The Boy Next Door (80 page)

I hadn’t thought about that, but I guess he did make a valid point. “I’ll deal with that. Hopefully they will be oblivious and won’t give a damn where the money went. Most accountants will only ask the pertinent questions. When they find out that it was for charity, they’ll probably gloss over the fact that their client used that kind of money to give to charity. They probably won’t ask any questions, because they’ll know that it went to a worthy cause.” I don’t know who I was trying to convince, him or me. I knew that deep down that things could go terribly awry and yet I had every intention of following through.

We went down the stairs and I followed behind watching his ass in those pants. I wanted to peel them down and give myself a taste. He looked like everyone else in the black tie affair that had money to burn except for the way his body filled out that cowboy dresup suit. I could feel his fingers in my hand were not as tight as before and I think that he was consciously aware of the strength that he was using. He was making a point to lessen his grip and allow me the feeling of not being some kind of prisoner.

He was on the phone and I heard him say something about bringing the car around to the back entrance. That would mean that he had a driver sitting out there waiting for instructions. I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go with him. “I think that it might be prudent that I get this money into the proper hands. Paul, your contribution is quite significant and I’m going to give you this one chance to take it back. It’s the least that I can do.”

I was hoping that this might be a good way to keep him from turning me over to the authorities. I was praying that he wasn’t going to take me up on my offer, but I needed to make the effort.

“Like I said, the money is not that important to me. It was the principle of the thing and I guess I got a little carried away. I certainly don’t need the money. That might sound callous, but I don’t really know what else to say. I could take it back, but then I will probably only use it to buy something like an island or some extravagant airplane that has just come out on the market. You’re saving me from making a mistake and having my father look at me with disapproval again. I think I use my money to make him feel uncomfortable. I make sure to show it off anytime that I go back home.”

“It might sound crazy, what I’m about to say, but I think that you might need to mend a few fences with your father. You’ve been keeping this in for a very long time and it’s about time that you finally have a face to face talk with him. I understand that it might not be a conversation that you want to have, but in order to get past it, you’re going to have to tell him how you feel. You can’t hold back these kinds of feelings. They’re only going to fester deep inside, until they turn into something that is going to cause you bodily harm.”

“No. I’m happy with the way things are. To shake things like that to the surface will only make for a very tense moment between the two of us. Believe me, I know that you’re right and that I should confront him, but I’m not sure that I have it in me to do something like that. I haven’t seen them in a while, but I think that his domineering way was passed down from one generation to the next.”

I stopped off at the animal hospital and put those five checks into the mailbox. They were going to get one hell of a surprise in the morning. I got back in the car and he was beaming with pride. Taking control of his emotions had allowed him to realize that he had been treating people in the exact same way that his father treated him. He needed to make a clean break and the best way to do that was to act in the best interest of others.

He had us driven to a nearby lookout point. We walked down to the water’s edge and lay there looking at the stars.

Chapter four

“Paul, I really didn’t like you. You seemed too full of yourself and you gave the impression that you didn’t care about anyone. I think that deep down you knew that you were falling into the old trap of your father. I just shined a light on it and you could finally see that you were taking your lead from him. I know that you never wanted to, but sometimes these things can get out of hand. You learned from seeing while you grew up, and you started to think deep in your consciousness that is the right way to treat people. Your father doesn’t sound like a very nice man and it’s a wonder that your mother put up with it all these years.”

I don’t know when it happened, but this dislike that I had for him and now turned into something of a heat that couldn’t be controlled. I reached up and took off his cowboy hat, putting it on myself and taking the role of the man. I straddled his waist, unbuttoned his shirt one at a time and made a point to do it slowly to make him watch me with his eyes.

“Brenda, you make me feel like I’m a criminal and that I should look back at my actions. I look back on my actions toward women and I think I start to see that there’s a reason why I haven’t been able to land anybody permanently. I really convinced myself that it was them, but I think it was the way that I treated them that made them run for the hills. My father is a bastard and he uses his words and then his fists to get his point across. I thought that I was above that, but I’ve been slowly becoming him and didn’t even know it. Grabbing you by the wrist and having you call me on it forced me to take a hard look at myself.” I was tracing my fingers down around his nipples. He began to shiver to the sensation that I was causing him.

“It’s not too late to change. You’ve proven that beyond a shadow of a doubt.”

I felt a little wanton, like having this blond hair had given me the license to act out more playfully and seductively than I had ever done before. “I think that I want to show you the real man underneath all of that animosity. Deep down, you are a good man and you just needed somebody to take you by the hand and lead you into the light.”

I pulled the straps of that red dress down over my upturned breasts and his eyes went wide with seeing me in that way in the moonlight.

“I don’t know why you could ever consider me worthy of giving your body to. I’m not going to mince words. I find you very attractive and would love the opportunity to have sex with you. I want to make beautiful love and to make you smile and then moan in obvious enjoyment.” He had me by the hips and the dress was pooled over my waist. My panties were rubbing up against his engorged member and he was making a point to thrust up to make even better contact. “I think that I could get used to a woman like you in my life. I can even help you with your humanitarian causes. I will do my part and throw a sizable amount of money in your direction, but I think that you will go a long way with putting your own fundraisers together.”

I had never thought of that, but the idea was appealing. I moved up, leaving a trail of wetness along his stomach and up to his chin. I hovered over him with my legs taking the strain of holding myself in that way. “I think that we should see if we can’t put your mouth to better use than talking.”

I pulled the panties to the side, sopping wet, and then I brushed up against his overeager lips. That was just a brief taste, but it was enough to make him thirst for more. He showed that by putting his fingers to work, opening me up to better explore me with his tongue. I was splayed open and it was a wonder that I was even able to stay in this position with the constant electricity that was now running through my veins.

“I think that you taste better than caviar, Brenda.” He was a flatterer, but he was also caring and kind. I had to dig deeper find him, but he was there. “Fuck…you’re dripping all over the place. I’ve never had a woman this excited to be with me. More often than not they are just there to further their own agenda.”

I let him sink deep into me with his tongue and then I bounced on him like a pogo stick that had gone out of control. “Fuck…fuck…yes…right there…don’t stop… here it comes…here it comes…YESSSSS.” That orgasm was a mind lower and I had to plant my hands on either side of his head to keep myself from collapsing altogether. He slipped out from underneath me, bent me over at an angle and had me on my hands and knees in the sand. I felt him lifting my dress and then spanking my ass and making me yelp with surprise and excitement all rolled into one.

“I need this. You have no idea how much I have needed a woman like you in my life. My saddle is built for two and I want you to be a part of the kind of man that you have made possible. A lot of what I felt toward women has been washed away. I see you as the kind of woman that can keep me on a short leash. I need that, but what I need the most is a woman that shows me the kind of loving that I deserve. I didn’t think that I was deserving, but you opened my eyes to the possibility of true love.” That outer façade had now melted away and showed me that I had every right to pursue a relationship with a man that used to know nothing but discontent.

“Take me…don’t think about it and just do it.” I was begging him and I think that he was eager to comply.

He pressed that bulbous knob up against my lips and that first inch was buried deep before my inner muscles began to work him over into a frenzy. I pulled him into the wake of my desire and we were now joined at the hips. He started to fuck me a little faster and I had to reach back to place my hand on his chest to slow down his role. “Don’t be in such a hurry. This isn’t a race…it’s a marathon.” I’d had problems in the past with men that were a little too anxious to get it over with. I found that a little direction goes a long way.

“Brenda, whatever you want is what you’re going to get.” It was agonizing, but he was very gentle and very manly and knew exactly how to press my buttons. In that regard, he had reached around and had done something that no other lover that I’ve been with in the past had ever tried. He played with my clit, as he gave me long hard strokes without stopping it in between for a much needed breather.

The feeling of him behind me was enough to keep me on the edge. He was driving with precision and he was touching on the spot in my body that had been unsatisfied. The size of his equipment was perfect to barely graze that area, but it was more than enough to make me writhe in his grasp. I was gripping the sand with both hands, slapping at it with my palms. I could feel spittle coming out the corner of my mouth.

“I never really concerned myself with a woman’s pleasure, but this time it’s going to be different.” I could feel that he was losing that battle, but he was forcing himself to hold himself back. He wanted me to reach that moment first and then he would join me. I was happy to see that he had a lot more willpower and stamina than most.

“I want you, I need you and I think that I love you!” I had a lot of secrets that I kept in a vault inside my head and I was tempted to tell him each and every one of them. Had he asked at the moment of my climax, I probably would have told him anything he wanted to know and then some.

I was cumming hard and fast and my juices were now streaming down his shaft. The lips were holding him like a newborn baby, squeezing the life out of him. The cream in the center was what I was looking for and I heard his outcries of pleasure, which was followed by a torrent of love juice that soaked my insides.

I felt a little taken out of my comfort zone, as he turned me on my back and continued to fuck me through his orgasm. He had unloaded what felt like a gallon, but he continued to move against me with a determination that I could see in his eyes. He was breathing heavy and he looked like he was going to meet his maker. His face was red and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

“I can’t believe this…and I think I’m going to… AHHHHH.” This was the first time that I had seen a man have a multiple climax. It gave me a giddy little thrill that I was responsible for that. There wasn’t a whole lot left in the chamber, but the sensation was enough to make him collapse on top of me in absolute exhaustion.

“I don’t even know how to express to you my feelings, Brenda. I’ve never done that before, not even in my youth. It’s pretty clear what I’ve been missing.” I went down on him, licking up the last of his discharge. His cock was sensitive and he trembled to the touch, but he did not try to push me away. He allowed me to take my pleasure.

One of those influential donations came back to haunt me, but he was able to convince them with an extra influx of cash that they should look the other way. I guess we both should have realized the animal hospital would contact the donors whose names appeared on the checks I gave them.

Well. Live and learn.

I did go on to put on my own fundraisers with great success. I was now moving with those that had power and I had the confidence to stand up and be noticed, because of Paul. He was my cowboy lover and friend and everything that I wanted and more.

THE END

Taken by the Asian Billionaire

Chapter One

Joseph ran his hand over his thick dark hair, sending the cropped spikes shooting in all directions.  He needed some dedicated assistant to help navigate this particular project and he was not sure who to pull from the administrative pool downstairs.  He was not prepared to give up his regular executive assistant for one individual project but she might be able to give a recommendation from the pool.  He started to dial but stopped short of the last digit.

He stood up from behind his massive oak desk and cinched his tie back up to his neck.  He buttoned up his grey suit jacket and tried to tidy the mess he had made of his hair.  As he strode past his assistant’s desk, the older woman lifted her head in an unspoken question but Joseph just kept walking.

He loved making a stir in the company by appearing on random floors and in sporadic departments.  He was almost certain of the reaction he would get when he strolled into the administrative pool.

Joseph was not tall but he was well-built and carried with him the sort of presence that filled a room.  He meticulously maintained his physique at the gym and knew that his tailored suits did not hide but rather camouflaged his tight muscular build.

The elevator doors opened on the third floor and he stepped off with authority.  The room was unremarkable, filled with grey-walled cubicles and the tops of many heads.  As he circulated, the heads turned one by one to follow, and he could hear frantic whispers and keystrokes as his presence became known.

Most of the administrative pool members were young women in their mid-twenties who had taken the position in hopes of upward mobility.  The little blondes and redheads giggled quietly as the company’s billionaire owner passed through the corridors.  A couple of them tried to bat their eyelashes and flip their hair in his direction but he was unmoved by their clumsy attempts to earn his attention.

He finally came to a closed office door and knocked firmly.

“One moment,” came the rich throaty voice from inside the office.

He straightened his shoulders and clasped his hands in the fig-leaf pose, and waited silently.  He could still feel the tremors in the air behind him but did not acknowledge the ripples his presence had created.

“You may enter,” the voice rang out again.

He opened the door and walked across the threshold.

“Oh, well, um, hello Mister Misaka.  I’m so sorry, I had no idea it was you at the door,” the woman babbled nervously.

“Quite alright.  You had no reason to believe it was not one of your staff.” He smiled politely and tried to avert his eyes from scanning over the woman’s voluptuous figure.

She was a little taller than he was, with deep brown eyes and curly coarse hair, and her flesh was the color of caramel candies.  Her ripe breasts were full under her snug button-down top, and her skirt hugged the swell of her hips perfectly.

The woman quickly gathered her composure and gestured to a chair at her conference table.

“Please, have a seat.  How can I help you?”

He smiled again, digging his nails into his palms in an effort to calm his twitching cock.

“I’m looking for some help, administratively that is.”

“Oh, I’m happy to recommend one of my staff.  Any of them would be honored to help out.”

He regarded her coolly before responding.

“How about yourself?”

“Me, Sir?”

“Yes, you are the manager down here, correct?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Then I’d like for you to help me.”

“Well, I, um…”  Her voice trailed off nervously.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he remarked politely.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry.  I should have introduced myself.  I’m Sherrie.”

“Nice to meet you Sherrie, I’m Joseph Misaka.”

“I know who you are, Sir,” she said with a weak smile.

He chuckled.  “There is no anonymity for me, is there?”

“No, Sir.”

“So how about it?”

“Well, I would need to find someone to temporarily fill my spot, Sir.”

“That’s quite alright.  Please do take care of that as quickly as possible, and report to my office tomorrow morning.”

She beamed at him.  “Yes, Sir, and thank you.  I won’t let you down.”

He strode out of the room with the same authority that he used in every action he made.  Although he knew full well how he commanded attention, he was completely unaware of the effects his presence had on Sherrie personally.  She was shocked at the physical reaction of her body to the proximity of the tightly muscled man who signed her paychecks.  Her thighs were tight with anticipation, and it felt as though her stiff nipples would puncture holes straight through the satin of her bra.  She was nearly breathless as he reentered the elevator.

Chapter Two

Joseph released the air in his lungs with a loud whoosh as soon as the elevator doors closed.  He had never had such a visceral reaction to a woman as he had just experienced with Sherrie.  He had been around gorgeous women for most of his adult life, but none of them had taken his breath away like the full-figured beauty who ran the administrative pool for his company.  He punched in the security code for his office suite and sighed heavily.

As he rode the wood-paneled elevator to his penthouse office, his mind drifted to a scene of her on her knees in front of him with those full dark pink lips wrapped around his cock.  He was mildly horrified and completely turned on by the time the doors opened onto his floor.

He tried to quickly rearrange his stiff cock before walking past his assistant, but he rushed by her just in case.  Unfortunately, Daisy trailed right behind him rattling off missed calls and meeting reminders.

“Yes, yes, just leave the messages on my desk,” he replied hurriedly.

She dropped the yellow slips of paper on his desk and looked at him curiously.

“Is there anything the matter Mister Misaka?”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

“You missed a conference call while you were out.  Shall I reschedule?”

“Yes, please.  Oh and Daisy?  Tomorrow morning there will be someone joining our team up here for a while.  She’ll be working from my conference table in here.”

“Sir?  Someone else?  What do you mean?”

“I need help with a specific project, so I’ve pulled in additional help so as not to overburden you.  Sherrie will be joining us.”

“Oh?  The manager from the pool?”

“Yes, that’s her.”

“Oh she is a wise choice, Sir, very good at her job.”

He smiled at her.  “Excellent.  Thank you.”

Daisy bustled out the door, slightly confused by the need for additional help but grateful that her full plate was not going to overflow.

The next morning, Sherrie showed up at fifteen minutes before eight, in a grey suit with a cream blouse.  She looked every inch the professional and every bit scared.  She clutched her notebook tightly to her chest and smiled weakly at Daisy.  Daisy did her best to reassure the young woman but it did not seem to help.

Joseph arrived promptly at eight o’clock and ushered Sherrie into his office with a brief ‘thanks’ to Daisy.

“You’ll be working out of here, with me.”

He tried not to stare at the shape of her calves as they rose out of her black pumps, and prayed that she was unaware of his thickening cock.  Sherrie was too nervous to notice anything but the enormous office, the beautiful wood furniture, and the entire wall of glass behind his desk.

“It’s beautiful in here,” she breathed.

“Thank you, I do love the view from here,” he grinned down at her.

“Sir?” Sherrie seemed startled that he was staring at her instead of out the window.

“Nothing,” he deflected before returning to the work at hand. “I’ve ordered you a laptop to work on while you’re here.  In the interest of confidentiality, I didn’t want our project to be on your regular computer.”

“Oh, I understand.  Thank you.”

He removed his suit jacket and hung it up in the small closet hidden behind a panel on the wall.

“Can I hang yours up as well?”

Her cheeks flushed brightly, and she stood up to remove her own jacket.  Joseph bit back a groan as she removed it.  Her breasts pressed outwards as she removed it, and when she wriggled out of the sleeves, they shimmied underneath her cream silk top.  The blouse clung to her curves perfectly and he was almost overcome with the desire to feel the firm heft of the rounded globes.

He cleared his throat loudly and she looked at him startled.

“Mister Misaka?  Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” he mumbled as he took her jacket.

Once it was deposited in the closet, they set down to work.  He brought his own laptop over to the conference table and took the chair immediately next to her.  She smelled of vanilla and chocolate and Joseph found himself desperately wanting to taste her skin.

By lunchtime, they had reviewed the specifics of the project in question.  The unseen and unspoken issues at the table were the fact that Sherrie was damp between her thighs and Joseph was completely erect.  She did not have much experience with men, but something about this compactly muscled man with his penetrating dark gaze and his commanding presence made her breathless and eager to please.  Joseph on the other hand was completely taken in by the luscious curves of her body and the soft eagerness in her voice.

He rang Daisy to order lunch and then let Sherrie know that they would be working through lunch together.  He was in no mood to let her out of his sight and he was in a position to make her stay.

Every time his fingers brushed against hers as they shuffled papers back and forth, she found herself biting back a whimper when the electricity shot from her fingertips to her pussy.

This was going to be a difficult project indeed.  For both of them.

Chapter Three

One of the company’s catering staff delivered a silver tray of food and silently shut the office door behind her. Joseph whisked the cover off with a flourish and the scent of lasagna and garlic bread wafted over both of them.

“Why don’t we take a break while we eat?” he smiled.  “I’d like to just chat.”

He had to find out why he was so taken with this woman.

“Certainly, Mister Misaka.”

They dug in and relished the Italian feast.  The casserole was full of spinach and zucchini, cloaked in tangy marinara and gooey mozzarella.  The bread was just toasted enough to soak up all of the flavors without being soggy.

“I could get used to eating like this,” Sherrie mumbled with a smile.

Joseph laughed.  “That can be arranged.  So, what do you do when you’re not working for me?”

“I, um, I spend time with my family.”

His eyes flashed down and her left ring finger was bare.

“Oh?  You have children?”

“No, Sir, my parents.  They are both, um, ill, and they live with me.”

He felt a warmth flood over his body at the sweetness of her.  He was completely hooked on her now.  Very few Americans truly understood his cultural need of honor and family, but it seems she grasped it perfectly.

“That’s very admirable.”

“Thank you, but it’s just what you’re supposed to do.  They took care of me, so now I take care of them.”

“Is it difficult?”

“A little, yes.  And expensive,” she sighed sadly.

“I hope you understand that this project will come with a significant bonus,” he offered suddenly.

“Oh, Sir, you don’t have to do that.  I’m happy to help.”

“Oh I’m happy to compensate you for your efforts, it’s not an issue at all.”

“Thank you,” she smiled softly, her tawny eyes lighting up in gratitude.

Without thinking, he lightly rested his palm on her thigh.

“I’m happy to help.”

“Sir?”

Sherrie’s eyes darted from his face to his hand on her leg, and back again.  Instead of withdrawing, he squeezed her leg lightly.

“Mister Misaka?”

“Yes, Sherrie?”

“What are you doing?”

“Sherrie, I’d like to help you any way I can.  I have the means to do almost anything.”

“Sir, I-I-I’d like to get back to work.”

He withdrew his hand slowly, letting his fingers linger on her knee before they finally slid free.  Her breath trickled out of her full lips and she prayed he did not realize she really wanted him to slide his hand the other direction.  Joseph’s palm burned from just the touch of her suit skirt but he bit back the urge to taste her lips.

They continued their discussion about the project awkwardly but professionally until Daisy stuck her head in to wish them a good evening.  She did think they were sitting awfully close together but she pushed the thoughts out of her mind as she left for the day.

“Sherrie?” Joseph began.