EIGHT.

CHAPTER EIGHT - Reese .


These past days of working with my boss have been hectic for me. It was like he couldn't cut me a slack but I knew he was doing this on purpose. After signing the contract, Luther had brought in ridiculous rules that made no absolute sense; he had stated in the paper that I wasn't allowed to meet or sleep with any man, no strings attached which I did not find to be a problem because I never wanted anything to do with him either in terms of dating. I wasn't allowed to be dominant in bed, on listening to this I doubted if that rule could work. When it came to sex, I Ioved dominating because it made me feel better and in charge of my body. No man would be controlling if I was dominant—on this, I wasn't going to allow him to win this.

I have decided that if he wanted to make my life a living hell in Washington, then only two could play the game. Today, I didn't want to go anywhere—not even clubbing, I was emotionally and physically exhausted. I had laid on my bed, thinking of what I had gotten myself into with my boss. I asked questions to myself and didn't know how to go about with them. Of course, Mr Haastrup paid his employees well—a well-paying job in fact but a hundred thousand dollars was huge. Too huge. At the same time, I didn't want to have the money he had offered after our contract, I wanted the sex as badly as Luther needed it.

The flow of my thoughts suddenly stopped as it was interrupted by the ringtone of my smartphone. I checked to see the caller—it was Samuel, my boss. I wondered why he called, he never called his employees. He would only reach us through Email.

“Miss Quinn.” He said as soon as the call was connected.

“Mr. Haastrup.”

“Our journey is going to begin this weekend in Washington, prepare the necessities you need for our business trip.” His voice sent a chill down my spine, it was happening. It was around the corner.

“Sure, I will get myself ready,” I said, trying to sound composed. “One more thing, my driver will be at your place to pick you up at the airport.”

“I will get myself ready,” I replied slowly.

“What are you doing?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I'm only curious.”

“Well, I'm on my bed Mr Haastrup.”

“Spread your legs.” His command was sharp.

“No.”

“Do as I say.”

“I can't.” This man was a bored billionaire who thought he could have his way with any woman, and I wouldn't let him do this with me.

“Do I need to remind you that you are breaching our contract, what does our contract say if you don't give in?”

“A fine of three hundred million dollars.”

“Good, as long as we have both signed, you are in already. There's no going back, spread your legs, Miss Quinn.”

“Not on the phone.”

“Miss Quinn!”

“Fine! You win today.”

Fuck! This man knew my weakness, it was as if he knew! I was the type who easily gave in when it came to sexual tensions.

I spread two of my legs widely in obedience, I waited for him to speak. Afterwards, I shifted my lace pants gently in order to stick my fingers in them.

“Dip your two fingers into that pussy.” His voice became husky and I did as he told me.

“Now what?”

“Shut up and do as I say,” I scoffed over the phone as he spoke. “Go in and out.” Luther continued. My fingers worked into my tight pussy which caused me to whimper, I gripped my sheet tightly with my mouth opened to release my moans.

“Fuck!”

“Take a slow breath, and go calmly.”

“This is so. . .” I paused to moan louder. “God.”

“You like it? Do you love your fingers shoved deep down your wet pussy?”

“Yes! Yes!” I yelled at his approach over the phone.

“Is it wet? Does it remind you of me, Miss Quinn?” He asked.

I couldn't find words to express what he had just asked me. I didn't want to reply to that so I faked a louder moan. “Oh my God, I'm going to cum.”

“I can see through your lies, do you know you deserve to be punished for this, Miss Quinn?” I could picture him smirking behind that phone.

“No.”

“Hold your cum, do not cum if I haven't given you the permission to.”

“What? Let's not do this.”

“Miss Quinn, we are in this already. Go faster and you must not cum.”

“I can't!” I cried. The pleasure was becoming too unbearable, a sigh released my mouth as I closed my eyes tightly, reminiscing on the sex, I had with my boss. I tried as much as possible not to pour.

“Go faster.”

“Oh. . .”

“Does it remind you of me?”

“Yes, it does! Yes, Mr Haastrup.” There was a sweetness in holding back my pour, I had screamed on top of the world not caring who needed to hear that.

“Put your four fingers into that.”

“Fuck!” I cursed immediately after increasing four into my pussy which had now become hot, the sweet warmth of my inner flesh that closed around my fingers as I stroked my fingers faster into my scalding pussy.

“It's hot down there isn't it? All because of me, you have no idea what I'm capable of doing to you in Washington.” With this, I couldn't help it again. I needed to pour, my legs shook vigorously—I had just orgasmed. My pour dribbled down my thigh and I removed my finger from my pussy, sighing in contentment. “Good, Miss Quinn. Expect my driver soon.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled.

“Are you referring to me?”

“Not at all, Mr Haastrup.” I had said then he hung up the phone. I had thought to myself why I always gave in to whatever he told me, obeying commands unlike me. I have never done such a thing before. My mind went back to what he said about Washington, there was no way I was going to allow this at Washington

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