Chapter 2

Lush’s POV

The next morning, I woke up with my body still buzzing from last night. My pussy felt tender from all the touching I did to myself after Alexander left me hanging in that hallway. I checked my phone right away. No new texts. But I knew one was coming. He had me waiting, and that made the ache worse. I got ready slowly, picking a short red dress that hugged my curves. No bra, no panties, just like he said. My nipples poked through the thin fabric. Every step rubbed my thighs together, reminding me how wet I already was.

At noon, I drove to his building downtown. It was one of those tall glass towers that screamed money. The doorman nodded at me like he knew why I was there. "Mr. Voss is expecting you," he said. The elevator ride up felt endless. My heart pounded. What if this was a mistake? He was my stepdad's best friend. Married. But that bossy smirk of his... it pulled me in. I wanted him to take control. To make me his plaything.

The doors opened straight into his penthouse. It was huge, all white marble and big windows looking out over the city. Alexander stood there in a crisp suit, arms crossed. His eyes raked over me, hungry. "You're on time. Good." He shut the elevator doors with a button. No way out now.

He walked over slowly, like a predator. "Your stepdad thinks we're talking business. He asked me to give you advice on your career." He laughed low. "But we both know that's not why you're here."

I swallowed. "No. It's not."

He grabbed my chin, tilting my face up. His touch was firm. "Strip for me. Slowly."

My hands shook as I reached for the zipper on my dress. I pulled it down, letting the fabric slide off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet. I stood naked in front of him, my skin prickling. My breasts felt heavy, nipples hard from the cool air. Between my legs, I was dripping. He circled me, eyes taking in every inch. "Fuck, you're perfect. Turn around. Bend over."

I did as he said, hands on my knees. He stepped behind me. I felt his breath on my ass. Then his hand smacked my cheek, hard enough to sting. I gasped. "You like that?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Louder."

"Yes!"

He smacked the other side. Heat spread through me. My pussy clenched. He ran his fingers along my slit, teasing. "So wet already. You've been thinking about my cock all morning?"

I nodded. "Since last night."

He pushed two fingers inside me, deep. I moaned. He pumped them slowly, curling to hit that spot that made my knees weak. "You're tight. But I'll stretch you out." He pulled out and I heard his zipper. Then the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. It was thick. Bigger than I imagined.

He grabbed my hips and thrust in hard. All the way. I cried out, filled up completely. "Take it," he growled. "This is what you wanted." He started fucking me against the wall, rough and fast. His balls slapped my clit with each pound. Pleasure built quickly. He knew just how to angle it, hitting deep inside. My juices ran down my thighs.

"You're mine now," he said, voice rough. One hand reached around to rub my clit. The other pinched my nipple. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck, Alexander... harder."

He laughed. "Begging already? Good girl." He sped up, slamming into me. The wall shook. I felt pressure building differently this time. Like I had to pee, but better. "Oh god, I think I'm..."

"Do it. Squirt for me." He rubbed my clit faster. His cock hit that spot over and over. I was shattered. Liquid gushed out of me, soaking his pants and the floor. I screamed, body shaking. First time that ever happened. He didn't stop. Kept fucking through it, making it last.

When I went limp, he pulled out and spun me around. "On your knees." I dropped down, mouth open. His cock was slick with my cum. Huge and veined. I took him in, sucking greedy. He tasted like me, salty and sweet. He grabbed my hair, guiding me deeper. "That's it. Choke on it."

I gagged as he hit the back of my throat. Tears ran down my face, but I loved it. His arrogance made me hotter. He knew how to use me. How to make me want more. He fucked my mouth a few times, then pulled out. "Not yet. I want that pussy again."

He lifted me easily, like I weighed nothing. Carried me to his desk and swept papers off it. Set me down on the edge. "Spread your legs." I did, wide. He looked at my pussy, swollen and wet. "Look at you. Dripping for me." He knelt and licked me clean. His tongue was magic, flicking my clit, dipping inside. I grabbed his hair, grinding on his face. He sucked hard, making me moan loud.

"Alexander... please fuck me."

He stood up, smirking. "Since you asked nicely." He lined up and thrust in again. This time slower, teasing. In and out, deep. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits, pinching nipples. "You feel so good. Tight around my cock."

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. He picked up speed, desk creaking under us. Sweat dripped down his chest. I clawed his back through his shirt. "Make me come again."

He growled. "You will. When I say." He flipped me over, bent me across the desk. Fucked me from behind, one hand on my neck, holding me down. Dominant. In control. His other hand smacked my ass in rhythm. The pain mixed with pleasure. I felt it building again. That full feeling.

"Now," he said. "Come." He reached under and pinched my clit. I exploded, squirting hard. It splashed his suit, the desk. He thrust a few more times, then pulled out. Hot cum shot across my back. Marking me.

We both panted. He helped me up, gentle now. Wiped me clean with a tissue from his desk. "That was just the start," he said.

I smiled, body sore but satisfied. "I want more."

He chuckled. "You will get it." We sat on his couch. He poured us drinks. Whiskey, neat. "About my wife," he said casual, like we hadn't just fucked like animals. "I'm divorcing her. Told your stepdad weeks ago. Papers are drawn up. She's cold. No passion. Not like you."

It hit me then. He was choosing this. Chaos. For me? Or just for the thrill? Either way, it made me want him more. This powerful man, a billionaire, threw it all away. His arrogance wasn't just talk. He took what he wanted.

"Why tell me?" I asked.

"Because you're part of it now." He pulled me onto his lap. His cock stirred under me already. "I want you. All the time."

I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. "Then take me."

He did. Right there on the couch. Slow this time. His hands explored every curve. He made me ride him, controlling the pace with his grip on my hips. "Bounce on it. Show me how much you need it."

I did, up and down, grinding. My clit rubbed his base. He sucked my nipples, biting just enough. I came again, quiet this time, clenching around him. He filled me with cum, groaning my name.

After, we lay tangled. "Go home," he said. "But text me when you get there. And no touching yourself tonight. Save it for me."

I nodded. Dressed and left. In the elevator, my legs shook. Cum leaked out, sticky on my thighs. No panties to catch it. I felt dirty. Used. And I loved it.

I have never been fingered and fucked the way Alexander had done to me, not even my so called boyfriend. Yet, he had the guts to text my stepsister that he is in love with her. Well, I am already done with him, I have found a perfect man for me. He makes me squirt, cum as many times as possible and I so much love that.

My so-called boyfriend, oops! Ex I mean to say, he will regret ever wanting to date my stepsister while in a relationship with me.

At home, I texted: "Home."

His reply: "Good girl. Dream of my cock."

Immediately, I texted my Ex boyfriend: “Am done with this relationship Erik, you can now have my stepsister as you have wished. This is me granting your wish so easily”

I know he will be so shocked at how I got to find out about this. Even my stepsister didn’t know I knew this and she never said anything to me as well. “Traitors!” I cursed.

I did dream of Alexander’s cock, how he was throbbing in and out of my wet pussy and how I was screaming out loud, enjoying all the pleasure all night. Wet and wanting. He knew how to hook me. Make me beg for more. His commands. His arrogance. It was all I craved now.