The Boss's Orders: Alpha Male Billionaire Office Romance by Cat Carmine Page B

muscles, all flexed as he holds himself back, his steely grey eyes burning a hole into my soul.
    “Please, William. Please fuck me, sir.”
    With a groan, he slams his dick all the way inside of me. I scream out at the intensity of it. Then he slides back out slowly.
    “Say it again.”
    “Please fuck me, sir.”
    He plows into me one more time, then again slowly withdraws. I can feel every single sensation as his dick slides through the length of me. Then the hollowness as he withdraws.
    “Again.”
    “Fuck me, sir. Please.”
    With another grunt he slams back in. This time he doesn’t withdraw. He grips my hips and pistons his cock in and out, pounding away at me like a jackhammer. I try to grip him with my knees before I remember my legs are tied. I settle for trying to scooch down lower on the desk so that I can keep him closer, tighter.
    He puts a hand on my rib cage, pressing hard to keep me from moving, and he continues to pound his dick into my wet hot pussy. I can feel wetness leaking out of me, soaking both of us. I want to reach down and touch my clit, but with my hands tied, I can’t.
    William slides his hands under my ass and lifts my hips a little, just enough that the angle changes and he can get in even deeper. He’s fucking me hard now, so hard that I feel like I might break.
    I look up at his face, and realize he’s gazing at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. I realize then that I belong to him, body and soul. There’s no walking away from this. There’s only falling.
    I’ll do whatever I can to please this man.
    I clench my pussy muscles tighter around him. He reaches down to stroke my clit with his thumb, circling it slowly the way he knows that I like. I feel the orgasm start to rip through me, violent as an earthquake, taking over my body. I want to grab onto his shoulders or wrap my legs around him and I strain against the ties. The sensation sends me even further over the cliff and I scream his name over and over and over as I come.
    William smiles down at me and his smile is so deliciously wicked that I almost come again. He holds my thighs and forces himself deeper into me, thrusting without withdrawing, keeping himself buried deep in my warm folds.
    I feel his dick spasm inside me and see the look of something I can’t name cross over his face. Then he’s filling me with white hot seed.
    He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. Now it’s my turn to smile. He looks up and kisses me. Not being able to use my hands to caress him is driving me crazy, but in a good way. The tightness of the cords is keeping me excited.
    William glances down at the big silver watch on his wrist.
    “Shit. I have a meeting to get to.”
    “Huh. Don’t you have a secretary who’s supposed to remind you of these things?”
    He grins. “Yes, I believe I do. She’s obviously not very good at her job though. I think I’m going to have to punish her.”
    “I think so too. Maybe you should leave her tied up and spread naked on your desk while you’re at your meeting. Maybe that will teach her.”
    William’s face changes immediately. Darkness covers his features, as strange and sudden as a solar eclipse. He has never exactly exuded warmth, but now he is downright glacial.
    He moves around to the top of the desk and unties my hands without a word. I sit up and rub my wrists and watch in confusion as he unties the cords that bind my ankles to his desk.
    “Did I do something wrong?” I finally ask.
    William glares me. “No. But apparently I did.”
    “What are you talking about?” My gut is churning. I feel like I’ve fucked something up and I don’t even know what it is.
    “I think you should go,” he says quietly. His tone is scarier than if he were yelling. It’s ice cold and filled with barely repressed rage.
    And I have no idea why.

19

William
    I don’t go to my meeting because — fuck it. I’m the boss and I don’t have to go if I don’t want to. I don’t care if that