Romance: Working for the Billionaire's Pleasure (3 page)

Chapter 5

I hide in the bathroom for at least thirty minutes before I dare to look at myself in the mirror.  I am so disappointed in myself. 

Why did my body betray how I was feeling?

I should have been angry with him. 

I wanted to hate him, but he knew I couldn’t resist him.

Damn.

I clean up my make-up after my sobbing tears leaked down my cheek and return to my desk to process the new price for the album. 

I don’t want to do it. 

I don’t want to sell out.

This company has built around being honest and always putting the music industry first.  This company has always been about providing a service between the musician and their audience.  Money was secondary to music. 

And now we were forgetting all those years of hard work.  Mitchell is asking me to forget about the years of hard work I have poured into this company.  He wants me to forget it all.

I don’t want to process it.

I don’t want to lust after Mitchell.

I don’t want any of this.  I want to go back to the way things were last week when the industry came first and I didn’t have to think about men.  I don’t want to work for a company that is only interested in money and I don’t want a bastard boss.

Those thoughts run through my head for an hour after I sit back at my desk.  I stare at the folder with the requested price change.

I don’t want to do it…

But I give in.

I process it.

I sell out.

I do what I’m told to do like a good little girl.

Long into the night, I go through the process of finishing the administration for the new album.  Most listeners will never know the amount of work that goes into the music that they listen to.  I have spent endless hours processing the administration work for music that entertains thousands of people.

But I feel my insides sink every time I think about the new price for this album.  And it won’t just be this album, it will be every album after this too. 

Our company has sold out.

That hurts me deep inside but I know right now, I can’t do anything about it.  This is not my company and I will have to work hard to earn the respect of Mitchell Rider.

It is approaching midnight when I finish the administration work and there is only one other light on in the building – Mitchell’s office. 

Quietly, I walk up there to advise that the album pricing change is finished.

“Mitchell?” I knock on the door softly.

The tall figure of Mitchell is slumped in an armchair – a half-empty bottle of scotch next to him.

“Uh?”

I have woken him from his slumber.

He stands – surprised that someone has caught him this late at night.

“What are you doing here?” he states aggressively.

Even drunk, as he undoubtedly still is, Mitchell projects a fierce masculine power that takes my breath away.  The well-fitted suit, opened at the collar to reveal a bronzed, hard chest, only serves to emphasis his aggression.  His dark hair is scruffy and he runs his fingers through it while he considers his next thought.

“I’ve just finished the pricing for the album,” I whisper, intimidated by his aggression.

“I need to lie down,” Mitchell brushes past me, walking out the entrance to his office.

I consider whether I should follow him, or leave him to fall asleep on the office couch near my desk.

“Bring me some coffee,” he demands as he lies down on the couch near my desk.

“I’ll bring you water,” I reply, “If you’re drunk, you need water.”

“Aren’t you a good little assistant,” he mocks me as I bring a cup of water out to the couch where he is slumped.

“What are you doing here?” he asks again.

“I’ve finished pricing for the album.”

“Working at midnight?” his tone mocks me, “Nothing better to do?  No friends to see?”

“Of course I’ve got something better to do!” I bite back.

In reality, I don’t have anything better to do.  This is my world.  It always has been.

“When you blush, it is so cute,” he is still mocking me.

“Don’t call me cute,” I respond.

“It must be hard for you.  Pouring your life into the business only to realize that you are a dispensable employee.  It must be hard to realize that you are worth nothing more than your wage.”

His words cut through me.

“Why buy this company if you don’t care about music?” I snap back.

“That’s a good question.”

“Then you should answer it.”

He considers his thoughts and then replies, “It’s because I love success.  I love making money.  I wake up in the middle of the night to check my bank account. Every night. That’s how much I love it.  I haven’t slept more than three hours in a row for nearly ten years.  Every few hours, I wake, check my bank accounts on my phone and go back to sleep.  I love making money.”

“It’s only money all that you care about?”

“Money and power.  Never underestimate the value of power,” he looks off into the distance, “I love the control.  I love owning people’s lives.  I love owning people.  I have power in my hands.  If I choose to, I could crush the lives of one thousand people in a day.  I love that sort of power.”

He has confessed more to me now than he would have told me if he was sober.  Probably more than he has ever told anyone.

I study him. 

His beautiful body couldn’t be more in contrast to mine.  His bronzed, strong, smooth physique is a contrast to my petite and pale look.  I don’t have time to go to the gym or get a tan – I am always working too hard.

“Do you like what you see?” he notices my staring and it instantly makes me blush.

“I should be going,” I react in embarrassment.

Don’t be caught by the lust.

“Where to?  Who have you got at home waiting for you?  Your parents?”

“I don’t live with my parents!” I retort.

“My apologies,” his smirk sends blood rushing through my body.  There is something different in his eyes.  I can’t quite tell what it is but there is something different about the way he is looking at me. 

If I stay much longer, any resistance I have to his beautiful looks will go out the window.

I turn to leave.

“Don’t go,” he reaches out to me.

I look down to his eyes and for the first time, I see the vulnerability. 

He looks alone.  The walking picture of success looks vulnerable.

“Stay here.  Talk to me.  Tell me anything.”

“Like what?”

“Where do you live?”

I hesitate.

“No, don’t tell me that.  Tell me something else.  Why did you end up in the music industry?”

Should I respond?  Or should I walk out the door?

“I started here because that was the first job I got out of school,” I open up to him, “I didn’t have a desire to go into the music industry but once I started here, I loved it.  I love supporting the industry.  Music gives joy to a lot of people.”

“Joy,” Mitchell scoffs.

“What’s wrong with experiencing joy?” I ask.

“Joy, like happiness, is a fleeting experience.  It is there for only a moment before it is taken away by another emotion.  They are both useless emotions.” 

“They are not useless…”

“Power, on the other hand,” he interrupts me, “Power is long lasting.  Once you have power, you have that for a very long time.”

I don’t respond to his philosophical comment.  I disagree with the comment so deeply, that I fear I would slap him if I responded.

“Sit down,” he pats the couch next to him.

Against my better judgment, I do as I’m told. 

Slowly, I sit next to him and he moves his body next to mine. 

“You’re warm,” he states as our skin presses together.

His hand begins to mindlessly run over my wrist, and it sends electricity pulsating up my arm. 

His touch is warm and strong. My heart is pounding.

I am lost under his spell. I haven’t been with a man for a long time and he is seducing me with ease.

I shouldn’t do this.

I shouldn’t be here.

His hand moves up my body until the back of his fingers runs over my cheekbones.

He has me.

Oh no…

Chapter 6

My heart flutters…

Does he know what he is doing?

Or was it just an accident?

Of course it was an accident.  He is extremely handsome and very rich.  He could have any girl he ever wanted.  He wouldn’t want me.  He has had too much to drink.

He doesn’t know what he is doing. 

Of course he wouldn’t want me.

Suddenly, Mitchell looms over the top of me. 

He is leaning over my body, propped up by his arms, and he is staring into my eyes.  His body presses into mine and I don’t know what to do.

Mitchell stares at me with his beautiful eyes, waiting for my consent for what is about to happen. 

He smiles like an arrogant bastard when he sees it. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I try to resist him.

“No, it’s not a good idea,” he states in his deep seductive voice, “But we’re going to do it anyway.”

I freeze.

I don’t know how to react.

He wants to do this…

My insides are all knots.

My heart is pounding.

Mitchell’s lips connect with mine…

The world stops spinning. 

He has me.

The kiss is full of electricity.  His warm lips gently press against mine and my mind is alive.

Every part of my body wants him. 

I know I shouldn’t.  I know this is wrong.  This is against everything that I believe in, but I can’t resist it.

Mitchell’s kiss is mind-blowing.  I try to pull away but his tender lips follow mine.  His strong hands run over my loose business shirt and down to my hips. 

I want this to stop. 

I know this is wrong.

But the more he kisses me, the more I am filled with desire. 

And he can sense it. 

Like a tiger hunting with his prey, he plays with me.

The air around us is charged.

His hand pushes my shirt up and I want to push him away.

“You are so sexy,” he whispers into my ear before sensitively kissing my neck.

The whisper of his breath on my skin drives me crazy.

“Stop,” my head finally rules my emotions. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He smiles, “And yet, we are.”

He kisses me again, forcing me to fall backwards onto the couch.

I can’t resist it anymore.  The passion is sending emotion flooding through every part of my body, driving me crazy.

He kisses my neck again and unbuttons my loose business shirt, kissing any piece of exposed skin that he sees.

With my shirt unbuttoned, he cups my breasts, playing with my nipple through my bra.

That...

That feels good. 

It has been so long since I have been with a man that I have forgotten how good it feels.

He returns to kissing my lips and his hand wanders up my skirt and between my legs.  Even his soft touch is driving me insane!

I don’t know if I can take this.

His hand brushes against my underwear and I close my legs together… but his hand is too big and too strong to fight against.

Our lips connect again.

The moment is intense. I am on fire. Every part of my skin tingles with passion that I have only ever dreamt about.

He has me.  He owns me.

I want to kiss every part of his body.  His strength is filling me with hunger.

His lips move onto my neck and then onto my shoulder.  He kisses my collarbone and then I feel his hand unclip my bra.  Tossing it aside, he takes a moment.

Mitchell looks down on my exposed breasts. 

I sit nervously still while he judges my figure.  These breasts haven’t been exposed to a man for a while. 

His hands begin to touch my breasts with tenderness.  But that doesn’t last long.

“Yes,” he moans, “Chloe, you have amazing breasts.”

The primal desire overcomes him and he begins to treat me like a man should.  He wants me.  And he is going to have me…

He passionately kisses my lips again and his hand finds its way back down to between my legs.  This time he doesn’t pretend to play. 

He rips my underwear down with aggression and dominance.  I don’t resist… and I wouldn’t stand much of a chance if I did.

We both want this now.

“Wait,” I stop him again as the good girl in me takes over, “We really shouldn’t be doing this, should we?”

Even in the dimly lit room, I can see his eyes stare down to me, almost glittering with the hunger on his face.

He answers in a firm tone, leaving no doubt that this is the right thing to do, “Yes.”

His answer is firm.  Strong.  Powerful.

Oh yes…

Mitchell kisses me with a dominant force.

Wow…

I can feel the desire build from deep within my body, welling up to become an unstoppable force.

He rips off his shirt and my hands rush all over his smooth skin.

His body is rock hard and firm.  It is everything I thought it would be.  It is the hardest piece of flesh I have ever felt.

I want to eat him up.  I want to kiss every part of him.

As he kisses me, I begin to ache with desire.  I need him. 

His body moves down mine until his head is between my legs.  He seductively kisses the insides of my thighs and forces my legs open with his hands.  His head disappears under my business skirt but I can still feel him.  Oh yes, I can still feel him.

I have never let a man kiss me there before.

Oh…

His tongue connects with my wet pussy and I can’t hold it back.

“Yes…” I moan. 

I am not a moaner and never have been, but right now, I can’t help it.  I can’t control the noise escaping my lips.

Something enters me.

Oh…

It must be his finger.  Or two fingers.  Yes.  Another moan escapes my lips and my head goes backwards on the couch.

My…

His wet tongue plays with my clit and new deep moans escape my lips.

Wow…

I have…

I am…

He has me.

Mitchell owns me.

I don’t want this moment to stop… 

But it does. 

Mitchell removes his lips from my pussy and kisses along my body again.  He stands before me on the couch, and undoes his belt with an assertive movement.  His trousers drop to floor and my mouth drops open.

Oh my…

Will that hurt?  Can I take
all
that?

He waits for me but my mouth is hung open in shock.  When I finally raise my eyes off his huge, hard cock, he nods towards it.

“Suck it,” he states with authority.

Doing as I’m told, I reach forward to his cock.  My left hand wraps around it to feel its size…

It is huge.

My right hand comes over it as well and both my hands fit easily on his cock.  I am still in shock, as I have never seen anything as big as this. 

I begin to run my hands over his hard piece, before rubbing it with passion.  It grows harder. 

I want him in my mouth.  I want his hard dick deep inside my mouth.  On instinct, I take him in my mouth and he moans with deep pleasure. 

“Fuck yes, Chloe!”

My hands rub up and down his shaft while my tongue runs over the head.  Mitchell continues to moan deeply as his hands run through my hair.

I try to moan as well, but my mouth is full of cock.

Looking up to him, I see a large smile spread across his face.

While I run salvia over his cock, he moans with great indulgence.  My head bounces on his cock and my hands run aggressively over its shaft.  Oh, he tastes good.  He tastes like a man. 

After my mouth full of cock, I take him out of my mouth, and guide him to sit down on the couch.  Hitching up my skirt, I climb over his muscular physique, straddling him. 

Just as I am about to sit my wet pussy on his rock-hard member, he tosses me aside on the couch.  He may be drunk but he is still in control.

I love it.

I love being dominated by a real man.  I have never been taken like this before and it makes me feel so vulnerable and exposed. 

Mitchell moves over the top of me in the missionary position and my heart almost stops. 

I need him inside me!

“Take me Mitchell,” I moan.

I have never talked during sex before but this time, I can’t resist it.  The words just fall out of my mouth.

“Take me,” I moan again.

His rock hard cock comes to my wet pussy and I almost come right there.  This foreplay is more than anything I have ever experienced.

As he gently pushes himself into my pussy, a deep moan builds from within my soul.  As he pushes in deeper, the moan escapes, humming against my lips.

I feel every part of his strong cock deep within my body. 

Oh, that feels amazing.

He holds himself within me.

Yes…

Oh yes!

He looks down on me, still inside me, and studies me. 

“You are so beautiful,” he moans with vulnerable eyes.

I don’t respond.

I don’t know what to say.

“Chloe, you are so sexy,” he continues, “Your body is amazing.”

His hands run all over my body, smoothing over my breasts with a touch filled with wonder.  It feels so strange to be staring at this man while he is deep inside me. 

“Take me,” I whisper to him.

He smiles, “When I am ready.”

He continues to run his hands over my breasts, setting my skin alight with his burning touch. 

Suddenly he grips my hips hard.  The look on his face changes…

Slam!

He thrusts himself deep into my body, forcing my body into the couch.  The aggression on his face is clear. 

Slam!

He pounds into me.

My eyes almost pop out of my head.  My arms wrap around his strong shoulders, holding onto his body.  My pussy becomes alive.

“Yes!” I scream.

I have never felt aggressive passion like this before.  I have read about it in books, but never have I felt the power of a man so strong. 

“Yes!”

He is relentless. 

Non-stop, he pounds into me.  This man is dominating my body.

“Yes!!”

He pulls my hands from over his shoulders and pins my wrists to the couch.  I try to resist against his strength but it is no use.  His hands are heavy, holding me still on the couch.

Oh, he is strong…

“Fuck yes!” I squeal as I try to wrestle against him.

My hair throws around and I can’t control my body.

Fuck!

Yes!

Mitchell tosses me around with strength, treating me as a piece of meat.  I love it.  I love being used and dominated.

He withdraws and pushes me onto my hands and knees, and I happily obey his demands.  I rest on the couch and he stands up behind me, bringing his hard cock to my wetness.

Without hesitation, he drives his member deep into my pussy, forcing me forward.  I try to push back against the couch but he is so forceful.  As he rams me, my head is squashing up against the cushion.

“Yes…”

The material of the couch now muffles my words.

Gripping my hips, he attacks my pussy with quick, hard thrusts full of primal aggression. 

“Fuck!” he groans as he powers into me.

Orgasm floods over me and I am lost.

My world is gone. 

My skin tingles as he attacks me with his cock.  He grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging on it hard as he pounds into me.  My head pulls back in pain, but right now, I love the feeling. 

This powerful, arrogant bastard owns me.

Slam!

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I scream as he thugs my hair back.

Mitchell slams into me hard.  He grips my hair tight with force.  My head is back.  His body is trembling. 

His groan vibrates through my soul as he spills his seed. I feel him come with pleasure.

He puffs deeply and he rocks in and out of me.  Mitchell collapses onto the couch beside me as I realize how sore my pussy will be tomorrow.   I am going to struggle to walk. 

Wow…

I fall into his muscular body, dizzy in the orgasm he took me on.  I have never felt like this.  I have never even felt close to this.  This… this was something else.

Mitchell grins, closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.