Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 12

*EXTREMELY MATURE CHAPTER! NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG VIEWERS! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!*

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He still walked around to my side of the car but pushed me against the door, pressing his body into mine. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair until I was looking at him.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Genevieve. Do you want this?” And I knew there was a double meaning to his question.

“Yes, Dominic, I do. I want this so bad,” I admitted as I held onto his sides.

He smiled wickedly, “Such a good slüt,” he whispered and then his lips are on mine.

I moaned as he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entry. I granted it and his tongue caressed my tongue. His free hand trailed down my back to my äss and he squeezed one of the cheeks and I moaned again, this time louder.

He started kissing down my neck and I pulled him closer, needing to feel his body all over me.

“You’re so eager for me,” his hot breath fanning against the wet skin of my neck.

“Dom, please,” I didn’t know what I was asking for but I knew that he would know. He would know exactly what I needed.

“Are you coming home with me, Genevieve?” He was staring into my eyes now.

I knew if I said yes there would be no going back. I couldn’t just be his personal assistant anymore. I would be his... what? His fück buddy? His slüt?

“Yes,” I breathed out, still clutching his sides.

“Get in the car then, slüt,” and he smacked my äss when I moved around him to get into the door he had opened.

“Yes, Dom,” I said and got in, my mind was made up the moment I first saw him. I didn’t care what happened after tonight. If he fired me tomorrow, I would be content because at least I got what I wanted.

When he started the car I moaned, loving the feeling of the rumble of the car underneath me.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said in wonder, reversing out of the spot and then driving back up the alley and out onto the main road.

I whimpered as he took the zipper at the front of my breast and tugged but didn't pull it down.

“I want this off of your body, Genevieve. I want to see what’s underneath.”

I gasped and looked out the windows. What if someone saw? What if someone saw how slütty I was for him.

“The windows are as tinted as legally possible. No one can see you, Princess. Go ahead and unzip that dress for me.”

I took a deep breath and looked at him as I unzipped the dress and peeled it away from my skin. I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress so I had heart pasties covering my nïpples.

“Oh, fück,” I heard him whisper as he adjusted himself while looking at my half naked figure.

“Take them off,” he growled, staring at my breasts.

I peeled the pasties off and my n*****s grew under his stare.

I look out the window to make sure that what he said was true and we pass by a family in a car and none of them look our way.

“Dom,” I moan as I tugged one of my nïpples, suddenly turned on by the fact that if anyone looked hard enough they could probably see my naked figure.

“You’re such a good slüt for me, Genevieve. Do you want to make me happy?”

“Yes,” I moaned as I look at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

“I am,” I answered, rolling my nïpple between my fingers now.

“No, touch yourself like the slüt you are.” His eyes stared at my white lace covered mound.

“Oh, God,” I whisper but complied like the slüt he knew I was.

I rubbed my fingers against my core through my panties, moaning at the sensitivity of it.

“Inside,” he commanded, sharply.

I pulled my panties to the side and rubbed my clït gently, still rolling a nïpple between the fingers of my other hand.

“Dominic,” I moan, already so close, knowing that if I applied the right amount of pressure I could cúm right here on his leather seats.

“Rub faster,” he commanded and licked his bottom lip.

I complied, breathing heavily. I was frightened, but turned on by the fact that he had so much control over me. I had never done this before, never even dreamed of doing this before, yet here I was rubbing myself in his car.

I wanted him, though. I wanted his fingers, his mouth, all of him, but at this moment, I would settle for the words that left his plump lips.

“I’m gonna cúm, Dominic,” I whimpered as I shut my eyes, rubbing myself towards my climax.

“No, you are not,” he spit through his teeth and my eyes pop open wide.

I slowed my rubbing, my core throbbing, wanting my climax.

“I didn’t say to slow down,” he grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed harshly.

“If I don’t slow down I’m going to cùm,” I whined.

I needed something filling my aching hole. I needed his hands on my body.

“If you cûm I’m going to punish you,” he threatened, a mischievous smile playing on his lips now.

He wanted me to fail. He wanted to punish me and since I’m such a good slüt, I gave him what he wanted.

I rubbed my clït faster now, full on sprinting towards the finish line. I was moaning and he was pinching my n****e. He knew I was going to cûm and he was helping me.

“Oh, fück. Dominic, yes!”

My vision blurs and my back arches as the explosion from my core sends hot liquid pouring out of me. My brain feels like its pushing on the inside of my skull and I lose my hearing.

After I come down from my climax my breathing returns to normal and I push the panties back into place.

“Your face is so pretty when you cüm,” he cooed, his knuckles grazing my cheek.

I blushed and suddenly felt self-conscious. I zipped the dress back up, not bothering with the pasties.

He grabbed my hand and held it in my lap and I was filled with glee. He just helped me cüm. My boss, who is 13 years older than I am, just helped me cüm.

′Yeah, you’re definitely a slüt now.′

He squeezed my hand lightly before saying, “You know I’m going to have to punish you when we get to my house, don’t you? You came when I told you not to. You disobeyed me and I’m going to spank you. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, sir,” I smiled shyly.

I wondered if it was going to be anything like my dream this morning.