ROMANCE: Bear Naked Passion (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 2) (15 page)

Chapter 4

I had no will of my own and the only thing that mattered was the pleasures that he was going to be able to give me on such short notice. He reached for a pair of scissors and then he sliced the fabric of my bikini top without even bothering to take it down by the straps or undo it from the back. He was about to do the same thing with my panties, when he got this evil glint in his eye. He moved in for the kill and he pulled at the strings that were keeping it intact. Those two bows came loose and it exposed my naked mound to his ravenous gaze.

“I have to tell you, Gail that I have not met another woman like you the entire time that we have been separated. I’ve needed the extra bit, but I never found the one that was appealing. I thought that I needed the conventional Barbie doll and that was the reason why I went back to Samantha. I didn’t know that I could have this and be happy with the type of woman that you are. I now know that I could not only be happy, but I would be out of my freaking mind with pleasure that I was in your presence.” He was staring at my mound and not even giving me the respect of looking me in the eye. He took out these chains and seeing that I had a four-poster bed, it didn’t take all that much for him to relieve me of my freedom. He slapped my ass over and over again, before finally chaining me by the ankles.

Both of my arms were now stretched and my legs were spread with those chains keeping me exactly where he wanted me. There was no denying that I loved this type of stuff and even though I hadn’t done it in some time, it was like riding a bicycle. He circled me with these two metal prongs swinging freely in his hand. I knew exactly what they were for. He attached them lightly to my nipples, but first he slapped my tits to make them harder than stone. I heard the crack and I made a wince, but I made no sound to indicate that I was in any pain.

“I see that your lessons are still right there and you haven’t forgotten your manners.” I was well aware of the rules and if I were to say anything or scream in anyway, I would be punished. He turned the screws on those nipple clamps and they got tighter and tighter, until I thought that I was going to well up in tears. It was then that they became numb and with slight pulls of the chain that was attached to them, he could elicit my body to squirm along the fabric of the sheets.

His naked body was on display and I wanted nothing more than to have him fuck me until I was cross-eyed and couldn’t even move anymore. “Please, I...I need it badly Matt. Sorry that I tried to keep you at arm’s length and that was wrong.” My pleading and begging was met with a caustic laugh of derision. “I don’t know what you want me to say, except that I want you.” He turned abruptly and he came over and moved, so that he was in between those chains. My legs were spread obscenely and I thought for sure that I was going to break like a wishbone.

My thighs were plastered against the bed and his mouth was now touching my pussy and giving me a jolt of adrenaline that caused me to pull at those chains. You could hear the jangling and that feeling of submission took me back to a time where Matt had shown me this whole thing for the first time. I will admit that his work this time was more confident and less awkward. He didn’t seem to have any problem taking me to that pleasing abyss and then pulling it right back before I was able to reach that moment of truth.

He then produced a vibrator and turned it on. I could hear the incessant buzzing, until he touched it to my clit and I thought that my whole world was going to come crashing down around me. I arched up to meet him and I moaned “Yes… right the fuck there.” I did my best not to feel too overwhelmed, but there was no telling when he was going to touch me with that thing again. Every few minutes, he would hit me with it one more time.

The last time was the worst and the best, because he lingered and moved it around my clit in a circle. “Your body is mine and your orgasm is mine and you’re not to have one, until I give you my express permission.” This was a little different than the first time we did this and I got this funny feeling like I wasn’t the only one that has enjoyed this particular kind of play.” His body was still a work of art and he had been shaving his chest to give it that nice smooth feeling and look.

He was in between my legs with that toy still in his hand buzzing and then he was slapping at my clit with his cock head and leaving a product of his own excitement behind. He was harder than I’d ever seen him and that vein looked angry and ready to take out its frustrations within my body.

“Gail, I hope that you are ready for this. I can’t promise you that I’m going to be nice and it’s more than possible that I’m going to take great pleasure in fucking you, until you can’t think straight.” I liked the sound of that and there was a moment there that I thought I heard something, but it must’ve been just the wind. I looked over at the window and saw that it was open and that there was a considerable breeze outside buffeting against the trees.

He dragged his cock head down along my wetness and he touched it to the opening, before applying enough pressure to give me no choice, but to allow him entry. He pushed and half of his magnificent piece found its way home again. We were both looking at each other like we couldn’t believe that this was really happening again.

“Matt, I forgot how much I missed this.” I’d never been into white guys before, but he was the only one that had turned my head.

“I’m glad to see that being rich hasn’t changed you any, Gail. You’re still the beautiful woman and I mean of all the woman that I had known my entire life.” That was a bit of an exaggeration, but I understood the meaning behind his words. “I just can’t get over how your pussy is strangling me and making it very difficult for me to fuck you the proper way.” I felt my breath come out of me in one loud gasp, as he pushed the rest of his cock into me. I wrapped around him in a tight vise and I was never going to let go.

“Don’t make me wait for it.” That was part of the act and he was now holding completely still with every single inch of himself buried to the hilt. There was nothing left and it must’ve been very difficult for him to stay like that. He did it because he knew that it would drive me crazy and I was trying to move against him, only to feel that the chains were keeping me from doing anything, but lying there.

“You know that I like to play and part of that play comes a certain teasing and intense anticipation. I could easily just take it out and walk away and not see you until morning. You would be climbing the walls and waiting for my return, but I don’t think that I can do that to either you or to me.” He pulled out, until the head came out and then he pushed back in and made my lips flutter open to take him all the way in for that one long ride to the finish line.

“I’m so glad that you said that and I don’t know if I could take something like that.” His long strokes turned into shallow ones and before long, he was humping me with such a vengeance and determination that I thought for sure that the bed springs were going to give out underneath the weight of it all. Thankfully, it was well prepared and this was a bed that was custom made to take a pounding. Each time that Jasper gave me his cock, he was not exactly in it for my pleasure.

This time, I thought that I was going to be on the receiving end of something similar, but it turned out to be a little different. He stopped and applied his thumb to my little friend. The tiny bud emerged and he was right there to capture it between two fingers. He squeezed with the intent purpose of making me scream in joy. It didn’t take much and I let out a cacophony of sounds that probably echoed down the street. I could only hope that if people did hear me, as they were jogging by that they would believe that I was giving in to my desire to have a bit of pleasure on my own.

“That’s it, Gail, you know that you have one in there and I want it.” He was giving me full strokes and his body was literally bouncing up and down on me. “There it is… I can feel it coming.” I don’t know how he knew, but each time that I was close, he would be right there to feed it what it needed the most. His love muscle left me breathless and then my mind was awash with a certain pleasure that I hadn’t felt in five years.

“Oh my god that…that….that’s fucking amazing.” I was shaking and my eyes were blurred, but I had a semblance of somebody standing at the doorway. When I finally came down from that post orgasmic moment, I was staring into the eyes of my husband. He didn’t say anything and he stood there with his arms crossed, until he finally turned around and walked out the door.

“This is it… here it comes.” I should’ve been angry at myself, but I didn’t feel anything at all. It was like seeing him finding me in this way had been almost inevitable from the moment that we married. It took the streams of love juice that were now connecting me and my former lover together. That finally sealed the deal. Our marriage was over and I would not have the money or the prestige to go along with it anymore.

As Matt pulled out, I felt him dribbling down my crack and then he kissed me “I think we both know that we belong together and I saw the look on your husband’s face in the mirror over the bed. He’s never gonna want you back and I hope that he never forgives you, because I’m going to take you away from all this and give you what you want the most. You’re going to have a life full of love and variety, because I want you to have all of that and so much more.

I did leave with him and I could’ve fought the divorce and got half of his stuff, but I didn’t feel like a long courtroom battle was the right thing to do. We agreed on a hefty sum and then we separated with him feeling that somebody had punched him in the gut. I was feeling a little different. I didn’t feel good about it, but I needed something to come along to make me walk away. Matt had done that and now we were together. Matt and I both looked back at this time as something that was meant to be and we couldn’t fight it, even if we wanted to.

THE END

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Hot Date with the Boss

Hot Date with the Boss

Chapter 1

Taylor Washington was silently cursing herself as she pulled over to the side of the road.

“Great. Just great,”
she thought as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She sighed as she looked at the smoking hood of her car, wondering what she was supposed to do. It was her first day on a new job. She had absolutely no idea what to expect, and the fact that her car was acting up was not a very good way of starting the day. She reached for her phone and stared at it, wondering what she should do first.

“
Uber, Triple A… Uber, Triple A…”
She sighed.
“Uber. Definitely Uber.”
She finally decided as she launched the Uber app. She then called Triple A and gave them her location.

She was starting her new job as Zachary Cohen’s personal secretary. It had been almost an entire week since she found out that she was going to be working for Zachary Cohen, the biggest deal since…. sliced bread, probably. Zachary Cohen was every woman’s dream. He was a well-toned, muscular, dark-haired man who, for the longest time, people had known as the face of Cohen Consolidated. The company was involved in almost every industry in Atlanta. Cohen Consolidated was involved in the entertainment, advertising, and media industry in at least twenty states. Apart from that, Cohen Consolidated was a familiar name in the Middle East, where Zachary had invested in various oil companies and airlines.

She had been waiting for almost fifteen minutes before the Triple A truck finally arrived, and lucky too, because it was just seconds before her Uber.

“So how does this work, exactly?” she asked the Triple A driver as she signed the paperwork.

“We will take the car down to the shop and you will pick it up from there,” the driver said. “Haven’t you ever called Triple A before?” he asked, raising an eyebrow over the other.

“No, I never had a reason to,” Taylor started. “I just got this car a few months ago.”

“Virgin,” the driver said, smiling.

“Excuse me?” Taylor almost slapped him.

“No, don’t get me wrong. I mean that this is a first for you,” the driver corrected himself quickly. She forced out an embarrassed smile. “The car should be ready in a few days. Five max.”

“Thanks for coming so fast,” she said, before she walked to the Uber. She could almost feel the driver’s eyes on her as she walked, thanks to the lace burgundy pencil dress she had on that hugged her hips perfectly. She climbed into the Uber and smiled at the driver. “Cohen Consolidated,” she said, as she strapped herself in.

When she finally got to the Cohen Consolidated, she stared up the building. For a minute, she felt like Maria in that scene where she first saw the von Trapp mansion. It was definitely so much bigger than she thought it would be. She took a long, deep breath and walked in. She had to first make her way to the fourth floor so that she could clear the logistics with Human Resources.

When she got there, she looked at a slim red-haired man in a seemingly small office.

“Hi,” she said in a soft voice. “Simon, is it?” she asked as she looked at the name plaque on his desk.

“Yes, it is. And hello, yourself,” the man said in a suggestive tone. “Those shoes are fierce.”

A smiled played on Taylor’s lips. Suddenly the blue plaid skinny pants he had on made sense.

“Thanks,” she said as she waked towards his desk. “Taylor Washington. I’m here for Zachary Cohen. I am the new secretary.”

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled at her.

“Really?” he asked as he pulled his chair back and pulled one of the drawers on his desk. “You are lucky number three,” he added as he handed her a file he had pulled from the drawers. “I will need your John Hancock right here. It’s your official contract.”

Taylor looked at him and then signed at the bottom of the page.

“I want to say thanks for everything but I am a little skeptical,” she said as she looked at him. “Lucky number three?” she asked shaking her head and Simon nodded.

“Yeah. There have been two other secretaries before you,” he said.

“Why?” she didn’t understand what all this was about.

“Now, there is one thing you have to understand, Taylor,” the man told her as he looked into her eyes intently. “Mr. Cohen can be a little hard to please.”

“Hard to please?” she repeated in a low tone.

“Let’s just say that you will be the third secretary he’s had this year,” Simon said.

“Third? July just began,” she said.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Simon said, rolling his eyes. “But like I said, Mr. Cohen is hard to please.”

“So he fired the other two?” she asked in a low tone. Simon looked at her as he led her out of the office.

“Don’t be silly. No one was fired. They were just reassigned,” he said. They were now standing outside the elevator, waiting for its doors to open. “It’s easier that way. Less dramatic and definitely a smart financial move,” he added as they stepped into the elevator.

“What does reassigning them have to do with finances?” Taylor asked.

“Well, the company doesn’t get sued since it is simply just moving someone to a new department,” he explained. “Wrongful termination does not apply.” He smiled at her.

Taylor took a long deep breath as the elevator doors opened. She looked at Simon and smiled.

“Well, I need this job, so there is no way I am leaving unless I am damn well and ready to do so,” she said, before she walked out of the elevator. Simon put his hand on the elevator door keeping it from closing and smiled proudly.

“You go, girl!” she heard him call out as she walked towards her new desk. The thirty-seventh floor was very much unlike the second floor where Simon had been situated. The view was better, the furniture was classier, and hell, even the air smelled a little fresher. She put her purse down on her new desk and looked around the place.

“I could get used to this,” she said to no one in particular, as she scanned the larger than life office. She had only been a personal secretary to one other person and his office space was not nearly as big as this. This… this was a whole new world. She then slowly made her way into Zachary’s office. She could not help but feel like she was standing in Harvey Specter’s office. Everything from the view of the beautiful city below and the half dozen autographed baseballs on his desk. There were personalized mugs lining one wall that had Zachary pictured with various celebrities.

“I could definitely get used to this,” she said again as she looked around.

“Get used to what?” she heard a male voice behind her making her gasp silently. She turned around and came face-to-face with her new boss, Zachary Cohen.
The
Zachary Cohen.

‘Mr. Cohen, sir,” she started, as she wondered if walking out of the office at that moment was a good idea. “I literally just walked in a couple of minutes ago.”

Zachary walked towards her and put his iPad on his desk.

“There is no problem with getting yourself acquainted with the new premises,” he said and she nodded. He turned around and looked at her. “Do you mind if I get you started with a few tasks?”

“I am here for anything and everything you need, Mr. Cohen,” she said with a smile.

“Good. I will email you a list of all my contacts and then I need you to make a call to my Dubai offices and set up a conference call for 11:00 am. Afterwards, I would like you to call the London office and tell them I will be sending an envoy tomorrow. I cannot make the meeting.” He walked around and took a seat. “And I like my coffee strong and black,” he added as he looked at her.

“Right away,” she said before she walked out of his office.

She could feel him looking at her as she walked away. And even though she hated to admit it, she liked it. But at the back of her mind, she could not help but wonder if she was just another secretary that he was but to fire.

“I really need this job. I really, really don’t want to mess this up,”
she thought as she got started on his coffee.