure on her g-spot.
It was enough to make her cum. Between the new position and the extended foreplay; she came faster than she thought she would. It was amazing; she could feel it in her whole body as she spasmed with pleasure.
He saw how incredibly hot it was that she was cumming and came himself. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock as she came. Her moans were like music to his ears—they were ecstasy and putting him into ecstasy as he orgasmed hard.
Breathing heavily, Damien collapsed onto Talia. They both were breathing heavily and Talia wrapped her arms around Damien sweetly. They lay like that for a while, eventually getting up and putting their clothes back on piece by piece between sips and glasses of wine.
They were enjoying their time together, just relaxing and goofing off. It felt good to Talia to have someone so casual to be around. Damien was much more of a relaxed person than Talia was and she appreciated that about him. She admired his care free attitude and figured that she would be able to learn from it since most of her life felt so stressful and structured. She always wanted to be a more relaxed person, but ironically had never had the time for it.
Once it was beginning to get late, Talia kindly asked him to leave so that she could get ready for bed and go to sleep since she had classes early in the morning. Damien accepted this and gave her a kiss as he left.
CHAPTER FIVE
From that time on, they began making plans after their tutoring sessions every week. Talia made time in her schedule so that she could spend time with him once a week after their tutoring. And on the days when she wasn’t able to make time for him, they would sometimes use the private study room to have a little bit of fun while their tutoring session was going on.
However, Talia was beginning to feel a little odd about the whole situation, which Damien understood well. It was a strange position to be in, after all. She was his tutor, and he did need tutoring, but often times they would be too distracted to do their work together efficiently. She liked him and would have been alright with dating him, but it did not feel like an option since she did not have a lot of time to commit to another person, to a serious relationship—heck, or even a semi-serious relationship—and she was afraid that she would not have time for him or it would begin to stress her out because she would be trying to pack this extra thing into her list of priorities.
Damien knew this about Talia. They had not had that conversation in so many words, but he knew how she felt about it, so he came up with a plan. Damien made a decision. Their relationship could not go on like this any longer. He wanted to be with her, and not just because she was his tutor. He wanted more than that, a fuller relationship with her, and he felt that she wanted that as well.
Right before their next tutoring session, he sent her a text telling her that he was in one of the private study rooms. She smiled when she saw it, thinking that she knew what he was up to. “It’s one of those days,” she thought to herself as she walked into the library, but when she got there, she saw something that she would never have expected.
Damien was standing in the room wearing a tie and jacket, holding a bouquet. There were rose petals all over the ground and a box of chocolates on the table. The sight made her gasp with excitement and confused her at the same time.
“What is this?” she said laughing, her heart beating fast with the surprise and anticipation of what was to come.
“I know how nervous you are about our relationship,” Damien began, “I know that you don’t have a lot of time in your schedule. I know that you have a million different things going on all of the time. And I know that you think this can’t work if we aren’t doing what we’ve been doing, but I also know that the way we’ve been doing things has been kind of messed up. But you’re wrong that we can’t make this work. We can keep doing this and make it work. I love you, Talia, and I want to be with you.”
“I want to be with you, too, but…” Talia said trailing off as Damien shushed her.
“But that can’t happen if you’re my tutor?” Damien finished for her.
“Yes,” she said, letting out a laugh of relief. She was still smiling, looking around at the soft red rose petals that were laid out for her.
“I know. You’re right,” he said, walking closer towards her. “That’s why I got a different tutor,” he said, quickly adding with a grin, “A male tutor, so you don’t need to worry about any distractions like we’ve had.”
Talia was smiling, but shaking her head, “But then I won’t have time to see you if I’m not tutoring you.”
“See, that’s what I was thinking about. But the thing is that we see each other once a week for tutoring, yeah? Sometimes it’s for two hours and sometimes it’s for an evening. So, let’s do that. I feel like it’s so easy to get caught up in everything changing when a part of a situation changes, but it doesn’t have to be that way. You can just block off a chunk of time like you already have blocked off.”
“I guess you’re right,” Talia said, smiling at him.
Damien walked closer to her and got down on one knee, “Talia,” he said, “I want to see you all the time, but I know you’re busy. Hang out with me once a week, that’s all. Just pretend it’s a standing tutoring appointment, but without the tutoring. I won’t ask any more of you because I don’t want to stress you out, but I want to see you. I want to know how your week was every week. I want to see you smile when you talk about the good things in your day. I want to tell you the things that happened in my week. I want to know about your life and I want you to be in mine. And I know that I’m good for you. You need something in your life that isn’t just work and school. You need something else. Make it me. Please. That’s all I’m asking. Will you please date me?”
“Yes,” she said, laughing and smiling giddily, “I’ll make you my something else. I’ll date you.”
Grinning widely, Damien stood up and kissed Talia. She met his embrace tightly, holding onto him. She thought that this was one of the sweetest things that had ever happened to her. Even though their circumstances weren’t perfect, he felt like he was perfect for her. Part of the reason why she had avoided relationships was because she had found that most men were not willing to compromise in this way that they would either be too overbearing or not caring enough. But Damien was a perfect mix: he cared about her, but he cared enough that he was willing to give her as much space as she needed during this time in her life.
They kissed passionately as Damien dropped the flowers to the ground. He was glad that she had said yes and she was glad to have him.
*****
THE END
Billion Dollar Boss
CHAPTER ONE
Life as a billionaire MMA fighter hadn’t come easy for Rodney Hemming. Rodney wasn’t born with any of the characteristics one would look for in his profession from childbirth and had to work hard for everything he had achieved. Being the type of person to push himself through pain had helped him over the years. All the times that he’d gotten bullied physically for being the only American kid in a mostly Spanish neighborhoods had helped him. As a kid, he had gotten beaten up, spit on and excluded from any activities for retaliating.
Rodney had never complained to his parents about all the cuts and bruises that he would get. He knew that he couldn’t expect them to solve his problems. An admirable attitude, to be sure, but soon the neighborhood kids realized that Rodney wasn’t about to get them in trouble and so the cuts and bruises continued to multiply. Due to this, Rodney had withstood physical pain that would follow into his adulthood and developed a mental toughness that would continue to drive him through his adulthood as an MMA fighter.
In recent years the tables had been turned for Rodney, who, after finally reaching billionaire status, could bully almost anyone he wanted. Training three hours a day in the gym helped him develop his core, arms, and legs. But before that, he would do his morning stretches before the sun came up, followed by a 15 km run. After this would come his first breakfast, consisting of two protein shakes and a full-course English breakfast. After that, he would return to the gym once again for a heavy cardio workout and jump rope skipping for about an hour. At noon, he would have his lunch with Jon, his training partner, and they would review film of Rodney’s previous fights to find areas of improvement. After that, they would view more film of Rodney’s next opponent and go over the tactics he would use to beat him.
Rodney would spend thirty more minutes using a balance ball and would then hit the showers. Next, he would go to a spa for a massage to ensure that his muscles would stay loose and stress-free before his fights - no part of Rodney’s day went to waste. At around 5 p.m., he was free for the rest of the day. He usually rested for an hour or two to lessen the fatigue, though, before getting to his businesses and ventures. This was how Rodney spent his time, day in and day out. Of course, this life didn’t usually allow for much outside communication aside from his training partner who had been a great support to him.
Well, that’s not entirely true. There was someone else in his life as well, a beautiful, curvaceous African-American woman named Claire. Recently, Rodney had been seriously thinking about how much longer he would last in the brutal field of MMA fighting… ever since he had hospitalized an old colleague, Vernon, while fighting in the octagon.
These days, his opponents were much more aggressive fighting with the intent to seriously injure him. Rodney remembered how he’d been forced to adapt his fighting style as his Vernon went wild during their match, making hits and lunges to Rodney’s throat as if to strangle him. Rodney tried to use the gogoplata to subdue him, a chokehold that involved having his legs under the chin of his rival. Vernon wormed his way out and again viscously lunged at Rodney’s neck as if he were trying to break a windpipe.
Rodney had sidestepped causing Vernon to go wildly out of control, allowing Rodney to step in and expertly place his once friend in a sleeper hold. Unintentionally, though, Rodney had pushed too hard on Vernon’s carotid arteries, the arteries that gave the head the needed supply of water as well as oxygen and Vernon ended up in a coma as a result of the fight. In the following days Rodney had spent many hours thinking about how close he had come to killing someone who he had been able to once call a friend. After the fight, Rodney had gone to visit Vernon and see how he was doing. The doctors reported that he wasn’t making much progress at all.
Ever since then, Rodney had hired Claire to reform his image. Her first line of advice the day she had first spoken to him was still hard for Rodney to follow.
“Stay away from the ring. Watching will make you want to keep on fighting” he remembered she’d said.
Ironically, he still had a strong desire to fight, which was why he still kept up with the daily routine of strenuous physical training. Currently, Rodney was training with Jon in the gym on a treadmill. Jon was jogging beside him. So far they had been jogging for 25 minutes but that wasn’t the reason for why Rodney was slowing down.
“What’s wrong, man? You haven’t been able to keep up the pace during training over the last few days. You’re going to have to train harder if you want to beat your next opponent. Let me tell you about your next opponent,” Jon said between breaths.
“Maybe we can postpone my next fight?” Rodney asked hesitantly. Jon was every bit as tough as him, if not tougher, being a fellow MMA fighter himself. Rodney was sure going to get quite a lot of scrutiny from him.
“Aw man, you wimping out now? The rumors that he can bench 450 lbs. are all lies. Just because they call him the Pulverizer doesn’t mean he’ll pulverize you! Look what you did to that guy . . .uh, Venom or whatever. That guy last week.” Jon was trying to get a chuckle from his friend but it failed.
“It’s Vernon and I didn’t mean to send him to a hospital!”
“That was the only choice you had man, otherwise, he was going to send you to a place even worse…the morgue.”
Rodney had to admit that Jon had brought up a very good point.
“I know. But what if I lose control during a fight and do even worse? I could kill someone with the rage I was feeling on that day.”
Jon shook his head in disappointment with his friend.