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A woman of forty came into my office. She knew her place, and she appeared to have no feelings about me or Mr. Black. Perhaps she had no inclinations or desires for him, which was not so obvious with the young woman who sat at the welcome desk. She appeared to have had a piece of him and wanted more.
It had taken my secretary the whole day to explain my duties, which were research and editing reports on the various entities of Blackstone Industries. Once I completed each binder, I had to hand it over to my secretary, and she would edit it as well. It was a secluded job, not tiring, but no contact with others. My lunch was controlled, because it was brought in. At four I heard footsteps, and someone entering the large office attached to mine. After fifteen minutes, a knock came to the door, and without a word, Mr. Black strutted into my office.
Sitting behind my desk, head lowered glancing over tomorrow’s assignment, I glanced up, and there stood my Mr. Black, so handsome, so exciting, and so fuckable. “Ms. Johns, I am...”
“I know who you are, sir. You are my employer, Mr. Blackstone,” I said with my professional voice, trying to determine if he wanted a Dom or sub. I stood and walked to shake his hand as stern and hard as I could, not with the wimpy handshake I wanted to give him.
“You have a strong handshake.”
“Thank you. I like when a man can appreciate a strong handshake from a woman.”
“It shows that she likes to be in charge,” he said with a sexy smirk, causing dimples to make a large dent in his cheeks.
Oh, that told me everything. He wants a Dom, or is he just testing me?
“I was hoping you would join me for dinner.” He threaded his fingers through his tempting curly locks. Remembering the day I threaded my fingers through his hair, gave me a tingle between my legs.
“Do you have a habit of taking your help to dinner?”
“Only if they are as attractive and sexy as you.”
“Mr. Blackstone, that can be construed as sexual harassment.”
“Go ahead, sue me. I can afford it.” He smiled, then it turned into a sly mischievous grin. “I assure you, you will have a better time if you just agree to have dinner with me.”
He’s a persistent bastard when he wants something. I guess that’s why he’s a billionaire, I thought. “I’m sorry Mr. Blackstone, but I have a previous engagement.”
I walked around to my desk to take off my heels and put on my walking shoes. Bending down changing my shoes, I heard him say, “Did you read the rider and the fine print on the contract?” He turned and disappeared without saying more. I bit my nails, which didn’t have the same effect as biting my real nails. At least he didn’t press me further. Who reads the fine print on contracts, I thought. Not me. Not me. I heard his office door open and close, and I began packing my company’s iPad and iPhone.
Closing my door, I headed for the elevators. They finally stopped on the ground level, and I rushed for the revolving door. I saw a Midnight Blue Rolls Royce sitting in front at the curb, with Mr. Black leaning on his door with his legs crossed, wearing a dark blue turtleneck, with dark slacks hanging perfectly on his glorious hips, held up with an alligator belt, and those Gucci loafers on his feet. He had plans for me, and I hadn’t thought enough ahead to outwit this shrewd handsome fuck. After all, it was my first day, couldn’t he give me a break?
“You look tired and hungry, Ms. Johns, would you like a ride home?”
“I live around the corner. I can find my way. Thank you, Mr. Blackstone, but I have a date.” I started walking and he followed me. His driver drove off. The street was a one way, and we were headed in the opposite direction.
He paused, then asked, “Do you have a date with a young man?”
“No, with an old man. I like them old.” I raised my eyebrow and gave him a wink.
“Like me?” he asked, stopping me with a slight grasp of my arm.
“No, you’re too young.” His brow furrowed, he didn’t want to continue, so he changed the subject.
“You shouldn’t walk alone.”
I looked up at him and said, “I’m not alone.”
He smiled and I saw an ease and warmth brush his strong clean-shaven, handsome face. I felt the warmth ease through my body, the way I saw him when he gazed into my eyes and said that he loved me. Was that his usual rap for all the virgins he deflowered? I couldn’t have been the only one that he professed love for, but I would like to think that I was.
“A penny for your thoughts, Ms. Johns.”
“Only a penny, Mr. Blackstone?”
“How about if I make it more and put it in your pay.”
“I still wouldn’t tell you what I’m thinking. A body needs some privacy. Besides, you can’t bribe me.” I glanced up at the building, and announced, “I’m home.”
“If I remember precisely, this is one of my apartments.”
The sign read Blackstone Apartments in LED lights. “One of your hotel managers is my roommate.”
“A male or female?”
“A male.”
“Is he your lover?”
“I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation, and I don’t care to explain to you, Mr. Blackstone.” A smile crossed his face. He was as much surprised as I was at my words.
“Call me Max.”
“Well, Max, thank you for walking me home.” I extended my hand, and he pressed his face next to mine and our lips found each other, and there we stood outside kissing like teenagers. A hot kiss seared my lips. His tongue sliced through my mouth, so I sucked it in and began sucking it hard. His breathing accelerated and I felt his heart, and I knew he was attracted to Rebecca, the way he had been attracted to Alex three years ago.
I felt Mr. Black’s hands bring me into his hard muscular body; I felt the flex of his muscular arms pressing me closer and closer. I felt him; all of him, rise and pulsate against my warm vagina. I smelled his scent, there was nothing like the smell of Tom Ford’s Noir fragrance to make you lose all your inhibitions. I couldn’t help myself.
Limp, and a moment from fainting in his arms, I got control of myself, but his hands had moved from my waist to my behind. He wasn’t surprised that I allowed so much familiarity without protest. He acted as if he expected it.
With one hand behind my back, he whispered in my ear, “I want to smell your pussy. I need that and I need to be your slave.”
He took my virginity and taught me about oral sex, now he was preparing me for BDSM.
I wonder what’s next?
From my limited knowledge of BDSM, he was not supposed to kiss me or get personally involved if he was the Dom. He did say he wanted to be my slave. I smiled at the thought.
“I need to go; I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Blackstone.” Prying my body from his arms, I strutted away from him, and through the large glass door. I didn’t turn until I reached the elevators. Swiveling around on my low heels, he was standing looking at me like a sex-starved schoolboy. A sly smile crossed his face, and he tilted his head to the side, then strode in the direction of his Rolls. The chauffer opened the door, and he glided in.
I didn’t want him taking the role of gentleman, which he had initiated when first I met him. Then he could do what he wanted, and I would be left wishing and wanting him to call. This time would be different.
Opening the door to our apartment, I couldn’t wait to tell Joshua. “Where are you, Joshua?” I searched around in his bedroom, in the kitchen, and finally the terrace. He had a glass of wine in his hand, and another empty glass waiting for me. “Pour me one. I have something to tell you.”
“Do you see that bridge?” he said, words slurring. “I’m going to commit suicide if you fuck this up, Alex. I’m getting inquiries already about our relationship.”
“Already? I just left Mr. Black,” I said, surprised by the news and surprised by Joshua’s misplaced concerns.
“This morning, at the new hotel, I saw him whispering to someone, then he came over and spoke to me. His voice was cold and stern when he asked about you, I mean Rebecca. I can’t keep all those names in my head. I thought he was asking about you, Alex, the real you, not that blonde slut you’re pretending to be.”
“Well, what happened, Joshua? You never tell a straight story.”
“He asked if I was fucking you. Just like that. I didn’t expect that, especially from a man in his position. What have you done to him?”
“He’s a man and he’s into me. Things are about to get interesting.”
“Alex, do you know that you have a clause in your employment that has something to do with BDSM. You need to know what you’re in for.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think you are aware of what is expected from that job.”
“I can handle it. What could be wrong with a little dirty talk with your dream man, and a little sex? It’s not like it’s new to me. Don’t worry.”
“You’re in uncharted waters, Alex.”
Taking time to read the fine print, I thought nothing of it. He expected to have a little dirty talk and BDSM. I knew a little of BDSM, I googled it. Besides, it didn’t matter. I would be doing it with the love of my life. I figured that I could talk dirty with Blackstone, and I would have the last laugh when I confronted him with the truth.