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Excerpt
Tilton
Spidermach was pissed off. Once again it was not even ten o’clock in the
morning and he was physically in utter agony. If he had to suffer through
another moment sporting the most persistent hard-on in recent memory then
someone was going to pay and it might as well be the saucy little bird
sitting so primly before him.
After
all, his present condition was entirely her fault.
TS
Properties, headquartered in Manhattan with satellite offices in a few key
countries, was the throne for the admired and adored billionaire playboy.
He worked hard and played harder, indulging his most wicked whims along
the way.
Power,
intelligence, and confidence, Spider’s entire existence screamed out
that he had all three qualities in abundance and knew how to use them to
get what he wanted. Within the business world his reputation was highly
respected, he was considered always honest and was also slightly feared
because failure was not acceptable.
His
private life was an entirely different matter. In regards to his social
life the man was shamelessly hedonistic and being single it insulted a few
and inspired more. He liked his sex raw and raunchy and saw nothing wrong
with that.
At
over six feet he was a tall drink of gorgeousness. A well-toned, broad
shouldered, slim-hipped, long legged man who, when he entered a room both
men and women took note. Silky soft, slightly curly, and somewhat long
mink brown hair contrasted with piercing green eyes. The intense eyes
seemed out of place with the full easy smile that he normally wore.
However,
this was not one of his normal days because today the head of his public
relations department was once again sitting elegantly before his desk
making his cock rock hard by merely existing in his presence.
The
beautiful and delicate lady before him was Ms. Jena Flyno, well-mannered,
always proper, tidy, and once again politely reading him the riot act.
Without meeting his gaze and with a fine flush riding high on her cheeks,
she asked if there were any other videos she should know about, citing
that nothing should detract from the annual children’s charity ball just
two weeks away.
All
this fuss because the previous evening’s six-thirty national news
broadcast revealed a previously unknown video of him having no holds
barred anal sex with a beautifully voluptuous porn queen. Spider had not
even known the woman had had a camera set up that night. Normally this
would not have bothered him. Today, however with this woman sitting before
him it did.
What
surprised him most about the entire situation was the woman not attempting
to sell the tape to him before releasing it in such a reckless manner.
There was no way she was going to be paid for her efforts now.
“I
did not know this one existed so it is entirely possible there are more
out there.”
“Oh.
Well we will deal with them if they come forward, so let us move ahead
with this one. I have a call into legal to see about our options of being
able to put an immediate injunction…”
It
had been almost five months since he had last spoken with the porn queen,
much less had sex with her or any other woman for that matter. No, five
months ago he had hired this delightful creature sitting across from him.
From the moment he had set eyes on her, his cock had been looking to rut
in her and substitutes were not acceptable.
Now
it was all a moot point. As of this moment his hard fought patience was
officially at an end. The line of not bringing his sex life to the office
had been messed with. Both mind and body were on the same page, and
neither was willing to deny his libido’s call to be fed.
Right
now he needed to do work on his plan to entice this beautiful creature to
his home, up the winding staircase and into his playroom for some quality
time spent together.
A
deep, dark desire rested within him, a need to give her a real reason to
blush when he showed her all his wonderfully curious toys. Subtly his hand
moved to his lap, resting on his hardening cock. He contemplated which
item to use on her first in their sensual dance toward fulfillment. The
visions were delicious and an ever-growing desire brought him abruptly out
of his daydream.
“…I
respectfully request that you refrain from making any personal statements
to the press regarding the—”
“Have
you seen the tape Jena?” Spider asked softly. He knew it was rude to
interrupt her, however, he wanted to start rocking her world. Maybe a slow
thaw was in order before properly heating Ms. Prim and Proper up, he
thought as he started laying out his web.
“Yes
Sir.” The stain of her discomfort deepened on her cheeks, though it
appeared that no amount of inner strength could raise her eyes higher than
the front of his desk.
“From
start to finish?” Her unease was obvious, adding more speed to his
already racing heartbeat.
“Yes
Sir.”
Always
dressed conservatively, each button firmly closed, every bit of skin
covered with her favored prim skirts. Sure it was unintentional but they
were till very seductive in more ways than how they gracefully skimmed her
figure from waist to ankles. The surprise shocker was her ever-present
pair of fuck-me heels. What he wouldn’t give to see her with arms
stretched above her head, naked and precariously perched on her
shoe-encased toes, pleading for him to take her.
Soon,
very soon.
Spider
knew seducing Ms. Jena was not going to be a hardship, she was a wet dream
come true. Intelligent and quick witted were traits she possessed that he
admired but his lust was presently more inspired by the physical
attributes she had been blessed with on the whim of DNA.
A
petite white blonde, she was all big breasts, which he believed real by
the way they jiggled, and luscious soft curved hips. He just knew she
would have one of those soft succulent bodies that had been made for
fucking. The strain his body has existed under for the past few months was
dire, but having the sweet creature swishing this way and that before his
very eyes on a daily basis has made it entirely unbearable.
With
an unholy gleam in his eye and a wicked smile crossing his lips, he
continued.
“Have
you ever fucked before a camera Jena?”
“Sir?!”
“A
mirror? So you can see how beautiful you look as you climax.”
Her
face bloomed like a freshly opened rose and eyes of beautiful deep purple
blinked widely at him. With an obvious gesture he glanced at his watch and
then subtly laid more strands to his trap.
“Come
to my home for dinner this evening Jena, and we can discuss the video
debacle further.”
“Sir,
I must respectfully decline your invitation.”
“Why?”
“Well…”
“I
will have only honesty and trust between us, Jena.”
“Yes,
Sir. Well, see…ummm, I know things…winding staircase…”
“Ahhh,
I see. So you have heard about my special playroom. Interested in a
personal tour? I also have a fantastic bed with curtains to pull close
encasing all in a cozy space. I have fine, soft sheets you can rest upon
and a multitude of plump pillows to surround yourself with. I’ll even
tuck you in all snugly like…”
“Sir!”
“I
was offering you dinner, Jena and a comfortable bed if you grew weary
after a late meeting. A moment of calm for what I am sure will be a day
filled with stress. I have a great affection for you. I greatly appreciate
your hard work and hate the extra pressure I have unintentionally sent
your way.”
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