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  The butler showed her to Mr. Hayes’ office. He was dressed in his tuxedo already, and was on what appeared to be a conference call. A British person was laying out some kind of proposal on the phone. When Tracy walked in, in her little black dress, Mr. Hayes looked her over. His eyes seemed to bulge and he smiled and shook his head. “You look better every time I see you, I don’t know how you do it.” She blushed, and he stared her over for a few more moments, ignoring the telephone, before hitting another button on his phone.

  “Jack, I’m going to need you to take over from here,” he barked.

  “Yes, sir!” The man on the other end of the phone seemed too eager. “What should I do about the acquisition, sir?”

  “I’m on the fence, but do your research and make a decision. That’s what I fucking pay you for after all. Send me an email with all the relevant information, and don’t wait until morning to do it,” he snarled.

  “Yes sir.”

  Mr. Hayes hung up the phone and looked at Tracy. “Sometimes I feel like it’d be better if I just cloned myself a few times to get this work done.”

  Tracy smiled. “I know what you feel like. Sometimes I feel like I should clone myself, but as a man, so I’d have a man who pleased me and a man that I could please.”

  At Tracy’s use of the word “pleased”, Mr. Hayes stiffened. He looked like he wanted to fuck her right then, but he managed to restrain himself. When he stood up, Tracy could see that he really was dressed to impress, with a designer black tuxedo, a long silk tie, cleanly shaven, the whole nine yards. Tracy smiled again when she thought of how tonight was going to go. Mr. Hayes showed Tracy to his car and off they went.

  Dinner was beautiful, and the restaurant definitely lived up to its reputation. Mr. Hayes didn’t try to order for her, and was a perfect gentleman to her the entire evening. She ordered the most expensive thing off the menu and a white wine that cost $300. He had simply smiled and ordered a bottle of red to match.

  At times, she felt like he acted like a smitten young teenage boy, and others he acted like he had the confidence to do whatever he wanted. It was a very endearing trait, and she found herself liking him more and more, even seeing how he treated other people. He was never rude, but just less than polite, as if whomever he was speaking to was just a little slow in the head. He made sure that they knew he was superior, that he was in charge.

  She could see why his fantasy was to have someone to take control. She watched the waitress and saw the same tired face she knew she must wear most nights and felt a surge of gratitude flood through her for this opportunity. It was strange being served instead of doing the serving. She had to stop herself from tidying the dishes and arranging the silverware.

  “I’m sure if I asked they would give you a job,” he remarked after she stacked the soup bowls and brushed the cracker crumbs from the tablecloth. She blushed and they had an animated conversation about the waitressing profession. When she tried to get him to talk about his work, he told her it was far too boring. Something in the tone of his voice made her drop it and change the subject.

  They continued to talk for a while after dessert, an amazing raspberry scented flour-less chocolate cake with crème anglaise and raspberry coulis. It was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. She felt like a princess. He had finished his dessert and was reaching for his wallet to pay the bill. She reached her hand out and stopped the motion.

  “I am not done yet.” She used the same voice he used with the waitress to show his superiority. He halted, and slowly returned his wallet to his pocket. She ordered a cappuccino and took her time, savoring the flavor and letting him wait for her to finish. The discussion shifted to multiple topics and when she was ready, continued out the door and on the ride home. She felt her dominating demeanor melting away, but she knew that she needed to still be in charge when they got back to his house.

  When they returned home, he again opened her car door for her. By now, she was practically giddy with the thought of him fucking her, so when he leaned in for a kiss, she was eager and ready. They kissed passionately before he broke away and led her by the hand inside. They walked straight up to the bedroom, her heels slowing her down, making the wait a little longer than she thought she could stand. When they finally got in the room, his hands were on her in a flash. They kissed again, and then he broke away from her. “Have I pleased you?”

  She knew this was an important question to him, so she backed away and pretended to think about it. “You have pleased me more than any other man ever has. I’m beginning to think your reputation as a competent businessman might cross over to a reputation as a gentleman.”

  He smiled and began to get closer. “BUT,” she said with the sternest voice she could muster, and it stopped him in his tracks. “There’s one more thing you have to do to please me.”

  “Anything Tracy. Please, just say the word and it’ll be done. I want this so badly.”

  She came in close to him, and breathed in his ear. “Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. Make me cum all over your dick, and cum inside me. That will please me.”

  With that, he placed his hands on her ass and lifted, his muscled arms carrying her to the bed. He pulled the jacket of his tuxedo off, and started to unbutton the shirt. He loosed his tie.

  “Keep the tie on,” Tracy commanded, and he smiled and did what he was told, keeping his dress shirt on but unbuttoned. He unbuttoned his pants too, but then decided he couldn’t wait any longer and got on the bed. He covered Tracy, kissing her mouth, her chin, her neck, down to her shoulder. He pulled at her shoulder strap, sliding it down to her arm. She let go, surrendering herself to his desires.

  She knew he wasn’t being very careful with her dress, but she also knew that she could get him to buy her a hundred more. His animal lust was tearing through him, and she herself was no longer able to control her own desires. He slipped both of her arms out of her dress and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. He devoured them, licking and biting at each nipple in turn, and she was getting incredibly wet. When she had had enough, she pulled on his tie, letting him know who was still in charge.

  “Take off my shoes, and I’ll let you kiss up my legs,” she said, in command once again. She let go of the tie, and he moved to the edge of the bed. She hung her feet off the bed, and he gently removed the straps and took them off. He kissed her feet, sucking on each toe, before licking her legs all the way up.

  He pulled her dress up past her hips, so that it was scrunched up around her belly. She spread her legs, and he instantly dove in for her sopping wet opening. He began his furious licking and she felt her orgasm rising within her almost immediately, the desire she had felt since last night building within her. She pinched her nipples, and bit her lip, as a rush of pleasure passed through her.

  Mr. Hayes moaned as she bucked her hips, thrashing with the intensity of the orgasm. His tongue moved like a snake’s, in and out of his mouth, and the orgasm lasted long enough to make her sweat. She looked down at him, and his eyes were looking at her expectantly. She sat up, and pulled him in for a kiss. Same as last time, she tasted her own sweet cum, and it turned her on even more.

  “Stand up,” she demanded, and he was up in a flash. Tracy pulled his unbuttoned pants down, and immediately pulled down his boxers. He stepped out of his shoes and the pile of clothes around his ankles, while Tracy marveled at his cock once again. She began to stroke it while it hardened, quickly growing to it’s full length. She looked up at him as she licked the bottom of it, and he ran his fingers through her hair.

  When she took him in her mouth, he moaned a little to himself. She sucked on him for a few moments, before pulling away and saying, “Get on the bed.” He immediately sat, then lay down on the bed. Tracy positioned herself over him, so that they were in the 69 position. He eagerly went to town on her dripping vagina, and she followed suit, her tongue circling his shaft and caressing him with her mouth. Mr. Hayes hands were around Tracy’s ass, and soon one of them
had a thumb inside her slit, loosening her up gently. The pleasure was too much for Tracy to stand any longer. This is it, she thought to herself.

  She got off of him and turned around, positioning herself over his cock. It brushed against her pussy, and she almost let it enter, but waited. “Do you want this?” she asked. He nodded. She grabbed his tie, and again asked, as loudly as she could, “Do you want this?”

  “Yes, oh god yes, Tracy. I’ve never wanted any thing more in my life,” he whimpered.

  Her mind flashed back to the first dream she had had of his. “Then I think you deserve at least a taste,” she said, as she let him enter her. They both gasped together, and Mr. Hayes’ hands were on her ass in a heartbeat. He felt so huge inside her, better than she had imagined. Every stroke out filled her with longing for more, and each thrust in fulfilled it and made the yearning inside deeper. He pounded into her cunt, and Tracy began to scream with pleasure.

  He moved his hands up to her back, holding her against him as he thrust again and again. He was hitting the perfect spot, and she knew just how to make herself cum. She wrestled herself from his grasp, and thrust her tits into his face. He eagerly lapped at her nipples, grabbing both tits and pushing them together.

  She pulled on his tie, and he continued to plow her without mercy. Almost there, she thought. All of a sudden, he ran one of his hands up her back, his nails sending shivers up her spine. That’s it, she thought, as she contracted on his cock, and a gush of fluid splashed onto his cock. She collapsed into him a little, as he plunged into her with renewed vigor. When she regained her senses, she kissed him again, and he returned the kiss.

  She got up, no small feat after the mind-blowing orgasm she had just had. When she got to the edge of the bed, she grabbed Mr. Hayes’ tie and dragged him along behind her bringing him to the nearest wall. When she put her hands on the wall and got on her tiptoes, Mr. Hayes crouched down a little, and his rod found the hole it was designed to go in. Tracy reached back and grabbed Mr. Hayes’ tie, and pulled him in closer. He kissed her back while pushing her against the wall, and soon she was up against the wall completely, screaming as Mr. Hayes continued to push in and out of her.

  When she felt like her legs could no longer support her, she pushed him to the bed. “Sit here,” she commanded. He watched as she shook that ass in front of him, giving a dance that you’d normally have to go to a strip club to see. She backed up and put her hands on his knees, continuing to dance, her tight pussy just inches from his wet cock.

  She bent over a little, and felt his hands go to her ass. She slowly lowered herself onto him, giving him a great view of his dick penetrating her. She moved like she was in an exercise video, up and down, doing squats, filling herself with his cock while he moaned and groaned behind her. She again started to play with her tits, and knew what she wanted next.

  When her calves and thighs were on fire from the effort, she pulled Mr. Hayes up from the bed by his tie. She kissed at hum hungrily as his hands ran all over her body, his cock rubbing against her legs. This time, she laid down, and pulled him onto her.

  “Fuck me, Mr. Hayes, and cum deep inside me,” she ordered. He entered her, and she could feel his cock filling her completely. Soon she had her hands behind him, scratching his back, digging his nails into her. She didn’t even care if she drew a blood.

  “Fuck me harder,” she cried. “Harder!” He did as he was told, until sweat was dripping off of him and onto her. “HARDER! Cum in me! I want your cum!” she screamed, and she could hear him start to make a guttural grunt. He was fucking her so hard that the headboard was slamming into the wall, a rhythmic knocking that was in time with her waves of pleasure. Soon, his rhythm slowed down, becoming erratic, as he continued his grunt. The grunt turned into an animal roar, as he pumped streams of white cum into her body.

  She cried out with pleasure, feeling his fluids mixing with hers. He continued to pump, as she grabbed his tie again. “Every last drop. Fuck me until you can’t fuck any longer.” He did as he was told, and when she felt his cock begin to soften, she pulled him in, letting him stay within her for a few minutes. The two of them breathed heavily, their sweat mingling, and he softly kissed her shoulder. She felt she could die of contentment.

  ***

  When he finally pulled out, she went to the bathroom while he still lay there wrapped in satisfaction. She jumped in the shower, and in a minute or so Mr. Hayes joined her. She set the water on the digital display and turned on the steam function, reveling in the luxury. They smiled and wordlessly washed each other.

  The warm water felt amazing on her skin as he rubbed soap between his hands and down her back. She leaned into his hands as he worked the lather across her skin, gently exploring her body. She rinsed in the hot water and returned the soapy favor. He grabbed a big fluffy towel and dried her back before grabbing one himself. She watched as he dried his hair, some water droplets still hanging to his abs and chest. She reached out with her towel and dried them off, her hand brushing his skin. A tingle of electricity passed through her, but she could feel sleep pulling at her too hard. Maybe in the morning…

  They stumbled back to the bed and snuggled into each other, Tracy turned to him and whispered, “In case you were wondering, I am still not one of your whores. You will need to please me like this every time we go out, and I will still have things for you to do for me from time to time. I will not be easy, but I will be worth it.”

  He smiled, already half asleep. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Soon he had drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

  Tracy reflected on the events that had led her to the billionaire’s bed. She touched the scar on her forehead, knowing that the accident had truly saved her life when it could have killed her. She knew that she was happy here with Mr. Hayes, and she hoped that it would stay that way. She wondered if ability to read dreams would work on others, the idea of pleasing and enjoying other men like this sparking an ember of desire in her.

  She wondered if she would have more dreams from Mr. Hayes. This new power was something she was going to enjoy exploring and testing. She nestled deeper into his arms, drifting into sleep, and, for the first time that week, dreamed her own dreams.

  About the Author

  Krista Lakes is a newly turned 30 year old who recently rediscovered her passion for writing. She loves aquatic life and running marathons. She is living happily ever after with her Prince Charming and her bouncing baby boy.

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  If you liked Tracy’s story, check out the sequel!

  The Woman of Her Enemy’s Nightmares

  Tracy has positioned herself as billionaire Paul Hayes’ woman, successfully taking control of his social life and paying off all her bills. However, when a young woman from from his past threatens to steal him away, Tracy finds herself in less control than she thought. Will she let newcomer Jenna take away everything she’s worked so hard for, including the man she increasingly finds herself falling for?

  This 18000-word story includes teasing, dancing, and two women competing to give a lucky billionaire all he could ever ask for!

  SHATTERED

  By Adriana Hunter

  Katherine Hewitt waited in line at the Starbucks Drive-Thru, checking her watch every few minutes and trying not to tap her foot too impatiently. She really should have arrived ten minutes earlier, but she’d had a restless night and had fallen asleep late, resulting in her hitting the snooze button one too many times. It was ten minutes to eight and if she didn’t arrive with the coffee for the morning meeting she would be in hot water.

  She pulled up to the ordering screen and put in her order for five house blend, three with cream and sugar, one with just cream, and on
e black. Then she ordered a caramel macchiato for herself, and sat back while she waited for the car in front of her to roll forward. Her tired mind drifted back to work, to all the things she would have to get done for the day, while trying her hardest not to be distracted by the sexy, enigmatic powerhouse that was Mark Donaldson.

  In truth, she was only his front desk secretary—his personal secretary (or assistant, as the man liked to call himself) was Dave Harrison, tall, skinny and snooty-nosed, and very much crushing on their boss. Max had a tendency to tumble whichever woman was in his bed across his desk during his lunch hour, and Dave would get outrageously jealous and take it out on Katherine since he knew she had eyes for the boss as well. So he would dump tasks on her that were quite obviously his job—like fetching the morning meeting coffee.

  She collected and paid for the orders, then drove down Central Avenue and into the parking garage adjacent to the building Empire Creations was housed in. Balancing the two trays of coffee in her hands, she somehow managed to get to the office on the 30th floor without spilling any on the white blouse she wore—a miracle, since she’d already stained three shirts in as many weeks doing just this.

  Her low-heeled pumps clicked against the black tile floor as she headed past the wide console that was her desk, through the hall, and into the meeting room, where several staff were already waiting—including Mark, who was making notes on a pad of paper as he sat at the head of the table.