THE BOSS HAS THE FINAL SAY

"Have I ever told you how spellbinding your body is?" He whispers, taking my right leg and trailing kisses up, leaving me panting, and all the fire in my body erupts the moment his wet lips touch my clitoral area.


He always tells me. I have never lost count of how many times he has praised my body. To him, it's like I am an angel. With no flaws at all. He rights everything I do or choose to do.

He buries himself there, doing his magic, taking me to the gates of pleasure and lust and locking me behind them. He licks, sucks, fingers, and fucks me with his tongue. I'm now partaking in the pleasure of the myths I read in books about sex. You know those kinky kinds of stuff about tongue fucking, fingering, and whatnot? I never imagined those things were real until I met Damian. And I also never knew they would taste this deeply until he made me taste them. It is mind-blowing.

"Aaah. Damian: "I groan with letdown as he abandons me at the cliff of burning pleasure.


"Relax, baby," he whispers, jerking his upper body up and parking himself on top of me. I meet his glorious, sharp-pointed cock as it furiously brushes my entrance. "You miss my cock?" He queries, brushing it up and down my clitoral.

He sure knows how to tease me. He knows that I want him inside right now. How can I not, after all the pleasure his tongue has aroused in me? "Yes, hun. Give it to me. I want you inside of me so badly. Aah!"


Holly fuck! I groan with pleasure when he shoves it in beastly, sloping it at the bottom of most of my throbbing pussycat. I jerk my hips up to him in appreciation.

"Like that?" He asks, his eyes scanning mine.

"Yes." I dig my nails into the skin on his back.

"You are so tight on me, baby. What next? What do you want me to do, baby?"

"I want to feel you drilling in and out of me. Pleasure me like you always do, Damian."

"Say no more, baby. Here I come." He groans as he starts thrusting in.

As we both dive into the world of pure pleasure, he stifles his head on my neck, fondling it with his lips and tongue while groaning with pleasure.

The sex is slow, just like the kisses. It's like nothing we have ever had. It feels so spectacular. He tastes like heaven. It's deep but gentle and sweet, and after a while, we both cum together, and we lie down beside each other as we stabilize our breathing.

"I will go make breakfast for us," I mumble after moments of staring, but he pins me back to bed, dissuading me from getting up.

What? Does he want more? Well, I wouldn't mind even if we spent the whole day screwing each other, but work comes first.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Did I disappoint you? Was I that terrible that you want to abandon me on the bed so soon?" He asks with a husky voice.

Huh? "Hey! You were awesome, always. I can spend the whole day with you here if you want. But we are already late for work," I state, and he smirks.

"Late or not, you are with the boss, and the boss wants some cuddling." He softly nibbles my lips.

Huh! Sweet, right? But still...

"I don't want to skulk on my projects, Damian. I adore this, but I don't want to take advantage of you being my boyfriend and my boss," I state.

He is bending the rules too much, I think.

"That is the point, Ellie. We are always prioritizing work. But this? We also need time for this, don't you think?"

He has a point. A good freaking point. Heck! We haven't even gone out in the whole month we have been together as a couple. We need to create time for this, but we can't also neglect our duties, especially mine.

"I know, Damian. Believe me, I want that more than anything. But we can't neglect our work."

He looked at me for a while. "Do you trust me?" He implores, nuzzling my cheeks.

That goes without a doubt, although I must admit that, knowing how much he is into me, I can't trust him fully on matters such as this. He will all be dom and bossy and choose us instead of work. "I do."

"And you take orders for your work from me, right?" he implores.

I know where this is headed. He is cornering me. I knew so well what he would do in this situation. "Yes," I mumble.

"Now I am ordering you to forget about work and close your eyes," he says, pulling the duvet above us, covering our nude bodies before pulling me to him. "We will talk when you wake up."

Huh? Is he for real? Like, he expects to go to sleep right now?

"But, Damian...."

"I'll spank you really sore if you say anything," he warns.

I can't imagine ruining that sweet love-making moment we just had with some fucking spanks. Gosh! How will I even sit in my office with an irritating, sore butt? Damn! He has never done that, but I know better than to push his limits. I might irritate his demons beyond control. I once saw how he looked when he was pushed to the edge. That day, he discovered my identity. The mere thought of how he looked that day scares me to the core. I wouldn't want to ever anger him that much.

I snuggle up to his warm body.

"Good girl!" He kisses my skull and scoops me into his arms.

I kick the thoughts of work aside and close my eyes. I am not a person who hibernates during the day, but with him, it is different. I won't be surprised if I sleep for the better part of the morning. Who wouldn't fall asleep like this, huh?