The Look: Alpha Male, Feisty Female Romance (3 page)

Holly stands up. “You said you would do anything? Absolutely anything?”

“Yes,” Jason confirms for what feels like the hundredth time.

“Well, I just came up with a way you can start.”

“Thank Jesus,” Jason says with an eye roll.

“Get on the table,” Holly demands.

As quick as his post-sex body will let him, Jason scrambles onto the table. He wobbles a bit, but then steadies himself. “Now what?”

“Now, I want you to yell, as loud as you possibly can, that you are a failure.”

“What?”

“That you are weak.”

“No fucking way,” Jason protests, feeling an unexpected twinge of betrayal.

“That you are stupid.”

“For Christ’s sake, Holly.”

“And I want you to yell so loudly that your whole company can hear you. Everyone. From the top tier people, you have your wine tastings with on the weekends to the snot nose jerks trapped down in the mailroom. I want them all to know that you are a loser.”

“You can’t possibly be serious,” Jason asks. He looks over at Holly, her eyes narrow and her arms crossed. He knows that she is entirely serious, but doesn’t want to admit it.

“You said you would do anything for your company, right?”

“Right, but- “

“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to save your little empire?”

“Well of course, but…”

“Well, if you want to save your company, if you’re willing to do whatever it takes, you’ll do this. Right here, right now.”

Jason knows he has no other options. If he walks out of here right now, he will surely go bankrupt. He will lose everything he has ever worked toward if this mad woman before him doesn’t stop her price structure.

Jason sighs. “I’m a failure.”

“What? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that,” Holly says with a malicious purr in her voice.

“I’m a failure,” Jason says a bit louder.

“I’m sorry, did I say whisper? I meant scream!”

“I’m a failure!”

“For everyone to hear you!”

“I’M A FAILURE!” Jason screams at the top of his voice, running his hands again through his perfect hair.

“Now that’s better. What else are you?”

“I’M WEAK!”

“And?”

“I’M STUPID!”

“What?”

“I’M STUPID!”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’M FUCKING STUPID, OKAY?!?!”

“Yeah! Yeah, you are!”

Jason’s face is red hot with humiliation and anger. How could that fucking women talk me into doing this? “Are you satisfied, Holly?”

“Hmm let me think,” Holly says with a smirk, tapping her chin. Jason rolls his eyes at this game that she’s playing.

“Hmm…I think…” she starts in a sing song voice “NO deal!”

“WHAT?!?!” Jason yells, rage coursing through his veins. Now he can’t believe a single word he is hearing.

Holly cackles at her trick. “But thanks for playing!”

“What the fuck?!?” Jason curses before a slew of obscenities pour from his mouth. This only causes Holly to laugh harder.

“You been wasting my fucking time, you fucking bitch!” he screams. He storms out of the conference room, slamming the door behind him.

CHAPTER 3

Jason takes the elevator to the top floor, a few stories up from the conference room. He can feel himself shaking, and tries to calm himself down. He can’t believe he let her take him for a ride. Make him stand on HIS table in HIS office in HIS company and say that he’s stupid! I swear to God, I’ll make her feel stupid, he vows.

The gold elevator doors open and Jason storms out, telling his secretary to not let any more in, and that he will not be disturbed.

Slamming the door to his office, Jason walks over and sits in his big desk chair to fume about the mess he’s in, all over Holly Patton. He turns his chair to look over at the window, admiring the view.

Holly leaves the conference room shortly after Jason and follows him. She watches him get on the elevator right before it closes. She quickly presses on the up button, waiting for the second elevator to arrive. When it does, Holly walks in and pushes the button the highest floor, knowing it to be his office. After all, my office is on the top floor too.

Her intuition turns out to be correct when the doors of the elevators open, revealing a waiting room, complete with black leather couches and a lovely secretary.

Holly walks out of the elevator and towards Jason’s office door, her black heels clicking behind her.

“I’m sorry Miss. Umm Miss,” the secretary warns her, but Holly is not listening as she gets closer towards the door.

“Miss, Miss! Mr. Yates does not want to be disturbed!”

“We’ll see about that,” says Holly as she bursts into the room. She walks up to Jason’s desk and turns his chair around so he can see her.

Jason has been so lost in thought that he hadn’t known that Holly had walked in until now, looking eye to eye with her. Her blonde hair is still a mess from their former activities, but there’s a fire in her eyes that Jason hasn’t seen before. Some all-consuming energy that captures him instantly and completely, losing all thought except for her. Her sexual energy is almost palpable in the air.

“Holly-” he starts out, but doesn’t get far.

“We are not over until I say we are over,” Holly growls, holding Jason’s wrist firmly on the chair handles as she slides up and into his lap. She leans down and whispers into his ear, “And it’s Miss Patton. Do you fucking understand me?”

A stunned Jason looks at Holly, unsure of what to do or say. He notices that her shirt has become undone again, her plump breasts just inches away from him. He looks up and sees that fire in her eyes again, and knows that he is a goner. “Yes, Miss. Patton,” he says, his words coming out in a hoarse moan.

“Good,” Holly says, authority dripping from her voice. “Very. Fucking. Good.”

Holly bends down and gives Jason an all-compromising kiss. He uses his tongue to battle her to reclaim his position of dominance, but Holly is taking no prisoners. She wins the fight and keeps his hands firmly in the arms of the chair as she rocks her hips again his, back and forth, back and forth; teasing the man out of his mind.

CHAPTER 4

They break apart for air as Jason tries to catch his breath, a task that is deemed impossible when he notices her breasts bouncing up and down in front of his face; toying with him, teasing him. He tries to catch one in his mouth but she moves just slightly out of his reach.

“Cruel bitch,” he mumbles in frustration, trying to feel one of those luscious tits in his mouth. He can see the little red marks he left before, and desperately strains to make more.

Holly stops her bouncing and. in one quick motion, slaps Jason across the face, leaving a small, red handprint.

“Don’t you ever call your Miss a bitch again. Do you understand me?”

Jason is too in shock to think. He doesn’t know what is confusing him more: his biggest rival slapping him in the face, or the erection the stinging slap has suddenly given him.

Jason takes too long to answer and Holly’s cruel palm hits him in the face again. This time, he moans.

“I said, do you understand me?” Holly growls.

“Yes…” he moans.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes miss,” Jason moans out as he feels her little hands squeeze his dick through the fabric of his pants. He wants her, he wants her more than anything. Slowly, he takes his right hand off of the armrest and touches the supple curve of her hip with it. Holly immediately stops all of her actions, releasing his dick from her hands. Jason cries out from the sudden disappearance of contact, only to be surprised again by Holly roughly taking his hand and pushing it back onto the armrest, her fingernails digging into his wrist. “You can only move when I say you can move, understand?”

“Yes miss,” Jason moans out, not caring anymore, only wanting her to touch him again.

Slowly, Holly begins to rock back and forth again, soon picking up speed as she hikes up her skirt more so that her bare pussy can get more contact with his clothed dick. Jason is becoming more and more frustrated by the tease of contact as well as the inviting pair of bountiful tits on his face that he can see, but couldn’t grab. Tempted as he is, he continues to keep his hands on the armrest.

Do you want to taste my tits?” Holly inquires, her voice young and husky.

“Yes miss,” Jason begs.

“How bad?”

“So sorry miss. So so bad.”

“Is that a fact?”

He knows she’s teasing him right now, but he doesn’t care. “Oh yes, Miss. I want to take them in my mouth and roll your nipples with my tongue until they’re hard. I want to suck on them and bury my face in them just to feel how fucking soft they are. Oh please, miss,” begs Jason.

“Well,” Holly begins, tapping a finger on her chin. “Since you asked ever so nicely,” she lowers herself so that Jason's face is buried in her tits. Getting his wish, Jason nuzzles his face into her tits, using his mouth to nibble and suck on every bit of soft, warm flesh within reach.

While Jason is burying himself in her cleavage, Holly unbuttons every single button of his shirt. Placing a hand on his stomach, feeling a full set of six pack abs. She traces each individual muscle, feeling the power in them that she won’t let him use, before moving to his pecs, and then to the muscles of his arms.

She can feel herself dampening the gray fabric of Jason’s pants. She needs a dick inside of her, right now.

Pulling her tits away from Jason, she does quick work of unbuckling his pants and unzipping them, pulling out the thing she desires the most: his long, thick, cock, the head already weeping with pre-cum. She leans down, and with her tongue she licks away the pre-cum, causing Jason to whip his head back in a moan, wanting more without getting it.

Finally, Holly positions her dripping pussy over Jason’s throbbing cock, moving her hips around in a circle to tease him. She can feel the head of his dick just barely brush against her tender pussy, feeling herself getting just as teased as he is.

“Do you want it, Jason?” she whispers in his ear, biting the earlobe softly.

“Yes, miss.”

‘How bad do you want it?”

“So, so wrong, miss.”

“Tell me exactly want you want, Jason,” she moans in his ear.

“I want you to fuck me, miss,” he begs, not knowing how much more of this teasing he can take.

“Good boy,” she coos, before slowly allowing herself to slide down onto his dick.

Both give out a loud moan of pleasure as she makes it all the way down his dick. Jason tries to move his dick, but Holly tells him to stop.

“I’m doing this,” she tells him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Holly pushes herself up until he is almost completely out of her, before sliding all the way back down again. She continues to do this, slowly at first but each time getting faster and faster as Holly fucks herself with the trapped man’s cock.

Jason holds onto the armrests for dear life as he feels her tight little pussy keep moving up and down his cock. Holly is also enjoying herself, feeling every single inch of Jason’s rock hard dick all over her tight little walls. Holly is screaming in pleasure, her orgasm getting closer and closer still. She leans down on his exposed neck and bites him, so hard that she is sure it will leave a mark. Have fun with that at the office, Holly smirks to herself. Jason is far from caring, so lost in the pleasure.

Soon Holly's thrusts become erratic, and she can feel her climax coming on. She is so close.

“I’m going to cum,” she tells him.

“I’m almost there too Miss, just stay with me,” Jason gasps.

“No, I’m going to cum now,” she tells him, the authority in her voice dripping like her pussy on his dick.

“Cum for me. Please, let me cum too, miss,” Jason begs, desperate underneath her.

“I don’t care!” Holly screams as her climax overtakes her, leaving Jason just on the edge but unable to cum.

The two of them stare at each other, trying to catch their breath from what had just happened. Jason is frustrated that he didn’t cum, but surprised by how close he came. Never in his life had he been the submissive one. Ever since he first began having sex, he had always been the dominant one. That was just how he had always been. But this woman, this Miss Holly Patton, took him utterly by surprise, leaving him helpless and horny.

Holly, on the other hand, is feeling neither weak nor horny. If fact, she is finally satisfied. Holly gets off Jason’s cock and stands up on wobbly heels. Carefully, she adjusts her skirt so it looks as neat as it was when she had first come into Yates Air. Then she begins to fix her hair and looks at her reflection in Jason’s computer screen.

Jason, however, is completely disheveled. His thick, black hair is completely out of place and is a total mess. He’s covered in sweat and bite marks that will surely be bright red and noticeable in a few hours. His expensive shirt is ripped apart, and his dick is still rock hard and in need of attention and some sweet release. Still, as he pants for the breath the action has taken from him, he looks helplessly up at Holly, hoping, praying even, that she will pity him and give him the thing that he is now craving for more than anything.