Chapter Thirteen: She is driving me crazy.

I groan as I watch Alyssa rush off. That wasn’t how things were supposed to end. I wanted her. I get what I want, and I do it efficiently, but it doesn’t seem to be happening with her. I don’t like not getting what I want. I would make it worth it for her, but she’s too stubborn to let her feelings take control. She wants me but won’t admit it because I am her boss. The weekend has only just begun, though. I am not giving up hope.

I head through to the kitchen and pour a scotch. I made sure they had a bottle of my favorite in for my arrival, along with a bottle of gin and some wine for Alyssa. I don’t even know where she’s disappeared to. It must be the bathroom because I can’t see her anywhere else. She is hiding from me. I take my drink outside and take a seat by the pool. It is a beautiful view from here. I sometimes miss how beautiful the world is because I have had so much luxury in life. I forget to stop and take it all in, especially since I had nothing at the start of my life.

I sigh and rest back on the lounge chair, enjoying my drink. I need to relax before dinner tonight. If Alyssa doesn’t appear in five minutes, I will need to search for her. I don’t think she left the room; I would have heard her. She better not have left without telling me. I need to know her every move while we are here. I don’t want her to disappear on me or meet someone.

I close my eyes and draw in a breath. The sound of footsteps approaching makes me open my eyes and turn around. Alyssa is coming towards me in a sexy little black bikini. My eyes explore every inch of her half-naked body. Damn, those curves of her hips and toned stomach are enough to send any man crazy. What I would do to roam my lips and hands all over them. I lick my lips and moan.

She walks right by me and dives into the pool. Oh, is she playing hard to get? I can play, too. I down the last of my drink and strip down to my boxers. I stroll over and dive into the opposite side of the pool from where she did. I rest against the wall and wait for her to reach me. I keep an eye on the direction to be level with her when she comes up from the water.

Alyssa comes up from the water to breathe, and when she does, she’s right in front of me.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I grasp her hip, pulling her closer. I turn us around and press her against the wall. She gasps and holds onto the poolside.

“I am swimming. What does it look like?” I smirk.

“You were standing. You were not swimming,” she whispers.

“Are you enjoying torturing me?” I rasp, closing any space between our bodies.

“How am I torturing you? I came out to swim, nothing more.”

I reach up and stroke her wet hair away from her face. “Wearing that bikini around me.”

She rolls her eyes. “What else do you expect me to swim in? Leggings and a hoodie?” Every word drips with sarcasm. God, I swear the more time I spend with her, the more I want to spank her pretty little ass and fuck the attitude right out of her. I could teach her my rules in no time.

“Don’t be a smartass, kitten,” I warn.

“Or what? What are you going to do about it?” she challenges.

Her breathing has picked up. It is heavier and louder. She is turned on having me close to her.

Chapter Thirteen: She is driving me crazy. (continued)

“Do you really want to know how I make people behave? Can you handle hearing it?”

She nods. “Yes. Tell me how you make people behave.”

“I can do it many ways, but I will only tell you a few. If I tell you any more, you will not be able to handle it. One of my favorite things to do is spank them, spank them until they are squirming and wet, and their pretty, creamy skin turns red. It could be with my hand or something else; it depends on what they are being punished for.”

Chapter Fourteen: What am I thinking?

Alyssa

There’s a high chance I will regret my words when Monday comes around, and we are back to being boss/assistant, but I have reached my breaking point. I could fight the flirting—I managed that—but when he started saying all those naughty things to me and then kissing me, I realised I was done for. I can get it out of my system, and I will be fine. I have self-control. One time won’t do any harm.

I soon get pulled from my head when Wyatt’s body comes down on mine, and his lips crash to mine again. I moan deeply, kissing back. He pulls one of my legs around his hip, running his hand up. His large, hardened cock presses against me. I groan, and my hips involuntarily rock up against him. He hisses, and his hold on my thigh tightens.

He parts from the kiss and dips his head down, his lips attaching to my neck. He leaves a trail of kisses along my skin. I whimper loudly and entangle my fingers in his hair. He dances his lips up to my ear, the warmth of his breath fanning my skin.

“Do you know what I really want to do, kitten?” he growls, his hand groping my pussy.

I cry out. “Tell me?”

I am throbbing and wet. Goddamn, man!

Wyatt’s hand moves into my panties, his fingers brushing over my swollen clit. I gasp at the contact. It has been too long since a man has touched me.

“I want to bury my tongue deep in your sweet, wet pussy. Would you like it if I did?” he whispers and bites down on my neck.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

The last couple of times a man used his tongue on me was disappointing.

“I hoped you would say that.”

Wyatt kisses down my throat and to the valley between my breasts. I moan and arch from the ground. Fuck, it feels good. He pushes aside the material of my bikini, which covers my breasts.

“We are doing this here?” I pant.

“Yes. No one is around. We have privacy.” He replies, circling his tongue over my left nipple before covering it; it hardens instantly.

He shifts over to my right one, doing the same, and I react in the same way. I cry out, and my head falls back. His lips descend to my stomach. He kisses every inch of me that is on show to him. He skips where I need him to be and focuses on my inner thighs. He runs his tongue over them before sucking on the skin.

“Fuck, yes, that feels good.” I breathe out. I am more aroused with every passing second. He finally removes my bikini bottoms, tossing them aside. He laps his tongue up my folds and over my clit. My entire body shudders, and I moan loudly. Wyatt brings my legs over his shoulder and slips his hand under my ass, lifting it from the ground. His large tongue works my pussy with skill. I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure soaring through me. Now, this is how a tongue should be used.

Wyatt growls against me and buries his tongue in my pussy, and works my clit with his thumb. My back arches, and I press my pussy harder to his face. It takes only a couple of minutes before my legs start to shake and my pussy clenches. He picks his speed up, and that is all I need to send me over the edge. My orgasm rockets through me with such intensity it makes me lightheaded. It is one of those toe-curling, stomach-tightening types of orgasm.

I squeal his name and come harder than I have ever done before. Wyatt drinks me up greedily. He does not leave anything left. He places my legs back on the ground and takes his place over me.

Chapter Fourteen: What am I thinking? (continued)

He licks his lips. I whimper. He smirks. “Damn, you taste better than I could imagine,” he says as I watch him. He winks and jumps to his feet, leaving me lying on the ground.

“Where are you going?” I whine.

He laughs loudly. “Inside. I wanted to give you a taste of all the things I could do to you if you were so stubborn.”

He disappears inside. Asshole! He did this on purpose. I groan and slowly sit up, my body still weak from my orgasm. I am panting and sweating, craving more. I assume that was what he wanted. Is this his way of punishing me, as he likes to call it?

I fix my bikini top and pull the bottoms back up. I get to my feet and storm inside. He is sitting on the sofa with a scotch in his hand and a smug look on his face. He is waiting for me to react, possibly begging him for more. I won’t. I am not begging anyone.

I smile sweetly and walk right past him. I head to the bathroom, lock the door behind me, and strip down. I wanted to test out the shower. I am not falling into his trap—something which will be easier said than done after the incredible orgasm he gave me.

I step into the shower and switch it on. The power coming from it is incredible. I rest back against the wall and enjoy it. What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have allowed anything to happen between us. No matter how horny he made me, I should have continued to fight it.

I stay in the shower for a little while before stepping out and wrapping a towel around me. I should have brought my clothes in here with me. I sigh and exit the bathroom with only my towel. I need to walk through the living room to get to the bedroom, but he isn’t where I last saw him. Where did he go? He will be kicking around somewhere.

I step into the bedroom, and my wandering stops. Wyatt is lying on the bed with only his boxers on. I stop in my tracks and let my eyes take in the view. I was a little distracted earlier with his hands and lips all over me to admire him. I lick my lips as my eyes run over his firm chest, abs, and the V which leads into his boxers. The bulge in his boxers is huge, but I knew that from when it was digging into me earlier. I bite on my lower lip.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks.

I shake it off. “I don’t know what you mean,” I say, rushing over to the closest to get clothes. I hear him come in after me.

“Can you go away and let me change, please?” I ask.

He comes up behind me, his hand on my hips, and he kisses over my shoulders. I close my eyes and rest back against him.

“Why, it isn’t like you have anything to hide from me. I have seen every inch of your beautiful body now.” He whispers seductively.

“You should remember it because you won’t see it again,” I state firmly and pull away from him.

“Okay, if you insist, kitten. I will have you naked again before our weekend comes to an end. You can take my word on it.” He smirks.

He doesn’t give me a chance to disagree because he walks away. Why do I feel like he is going to torture me for the rest of our time here? Surely, he will behave around his family. I hate that I still need to pretend to be his girlfriend. I can only hope that we can return to normal when we arrive back at the office on Monday.