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Nate's POV

I was in my office signing some cheques when my secretary walks in with a coffee mug like she usually does everyday at nine p.m.. I thank her, watching her set my cup down on the table before standing back as obediently as I had taught her.

She is so cute and submissive, not as flawless and talented as Jane but she does do a good job and never disappoints as much as Jane does. Jane is too prim and proper to fulfill all my dirty fantasies such as having a threesome or performing BDSM acts on.

That reminds me, she gave birth recently, right?

As she stands before me, I bite my lip and imagine all the things I could do to her round ass and plump lips. I notice her chest rising and falling ever so slowly, almost like she knows what's coming.

I mean, why wouldn't she when she's been here for over a month?

"Come here," I say, pulling my zipper down and holding my dick in my hand, feeling it throb in my palm. She turns to lock my office and scruffs to her knees and sits in front of me with her legs tucked under her, waiting for my next command.

I stand up and pull my pants down, baring myself naked from the waist down and see, hear her gulp like she does everytime I get naked in front of her.

Without being told, she closes her eyes as her soft lips wrap around my dick and she moans, making me grit my teeth as she sucks like the pro she is. She gets on her knees, using the back of my thighs to keep herself stable as she continues to suck me, using her saliva to lubricate my shaft and her left hand teasing my balls, causing a groan to come from me.

I look down at her to catch her naughty eyes staring back at me as she deep throats me and sucks like her life depended on it. In no time, I feel myself release into her mouth, down her throat as she swallows greedily, pumping and sucking me dry.

"On the desk," I grunt as she gets up and sits on my desk and pulls her pencil skirt up, stretching her legs to give me a full view of her pink pussy. I lick my lips as I see it glimmer with her juices coating her heavenly folds.

"Uh," she moans loudly, inserting a finger into her. She's damn lucky the others have already left. She continues moaning and screaming my name as she adds another finger and pumps fast.

In and out. In and out.

Without warning, I pull her by her legs and remove her hands as my dick slides into her, all this happening at an inhuman speed. I hear her wince as she holds herself by her elbows and watch me fuck her good. I start thrusting into her tight pussy, not even caring for the moans getting louder as she throws her head back and cums over my dick.

"You like that?" I ask her as I continue to drill in and out of her, hearing her mutter incoherent words as I finally come inside of her. She moves quick to unbuckle her heels and pull off her blouse as I remove my shirt and in no time we're kneeling in the floor as I penetrate her from the back.

I glance at the clock on my wall and wonder when she is arriving. As if reading my thoughts, I hear keys jiggle outside my door and she steps in, smiling mischievously as she locks the door behind her and removes her coat to reveal nothing.

She stands stark naked, watching and waiting for me as I fuck this helpless doll. After getting my release, I pull out and watch her cower at the absence of my shaft deep inside of her.

Wordlessly, I sit back on the couch with my legs open and watch as she saunters my way and wordlessly brings one leg over mine. She succeeds in straddling me and lowers herself on me, both of us throwing our heads back when I fill her up.

I missed this. We missed this.

She starts riding me, rotating her hips and bouncing on my dick as I pinch her nipples and she moans, squeezing her vaginal walls and instantly driving me mad.

Routinely, my secretary comes to stand in front of her and grinds her pussy over my face, lifting and resting one leg next to my head so that her walls were against my nose. I inhale her intoxicating scent.

Jane's one is better, my conscious mocks me but I ignore it. I'll get her back but for now a starving man must eat.

And like a mad man, I gripped her ass and brought her lips closer to my mouth. I sucked and rummaged my tongue in her sweet pussy, licking and biting anywhere and everywhere I reached.

I taste my earlier release on her as she moaned and grinded against my face, using my head as support to keep her up as I continued to eat her out while she was riding me lifelessly and mercilessly.

As soon as we got our release, they climb off me and we lazily get dressed.

You see, this is the good part about being the boss. Nobody questioned you and you get to fuck whomever.

"Expect a twenty percent increase tomorrow," I tell my secretary who nods as she cleans my office. Trusting it to be spotless the next day, I walk out hand in hand with her, who's face is as bright as the pussy of my secretary I fuck almost everyday.

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face," I tell her as we walk into the elevator and press the ground floor.

"Mhmm, tell me, have you gone to visit your baby mama?"

"What for? Is it even mine?" I scoff as we get out and walk to the exit, opening the door of my car for her to get in. She does as expected and I get in after her and instruct the driver where to go.

"Don't be ridiculous. We both know she was the loyal, faithful, traditional girlfriend. It's almost too obvious that that's your trash baby" she says, venom filling her voice as she rolls her eyes.

"I know," I say, looking at the window at the street lights. It's painful to see that she doesn't need me. "I miss her."

"I know you do, but I'm here for you."

I turn to look at her, slightly disgusted with what I see. "You're not Jane and you'll never fill her place in my life so-"

"Just stop because it's embarrassing," she finishes my sentence, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You're annoying, you know that?"

The car comes to a stop and she opens the door as I do mine. We stand against the car side by side and continue our chitchat. "I've been told. Why are you back?"

"I'm a free woman and this is a free country."

"Right. Now tell me the real reason why you're back."

"I have some scores to settle," she says, a distant look on her face as she gives me a chaste kiss on my lips before turning around.

I watch her walk away into a hotel with the large black coat covering her from nape to toe, her heels clicking as she marched like she owned the place. Looking up, I laugh dryly as I read the name of the golden building.

Batcht Hotel And Casino

Fucking right. I shake my head as I get back in and instruct my driver to take me to the nearest most expensive pub. I need to get laid.

Walking in, I hum along to the music as I feel my body become lose. Damn right. I go to the bar to order a drink and as I chug it down, a beautiful caramel toned chick grumpily sits beside me.

I glance at her and hear her order the same thing I'm having so I push my other drink her way. She looks up from the glass to my face, her eyes not showing signs of recognition.

"No thanks," she says, turning towards the bartender. I almost flinch at that. Anyone would die to be offered a drink by the one and only Nathaniel Surogiv.

And here she is, refusing it like she doesn't know who I am. Maybe she doesn't. Maybe she's new around here. So then who else better than me to show her a good time?

"I insist. It's only a drink, come on," I charm her. After much persistence and a few more drinks, we get comfy and head to the booth. We ended up flirting all night long and drinking the night away.

I don't know about her, but I was mighty drunk. If she was drunk too, she seemed to be holding her own well enough not to be as loose as me. After some time, I got her to agree to go back to the hotel with me.

I don't remember how we got in to my hotel room or when we got undressed. I don't remember when she pulled out the needle and filled it with something that made me fall asleep in a matter of seconds. I also don't remember how she got me undressed and removed her underwear, putting it in my blazer pocket and writing a note next to my phone with her cellphone number.

I also don't remember how she sucked different parts of my body, going from my neck where most of them lay to my toned chest and even the sensitive skin around my dick had hickeys. All that to make me think and believe in something that didn't happen.

So how was I not to believe that we actually did have sex?

All I remember is that I kept smiling the next day, convinced that I had had the best drunken sex of my life and scored her number for future events. And if she thought I was gonna leave her alone, she had one more thing coming her way.