Page 31 of Filthy Boss

CHAPTER 18Ty

All those daydreams lusting after her in the elevator are about to come true. All her fantasies too. Her confident grin, the scarlet of her cheeks whenever she’s caught with her own sinful thoughts. And that body made for wickedness underneath her sensible skirts.

All of it was about to be mine. Mine to fuck until she couldn’t think straight.

She deserved better.

Milly was not my kind of girl. No matter how often I daydreamed about making her come on my fingers, my mouth, and my cock as I slid home between her thighs, I knew it wouldn’t work between us. I had needs that a woman like Milly could never fulfill.

But now I’m going back on all that because I want her to be mine.

I want everything I’ve denied us both. I want her pleasure and her pain and her submission and her orgasms. All her orgasms.

I want to make her come until she doesn’t think she can take anymore, and then Iwant to keep fucking her until she falls apart in my arms. I want Milly, weeping and ravaged and pleasured half to death, and then I want to put her back together again, kiss by kiss. I want to memorize every inch of her skin, every sound she makes, every flicker in her big beautiful eyes.

I can’t believe I didn’t realize she was a perfect submissive sooner.

She needs to kneel at someone’s feet, and those feet should be mine. Now, and for the foreseeable future.

Slow down, asshole. This is her first time.

This will get her out of the funk. Reed had called when I left her alone with my letter. He uncovered that Milly was left out here, twisting in the wind for who knows how long. She lied to me about that- about her co-workers who had probably been gone for weeks. But that didn’t matter. That made this decision easier.

She needed me. She needed a Turnaround as much as her company did.

She doesn’t know what she needs. She’s curious, that’s all. Come tomorrow morning, her curiosity may be satisfied, and she’ll find she has no further interest in what you have to offer.

It isn’t going to happen. I won’t allow it.

I open the door to find her kneeling in the middle of the room.I do everything I can to not fall to my knees right beside her.

I freeze in the doorway, my heart beating too fast.

I didn’t realize until this exact moment how much I needed this, needed her,kneeling, ready, and willing. A part of me had been certain this wasn’t going to happen, and this chance would be lost forever. Part of me hoped it would be. But my cock is glad she stayed.

Her fingers wrapped in her lap and her eyes staring down at the floor.

My chest tightens, and for a moment I’m afraid I won’t be able to do this the way I need to. I don’t usually have any doubts in the bedroom. But this- her- is new to me. I’ve never wanted to keep someone around as much as I do Milly. Never trained someone like her.

I’ve never wanted what my heart is telling me I want with Milly.

I would probably be better off taking things slow. Making her tell me the truth about her employment for the last few weeks. But this way can cut all of that bullshit away quicker, faster- plus see if she’s interested in more than a good fuck.

Any doubts I have are erased when Milly lifts her head and her eyes lock on mine.

Her eyes are wide and the mix of lust and embarrassment in them is really fucking sexy. I smile. How the fuck can this little thing scare the shit out of me?

I cross the carpet, blood pumping faster as I watch her watch me, the hunger in her eyes making me thicker, harder, until my cock tests the seam of my pants and adrenaline pumps through my veins.

I don’t plan to waste another minute keeping our hands to ourselves.

But first things first. I stop in front of her, loving the way she tilts her head back to hold my gaze. “You read the letter and you’re sure you want this?”

She nods slowly. “Yes.”

“And you’re ready to obey me? To submit to me?” I ask, my cock swelling impossibly thicker as she nods again. “Good. Because I’m serious about the rules, Milly. If we’re going to do this, we’re doing it right.”

“I understand,” she says softly. “Are you ready to be vulnerable to me?” The thought of her in this same position butnaked, her breasts full and heavy and her nipples tight from where I’ve kissed them, bitten them, sucked them deep into my mouth until she’s wet and ready and desperate for me, is enough to make my balls ache.

“Yes.”

“Louder, Milly,” I insist, blood rushing faster.. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me ‘I’m ready, Boss.’”

Excitement flickers in her eyes, sending an echo of her anticipation dancing through my bones. “Yes, Boss,” she says firmly. “I’m ready, Boss.”

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