Anything He wants

I bite my lip nervously as I start lightly dusting off the bookshelf on the wall. As I do so, I throw in a little extra– I bend over and poke out my juicy ass while I dust. I look back at Cliff over my shoulder and the look of predation in his intense green eyes makes me feel all tingly. When he walks up behind me and grabs my waist, I nearly melt in his touch. His huge hands smooth down my waist and around to grope my ass. I playfully back up against him and he leans in, the two of us grinding on one another. I can feel his cock stiffening long and hard against my ass. Cliff’s hands move up my narrow waist to my arms and around to caress my ample breasts. I moan and rut back into him to ask for more. I know it’s naughty, I know it’s definitely inappropriate for a boss-employee relationship, but I can’t help it. I’ve been lusting after Cliff since the second he opened the door, and now there’s nothing to hold me back.

His hands gently grip my shoulders as he spins me around to face him. I feel a rush of exhilaration when his green eyes lock on mine and a devilish smirk crosses his handsome features. Cliff snaps his fingers and points to the floor.

I drop down to my knees in front of him. My heart is pounding. My mouth salivates at the possibility of what’s to come. I peer up at Cliff longingly.

“You say you’re eager to work,” he purrs as he slowly unzips his trousers. “I have your first assignment right here.”

I gasp at the size of his cock as it bounces free of his boxers. My eyes go wide and I open my mouth wider, splaying out my tongue. Cliff strokes his massive length in front of my face, and I can hardly wait to taste him. He lets go and uses both hands to gather my long brown hair together, grabbing it like a ponytail. Or like a set of reins. The tighter he grasps, the harder he tugs, the wetter I get between my soft thighs. I lean in close, breathing in his manly scent. I run my tongue up and down the side of his cock while my hand pumps his length, letting myself get acquired to this new sensation.

Then, without any more hesitation, I pull the thick head of his cock into my warm, wet mouth. I flick my tongue along the underside and moan with pleasure at how deliciously tight he feels in my mouth. His enormous size stretches my cheeks and lay heavy on my tongue. I push down further, inch by inch, until the tip of his glorious shaft brushes at the back of my throat. It’s a ticklish feeling, but not uncomfortable. In fact, as soon as Cliff starts to rock his hips and gently thrust down my throat, it’s all I can do to keep from dripping my sweet honey all over his perfect wood floors.

“Touch yourself while you suck my cock, Taylor,” he commands roughly.

I do as I’m told. I drop my hand between my legs and rub my achy, tingly clit through the lacy black lingerie. I moan around Cliff’s thickness as I bob up and down. I’m really getting the hang of it now, loving the forceful rhythm of his cock ramming down my throat again and again.

Drool drips down my chin. Come slicks up my fingers as I climax through my panties.

“Good girl,” Cliff coos. “Just like that. I’m almost there.”

He tightens his grip on my hair and pumps his cock harder and faster down my throat. I hollow out my cheeks, relax my jaw, and let him pound my pretty virgin mouth until his body tenses up. I feel him losing his grip. I suck him off with more gusto, eager to make him come. I’m desperate to please him, to give him whatever he wants.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he groans.

His cock spurts hot, salty seed down my throat. I gulp down every drop, licking his massive cock clean. I then look up at my new master with big, innocent eyes. I wipe my mouth and smile up at him sheepishly. He lets my hair fall around my shoulders again and takes my chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. He tilts my chin up and smiles down at me.

“That was excellent work. You’re a perfect fit for this position,” Cliff says.

He offers me his hand and I take it, getting to my feet.

“Really? I did good?” I ask, eyes shining.

Cliff nods. “Very good. Let’s make this official. You’re hired. You will report to work every day after classes. From here on out, you won’t need to hire a cab. I will send a car to pick you up. You’re working for me now,

Taylor. Your life is about to change.” “It is?” I breathe.

“Stick by me, Miss Snow, and you will never want for anything again in your life,” he assures me with a confident grin. “For this evening, I’ll hire you a car for the ride home. You need to get some rest, prepare for tomorrow.”

“What happens tomorrow?” I ask.

“Let’s just say you’ll get a taste of what a life with me has to offer,” he says cryptically.

And with that, he ushers me into the guest bedroom to change back into my black dress. We say our goodbyes, Cliff sends me off with a kiss on the cheek, and the hired car takes me back to campus. By the time I fall into bed, I’m dead-tired. I drop off into a dream, where I luckily get to see Cliff again. This time, we get a little bit closer. A little steamier.

Until I wake up the next morning for class. But knowing that I have alone time with Cliff to look forward to makes the day feel so much brighter. I skip off to class humming and smiling. I feel on top of the world when I walk into class and sit down next to Paisley. We chat a little while we wait for the professor to show up. I tell her about the housekeeper ad, about meeting Cliff– although I spare some of the filthier details. I halfexpect her to disapprove or call me crazy, but instead, Paisley is super supportive.

“Holy shit, girl,” she whispers. “You’re not a housekeeper. You’re a sugar baby.”

“Wait. What? Is that’s going on?” I gasp.

She laughs. “Of course, silly! He doesn’t want you to clean, he wants you to be his girlfriend. Treat him like a king. And in return, he’ll shower you in gifts and money.”

“How do you know all this?” I ask.

Paisley smirks. “Let’s just say I’ve dabbled a little in my time. But your situation is different. It sounds like you really like this guy.”

“I do,” I admit. “He’s almost old enough to be my dad, but he’s so sexy.”

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“So you approve? You think it’s a good idea?” I implore.

“Hell yeah, girl. Your folks cut you off, you need cash, and this sexy older man wants to give it to you. Sounds like a win all around!” Paisley gushes.

Between her excitement for me and my own excitement for the evening to come, I stare at the clock throughout class. Watching the seconds tick down to the moment of truth. Finally, class lets out for the day. I check my phone to find a text message from Cliff. My heart is pounding as I open it. He’s here, waiting for me!

I rush to the parking lot and light up like a firework when I see Cliff behind the wheel of an absolutely gorgeous black Aston Martin. He steps out to usher me into the passenger seat, a gentleman as always.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he greets me.

“Hi!” I reply excitedly.

He slides behind the wheel. I look over at him in his designer shades and sleek navy blue casual suit, drinking him in with hungry eyes. Every one of my senses is on fire just being close to him. He’s dressed impeccably, and he smells like the finest bourbon mixed with the fresh scent of a dense forest in rain. I stare in amazement. Watching his strong, veiny hands on the leather steering wheel. Seeing the light glint off his shiny luxury wristwatch. Hearing the purr of the Aston Martin’s engine as it rolls us into the center of the city.

“So, am I cleaning today?” I ask innocently.

Cliff smiles over at me. “Not quite. When was the last time you bought yourself something nice, Taylor?” he asks.

I blush. “Well, the other day I bought a fancy frappucino with whipped cream.”

“Consider today an upgrade to that,” he says smoothly.

We pull to a stop on a street famous for its high-priced designer shops and boutiques. The kind of stores I have no business visiting, even before my parents cut me off. I would normally feel out of place in a designer boutique– I know they know I can’t afford anything. But with Cliff, it’s a totally different experience. He puts his arm around my shoulders and guides me with confidence. He has the money to be here, and the swagger to let everyone know it. He has a commanding presence. People notice him and respect him on sight. Being with Cliff makes me feel invincible. We walk into one high-end shop after another, and every time, we’re flocked by sales associates hanging on Cliff’s every word. Women fawn over him. Men respect him. Cliff is the centerpoint of every room he walks into, but even more remarkably, I seem to be the centerpoint for him.

Cliff dotes on me, follows me around the shops, encourages me to try on obscenely pricey, luxurious clothes. He hand-selects jewelry for me. He makes sure I am happy, hydrated, and having fun the whole time. The sales associates bring us trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres while I flounce around in luscious gowns, killer shoes, and elegant lingerie. We spend hours shopping and racking up a bill that makes my eyes water, but Cliff doesn’t bat an eye. This is pocket change for him, just another day of luxury. He pays me so much attention, our conversations flowing like a waterfall. I’m wildly attracted to this slick, generous, charming master of a man. He makes me feel so secure and adored, and I can’t deny my intense desire to be alone with him again. I’m having so much fun, but I can think of even more enjoyable activities to do together.

Apparently, Cliff is on the same page. Because at the final boutique, while I’m trying on clothes, I’m surprised to see my handsome hulk of man slip into the dressing room with me. He places a finger over my lips to quiet me as he pins me back against the wall. I’m fully naked, and Cliff reaches down to cup my mound with one large, strong hand. His thumb finds my clit and begins to gently circle it. He presses his lips to mine as a sigh escapes my mouth. I rock against his hand, feeling my body bloom for him. His lips trail down my jaw, my ticklish neck, to my chest. Cliff flicks his tongue over one of my perky pink nipples and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. He suckles my nipple and tweaks it gently between his teeth while his thumb rubs circular, tight strokes on my sensitive clit. My legs start to shake.

Cliff stands up straight to whisper roughly in my ear, “Feels good, baby?”

“Mhmm,” I mumble.

Keeping his thumb on my clit, he slides one long finger inside my tight, virginal cunny. He has to use his free hand to cover my mouth as I whimper and sigh. His intense green eyes lock with mine as he fingers me upright in the dressing room. His finger sliding in and out of my pussy feels so divine, and the rhythmic strokes on my clit bring me closer and closer to coming.

I can still hear the muffled sounds of the boutique beyond the velvet curtain– the music playing, the click of stilettos on hardwood, the cheery murmur of conversation. We’re hidden, but only by a curtain. We’re not supposed to be in here together, and we’re definitely not supposed to be doing this. But instead of being scary, I’m turned on by the risk of getting caught. It adds an edge of extra sinfulness to the delicious pleasure burning through my body.

“Come for me, princess,” Cliff commands in a soft whisper.

He immediately swallows my moan in a kiss as my cunny gushes sweet, slick juices all down his hand and wrist. My thighs tremble violently through the orgasm and Cliff keeps me steady. He pulls out his fingers and sucks my honey off just as we both hear the sales associate approaching in her clicky heels.

“Miss Snow, can I be of assistance?” she asks, barely a few feet from the velvet curtain separating us from her.

“Nope! I’m good. Super good here,” I answer quickly.

“Yes, ma’am,” she says, and clicks away.

I release a deep breath and Cliff chuckles. He kisses me on the cheek, pats me on my bare ass, and whispers, “Get dressed. It’s time to go home.”

Still dripping wet and tingly all over from my sneaky climax, I put on my own cutesy pink dress, white socks, and wedge heels. We make our final enormous purchase of the day, and we head back to the car, laden with shopping bags. Cliff somehow manages to hold everything and my hand at the same time without looking insane. I don’t know how does it, but he possesses this infinite coolness. He’s always in command, even without trying. It’s addictive and exhilarating to be around him, especially since all of his charms are focused on me.