Fool Like You (4 page)

I bend
forward and pull his loose tie aggressively toward me, his neck aching as he
adjusts his neck to the movement. I can see his eyes saying,
‘
What
the hell!
”

As his
fresh and clean breath closes on me, I push his fingers away. He gets the
message and stares at me with a rectangular gaze; from one eye to another to my
lips and then back again. It
’
s as if he wants to read my
face eagerly. Then he smirks in his own arrogant way.

“
You
want more
…”
he says as a matter of fact. He sounds
impressed and satisfied.

I am
burning here as I have pushed his hands away. He has to act fast or I will
weaken and push his fingers back in me and just enjoy this orgasm without
getting
all
that I want from the billionaire bastard.

But I
am not going for his teasing methods anymore. Forget about pulling him from the
tie. I pull his shirt in my fists and clutch his lips roughly against mine. He
tastes so good I can
’
t stop myself from biting on
his lower lip. He holds my head with his hands roughly as his sucks on my
tongue. Now this sends me to the moon. I start undoing his belt immediately.

“
Yes. I
want more,
”
I give his lips access my neck and whisper in
his ear,
“
You better finish what you started.
”

He
pushes me slightly away, his eyes staring at my breasts, and then he rips my
blouse open. He is not playing slow anymore. I think I got him to lose a bit of
control. He cups my breasts roughly it hurts but it feels good too. The
pleasure of his animalistic touch is sending surges of lightning through my
body. I can
’
t wait until I finish unbuckling him. I zip up
his pants and pull his hard length in my hand. I pleasure myself with looking
at it for a moment, rubbing and squeezing it. It pulses against my palm as I
hear him moan. This sound coming from him elevates my lust for him. He pulls my
skirt up my thighs, and grips my hands and pushes me back onto the table. With
my ankles in his hands, my shoes still on, I feel his unapologetic thrust of
his member inside me.

“
Fuck,
”
I
scream while his hips slam against me. Now, I am losing all control, moaning
and screaming, grabbing for his firm arms as he pushes like an animal.

“
Enjoy
the fuck of your life,
”
He pants with pleasure.

Bastard.
Fucker. Arrogant.
But I can
’
t
resist the dog.

I have
never enjoyed a cock inside me like this before, feeling exposed to feelings I
only read about in erotic novels.

“
Harder,
”
I
scream at him.
“
That
’
s not
good enough,
”
I tease him between shattered breathes.

Finally,
the anger on his face shows as his brows tightens.
“
Teasing
bitch,
”
he
growls as he and pulled out.

What? I
was just about to come. This is the second time I am so close to it. Was he
going to leave me like that as punishment for teasing him?

He
grabs my arms, yanks me off the table, and kisses me like his life depends on
it. In my dizziness, I am moved by his arm until he plasters me to the wall,
lifting my hands up and entering my core again. The coldness of the wall kisses
my cheeks as I was stuck between his thrusts and it. Still, my body is on fire
as he slapped me hard from behind.

“
You
like that now?
”
He snarls.

“
Yes.
Damn. Yes.
”
I pound the wall with my palms.

“
Not the
answer I like to hear, Alice,
”
he says.

“
As you
wish,
”
I
answer without even thinking. All I can think about is how hard I will come.
How much I can enjoy it.

“
That
’
s
right,
”
He
takes my earlobe between his teeth.
“
How hard
to you want to come, Alice?
”
He pants like a dog, but very
much in control. I am the one who thinks that if I don
’
t come
soon enough I will faint. My nipples start to hurt against the cold wall. I don
’
t think
I can stand on my shivering legs any longer.

“
Shut
up, and fuck me!
”
I scream, thinking this is my
last breath before I lose my voice from the pleasure.

Then
the bastard slows down,
“
Please,
”
he
whispers in my ear. It confuses me that he says that for a moment before he
continues,
“
Say
‘
Please
fuck me, Mr Dyer
’”
he follows.
“
or I
’
ll let
you suck my cock and gag on it so hard until you can
’
t speak
anymore.
”
He
hisses playfully.

“
Yes
…
fuck
…
please
fuck me
, make me come.
”
I cry out, my entire body
quakes from the orgasm that rushes through my body so hard I gasp for air with
an open mouth. He doesn
’
t pull out until I enjoy every
bit of the orgasm. I feel as he is watching in enjoyment as I do. Once it
subsides, he turns me around and kisses me. My hand lost in his hair, grabbing
at it as our tongues battle with lust and hate. My hand strokes his throbbing
erection as he groans in my mouth.

I pull
back and slap him on the face.
“
Do you want to come so hard you
can
’
t stand
on your feet anymore?
”
I growl, still catching my
breath. His eyes widen at my attitude but his mouth curves up, unable to hide
his amusement.
“
That
’
s
right,
”
I
smirk, and go down on my knees, taking his entire cock in my mouth. His body
shivers and lets out sounds like I did; groans of pleasure mixed with surprise.
I try to take his length as deep as I can in my throat, gripping his hands
tightly so I stay n control. When I look up to him, his head is pushed back,
looking up at the ceiling enjoying the my mouth down here.

“
Look at
me,
”
I
demand from down here. He bows his head down, surprised again by assertiveness.
I am sure he thinks it
’
s just cute and such, but I am
going to get this man out of control.

“
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
”
he shouts as his cock pulses
in my mouth. My eye contact makes him finally give in and lose control. I dare
his eyes as I swallow every drop, licking some from my lips too. I have never
swallowed anyone
’
s drops, but I couldn
’
t help
but show him what I can do to him.

“
Blow of
your life, eh?
”
I sneer at him as he falls back on the chair,
breathless, still looking at me, amazed. I pull the front of my torn shirt
together, then pull my skirt down, rearranging my cloths.

“
Better
get yourself together,
”
I say.
“
We have
a meeting in an hour. The real one, not the fake one!
”
I
pretend that I am strong and let my shaky legs walk me out. I dress up and I
dash into my private room
–
which has and internal door
directly from his office
–
without no one seeing me and
lock the door behind me. If he comes knocking
–
which
is unlikely
–
I will pretend that I am not here.

Calmer,
I take my breath, not knowing what really happened again. Every scene of the
memory playing again in front of my eyes, and it sends different emotions to my
face, loathing him for a moment and lusting him for another. I sit on my desk,
holding head with my shaky hands, wondering if I should check my face on the
mirror in my private bathroom in my office. I am sure that the reflection of
the woman staring back at me now isn
’
t
really the me I thought I was yesterday.

5

Sebastian
Dyer

Holy
fuck. What was that? How did I lose control like that? The elevator, and then
in the conference room? I mean I had sex in much worse locations. But this isn
’
t about
having sex. It
’
s about losing control when she is around. This
is not me. I am fucking Sebastian Dyer. I never lose control. Not only do I
control my business, a big potion of this city, and the people around me. I own
everything I lay my hands on.

But
when it comes to Alice, it
’
s like she has a voodoo spell
on me. I don
’
t believe in fairy tales but can she be some
sort of a witch? Because frankly I am screwed. Since she has been working for
me, I can
’
t stop thinking about her. I can
’
t stop
fantasizing about her. How can
’
t I stop fantasizing about some
I don
’
t like,
I don
’
t want,
and nearly hate? She is one of the biggest bitches I have ever met. She totally
gets on my nerves. No one has ever been able to push my buttons like her.

Who the
fuck does she think she is?

I have
accomplished everything a man dreams of and I am only twenty nine years old.
Still, I can
’
t control my dick when she is around. If I will
have to live with continues hardened dick for her, I am going to die soon. I
mean I own everybody around me.
Own them!
But it seems like my dick owns
me now. And that
’
s because of her.

I
should have known when I woke up this morning, having been fantasizing about
her since the first day she set foot in my office. I don
’
t even
know why I gave her the job. She is definitely qualified. Hell, overqualified.
She is hardworking, a fast learner, smart, presentable, and loyal. No sane
businessman wouldn
’
t want to have her in his
staff. But since when do I give a shit?

I hated
her the first moment I saw her. I couldn
’
t stand
her. Still can
’
t. It
’
s as if
she sees through me, as if I walk naked before her. I hate that bitch. 

I
shouldn
’
t have
come to work today. Everyday, I try my best to push her away. I treat her like
trash. I yell at her. Taunt her. Tell her she is doing a bad job and embarrass
her, but she still won
’
t go away. And I can
’
t
ignore her. She is in my fucking head. Her scent in my nostrils. Her lips so
eatable.

I
couldn
’
t help
myself in the elevator. I have always wanted to do this. She tastes so nice.
Well, nice is not the word. She tastes good and provocative in an addicting
way, an opium or a sweet drug.

I tried
to be mean to her. When I demanded she takes off her clothes, I was secretly
trying to irk her away. Maybe she would cry and resign the job and leave me be.

But no,
she dared me. She came closer, and it was killing me. I tried to humiliate her
by ignoring her, pretending to be working after she started to take off her
cloths. Still, it didn
’
t work.

Even
though I played aloof, my damn body took over, yearning for that perfect ass,
for those breasts, and for that thing that I can
’
t
describe about her that makes me want to fuck everyday of my life.

Her
lips taste of sweet dreams, and it makes it harder for me to stop my body from
moving on its own volition.

I threw
her on the table, begging her with my eyes to stop me, to oppose me, to scream
and cause a scandal, and maybe leave me be forever. But she didn
’
t as I
ripped her expensive panties. I like her taste in cloths. I like how she wears
sexy stuff underneath her work cloths. And I still keep her panties with me as
I was hexed by them.

When
she slid my fingers inside her, the sound of her pleasure was killing me. I
wanted to be inside her immediately. I was never like that. I used to tease and
slow burn a woman
’
s desire for me until she is
almost hypnotized by her need for me to enter her.

The
trouble with Alice is that she follows her instincts when she needs to, and she
takes no prisoners. The way she pulled me from my tie made yearn for her. The
way she bit my lower lips and reached for my belt. I never met someone like her
who goes for what she wants when she wants.

When I
entered her she was tight and enjoyed her immensely that I was afraid that if I
didn
’
t come
I will not be able to stop and die fucking her. The truth is that I felt as if 
possessed by her as if I was fucking her out of my system, to kill my desire
fore her. But it didn
’
t work. The more I pounded in
and out the more I felt that I want to be doing this for a long time in the
future. And it bothered me to feel that way because I never do. It was a new
feeling for me.

When I
taunted her, she mocked me. When I pushed the limits, she opposed me. When I
kissed her, she kissed me back, biting my lower lip. When I made her come hard
and beg for it, she made me come harder and made beg for it too.

She
makes me feel I want to own her. I want to erase every other man she
’
s ever
knew from her memory. I want to kill every other man who has ever laid his
hands on her.

So I
thrust into her, harder, purging myself of needing her, wanting to own her,
even if fucking her so hard ended up killing me. When she moaned, I enjoyed it
more, and hated myself for that. Making her feel like that made feel like the
king of New York. Hell. The king of the universe. I could feel her muscles
clenching around me, threatening me that if I dare pull out she will turn my life
to hell. The bitch couldn
’
t get enough, pulling closer as
if I was never close and inside enough.

I
looked powerful and in control, cornering her to against the wall, but the
truth was that I was helpless, unable to control my body that longed for her.

I felt
her orgasm and loved it. Never have I cared for a woman
’
s
orgasm before. Never did I want to be sure she get the best of it. Then when
her hot mouth enveloped me, I was at the zenith of my orgasm. I thought a chunk
of my inside was going to spurt out of my body from the pleasure.

Now,
replaying the scene in my mind reminding me of my Mr Dick that is still hard as
stone. I pick up the phone and sweet talk one of my other lady friends. This is
what I always do when I feel horny. I can ask any woman I know to come over to
my mansion when I feel like it, and they are more than happy to come over. We
talk a little, drink some wine, and I get that release out of my cock by have
the best sex.

What
would stop me tonight from doing this? Fuck that bitch, Alice. Does she think
she can control me? I am my own master and no woman has such power over me.

I take
a shower, waiting for the girl I called to come over. I even prepare some food
since I like to cook to stop thinking about my hard-on. The girl coming over is
a super model I met in Czechoslovakia last month. She is twenty four, three
years older that Alice. Men die to have her blow them a kiss from her hand. I
fucked her twice before and today is going to be her lucky third.

After
Eva and I have dinner, we go back to my bedroom. She starts kissing me, and I
kiss her back, neglecting that I don
’
t
really like the taste of her mouth tonight. I assume I need to skip the
foreplay and get into banging right away to release my aching throb in my
member. She complies and takes off her cloths. See? That is how woman obey when
I demand something.

When
she pulls out my cock to suck it, my hard on is gone. I try my best to bring it
back but I fail.
What the fuck? What
’
s wrong
with my dick? Wasn
’
t hard and throbbing the past
two hours? What happened?

It
’
s that
moment when my hate and loathe for Alice increases more and more. It
’
s as if
she really has a spell on me. Since my body tasted her this morning, it only
wants her gain.

Help.
Me. God.

I walk
Eva to the door and go back to sleep, unbeknownst of what tomorrow has for me.