The days passed by, quickly. The day I was supposed to settle my own part of the deal drew nearer. I couldn't help but wish I wasn't in this position. If alone I had an understanding boss…'Oh no!'It's a Friday, my last day in his office, as his secretary. My very last day to have a will of my own! I knew it that after today, I'm fully sold out. Sold out by myself, to the ruthless billionaire!I wish I could turn back the hands of the clock, and perhaps rescued myself from this mess. Well, I wasn't actually regretting my decision. It was indeed the best thing to do, for my mum. But not for me. But anyways, I'm glad to do this!I was to begin being his mistress next week, but he insisted I moved into his place tomorrow, while I got ready for my job there. He also said that he would have to get me some new supplies, within the weekend.As the day went by, I counted down my freedom from days to hours and then perhaps, minutes. I had this feeling of being a lamb led to the slaughter, with
Night descended suddenly like a dark curtain. I couldn't help but think of tomorrow and what it may bring.I lay down on my soft bed, staring at the perfect white ceiling, probably for the very last time. I felt comfy in the softness of my bed for the last time too and I thought about so many things, the very last thoughts I might give them.I stayed there in bed, not minding the cold and storm raging from the outside. It didn't really matter to me right now.I moved my eyes away from the ceiling and surveyed the entirety of my earlier arranged, pink, medium-sized room, trying to find out if there's anything that's not in order. When I convinced myself that all things have been given their final touches, I closed my eyes and covered myself with my duvet, after I mumbled a few words of prayer. Morning rose quickly, I woke up lazily, stretching my weary arms and legs and yawning heavily, like a tired fellow. I sat down on my bed, wishing myself all the best for the day.I stood up as
I heard a knock on the door that jolted me out of my sleep. My sleepy head couldn't help but wonder who it could be. I took a few minutes to get a clearer view of the large darkly lit room. It just dawned on me that it wasn't my regular room. I was at my boss's house.Without wasting much time, I walked up to the door to see who it was that disturbed my peaceful sleep. I opened it gently and was greeted by a stunning view.My boss was looking so heavenly. So perfect, for me. He was putting on nothing, but casual boxers that did well to hold his large cock in place. His wide shoulders and well-built abs looked like those of someone that frequented the gym. I raised my eyes up to his face, to meet his deep brown eyes, that always gave me a sense of security. His hair looked quite tugged at, but it stood beautifully, anyway. His well-tanned skin, it glowed even in the darkness. I couldn't help drooling over him.I imagined how good it would feel, running my fingers through those wonder
"Stroke my dick gently, Alice!" He ordered.I did so without hesitation. I heard him groan in great pleasure, at the touch of his dick. I caressed its tip and then went down the shaft. His cock twitched under my arms. He moaned loudly."I want to fuck your mouth!" He howled.I opened my mouth and took his full length in slowly, after licking off the drops of precum at its pointed tip. He groaned louder, giving me the feeling that I'm on track. My saliva lubricated his cock and made it easier to get in. I could feel his cock twitched in my mouth, while I licked it. Soon, I was almost gagging, as it hit my throat."Fuck… heavens! Ohhh… Yeah! I want to cum!" He groaned, as I took him in.Soon after, he did cum and I swallowed his salty cum, just as he did mine earlier. He pulled out of me and leaned down, to give me a kiss. As we kissed, he tasted his cum in my mouth and it thrilled him so well. I could feel his cock falling teasingly on my clit, while we kissed. I desperately wanted
Bernard's POVSome years ago."How dare you? How dare you plan to get married to that fucking asshole?!" Mr Johnson Alexander, my father reprimanded, with an angry expression on his wrinkled face."I'm sorry dad, but I just have to. I love her so much. I can't imagine getting married to someone else!" I replied, innocently."Oh, I get it! I can see you must be going nuts. Of all the women in the world, you sheepishly chose this stupid idiot?! Are you out of your senses or something?" "No dad. I know what I want. Roseville is who I want and I don't mind going against your damn orders to make her mine!""What makes you think she's worth you? She's just like one of those peasants I spoonfed with not even up to one millionth of my wealth. Don't you have some self worth?""For all I know and care, I love Roseville and I won't mind making her mine. Say whatever you wish to. I don't really care!""Well, I can see you're well into her. In that case, you'll have to forfeit your share of my wea
"Welcome, Ben!" Roseville, my fiancée greeted me with a kiss, as she opened the door."Thanks dear." I replied, raspily, trying to look elsewhere than her face.The expression on my face wasn't thankful, though. If alone she knew what I had in mind, she would know it's no time to exchange pleasantries. I have also been here a couple of times, I needed not to familiarize myself with the environment. Not much had changed after all.She raised her gaze to my face and frowned. Placing a hand gently, on my shoulder, she said,"What's it with you? You don't seem alright. Please talk to me," She held onto my collar dearly, her eyes peering into mine, pleadingly."Can you at least usher in me?" I stated, rather huskily."Oh sorry Ben! I almost forgot. I was just too curious," she apologized and led me into the living room, holding me by my hand, as we walked."You may have a seat. Make yourself comfortable," she offered, with a smile."Thanks," I breathed.I sat down on the couch and she sat
"Hello mum!" I greeted, after picking up the call."Hi Ben! How've you been?" She replied, on the other end."Very well, mum. How about you?" I asked."I'm good, son." she answered.There were some seconds of silence on the other end. I wondered what momentarily took her attention away. Perhaps she had forgotten what to say."Hope everything is fine, mum?" I questioned, breaking the silence. "Yeah, Ben." She replied.She paused again for some seconds and said,"Ben, you spoke with your dad recently, huh?" She inquired."Yeah mum. I did speak with him today. Not quite long from now." I answered."Okay, son. And what did he say to you?""Mum, he refused to let me get married to Roseville, my fiancée," I heaved, gulping down the hitches on my throat."Why is that? What were his reasons?" She was too eager to find out."He mentioned that she was a pauper and hence isn't fit to be entangled with me!" I continued.I felt so unhappy saying this, knowing fully well that it was true what was
I stopped my car in front of mum's large house and alighted. Yes, it was mum's house. She owned it all to herself! Although my parents were not divorced, they lived separately. It was obvious that the idea of living together with mum, didn't really sit well with dad. He always had prejudiced views about women. To him, women were mere distractions, they were only meant to be fucked and nothing else! Too bad of him! Worst of all was, he loved clubbing, especially while he was younger. He was a fan of one night stands. I won't be too surprised to hear that I had a step brother or sister elsewhere I knew nothing about. He was such a fucking dick head!My mum told me everything. She told me how they met for the first time, at the club, where she worked as a stripper, at the time she was in dire need of money. He paid for her services and they spent the night together. He was gone early the next morning, after mistakenly leaving a bundle of cash and his business card behind.According to h