Billionaire's Obsessed love

Chapter 11

He frowns at me. “I think I like you better when you’re sick. At least then you do as I say without questioning me. It’s just champagne. If I wanted to have my wicked way with you, I would have done so when you were half-naked in the jet.”

Trust him to remind me of that. I take the glass from him deciding I may need the courage of the champagne after all. I take a sip and the liquor goes down easy.

“Are you sure you’re feeling better?” he asks me and I wonder if this makes the third or fourth time he is asking me this question.

When I take long to respond, his hand goes up to my forehead. “Hmm. Still a little warm,” he comments. “I’m no doctor but I think you should take it easy for a day or two.”

“I intend to. As soon as I get to my apartment.”

 “Hmm.”

“Do you have the address?” I enquire.

“Don’t need it.”

We continue the rest of drive I silence before I realize the direction we are going does not lead to my apartment in Crystal Court.

“You’re going the wrong way,” I inform him. “The driver took the wrong turn.”

“No, he hasn’t. Why don’t you relax?”

“But I—”

He kisses me unexpectedly shutting me up. He’s not made any intimate gesture towards me since the kiss in my mother’s kitchen, which I wondered if he regretted the exchange. Now as he kisses me into oblivion again, it’s obvious he regrets nothing.

I blink several times when he moves away from me and although my cheeks are aflame from the fire his kiss kindled in me, I try to act as though I am kissed unexpectedly every day and so I am not affected.

“My apartment is—” I started again and he reached over, claiming my lips once more. This time he kisses me longer and deeper. Still, I angle my head to better receive his kisses, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

He pulls back from me and I can hear my breathing embarrassingly harsh and panting to my ears.

 “Why are you doing that?” I ask.

“What? This?”

This time I expect his kiss but I don’t make any attempt to get away. His lips were too arousing on mine. I feel like I am getting a fever all over again. When our lips part for the third time, I immediately go on the offensive and press my hands towards his chest to ward off another kiss.

“Wait. Will you stop doing that? I can’t think when you do.”

His grin is irresistible. “Good. That’s exactly the purpose of these kisses.”

 “I want to go to my apartment,” I inform him, cringing to one corner in the event he tries to kiss the senses from me again.

He nods at me. “I will bring you to your apartment. In due time.”

“Why not now?”

 “Does it matter why you’re here?”

“Of course it matters. None of this makes sense. You don’t make any sense. I’m still trying to find out if you’re sane.”

“I assure you, I’m very much a sane man. Except when I am around you.”

Before I can react, his hand shifts from my shoulders and down my arms to span my small waist. He pulls me closer to his body so I can feel his hard body against mine. I gasp but instead of stepping away, I grip his shoulders to steady myself. I can’t help it. When he pulls me into his arms, I go all putty. I don’t know myself different from Play-Dom.

“This is what you do to me, Amelia,” he says, his lips so close to mine I can taste his words. He brings his pelvis in contact with mine. “And there’ll be no s*x,” he replies, his tongue flickering out to lick the corner of my mouth.

At that thought, I snap out of it.

“You’re not Daniel’s woman,” I scold myself quietly. “If anything, he just sees you as amusement.”

What would a man like Daniel want with a woman like me anyway? I do not fit in with all this luxury and I would do best to remember that. I am nothing but the latest amusement for Daniel. I recall Jess going on about the different women he was seen with when she had goggled him.

I vow I wouldn’t be the latest in a string of Daniel’s temporary lovers.

I’d tried my best to not look dowdy in comparison to him as I got dressed. I am wearing another dress, not what I originally planned to wear but there’s something about being with Daniel that makes me feel ultra-feminine. That makes me want to dress up. And when he’d taken his first look of me, fully dressed, his eyes had reflected approval.

It makes me feel good. Too good. Just as walking beside him now, my hand in his makes me feel like I’m the most important woman in the world. Not even the FLOTUS has anything on me, the way I feel walking beside Daniel.

The morning is glorious, with clear blue skies and a sun that is shining down on us as if in approval. The restaurant we go to is a combination of bakery and restaurant that serves lunch and brunch. We occupy a two-seater table and I realize though we haven’t said much since leaving his condo, it’s not an uncomfortable silence between us.

“You’re not checking the menu?” I ask him as my eyes rove over the menu, trying to locate something I want to eat. I am starving and I note the breakfast menu is very pricey.

“I already know what I’m going to order,” he answers and I could feel his eyes on me, making me uncomfortable.

“Will you find something to do other than stare at me?” I finally quip. “Don’t you know staring is impolite?”

 “I’m not staring, you’re just in my line of vision,” he says with a grin and I roll my eyes, a little breathless at the banter between us. I am getting too used to this.

The waitress comes by to take our order and I notice the way she looks almost flirtatiously at Daniel. She seems to know him by name which explains his ability to order without looking at the menu. It’s a place he often eats. She takes my order, barely dragging her eyes away from Daniel, turning again to ask him if he is sure he doesn’t want anything else before she moves on.

Her interest in him makes me jealous. A feeling I’m not used to any at all. I’ve never had cause to be jealous before but here I am feeling like Daniel is all mine and I don’t want any other woman to notice how fine he is.

“I called your mother as I promised you I would,” he tells me. “She’s a nice lady.”

“Yes, she is,” I agree.

The waitress returns with our breakfast which becomes my distraction. We eat in silence for a bit as I savor the meal. It’s really good and I’m quite positive it’s not just my hunger talking.

“You’re very close to her, aren’t you?” Daniel ask, taking me off guard.

I swallow the bite of cinnamon roll in my mouth. “Close to who?”

“Your mother.”

“Oh yes, she raised me,” I reply, my focus on the cinnamon bun as I tear off another piece and pop it into my mouth.

 “Why? What happened to your father.” 

I look away from the sticky bun to him, then bow my head, a little somber. “My father live with his secret lover and children.”

He reaches across the table and covers my hand with his. “I understand,” he empathizes. “That’s horrible,” I gasp, knowing the loss of a parent never truly goes away. “My dad was ban corrupt so he can’t support us financially he left us. I have sister jess she is school teacher. I support my family doing 2 jobs for fulfill their requirements.”

“See, we have something in common,” he says with a smile and squeezes my hand reassuringly before letting go.

My hand feels empty with his gone and I slowly place it on my lap. We eat in relatively silence afterwards as I withdraw from him emotionally. I can’t let the fact that our dad left when we were kids distract me from everything else that’s happening between us. He doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. He is way too bossy. Plus, I’ve not forgotten how he threatened me.

He doesn’t even entertain me when I attempt to pay for my own breakfast. Again, way too controlling. We walk back to his condo and I am relieved yet oddly disappointment when he doesn’t hesitate to load my suitcases in his car. I can’t help thinking he seems eager to get rid of me now after he made such a big fuss of me staying with him.

Amelia, I don't know how to say it but whenever I see you, I want to kiss those luscious lips of yours. I want to do every single thing which comes into my mind. I don't know why I am so attracted to you.

Saying this he slammed his cold lips on mine. At first I was shocked but then I reciprocated Slowly.

I do not know why I did it. It just seemed to happen, like I was floating under some spell. I met his crystal blue eyes, he smiled at me and now...

This man I had just met as my boss,now I'm in his bed, his fingertips gliding lightly over my n*****s, his hands firmly grasping my breasts. I knew very well from his smell that he loved wearing cologne, the musky scent of the pheromones that he released was more than enough in making me heady. I was already drunk and this was much more than I could resist.

I gasped as his lips touched me there, sucking my n****e into his mouth. He squeezed my breasts more tightly, bunching them together so that he could flick his tongue back and forth between them.

I held him tightly, pushing his head into my bosom. I reveled in the feel of his hot, naked body against mine and breathed in deep, ragged breaths.

He left my breasts, trailing his tongue down my cleavage, to my stomach and gently licked my belly button. He continued further, grazing my sparse bush, then kissed my c******s.

The touch was electric and I bucked my hips against his face. He stroked my hips and thighs, smoothly spreading my legs to gain better access to my treasure spot.

His tongue rasped against my p***y lips, spreading them, arching between them, hitting my opening. I inhaled sharply at the intensity of the contact. Oh, yes, he dragged his tongue slowly upwards, meeting again my c******s. He sucked it slowly, agonizingly, into his mouth then circled his tongue around and around my tiny bud.

Noises were starting to escape my lips. My hands pressed down hard on the bed, helping my hips lift against his mouth. He started chewing my p***y, slowly at first, then plunging in like a banshee. My madman started going at me like a person starved and I started screaming. The pleasure was too much, too intense. I was breathing to fast, chest heaving upwards, crotch bucking wildly as he feasted on my s*x.

I let out a scream as first one finger, then two invaded my v****a. He pushed them in slowly, while eating rapidly. The contrast in speed was nudging me closer, closer to the edge. He grasped upwards with his fingers, ticking my insides, making me twitch and convulse. I grabbed his shoulders, pressing him onto me.

Then I let out a rushed 'Oh my God!' as another finger quickly pushed against, then popped into, my anus.

"s**t, s**t, s**t," I yelled, then squealed and lost all my breath as a shocking o****m tore through my body. I froze, still and tight as I fought to take a breath. My body was paralyzed with pleasure for long, eternal seconds, until finally air came rushing into my lungs along with intense pleasure. I agonized as tremors rushed up and down my body and suddenly all my muscles lost control. I jerked and bucked and screamed as wave after wave of o****m ripped through me.

My legs flopped, my arms flapped, my throat screamed as he continued to assault my anus with one finger, my p***y with two and my c**t with his lips and tongue. He kept the pressure on and I felt myself losing it. Each trembler of o****m took more out of me. Pleasure so high it hurt. I tried to push his head away, he resisted, forcing me to c*m again. I screamed, losing my breath once more as my body rose off the bed into his face.

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," was all I said before descending into a hazy fog of wracking, continual, unbearable pleasure.

Slowly he took out his hard shaft and started stroking it. I can see the precum on its head. He inserted his shaft with one go. Tears started brimming inside the corners of my eyes but he cooed at me like a baby. 

After some time, the pain was replaced with pleasure and I got lost In the world of ecstasy.

He spends a lot of time on the car phone, talking business while on our way to my apartment, although it is the weekend. It comes to my mind then that I don’t know what to do this coming Monday. Was I going to report to work? He stated that’s the reason he came for me in Reading but he hasn’t said anything since about work. Everything that has happened between us from the moment I saw him outside Aldi’s has been personal. Where in my job description is it written to kiss the boss? To have him personally take care of me while I am sick? To make out with him? Or to have breakfast with him?

It’s a relief when we drive up to my apartment building. It’s not the skyscraper Daniel’s building is but runs wide with only two floors. The top floor is accessible by exterior stairs.

 “You don’t” I start to tell him he doesn’t have to get out the car but he’s already outside and walking around to my door to open. This is not something I’m used to from men these days and I’m impressed that he goes through the trouble.

“Which apartment’s yours?” he asks when I get out the car.

“104, top floor,” I respond.

We get the suitcases from the trunk and I lead the way up the stairs, the suitcase bumping along the stairs and our footsteps the only sound. Outside my apartment, he rests my suitcase at the door and I turn to him nervously. I don’t know what to say to him. I feel like I should be thanking him but I couldn’t determine for what. Taking care of me while I was sick? The unexpected o****m? Breakfast?