His Deepest Desire (BBW Domination Billionaire Erotica) (3 page)

He kissed me again, our tongues laced around each other. His skill was unimaginable, and he climbed back off the desk to eat me out again. His finger joined in union with his tongue, pushing into me as he forced his tongue against my clit, and I could feel myself grow wetter every second.

As my moans grew in intensity, he slowed, coaxing them out of me. I groaned, not wanting to play games.

“Why are you...” I breathed, “slowing down...?”

“You don’t want me to draw this out?” he whispered.

“I--I don’t know..” I felt my mind sear open, and the pleasure became almost incomprehensible.

He pulled me back a little, letting my ass hang off the desk. He spanked it,
Twhack! Twhack!
shaking my entire body against the force of his hand. I moaned louder, the sting delicious.

“You like that?”

“Yes, again.”

“Good,” he spanked me again
Twhack!
“Now it’s my turn.” He stood up, the cliff of an orgasm denied to me. Sexual frustration exploded over me, and I sat up, glaring at him. He unbuckled his pants and released his cock, its hard girth already ready. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip of it, and I gave him a hungry look.

“Take it, what did I say?” he said, “I hope I don’t have to repeat myself...”

“You don’t... Mr. Reeves.” I said, hopping off the desk and kneeling in front of him. I took the cock in my hand, giving it a slap against his stomach before squeezing it off. He moaned, eager for more.

“You like
that?
” I teased. He nodded, slow and deliberate. I could feel the intensity in his eyes.

I ran my fingers over the head of his cock, the pre-cum slathering itself over his shaft. He groaned, and I looked at him again, admiring his masculine beauty.

I gripped the base of his hard member, lightly licking the tip of it, carefully twisting my tongue over the head of it, giving extra attention to the underside. He moaned, moving his hand to squeeze the back of my head.

I stopped him, pushing his hand away. “No.” He tried his best to hold his hands still, by gripping the desk underneath him.

I pushed my mouth over the cock, sucking on it loudly. I was careful to soak the whole thing in my saliva, knowing that it was going inside me soon enough, and I wouldn’t want any complications.

Not that it was going to be a problem. I could feel my own wetness slicking my thighs.

He thrust his hips against my face, unable to control himself. I braced myself, placing my tongue at the tip and letting him glide it over it, each pass and pull making his breathing louder and louder.

“Ugh!” He said, pulling his cock out of me and picking me up, his strength surprising. “Turn around,” he demanded, bringing the guest chair up for my knees and pushing my hands onto the desk again.

“I’m going to fuck you raw dear,” he growled, and the thought of it made me break out in goosebumps.

“Please do it. Do it already.”

He lifted my ass up, giving it another smack again.
Twhack! Twhack!
The sound of his hand on my skin echoing into the room. I turned my head to look at him, to gaze at his frustrated scowl.

He grabbed his cock and drove it into me in one powerful stroke. I gasped, collapsing onto the desk, my tits pushed against the hardwood.

“Oh fuck me!” I cried out, his thick cock throbbing inside me. I couldn’t take it. He pulled his entire dick out of me, before slamming back into me again. He moaned loudly, and I could feel my pussy clench as an orgasm rocked me.

I couldn’t believe it, the wave of euphoria coursing through my veins like a electric current. I bucked, arching my back, pushing my hips onto his cock, digging him deeper into me.

“Oh fuck Kari,” he cried out, squeezing my hips and slamming into me again, his pounding growing faster and more frenzied. I felt my orgasms exploding through me, losing count of them, they blurred together into a giant euphoric mess.

My moans only grew louder, matching the intensity of his cock driving into me. He groaned, “I’m gonna cum...”

“Cum inside my mouth, I want to taste it,” I breathed, and he pulled himself out of me. I sat up and turned to face him as he climbed back onto the desk, his cock meeting my face. I took his cock in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could, dragging his orgasm out of him. He moaned again, pushing the back of my head. His breathing grew shallow, and he tensed up as his seed exploded inside my mouth, large mouthfuls pumped into me.

I swallowed and sucked as fast as I could, taking it all in. His cock was far enough back that I didn’t have to taste a drop, just the warmth of him overflowing into me. His guttural cry continued throughout his orgasm, carrying his voice throughout the floor.

I sucked his cock dry, lightly licking the tip of it before handing it back to him. He caressed my cheek, admiring me.

“Kari... that was beautiful.” He breathed, exhausted. He finished his earlier thought: “I don’t think it was a mistake... Just after what happened with Sasha, I was nervous you’d... change. I hope I’ve proven myself to you.”

I chuckled, reclining back on the desk, sticky with sweat. “I think you have.” I said, staring up at the ceiling. My body still rippled and shook with aftershocks, and a warmth cascaded over me. He climbed up next to me, laying down, his hand on my chest, lightly dancing over my skin.

“She was really normal when she first started working here, but then we had an awkward encounter in the elevator and she changed. She started threatening all my secretaries, and they kept quitting. I was worried that something similar would happen with you, and I didn’t want that. I like you Kari. I want you to keep working for me, to stick around...”

“Well why don’t you just fire her then?”

“I can’t. I’d love to, but I can’t. She has
her
boss wrapped around her finger, and he won’t listen to me. He thinks she’s perfect. We would have to provide some damning evidence to him, but that’s not the hardest part. The hardest part would be making him see it. Look at it, use it.”

“What kind of evidence?” I tapped my finger on his desk. “What if he saw her making out with you in your office?” I grinned.

“That’s... distasteful. But it could work... he certainly wouldn’t like to see his ‘prized’ secretary with another man, especially one that worked in this building.”

He thought about it, scratching his stubble. “I think that’ll work, I don’t really like it, but it might be our only chance. He can’t afford to fire me, but she is actually replaceable.”

He looked at me, a coy look entering his eyes. “Now, Ms. Scott, if you’d mind, I need someone to clean up this mess of papers all over my office.”

I grinned, picking up my clothes. “Maybe
someone
should do it themselves.
Someone
did make the mess.”

“I think it is a job for a secretary though, and I’d like to watch her bend over and pick them up.”

I nodded, understanding him. I reached for my panties and he pulled them away from me. “No panties though.” I pouted, jokingly.

I pulled my skirt up and put my blouse back on, carefully buttoning each button. I wanted it to be agonizing for him to have to wait for me, and it looked like I was succeeding. I left the top button undone and leaned over to pickup the first batch of papers, scooping them into my left hand. Each handful would get thrown back into the cardboard box.

“My god you’re gorgeous Kari,” he said, stroking his cock, already hard again.

I could get used to hearing that, his voice like velvet. Music to my ears.

“Yes?” I said, bending over to pick up another stack of papers. He shuddered.

“Your curves are just... perfect. Your hourglass figure isn’t like the other women, it’s exquisite.” He said, producing a faux french accent on the final word.

I blushed, picking up the last pile of papers and throwing them into the box. No organization necessary.

“Kari, I don’t think you quite understand,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer.  “I’m ravenous for you Ms. Scott.”

He lips touched mine, holding the kiss for what felt like minutes. I swooned and melted, ebbed and flowed through him, our energy uniting and dissipating all at once.

“Jonathan,” I whispered, “What does this mean for us?”

“It means whatever you want it to mean...”

“But Sasha, she’s going to ruin everything.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. I think I like your idea of using some incriminating footage against her. I have a camera at home, I’ll bring it tomorrow. How about you take the day off? I’ll tell Sasha I fired you, because you were getting between us, she’ll eat it up.”

I nodded, “Sounds good so far.”

“Then I’ll invite her into my office and let whatever happens happen, the footage will go directly to her boss: Mr. Charles. I expect her to be quickly fired.”

A sour taste infiltrated my mouth. “What
will
you
let
happen Jonathan?”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, after what just happened?”

I sighed, he was right. I had to think about what it would mean.

“Okay, just don’t fuck her.”

“I won’t.” He kissed me again, and let me go for the day. That seemed to be happening a lot recently.

***

As Mr. Reeves said I tried to stay home the next day. I treated myself, staying inside and reading a book, taking a long hot bath. They day went by rather slowly though, because my thoughts kept constantly drifting to Sasha and Him. I hoped that he didn’t go too far to try and get evidence of her... less than appropriate behavior. I dipped deeper into the bath, calming myself with the thought that all he really had to do was kiss her or something relatively innocent, as long as he got it on camera, that’s all that mattered.

I frowned, sitting up in the tub. I couldn’t handle the anticipation. I decided that I didn’t care anymore, and I had to know what had happened. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. I picked up the phone and rang into Mr. Reeves’ office.

No one answered.

I decided I would go into work and find out what he had done. I dressed, did my hair and headed out the door.

***

Walking into the building, I didn’t see Sasha.

“Maybe she’s up in his office right now...” I muttered, almost jogging to the elevators to reach Mr. Reeves as soon as possible.

***

The elevator doors opened to Mr. Reeves’ floor, the sound of the air conditioner echoing in the hallway. I listened hard, trying to hear for any sounds coming from his office.

As I came closer and closer to the double entry doors into his office, my heart raced faster and faster. I could hear blood pumping in my ears, almost with a deafening
thump, thump, thump
. I reached the doors, pressing my ear to the hard wood.

Nothing. I couldn’t hear anything.

I sighed heavily, lightly knocking. Nothing. Maybe I knocked too lightly. I knocked harder, and finally, heard a voice from the other side.

Mr. Reeves. “Hello? Come in.”

I pushed the door open, and found his office empty, save for him. He was sitting behind his desk, and when he recognized me, he had a look of quick anger flash across his face.

“Mr. Reeves!” I ran up to him, pushing my hands onto his desk. “I thought--”

“I hope you realize I have to punish you for disobeying me,” he said with a coy tone in his voice.

I shook my head, “I just wanted to find out what you had to do to get rid of her! I couldn’t stand the thought of you... with her.”

“My dear, you must relax, I didn’t do anything that I didn’t have to do.”

“What was it then?!”

“All I did was call her into my office, and proclaim my love for someone else. She demanded to know who, her voice shrieking and shrill with anger. She attacked me, screaming of her eternal love for me, and that she’d kill me or whoever it was. I immediately called security to escort her out, and took the video evidence to her boss. He called her and relieved her of her job as soon as he saw the video.”

I sighed, “Thank god.”

“Now, as for your punishment,” he said, standing from his desk. He walked up to me, and I could feel his hot breath on my face. I looked up at him, his eye line above mine.

“My punishment?”

“Yes... Ms. Scott,” he kissed me, moving his lips down my neck, sucking tightly on my skin. I embraced him against me, moaning. This time, the door was closed, and I didn’t have to worry about Sasha, at all.

His hands ran over my body, pulling my dress over my shoulders. With a slight jerk, the dress fell to the floor, exposing me in my bra and panties.

He looked me up and down, holding me at length.

“My, my you are delicious aren’t you?” he cooed, kissing me again. His lips danced along my skin, moving down from my shoulder and taking my nipple in his mouth. He bit down, making me gasp in shock. I stared at the back of his head, as he continued to suck on my nipple.

I ran my fingers through his hair, losing myself in him. He seemed to have some kind of masterful pull on me, a magnetic attraction I couldn’t deny.

He released my nipple, grabbing me tightly by the waist and turning me around, pushing me onto the desk. He ran his hand down my back, shuddering as he did.

When he reached my ass, he swatted it lightly, making a moan slip out of my mouth. Taking this as an invitation, he slapped me again, harder this time.
Twhack!  Twhack!

“Your punishment.” He growled, leaning down and kissing the arch of my back. I moaned, flipping my hair up and looking back at him, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes.

“Must you punish me... sir?” I asked.

“Yes, I have to. You didn’t listen to me, how else will I get you to listen?” He spanked me again.
Thwack! Twhack!

I shuddered, his hand leaving red marks on me. I could feel myself growing wetter with every spank, with every open palm touching my skin.

The sound of his voice alone was enough to command an orgasm from my body, but I knew that would be too easy by his judgement.

He spanked me again, rocking me forward more.
Thwack!

He reached forward, grabbing my hips and flipping me back over. The hard wood of his executive desk cold against my back, I looked up at him. His steel blue eyes stared deep into me, as he wordlessly slipped my panties off my legs, tossing them to the floor.