My New Boss Ch. 09

Paul got in the driver's seat and started the car. He pulled out of his spot and out into the cool, dark Seattle night. He reached over and grabbed my knee, squeezing it possessively.

"I'm so glad that you agreed to stay the night, Brooke. I've got a confession to make, though. I've never had a woman spend the whole night with me."

"Really?" I asked, unable to hide my shock.

He laughed and rubbed a little higher up my thigh.

"No. I really haven't. I've never wanted anyone to stay until now. Usually, when I'm done...I'm done. I can't seem to get enough of you, Brooke. I want you there tonight, in the morning, at work...all fucking day." Paul pushed his hand up until the side of it was grazing against my soaked panties.

"God, I can wait to get inside of you, baby." He pulled up to a stoplight. I couldn't help myself. I lifted my ass off of the seat and pulled my panties off. I kicked them to the floorboard and pulled my skirt up to my hips.

"Please touch me, Sir. I need something...anything." I begged. Paul didn't hesitate. He adjusted his hand and rubbed slow circles around my clit, refusing to touch it directly. I groaned loudly.

"Ahhhh. Please, Mr. Taylor. More. Please?"

He smiled and shook his head. "No, baby. I want you worked up into a frenzy by the time you get to my house. I don't want to just finger you in the car. Just trust me." He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of my wet slit as he pulled up in front of my apartment building. He pulled his hand away from me. I whimpered softly.

"Now. Do not masturbate, Brooke. The cab will be here shortly. Get your things, get naked and get in the car. Do as your told." he demanded.

I reached down and grabbed my wet panties off of the floor and shoved them in my trench coat pocket. I sighed and opened the door. Paul grabbed my elbow and pulled me towards him for a kiss. He smiled against my lips.

"See you in a few, beautiful."

"You're going to kill me...you know that, right?" I laughed.

"It will be worth the wait, I promise."

I nodded and got out of the car, closing the door quietly. I watched as he pulled away. I walked into my building and went upstairs to my apartment. I glanced at the clock. 8:14pm. I had a little less than an hour to shower, shave and put an overnight bag together. I immediately walked into my bathroom and stripped, tossing my clothes into the basket. I jumped in the shower and let the pulsing spray beat against my skin. Everything felt sexual at this point. The jets of water splashed against my erect nipples. The water dripped down between the soft folds of my pussy. I couldn't take much more of this. I grabbed a cloth and started to wash myself. I was taking longer and longer strokes between my legs before I realized what I was doing.

I stopped. Paul told me not to masturbate. I needed to listen. He knew what he was doing. I growled out of frustration and finished soaping my body. I shaved quickly and washed my hair. I got out and dried it quickly. I lotioned myself quickly, wrapped a towel around myself and started packing a small bag. I pulled out an outfit and underwear for work the next day. I tossed my makeup bag and some perfume in, along with my phone charger, a brush, some hairpins in case my hair had a 'I've been fucked all night' look to it in the morning and my toothbrush. I was ready. I walked out to my entry way and grabbed my trench coat. I peeled my towel off, draping it on the coat hook. I slipped the trench onto my shoulders and buttoned each button that was necessary in order to keep me from flashing anyone. I tied the belt tightly around my waist, slipped on my heels and looked at the clock. 8:55pm. Any minute now the cab would arrive. I felt my excitement building. I just wanted to get to Paul.

At 9:01pm, my buzzer rang. I answered.

"Cab for Miss Kelley?" yelled the cabbie.

"Yes. On my way." I grabbed my bag and my purse and walked out my door. I locked it behind me and walked to the stairs. I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness. I could feel my bare nipples dragging against the fabric of the coat. The material was thin, so I wasn't sure if they were visible to anyone or not. I prayed that they weren't as I stepped out of my building and walked to the cab. The driver opened the door for me and I got in, being very careful not to expose myself to him in the process.

The driver got into his seat, hooked his arm over the back and turned to look at me.

"I'm under strict orders to make sure you get safely to your destination, sweetie. It's not far. We should be there in about 15 minutes." he smiled and pulled away from the curb.

I sat back as we started the drive to Paul's house. I kept my legs pressed tightly together. With each bounce of the cab, I could feel my tender nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of my coat. I shivered. I stared out the window, fantasizing about what Paul had in store for me. I couldn't wait. I just wanted to be on him, under him, with him...I didn't care. I just needed to be fucked by Paul. An entire afternoon and evening full of teasing had me boiling over with need. I didn't even care if I looked desperate. I'd beg the man if he wanted me to. He was an incredible lover and I'd never wanted someone so badly before.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we pulled up to a beautiful home. It was about 15 minutes East of me and had a gorgeous view of Lake Washington. As his Assistant, I knew that Paul made good money, but this property looked incredibly expensive. The cab driver pulled up to the front door and got out to open my door for me. I grabbed my things and stepped out as graciously as possible.

"What do I owe you, Sir?"

"Not a thing. Cab fair and tip have already been taken care of." he nodded. "Have a nice evening, Ma'am." He got back into his cab and drove away. I walked to the front door and took a deep breath. This was it. Finally.

I pushed the heavy door open and closed it behind me. The house was relatively dark. I set my bags down on the floor and locked the door behind me. I stepped into the house a few feet. Everything looked clean and modern. Directly on the other side of the house was a large glass window that looked out over Lake Washington. I smiled and took a deep breath. This house smelled like Paul.

"Mr. Taylor?" I called softly.

"Come here."

I turned, startled by his voice. To my left was a living area. It had deep white couches and dark gray walls. Beautiful pieces of art work hung on the walls. A large TV was hanging above a white stone fireplace. On the opposite side of the room sat Paul, in a large leather armchair. He was leaning back, his left ankle crossed over his right knee, leaning to his left. He was running the fingers of his left hand over his lips slowly. The room was dark, illuminated only by a few, very dim recessed lights in the ceiling.

I walked into the room, my heels clicking softly against the dark wood floors. Once I stepped onto the plush rug and directly underneath a soft light, he held up his right hand.

"Stop. Take your shoes off and untie your coat." he said quietly.

I took a deep breath and obeyed. I stepped out of my shoes, then untied my coat, letting the belt fall loose.

"Now unbutton it."

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It was dark, but I could see the intensity on his face. My insides started quivering. My hands started to shake as I slowly unbuttoned each button on my coat. Once the last button was unfastened, I stood still.

"Slide it off of your shoulders. Let it fall to the floor, Brooke."

I didn't hesitate. I hooked my hands into the jacket and pushed it slowly down my shoulders. It dropped, sliding against my skin before falling to the floor. I stood, naked and completely aroused in front of Paul. I saw a faint smile on his lips. He blinked slowly as his gaze wandered over my exposed body. My nipples were as hard as rocks. My stomach was rising and falling rapidly. I could feel my dampness coating my thighs. I saw Paul reach down and rub his erection a few times. He stood up slowly, putting his hands in his pockets. He walked towards me and walked around me. I'd never felt so exposed in my life. I just wanted him to grab me and fuck me, but clearly he was going to take his time with this.

As he walked behind me, I felt his finger trail across my back. Then he was in front of me again. He stopped and pulled something out of his pocket. He dangled it in front of me. It was a delicate chain. Then I realized exactly what it was. It was a delicate chain attached to two small silver nipple clamps. I looked up at him nervously.

Without a word, he stepped towards me and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. I groaned loudly.

"Ohhhh!" I arched my back slightly.

Paul bit gently onto my nipple, then released it, only to repeat the process on my left breast. I couldn't help but whimper as he pinched the clamps onto each of my hard buds. The thin chain draped down in front of my breasts. Paul stepped back and examined me again.

"Fucking beautiful." he whispered.

My breathing was increasing steadily. The pressure that the clamps caused was sending me over the edge. I needed a release.

"Please, Mr. Taylor. Please get me off. I need to get off, Sir." I pleaded.

Paul smiled and hooked a finger onto the chain between my breasts. He pulled gently, which caused the clamps to pull tightly on my nipples.

I cried out, not knowing if I was feeling pleasure or pain.

"PLEASE, Sir. You can do whatever you want to me. I just need to get off. I need YOU to get me off."

He released the chain.

"Spread your legs, Brooke."

I happily complied. I spread them about shoulder width apart, giving him adequate space for whatever he was about to do. He leaned down and kissed me. I melted into him, thankful for the contact. I whispered against his mouth.

"May I touch you?"

"Not yet."

I groaned and kept my arms at my sides. As we kissed slowly, I felt Paul run his fingers across the soft skin on my stomach. My muscles shook beneath his fingers. My blood was pounding in every inch of my body. I felt him drag his fingers down my stomach, over my belly button and down to my pelvis. He took his hands and grabbed my hips tightly, grinding his hardness against my bare crotch. I moaned.

"Ohhhh Mr. Taylor. Please." I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I felt Paul let go of me. I opened my eyes in just enough time to feel him smack the backs of his fingers firmly against my clit. The direct contact with my swollen clitoris was almost more than I could handle. I trembled and moaned loudly. He smacked it again. The sound of his skin smacking against my wet pussy was almost as hot as the act itself. It sounded so vulgar. He spanked my clit a couple more times before dropping to his knees in front of me. He frantically washed his tongue over me. Back and forth, over and around my hot spot. The pressure had been so intense leading up to this moment that I came quickly. I felt my juice running down my thighs as Paul did his best to lick it up. I felt his warm tongue making long strokes against my over-sensitized flesh. He sucked hard on my exposed clit and without a thought in my brain, I grabbed his head and hooked my right leg over his shoulder. He grabbed my ass as I balanced against him, grinding my pussy lewdly against his face. I cried out for him over and over until the pressure finally started to subside. I slowly placed my foot back on the floor and tried to catch my breath. Paul stood up, wiping the excess wetness off of his face. He smiled at me darkly.

"Did that take the edge off, baby?"

I smiled and nodded, still a little dazed from my orgasm.

"I love to lick your sweet pussy, Brooke." he said, running his fingers slowly between my pussy lips. My breathing started to pick up again.

"You do know that we are just getting started. That was nothing."

"I know, Sir. You can do anything to me. I ready for whatever you want."

Paul smiled and reached up to pull on the chain again. I sobbed softly.

"How do these feel, Brooke?"

"Good. Tight, but good."

"Anytime you want me to stop doing something, just say so. Alright?" he looked down at me with concern.

"Yes, Mr. Taylor." I smiled.

He kissed me as scratched lightly on my breasts, teasing my clamped nipples, causing my skin to tingle even more. We watched as my nipples tightened and swelled. He leaned down and licked them softly, flicking his tongue against each dark, clamped bud.

He stepped back and started to undress.

"May I help?" I asked cautiously.

He smiled and nodded. I leapt forward and pulled his shirt out of his pants. As he worked on the buttons, I unfastened his pants, sliding them down his legs. He was barefoot, so getting him out of his pants was effortless. I tossed them to the floor with my trench coat. He peeled his shirt and tie off, then stood before me in just his underwear. I could see a large wet spot on them. Clearly I wasn't the only one aroused.

"Get on your knees, Brooke."

I knelt down, feeling the chain swinging between my large, heavy breasts. Together, we started to slide Paul's underwear off. He kicked them onto the pile of discarded clothing.

His cock stood proudly away from his body. He grabbed it in his fist and rubbed the wet head against my lips, back and forth. He groaned.

"Lick it, baby. Don't suck on it. Just your tongue." he directed.

I let my tongue slide out of my mouth and I licked against the heavy, spongy head of his dick. I tasted the salty precum that was smeared on it. I licked the underside, from his heavy balls, up his pulsing shaft, up to his thick head. I wanted so badly to take him into my mouth and give him as much pleasure as he'd given me, but he had told me not to. I'd have to wait for his approval. So, I licked. I covered his cock with my saliva. I let my tongue drag along the thick vein that ran along his length. I let my it dance against his hole, watching as drips of cum moistened the tip. With each new drop, I'd lick it clean.

"Mmmm. Sir. I love the way your cum tastes." I smiled up at Paul, who was watching me intently. His dick was jerking and jumping with each thick pulse of blood that rushed through it. Finally when he couldn't stand it anymore, he gripped the back of my head and pushed himself into the back of my throat.

I moaned deeply, sending vibrations down his shaft. He cried out.

"Oh fuuuuck, Brooke. Yesss, baby."

He held my head in place, then pulled back slowly. I looked up at his eyes as he pulled his thick member out from between my pouty lips. He was breathing fast, heavy breaths, trying to maintain his composure. As soon as his head reached my lips, he shoved it back in forcefully. He couldn't take anymore teasing, so he started pumping quickly into my mouth. I reached my hands up and placed them against his thighs for support. My back arched and I could feel a thick string of our combined fluids drip from my lips and slide down my chest.

Paul thrust into my mouth fast, then slowly, then gradually speeding up for several minutes. I felt his cock start to jerk and his balls start to tighten. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth completely, leaving me gasping for air.

"Get on the couch, Brooke." he reached down and lifted me underneath my arms and guided me to the couch, laying me down on my back, my ass hanging over the edge.

Silently, Paul spread my knees apart as far as they would go. I hooked my hands behind my knees to keep them that way. He leaned down and kissed my stomach, dragging his tongue against my belly. I shook with excitement. He was about to fuck me. I'd been waiting all day for this moment.

Paul bent down. I stared at his hard body as his glided his wet cock against my dripping slit. I leaned up on my elbows and kissed his chest, feeling his dark, slightly graying chest hair tickle my lips. I kissed up to his neck, sucking gently. He groaned and pushed me down by my shoulders. The head of his dick was lined up perfectly. All it would take is one hard push and he'd be buried in me. He waited. He stared at me and waited. I started to squirm, pushing my hips upward, trying to tempt him, my pussy silently begging to be beaten by his dick.

He saw my desperation and loved it.

"Beg for it, Brooke." he said with a smile.

I moaned loudly. "Oh God. PLEASE fuck me. Just fuck me. I've wanted this all day. I want you inside of me. I want to feel you in me, Paul!"

Hearing his name on my lips instead of 'Sir' or 'Mr. Taylor' must have done the trick because he grunted loudly and pushed violently into my pussy. We each stiffened immediately. My torso lifted off the couch and both of my arms wrapped around his neck.

"Oh FUCK!" I screamed.

Paul just moaned and pounded into me, setting a frantic pace. He stood upright, lifting my hips off of the couch as he fucked me senseless. I could feel the chain from the nipple clamps rolling back and forth on my skin. My nipples ached, my clit was hard and pulsing. I had juice leaking from my pussy, spreading all over Paul's cock. All of the sensations combined were leading me quickly to a powerful orgasm. Paul swung my legs onto the wide couch and got on top of me. He glided his body back and forth, rubbing his pelvis against my exposed clit. He leaned down and took the chain between his teeth and jerked his head back sharply. The clamps pulled and popped off my nipples. Blood rushed back into them, at the same moment my orgasm hit me.

I dug my fingers into Paul's shoulders and screamed.

"FUCK! Ahhhhh! Paul! Oh my God, Yessss!" I wailed. My entire body shook forcefully.

Paul's climax wasn't far behind. He leaned up on his knees, grabbed my thighs and with a few deep thrusts, I felt his cock explode into my pulsing cunt.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh...Oh, Brooke. Yes! Oh fuck. Fuuuck." he moaned, pressing himself into me as deeply as he could. Finally his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed on top of me. We were sweaty and sticky and neither of us could breathe normally. He placed his face between my sensitive breasts and moaned.

"Oh, Mr. Taylor...that was unbelievable." I whispered breathlessly.

"I love to fuck you, Brooke. God, you're perfect."

I laughed softly and ran my fingers up and down his back. He moaned with pleasure. After a few moments, he rolled over onto the couch and hugged me to him, gently kissing my forehead.

"I'm so glad that you agreed to stay tonight."

"Me too," I replied quietly.

We laid together on the couch for a long time, enjoying the sensations of each other's bodies. I twirled my fingers in his chest hair, he massaged my scalp. We both dozed off for a few minutes here and there, but mostly, we just enjoyed the afterglow.

I had my leg wrapped against his and slowly, I felt his thick cum sliding out of me. He felt it, too. He leaned down and kissed me.

"There's more where that came from, baby. Let's go get cleaned up so we can get dirty again."