Page 24 of The Boss

One thing at a time. Like in business dealings, it’s best to have things to look forward to and further negotiate as we seal the deal.

My penthouse overlooks the Willamette River, not that you can tell with all the lights off. I keep them off until we get to my room, which I’ve half-hauled Alessa to because she’s not walking in those heels fast enough. Her wrist is delicate in my hand, and the way she bites her lip is exquisite. The more I look at her mouth, the more I want to kiss it again. And the more I want her to start doing things with it.

Sweet hell, my body is shaking as if I’ve already slammed a vibrator on my stomach. Does Alessa know she does this to me? Do women like her realize the power, the potential they have inside of them to completely make me come unhinged? All she had to do was show the hell up. Walk into the room. Flip her hair when it broached her line of sight. Cock her waist to the side, distributing the weight of her luscious, hypnotic hips.

Good hell do I want her ass on my bed right now. I want her legs spread. I want her pussy out. I want her breasts in my face as I fuck her with everything I’ve got. Do you understand me? I want everything I have in my toy chest in Alessa Penrose. I want to know that I’m the only woman who has ever done this, the only one who gets to dothis.

For the rest of her life. Yes, that’s the fantasy.

“Sit.” I speak as if she’s a kinky pet in training. She’s been far from disobedient, though. Oh, but wouldn’t I love to see that side of her? The side of Alessa who goes out of her way to be disobedient so I can give her my punishment? Her ass begs me to spank it every time I look at it.

She sits.

She’s waiting for me to act. To push her down and fuck her until we’re both coming in torrential waves of pleasure. To tell her to take off her clothes and touch herself. To kiss my cunt until she learns what my feminine power truly tastes like.

Yes. That one.

I want my pussy in her face. I want to feel her breaths on my slit and the tip of her tongue on my clit. That’s how I want to show her the most erotic side of my pleasure. There will be no other playing until I taste myself in her mouth.

“Hands flat on the bed.”

She obeys so well. Between tonight and Friday, I’m almost inclined to believe she’s a natural submissive. That would be too good to be true. Too. Good.

I will assume she obeys because she doesn’t know what else to do. And because she wants to keep me pleased, because this relationship is very beneficial to her. Not because she gets off on me ordering her around.

Her hair is so gorgeous. Long, full, and an evocative brown that has to be natural. I want to grab it. I want it to shroud her pretty face. I want her to tie it back so it no longer taunts me, so it doesn’t get in between the way we have sex.

Stop. Thinking. About. Her. Hair.

My hands caress both sides of her face, my thumb dipping between her red lips. They didn’t look like this Friday night. Whoever did her makeup today needs a raise. I’ll see to it.

Her eyes flutter shut. My touch awakens her, flushes her cheeks, and makes her skin burn hot enough to scald my hands. How does the rest of her feel? How warm is that breath?

“Tell me you want me, Alessa.” I love saying her name.A–less–a. So beautiful. So feminine. So satisfying to let hiss from my teeth. “Tell me you need me tonight.”

Those lovely eyes look up at me, full of adoration. It can’t be an act. She’s not experienced enough for this to be an act.

“I need you, Julianna.”

I wasn’t expecting her to say my name. It’s so personal. For a moment, one of my hardened heartstrings practically sings. A touch of heat embers in my heart.

“I want you, madam.”

That brings me back to what I wanted tonight. “You want my body?”

Something glitters in her eyes. It’s hard to tell in the darkness, but I think they’ve glazed over. She’s either thinking about what I can do or escaping to some other realm. “If it wants me.”

Damn it all to hell. I’m weak.

Her mouth stays slightly parted as I consider taking off half my clothes and commanding her to touch me. To kiss me until I come undone. To be mine. But the thought doesn’t last long.

I slip my fingers from her lips down to her neck, trailing around the soft skin. Her pulse thrums against my fingertips.

My mouth is next to her ear as I speak again. My voice is low, almost a growl. A predator's purr.

"Tell me who you belong to."

She freezes under my touch. That same delicious shiver runs through her entire body. If I could get her like this with words alone...

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