Page 12 of The Boss
Deliberately, I pushed aside the thoughts of my employee and called up a random image from a past encounter. Not Roma, but a svelte blonde flight attendant I’d gotten to know better during a cross-country flight for business.
Robin. That had been her name. Or close enough anyway.
I let the memory fill my mind as I unzipped my pants and pushed them down far enough to free my cock. As I wrapped my fist around the base, I closed my eyes to better call up the visual.
Robin’s pert little ass swayed from side-to-side as I followed her to the bathroom. Other passengers watched us as we both went inside, knowing what we’d be doing in there. Neither one of us said a word as she leaned against the sink, her heels putting her at exactly the right height for what came next.
I pushed her skirt up and her panties down, using my foot to move her feet farther apart. She glanced over her shoulder and asked if I could fuck her ass. She and her boyfriend had an open relationship, and he liked to hear about the men she fucked, but her pussy was off-limits. I shrugged. A hole was a hole…
But apparently, a fantasy wasn’t just a fantasy. I let out a groan of frustration. My erection hadn’t gone away, but it’d softened enough for me to know that thinking about how I’d fucked Robin so hard she’d been walking funny when we came out of the bathroom wasn’t going to get me off.
I didn’t bother trying to think of anything or anyone else. I’d already known that only fantasizing about Ashlee would work. Now, I had to accept and move on with it. My hand moved over my cock as a scene played out in my mind.
Ashlee walked into my office wearing only a long black coat. Without a word, she undid the buttons and let it fall. Beneath, she wore only the skimpiest of sheer triangles over each of her nipples and another between her legs. They served more as friction for sensitive skin than any real purpose. She kept her head down as she waited for her instructions.
“Here.”
She came toward me with small, delicate steps, her natural stride hampered by her heels. She hated wearing them, and her obedience despite this was one of the many reasons she’d lasted so long.
“Kneel.”
She went to the ground in front of me and clasped her hands behind her back. I reached for the slim silver chain that hung from her collar and used it to drag her into the space between my legs.
“Lick.”
She obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It had taken her days of practice to be able to keep her balance without her hands, but now she was able to focus solely on the soft little licks she made up and down my throbbing cock. Her face held such wonderful expressions that I required her to wear her hair back unless told otherwise. It had the added benefit of allowing me to watch that talented pink tongue of hers as she laved over every inch of me.
“Suck.”
She moved up to give herself the leverage she needed to take my cock into her mouth without using her hands. She took the tip between her lips first, then lowered her head slowly, letting me enjoy the sensation of sliding over her tongue on my way to the back of her throat. Her body stiffened for a moment when the head of my dick reached the back of her mouth, but she didn’t struggle.
“Good girl.”
I put a hand on her head, keeping steady pressure there as she continued descending. When her lips were stretched tight around the base of my cock, saliva dribbling down her chin and onto my balls, I held her there. Her throat muscles convulsively squeezed, and I could feel the tension in her body as she fought against her own instincts. She wouldn’t tap out, though. She enjoyed this as much as I did, or she wouldn’t keep coming back.
I yanked out her ponytail and grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. I gave her a few seconds to process what was coming, and then I raised her up just enough to give me room to thrust. I held her head steady and pistoned my hips, slamming into her face over and over. I’d come down her throat and then have her lick my balls and ass until I was hard again. After that…
I bit back a curse as I came and slammed my free hand on the cold marble counter, my other hand rapidly fisting over my cock as I drained out every last drop. Maybe once I cleaned up, I’d finally be able to concentrate on work.
And maybe I needed to reconsider taking Ashlee on Friday. If one conversation with her could fuck with my head that much, who knew what several hours with her would do.
Nine
Ashlee
I had a verynarrow window in which to prevent the damage that was coming. Flora and I being called into the CEO’s office, that had made it out of the A&R department before I’d even gotten back. That meant people had been paying attention when Flora and I had come back, and at least a few had heard the things she’d been shouting at me. Now, those were just accusations, and I’d never done anything that would support the things she’d said, but it was something interesting, and people were going to spread anything that hinted at gossip. If nothing else new or unusual happened, however, the rumors would die.
But if I showed up to an event on his arm, things would explode.
I wouldn’t be able to take that back, and no one would believe for a moment that I hadn’t been performing sexual favors for Mr. Lexington, maybe for years.
Which meant I needed to fix thisbeforeI went home for the day. Flora would be on the phone to her friends as soon as they got off – if she hadn’t been talking to them already – but if they came in tomorrow and saw that everything was the same, her accusations would lose steam. By the end of the week, they would have lost all their firepower. When she came back on Monday and found that the only thing I’d done differently this week was take care of her job, too, she might even give it up.
Some people would always believe the negative, and I couldn’t help that any more than I could help any of the other shit people had believed about me over the years. What I could control, however, was how much I let it bother me.
And I could do whatever possible to nip things in the bud.
Which was why I was sitting in the lobby of Manhattan Records nearly two hours after everyone else had gone home. I’d brought my work laptop with me after promising Mr. Hancock that I’d do some extra work at home, and I’d been using it while I waited for Mr. Lexington to come downstairs.
