Prologue
Brandon
My cock was as hard as granite when I unzipped my pants.
Selena looked up at me with a half-lidded glance and licked her lips. Those perfect, pillowy lips that I’d been desperate to fuck since I’d first hired her. Hell, since the first time I’d laid eyes on her. I’d spent my life building an empire by taking what I wanted, and there was nothing I wanted more than her, nothing I was going to enjoy more than taking and savoring the fiery tiger before me.
My office blinds were drawn, but I knew some interns and new hires still remained in the building despite the late hour. They were no doubt desperate to make a good impression on me, but I couldn’t care less. The chance they might hear…. Well, maybe I liked that tiny fucking risk that we could get caught. The thought made the blood pound through my veins and my dick stand that much more at attention.
“Why are you waiting?” I asked Selena, my voice gruff with need.
She licked her lips again slowly. Deliberately.
My cock jerked again, and I grasped exactly what she was doing. That damn tease wanted to make me beg for it; for the release that was mine.
No. That was Selena’s mistake.
There were many things I’d done in my life, not all of them legal in the continental United States, but I never begged. I was Brandon Duncan, one of the richest men on Earth, and I made women come screaming my name. Made them cry on all fours for me to fuck them hard in their dripping pussies. I don’t beg.
I take.
They give.
That was the way it had always been; now was no different.
I stroked her chin with my hand and shook my head. “I want you, Tiger. You know what you have to do.”
She glanced up at me through her thick dark lashes, and I swore my balls contracted with need. I had to have her mouth around my cock soon; had to feel myself thrust into that perfect O of her mouth. She was a fucking goddess laid out before me, and I would take advantage of her every way I knew how.
“But isn’t it fun if we stretch it out? Let me tease you.” She giggled. “I’m in control here.”
I shook my head and let my hand stray lower, down the soft skin of her neck and to the curve of her breast. Snaking my fingers under her blouse and the lace of her bra, I stroked her nipple, loving the way it pebbled so readily under my touch. She shuddered under my touch and moaned a high mewling sound that made my dick pulse.
“But if you tease me, then I can make you wait for hours.”
She moaned again, and I’d never wanted to come so badly in my life. Everything about her was perfect, from her tight little ass to her firm breasts to that smile of hers. A smile that promised she might not know everything yet about how to make a man beg, but that she’d be more than willing to learn. I’d found an apt pupil was worth her weight in gold.
“Now,” I said in a low growl filled with the promise of all the bad things I’d do to her later. “Fuck me, Selena. Take all of me.”
She smirked and promised debauchery of her own with that expression.
Good, exactly what I wanted.
Her lips wrapped around my dick, and I closed my eyes, letting the heat and pleasure of her mouth conquer me. I reveled in it for the briefest of moments before thrusting out my hips, making my cock push deep into her throat. I wasn’t interested in just a blow job. I’d meant what I’d said; I was going to fuck her mouth, claim her as mine, and let her know exactly who she belonged to.
It was inevitable; from the moment she’d walked into my office—my domain—she was mine too.
I thrusted again, sliding almost balls deep in her mouth. She took everything with such prowess that I was impressed. I’ve had so many women, but only a few could fit me as well as Selena. It was as if we were made for each other. She reached over and cupped my balls, heavy with ache and need. Her fingers felt like heaven against my straining sack, and I rolled my eyes back in my head as she massaged my balls expertly between her fingers.
I wanted to last.
But tonight wouldn’t be that night, not with my newest intern on her knees in front of me.
Groaning, I cupped the back of her head with one hand and her shoulder with the other. I drove deep inside her, plumbing the hidden depths of her. Then she swirled her tongue against the sensitive head of my cock, and I lost it.
I came, flooding into her mouth. She lapped it all up eagerly as if it was the best fucking milkshake she’d ever had, as if I couldn’t fill her enough. When I was done, I leaned against my desk. Sweat coated my forehead and brow. Selena leaned back on her heels and wiped at her mouth; she stared obediently up at me, waiting for my next promise.
Or was she waiting for praise?
I could give her a little. After all, such enthusiasm deserved encouragement.
Shoving my dick back inside my pants, I put myself right. Then I lowered my hand to help Selena to her feet, her dark eyes still hazy with lust. I can’t wait to return the favor to her; to taste every inch of her, especially her pussy that has to be glistening by now, waiting for me.
Speaking of…
I reached down with one hand and slipped under the soft cotton of her panties, confirming the wetness of her juices for myself. She gasped and drew her body—her luscious breasts—close against my chest.
“Brandon, God, don’t stop.”
I flicked her clit and grinned. “Oh, Tiger, I’m just getting started.”