The Billionaire's Bully

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Olyse was still in the office at nine pm. He wasn't so busy at such an hour, but he dreaded having to go back to his cold and empty house. He had given the architect specific instructions about how he wanted his house to be built. The job had come out beautifully well but Olyse found out too late how big, cold and silent his house was. Olyse moved into his house a little over a year ago and he missed living with his mother and two sisters, but he was too ashamed to go back home. He improvised by returning so late, eating the cold dinner left by his cook and going to bed immediately after to prevent having to listen to the silence of his house. Some days, Olyse left music playing to keep the silence at bay. Other days, he could not stand the sound of music as it failed to cheer him.

Tonight was one of those nights when he did not mind staying behind the closed door of his office doing nothing. He, however, was forced to leave when he heard the cleaners moving about in the office complex. The silence of his house beckoned and he moved to respond. Olyse had his house built thirty minutes away from the city and it was still too early for him to be home. He gave orders for his driver to take a longer route so that he would stay out longer.

Olyse's personal driver had been driving for Olyse for two years and he did not speak much. The driver did not mind taking the odd directive and did not say a word as he took a turn. He knew it would take them about forty-five minutes to get home. Ten minutes out, Fernando heard his boss quickly order him to stop by a woman who was standing outside a restaurant holding her hand out obviously for a cab.

Olyse was not aware of the words which made his driver stop by the designer. When the little fireball sat beside him without acknowledgement, Olyse was amused. But after the little woman gave an address to his driver, he realised that the designer was not completely in her senses. Fernando looked at him through the rearview mirror asking for what to do. Olyse shrugged, giving his driver the choice to make. By the time the vehicle was back on the road, Olyse heard the quiet sniffling indicating crying. He was at a loss about what to do about it. He did not know if he should hold her or if he should let her know that she was not alone. Ten minutes later, the crying had subsided and the designer's breathing slowed down to let Olyse know that she had fallen asleep.

When Fernando parked the car in front of the huge house, Olyse came out from behind the driver's seat and shut the door before asking his driver why they were at his house and not the address the woman had mentioned. Fernando admitted to forgetting the address immediately after joining the slow traffic and had been constrained over asking the woman to repeat her address.

Olyse walked to the other side of the car, opened the door and waited for the woman to join him. When it became obvious to him that he would have to carry her out, he walked to his front door and punched in the code to open the door before walking back to carry the little subdued fireball into his house. She turned in his arms to snuggle closer and Olyse knew that he would be waking her up soon. She might not have been aware of getting into his car, but he would make sure to let her know about getting into his bed.

Items of clothing trailed down the floor from the open anteroom to the living room, where the couple could go no further from. Lips locked in battle, tongues both giving and receiving in dominion and submission subsequently. Control is lost or abandoned, none of them cared much about that. Carde was shaking so hard that she thought her legs would give way underneath her. Olyse grabbed Carde at that time, raising her up so that her legs were hugging his buttocks as he joined them. Their movements were impatient, driving them both to quick release.

That should have been Carde's cue to turn back, pick up her discarded clothing, saving what self-respect she had left by leaving for her apartment, but she allowed herself to be led deeper into the house and deeper into losing all of her dignity. Carde had never had casual s*x and she did not believe that she could be cajoled into having s*x with someone she barely knew. Someone like Olyse Anderton would not have made it in her list of men that she dated. It certainly wasn't because Olyse was not handsome enough. In fact, the young billionaire's looks would sway any woman below sixty and Carde was well aware of how heated she had felt earlier in the day when she saw him in his underwear. Olyse had the body of a man who had good genes and did some workouts to keep fit and hard. Carde liked men who were confident but not arrogant. Olyse definitely had the confidence of a man who knew his worth and not about money. Carde had seen a little of the most coveted bachelor in Mandolin to decide that he wasn't arrogant. She wasn't particularly convinced that Olyse respected the women he bedded, and that should have driven Carde home, but her traitorous body ignored her brain's warnings.

Carde was led to a room that looked like it had seen many ladies lose their senses as they screamed out Olyse's name in pleasure. The bed deflated any reservations Carde might have held on to. Turning her gaze from her survey of the room, Carde caught the open look of hunger in Olyse's eyes. There was no shade in his gaze as his eyes swept down over her underwear-clad body. They had rushed through the first time, so instead of taking their underwear off, both Carde's bra and pants were askew. A little self-conscious, Carde looked away and stylishly adjusted her bra and while her hands moved down to the pants, her bra dropped down to the ground. Olyse's hands were on hers to stop them in their act. Carde stepped forward, not having heard Olyse approach.

One step was all Carde took before she felt her legs hanging in the air and her lips captured in sweet ecstasy. This time, the kiss was slow and sensual, like they were both tasting, drinking each other's lips to savor its sweetness. Carde's feet dropped to the ground without losing the support of Olyse's one hand behind her back to keep her closer still, while the other hand traced her face, neck, down to her breast where the pace was slowed to softly and thoroughly knead each other till the hardness of the n*****s made Carde turn her face away from the kiss. Olyse was already dropping to his knees as Carde tried to guide his head down to her breasts so that his lips could capture her right n****e between them. She followed him down to the soft rug that had aided the sensation of floating after she had been dropped to lie sideways as Olyse followed her guide to take the erect pink n****e into his mouth.

The cold wet tongue and the intense feeling made Carde raise her body, giving Olyse a better opportunity to grab onto her breast. Pleasure coursing through Carde led her to writhe her body, grinding on the parts of Olyse she could without breaking the hold he had on her lips. Carde ran timid fingers on Olyse's head, holding him to her and molding his head to according to the tempo at which he was suckling her. By the time attention was moved to the other n****e, Carde was ready to scream Olyse's name over and over again.

Olyse knew that what he was experiencing exceeded any experience he'd ever had. He knew that he was giving up control and he did not want to stop. The little fireball rubbing herself on him was bringing him closer to sweet release and he wasn't ready yet to go over. The first time had been quick, the second should have taken longer, but the woman clearly was doing something to take the brakes out of his reach. He had to stop her or he would no longer be able to give her the pleasure he intended.

When Olyse raised his head to stare down at Carde, who had sometimes, somehow gotten under him, Carde felt cold and tried to pull Olyse down on her. The fluid motion executed by Olyse when he grabbed both her hands to placed them under her buttocks face down before pinning her with his body once again, both hurt and excited Carde. She watched with glazed eyes as he kissed her quickly on the lips, then diverted his mouth to suck on parts of her upper body Carde had not known could give pleasure. Lower on Carde's body was the direction Olyse took in triggering hidden sensors of delight, bringing Carde to a point where she could do nothing but moan with such intensity that Olyse was riding high on satisfaction and strong pride at exuding such a response out of Carde.

Tears were running down Carde's face when she lost sanity as she bucked her hips further on Olyse's face where his tongue was sending powerful tremors through her body on her sensitive c**t. Waves of pleasure held her down after she poured out wildly on Olyse, who just smiled and climbed up quickly to smoothly enter her warming v****a.

Minutes after they had both sprawled aside panting in careless abandon, Olyse turned to see that Carde was already snoring lightly. He carried her up to bed before he entered his bathroom to clean up. On his return, he had a clean towel which he used to clean Carde thoroughly.

Olyse was sitting in his kitchen after eating his cold dinner thinking over the events of the past hours. Carde was the only woman who wasn't his family and employee, to enter his house. And on the same night, he had been unable to resist taking her to his bed.