Taken by the Gang: The Billionaire's Assistant (3 page)

With that, he pushes me over until my cheek rests against the most amazing set of abs I’d ever had the pleasure of touching. His cock presses up against my chest, and I lift my head to enjoy the mountains of rippling pecs and shoulders that fill my vision. Beyond that, the slide of the Parisian bedroom calls to me. I close my eyes and dream that I’m there, being fucked by these beautiful men. I kiss the abs beneath me, feeling the muscles tremble against my lips. I reach out with my hands to feel the pecs in front of me, forgetting the instructions of my master.

He grabs my wrists tightly from behind me and holds them in place.

“You must like it when I spank you,” Alexander says. “Brad,” he says, speaking to the man beneath me, “take her wrists and hold her. She needs to know who’s in charge here.”

Brad dutifully obeys, and I am once again helplessly trapped in an erotic embrace.  It only spurs me on. I continue to kiss the hard stomach of my lover as he holds me against him.

“Oh, that feels nice, baby,” Brad moans, almost losing his grip on my wrists as he loses himself to the sensation of my soft lips. He brushes the hair away from my eyes, his fingertips sending small tingling sensations down my body.

Alexander runs his hands over my back for a moment, knowing he has control and can take all the time he wants. His hands brush gently, almost lovingly, against the place where he spanked me, as he admires the red mark that I’m sure he’s made there. Then, with a suddenness that shocks both me and Brad, Alexander leans into me, pressing my body down into Brad’s, pinning me between two hot, godlike bodies. Alexander’s cock once against threatens to penetrate me from behind, and I even try to push back against him—anything to get him inside me, where the growing fire of lust threatens to consume me completely. He wraps his arms around me and holds me up just enough so that he can take my breasts in his knowledgeable hands. For a moment he simply feels them in his hands, enjoying their weight while denying me satisfaction. He strong chest expands and contracts against me as he tries to control his heavy breathing. God, why won’t he just fuck me?

He takes my breasts and presses them together, wrapping them around Brad’s cock. Brad wastes no time and begins bucking his hips against us, fucking my tits. I watch his eyes close and his head drop back as ecstasy takes him, and I’m left to watch the slides on the wall flicker between scenes while my body is used for the pleasure of powerful men—a castle in Ireland, a desert oasis, the snowy peaks of the Alps. 

Alexander groans with pleasure as he holds my tits together and rubs his cock against my ass. “Think of all the places I can take you, Amanda,” he says, his voice deepening. “Think of everything I can show you.”

Brad moans beneath me, and I feel his cock twitch as he increases his pace.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” Alexander continues. “And I promise to claim you as my own every night for the rest of your life if you’ll have my baby.”

“Why me?” I ask, feeling the heat growing between my tits as Brad fucks them faster.

Alexander doesn’t answer but tightens his grip on my breasts, pressing them harder around Brad’s cock. He wants to make Brad cum faster, I realize.

It works. Brad’s face, now bright red from exertion and beaded with sweat, looks down at me. He grits his teeth as he approaches climax, his large hands tightening around my wrists. With a strange and frightening bellow he cums hard, and his warm jizz spills up my chest, chin, and cheek with a few drops landing on my lips and the rest on his perfect stomach. His body goes limp beneath me as his softening cock continues to drip cum for a few more moments.

Alexander pulls me upright and turns me to face him, my erect nipples brushing against his chest.

“Why you?” he says, smiling. “Well, to answer that I have a confession to make.” He bends over and lifts me in his arms, carrying me over to the floor-to-ceiling window, where the whole city is laid out below us. He lowers me to the soft cushion of the wide window seat and immediately mounts me, spreading my legs and pinning my hands back above my head.

“You see, baby—I’ve known about you for a while. Whenever I’d come to your office for my next big adventure, I would see you there, working tirelessly—that tight little body of yours so tense with stress. I wanted you from the moment I saw you—wanted to make you feel good.”

He lowers his body onto mine and kisses my lips hungrily, running his tongue over mine. He presses his cock against me, making it slide over my tender opening, but never penetrating.

“And now,” he says, breaking the kiss, “I want you to help me with my biggest adventure yet.” He lowers his head, takes one of my nipples in his mouth, and sucks hard, sending a jolt of electricity to my already aching pussy.

“I can take you away from all your disappointments, Amanda. Just give yourself to me completely,” he moans into my breast. “I know you want me. Your body is screaming for me.”

He’s right, of course. I can’t deny it. His promises should feel too good to be true, but after being unappreciated for so long, how can I pass up the opportunity to have this man’s baby and to live a life of luxurious adventure? I also know that my body won’t let me deny him. The deep, primal lust burning inside me needs to be sated. I want this perfect man to spill his cum inside me and own me completely. There is no more doubt.

“Fuck me,” I gasp, looking deeply into his eyes.

He reaches under me and pinches my ass, and I smile. “Fuck me, sir,” I try again.

He smiles back at me. “That’s my sexy little goddess.”

He hovers over me now, the light from the nighttime cityscape washing his muscles in cool blues and whites. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up. I wrap my thighs around his powerful waist, feeling the muscles in his ass tense with anticipation. The red tip of his cock slips down between my soaking pussy lips, and I try not to think about how huge it is. I don’t know if he’ll fit, but what I do know is that any pain will be worth it.

He presses into me, his rigid head parting me. I moan as I feel my pussy stretch and tighten around him, trying to accommodate his girth with every inch. Further and further he slides into me, but halfway down his length I’m too tight for him. I feel his pulse inside me as it throbs through the veins of his cock. His breathing intensifies, and his whole body trembles above me as he tries to hold back the urge to ravage me with all his might—but that’s exactly what I want him to do.

“Sir…please,” I beg. “Take me.” He opens his eyes, and their icy blue shine pierces me. He adjusts his knees and braces himself against the window seat.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, naughty girl,” he says with a smile. He releases my wrists and instead grips my hips as he plunges the rest of his cock deep inside me. White light fills my vision, and I’m momentarily deafened by the sound of our animalistic howls rising together and filling the room. The pain melts into impossible pleasure as he hits the core of me, every wonderful inch buried in the tight embrace of my pussy.

“Oh God, baby,” he growls, his whole body frozen against me as he holds me against him. “I’m going to cum so hard in you.”

He pulls out, pulling me with him a little as my pussy is unwilling to let him go so easily. He moans low and loud as I stroke him. With every throb of his member, I feel like I might faint from arousal. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tightly against his chest as he begins a fierce, manic thrusting. All hesitation and tenderness is gone now. He’s a wild alpha claiming his mate. I lose track of everything except the movement of our bodies as he pounds me mercilessly. He swivels his hips against me, rubbing my clit in just the right way as he fucks me. His muscles tense and relax at my touch, and all I can do is drag my nails down his powerful back and shoulders, marking him as my own.

“Tell me you want me to cum inside you,” he growls at me, just as it feels like his cock is growing even larger inside me with every stroke.

I lean and kiss him roughly, biting his lower lip as I pull away. “I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to have your baby!” I moan back.

Our shouts of ecstasy grow louder and louder, and I meet his thrusts stroke for stroke. He grabs my hair as I feel his cock twitch inside me, preparing to cum. My world goes black as the fire inside me washes over me like a wave and my whole body stiffens with orgasm. He pulls hard on my hair, making me gasp as he takes first one, then two slow, deliberate thrusts and spills his load deep in my warm, fertile pussy.

“How does it feel to be mine?” he growls through his teeth as I lose consciousness and slip into a lust-soaked dream.

****

I barely look anyone in the eyes as I come into the office the next day. I try my best to hide my slight limp. I’m still sore from the amazing fuck I had last night. I sit at my desk and my mind nervously begins thinking about the consequences. What if I really did get pregnant? Just then, my coworker comes by with the mail and without a word tosses a white envelope with my name on it on my computer keyboard.

Recognizing the handwriting from Alexander’s file, I tear into it. The only thing inside is a note attached to a plane ticket to Paris.

The note reads:

I told you I keep my promises, so meet me at the airport tomorrow morning. I'm taking you away from here.

P.S –Oh, and I’ll be bringing some old friends with me too.

My hands shake as I put the note back into the envelope, and it's all I can do not to smile from ear to ear.  Transatlantic adventures with Alex and
all
his friends?  Sign me the hell up.

THE END

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An excerpt from
Taken by the Gang: Bareback with the Billionaires

I can’t afford the cab fare, so I make sure to leave extra early to give myself time to walk there. As I approach the glowing blue sign of the Subzero Lounge, I see a smartly dressed doorman out front. Instead of holding the door open for me, though, he looks critically at me and in the next instant is undressing me with his eyes. I know my form-fitting black dress is a little too short. I’m taller than my roommate by a good bit, and I have better hips.

“Your name, madam?” he asks me finally.

“Um, Chisolm. Alison Chisolm.”

He glances briefly at a clipboard hanging nearby, holds open the door, and nods his head to indicate I should enter.

“Head straight back,” he instructs. “Behind a black curtain you’ll find a door. Just go right in. Mr. Castor is expecting you.”

Everything about the place screams of money. Old money, too. The flawlessly dressed men at the dimly lit tables barely acknowledge me, but I can scarcely keep my eyes off them as they enjoy sophisticated cocktails. What light there is reflects perfectly off gold watchbands and platinum cufflinks. I can’t afford to step into this place, much less order anything. I’m getting nervous now. What is this all about?

I reach the curtain and slowly pull it aside to reveal the door. My hand shaking, I turn the decorative brass knob and step slowly into a small, circular room.

A low fire burns in the curve of the wall at one end, but other than that the walls are devoid of much decoration beyond the warm red-and-brown wallpaper. The firelight reflects off the piercing eyes of a handsome man seated alone in a wide, comfortable lounge chair at the opposite end of the room.

He’s dressed in a sharp suit and his hair is meticulously combed back. His strong jaw and unflinching gaze speak of intelligence, while his broad shoulders and relaxed posture tell me he’s confident and strong.

“Please, come in,” he says. His voice is low, almost languid. I take a few steps farther into the room but can’t manage to say anything. The door closes softly behind me. We’re alone.

“Have a seat,” he says. I look around but see no other chair. It’s then that I notice he’s shifted in his large lounge chair to make just barely enough room to sit down beside him. The situation is so surreal and strange that while I feel nervous, a tinge of excitement runs through me as well. It has been so long since I’ve enjoyed the company of a man that the opportunity to be near such a handsome and clearly powerful one makes me throw my usual caution to the wind.

As I sink into the soft leather cushion, I pull down on my skirt to keep it from riding too high. I catch the stranger smiling at my attempts at modesty.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Alison,” he says, extending his arm across the back of the chair and lifting up a glass of red wine. He offers it to me.

I hesitate.

“Don’t worry, Alison—all expenses paid.”

I take it from him, feeling almost hypnotized by his voice and the warm firelight. As his knee brushes up against mine, I suddenly find my voice. “Excuse me, um…but what’s this all about?”

He chuckles softly. “So polite. You’re a breath of fresh air.”

I sit in silence, very tense beside his relaxed pose. It would almost be comical if it wasn’t so surreal.

“Alison, I couldn’t help but overhear that you’ve been having some financial troubles.” I try to interject, but he continues, “Now, let me finish. I’m famous for my various successful business ventures, but I dabble in a few other things. Higher education being one.” He leans in a little closer. I can smell the heady aroma of expensive cologne.

“You see, Alison, I’m not ashamed to admit that a man like me can have whomever he wants. But the women I encounter in my particular line of work just aren’t my type. Beautiful, but fake and often stupid. But not you, Alison. You’re the whole package. Stunning good looks, intelligence, and a certain…innocence that I find hard to resist.”

I’m hearing every word but having a hard time figuring out where he’s going with this.

“I’m sorry, Mr. — “

“Call me Daniel.”

“Daniel. I’m sorry. If this a job offer or something, I really appreciate it, but I don’t think you can help me. I only have until Friday, and a secretary position isn’t going to pay enough in time.”

His head falls back and a musical laugh spills into the room. It takes him a while to catch his breath. I’m not sure what’s so funny but I smile, trying to be polite.

Daniel finally relaxes and, to my surprise, moves one hand to rest on my exposed knee. The warmth from his fingertips tingles up my thigh. I don’t move—mostly because I'm paralyzed by shock at his touch but also because… somehow… I like how it feels. Slowly, while brushing his fingers to and fro, he moves his hand up my leg and slips one finger just barely below the bottom seam of my dress.

I look up to find his lips mere inches from mine; his eyes take hold of me and don’t let go.

“I’ve got a much, much sweeter offer for you, Alison. I guarantee you won’t refuse me. No one can.” His lips just barely miss mine as he tilts his head at the last moment and plants a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek.

My mind is racing at a million miles an hour. “Daniel…I…”

“You’ll listen to my offer and love it,” he says with a wicked smile that sends another shiver up my spine.

He leans back again, and I can take a much-needed breath. His hand remains on my thigh, massaging it lightly, distracting me from…what, exactly, I don’t know.

“I don’t mince words, Alison,” he starts. “I need you to satisfy the lust of not only me, but my colleagues. These are powerful men, Alison, but they all have one thing in common—they like having their way with innocent young things like you. We will make it worth your while…

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