CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

X ander ended the phone call and called out to his secretary, who was situated outside his office door.

He didn’t care how much the tall brunette heard about anything. She was paid three times the industry average and received quarterly bonuses that would please most corporate chief executives.

In other words, she kept her mouth shut.

“Yes, sir?” Miranda replied.

“Book the jet. We’re heading back to America,” he ordered, searching through the papers on his desk. When she didn’t respond, he looked up. “Is there an issue?”

She shook her head.

“No, sir. I was waiting for a time and date,” she replied.

Oh.

Good point.

He was just so damn excited to be finally going into execution mode. Real goddamn tests on real subjects. Finally!

“Fuck, right. Tonight, tomorrow. As soon as possible.”

“I’m not sure I can get it back here that quickly, Mr. Tomassi. I will do my best,” she answered. “And don’t forget you have dinner with the ambassador this evening.”

“Yes, alright.” He’d forgotten the jet had returned stateside. “Then as soon as possible. Once you’ve done that, can you get my wife on the phone.”

It was time she came home and stopped fucking whatever boy toy had been keeping her pussy company. If she was lucky, he might even have his turn with her.

Actually, probably not.

She had excellent breeding as a wife and armpiece to take out into society, but as far as bedroom antics went, my God, she was as vanilla as a tub of ice cream. Xander liked it more on the kinky side. There were times he liked to be in charge, especially when it came to females he met around town. But what really tightened his balls was a good session of whips and leather. Preferably with him in the leather and the whip on his ass. Or better yet, over his cock.

Yes, after a long day of being in charge, crawling on the floor while a mistress slashed away at his cock was the biggest fucking aphrodisiac he’d ever come across.

The last witch he’d paid had made him sit between her legs on his knees sucking on her pussy for hours. While she screamed out her pleasure, his hands had been cuffed behind his back, his dick hard with no relief. It had been pure torture. And fucking amazing.

Eventually, the woman had pushed him onto his ass and ridden him like a horse. He’d come in an instant, earning him her disgust, which had just seen him harden again.

Xander would likely go back.

He liked her.

And now he was goddamn hard.

“Miranda!” he called out. Her face appeared around the corner. “Is Elizabeth still here?” She nodded. “Send her in.”

A minute later, his finance manager walked in. “Mr. Tomassi, you wanted to see me?”

He smiled.

“Yes, close the door please,” he instructed. As she turned to do as he asked, Xander continued. “We’ve had the go-ahead to proceed.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. She was a pretty woman. Not overly slim or excessively overweight. Average, he’d describe her as. She had shoulder-length dark hair, chocolate skin, and large eyes.

It was her lips which had caught his attention years ago, and from time to time, he made use of them. In between, she managed his more delicate financial matters.

“I see,” she replied. He knew she was not comfortable with what they were doing, but like Miranda, she was paid excessively to ensure she continued to do what was necessary. “I’ll send out the appropriate documentation to ensure payment is processed.”

Xander nodded, then pushed his seat back.

“There’s another matter I’d like you to attend to today.” Elizabeth knew the drill. His words were ones he’d spoken many times before. Her eyes dropped to his pants, back to his face, and she nodded.

As she walked around his desk, he undid his belt and dropped his fly. He was now hard as fuck. Elizabeth dropped to her knees and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Wait,” he said, opening a few of her buttons and pushing her shirt open. “Pull your tits out of your bra.”

“I—” Elizabeth began.

He began to stroke his cock. “This can go easily for you or not. You decide as always, Elizabeth.”

He was a fair man, after all.

Two sizeable breasts appeared as if by magic. God, they were magnificent. If she were slimmer and came from a better family, he’d consider making her his wife. But alas, she loved carbs. And her father was an engineer or some fucking thing. Mechanic, maybe.

Whatever.

He leaned forward and sucked on a nipple while his hand stroked his cock. She groaned as his teeth kneaded them, plucking hard, which got the reaction he wanted. He gripped one of them and considered coming all over her chest.

No. He needed to play more tonight. He nudged her legs wider, and Elizabeth moved into position. Xander removed his tie, and he put her hands behind her back, tying them.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, I want you to suck me like you are starving.” Guiding his cock into her mouth, she took him in deep and long.

Fuck yes.

Bobbing her head, she worked him, her mouth hot and talented. It was why he chose her again and again.

“God, I love fucking your mouth.”

Quickly, he shot his cum down her throat as she gagged.

When he pulled out, she licked her lips and used her shoulder to wipe her chin.

One look at those tits again, and Xander knew he wasn’t done. He took her chin and ran his thumb over it. “I’m going to taste you today. Are you okay with that?”

The thing with control, or at least coercing it from others, was making them think they were the ones in the driver’s seat. He always asked, giving the impression they were the ones making the decision. But deep down, they knew they only had one choice.

He knew they only had one choice.

The game was deliciously erotic, nevertheless.

Predictably, she nodded.

He helped her stand up and lifted her onto his desk.

“Legs wide. Let’s see that pussy.” He ripped her panties down and let them hang off one ankle. “Are you juicy and wet for me?”

Glancing up, he saw her watching him. In her eyes was a healthy dose of judgment. That wouldn’t do. Xander opened another drawer and pulled out a fresh tie.

“What are you doing?” she asked, panic filling her eyes. Elizabeth was comfortable when they stayed on script. Today, he was changing things up.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered, reaching up and using the tie as a blindfold. “Now lie back.” With a hand on her stomach, he nudged her down, knowing her hands would be very uncomfortable behind her, but they would serve to thrust her pussy up and open, and push her tits in the air, and hell, that was very helpful.

When she began to resist, he shushed her. “Do I need to gag you?” he asked, running a finger through her moist folds. “Shit, Elizabeth, you are wet today. I don’t know if I should use my mouth or dick on you first.”

She moaned.

“Both, you say?” She hadn’t.

Xander licked his lips and lowered his face, using his entire mouth to take possession of her mound. He sucked and swallowed all her goodness. God, he loved eating pussy. Preferably not his wife’s.

He nipped at her clit, circling as he stroked his cock. His finger slid further back and teased her rear hole. She jumped. He knew she hated it, and yet loved it.

Elizabeth moaned.

He smacked her pussy, and she cried out.

Opening a drawer, he removed a dildo and slid it over her wet folds. “You’re getting the full treatment today. Are you grateful?”

Moans came from her mouth, but Xander was too far gone. He pressed the phallic object inside her and sucked her clit with vigor, watching as she began vibrating with her orgasm.

He pulled it out.

“Not yet, you dirty girl,” he sneered and laughed when Elizabeth cried out.

“Xander, please. I need it.”

“You come when I tell you.” God, women were such whores.

Xander pressed it in again, and she arched the few inches available. He gripped her thigh and widened her further. It was time. His cock needed to be inside that wet heat.

God, Elizabeth was lucky. Every day she came to work, every day knowing this was a possibility, and today had been her day. He stood, slipped on a condom, and thrust inside her.

They both groaned.

He reached out and grabbed her breasts, using his thumbs to press her hard, dark nipples. “You may come.”

When she began to orgasm, he covered her mouth with his palm and rode her hard until he was spent.

Good employees—they were worth their weight in gold.