From: Eloise
To: Callum
Subject: Re: Tasks

Dear new boss man from hell,

About this list of tasks you wanted to be done by midnight? You heartless prick can fuck off. You know damn well I had a death in the family, and I'm spending time with my family. So, these "tasks" you insisted on being completed tonight can wait. You'll have them first thing Monday morning.

Sincerely,
Eloise

"Are you still working?" the mister hot man asked as he guided me out of the hotel bar.

"I'm emailing the boss, telling him he can fuck off."

"If you value your job, I highly recommend you not to send that to him. It could cost you your job."

I shoved my phone into my purse. "He's been a thorn in my ass ever since I was hired. He thinks his shit doesn't stink and assumes he's better than everyone in the office. The asshole doesn't even attempt to stop by to see how things are going. All he does is give orders through emails. The man has no idea; I'm the one who's been keeping the company from folding. He needs me. So, he won't fire me."

"May I ask what you told him?"

"Exactly what I told you, I would say. But I addressed him as mister boss man from hell. Do you think that may have been a little too much?"

He chuckled. "If I received an email from an employee as you sent. I'd fire them instantly. Especially, it being a new employee."

I shrugged. "Yeah, well, this man, "the boss," needs to learn to treat his employees better. Everyone in my office busts their asses, and he can't even compliment them for what they do wonderfully. Nothing we do is satisfactory to him. He only finds the negative in that person and degrades them. The guy is a jerk."

"Maybe you should send him another email explaining your decision to wait to give him what he wants. Then maybe he won't be so harsh when it comes time to fire you."

I laughed. I don't need to explain that I put the tasks on hold so this man I just met could fuck the anger out of me. Then he'll think I'm a slut. Which... I kind of feel like right now. I never do one-night stands. But it's been almost two years since I last had sex, and this new job and boss have me stressed to the max and feeling like I'm a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

I need this...

"Do you think I should tell him that some hotshot attorney came up to me offering to fuck my brains out?"

"CEO," he corrected. "Not an attorney, but a CEO. And yes, I think you should. Maybe he'll give you a break if you tell him your pussy is aching to be punished."

Hmm. What I'm about to do is personal and so unlike me. But it was also so unlike me to tell a boss to fuck off. So maybe I should add to my firsts tonight. "What would you do if you got a follow-up email from an employee telling you that sex is more important than serving his needs?"

He chuckled as the elevator doors opened. "I'd probably fire them. But I'd also ask if it was worth it."

I reached into my purse, removed my phone, and emailed the prick again.

From: Eloise
To: Callum
Subject: Re: Tasks

Dear boss man from hell,

In case you're wondering why I decided not to fulfill your way out-of-line requests tonight, I should probably tell you; you upset me and pissed me off to the point I wish I had a voodoo doll that looks like you along with me so I could stab the shit out of it. You've got me so angry right now that when some hot CEO approached me asking if I'd be interested in fucking, I agreed. I need him to fuck this anger out of me so I can get what you need to be done before Monday.

Sincerely,
Your ray of sunshine employee, Eloise.

"Done," I told the mystery man, eying me with desire. I shoved my phone back into my purse, leaned against the wall, and folded my arms against my chest while staring at the doors. I can't believe I'm about to fuck a man I have no idea who he is. He could be some psycho serial killer, for all I know.

But this tall man looks like a fucking God. He's got the warmest chocolaty brown eyes with a hint of a golden ring around them, and even though he's still wearing clothes, I can tell he's got a body like Thor's. Which means he must have a penis the size of a football field.

My eyes lowered to the package, curious if he displayed a massive bulge to confirm my theory.

My eyes shot up when he cleared his throat. He caught me checking him out. Oops...

"What floor?"

"I have no idea what floor you're on."

"I mean, what floor are you on? I figured you might feel safer in your room than mine."

Now, I know why it doesn't seem like we're moving. And why he's staring at me like he is? At least he's being a considerate CEO. Unlike someone else, I know.

"Right... thanks. I'm on the sixth floor."

He pressed the sixth-floor button, and then my belly swarmed with butterflies when he stepped toward me with flames in his eyes. I swallowed hard when he invaded my space and rested one hand against the wall, his other hand caressing the side of my face.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Cal, why?"

"Because I need to know whose name I'm calling out."

Cal's mouth curved into a smoking hot grin so sexy and dangerous that the butterflies flying around inside my belly became more aggressive. It also caused the sensitive, neglected area between my thighs to heat and pulse uncontrollably.

"And what's your name?"

"Ellie."

Ellie, he mouthed... pressing his hardness against my belly, causing my panties to become drenched. Then, his hand gently slid along my jawline, from ear to chin, curling his finger beneath it and lifting my chin higher. "Well, Ellie. Is your pussy ready to be destroyed, ruining another man's chances of bringing you into sexual bliss?"

I swallowed, nodded slowly, then whispered, "Yes." Then, as his mouth lowered to mine, I felt he needed to know something about what I was doing, so he didn't think I was a slut either and added, "You said something about how it would be an honor to pleasure me. Well, you should feel honored about something else because I don't do spur-of-the-moment sex with the unknown like this."

"I do feel honored," he said, his arm tightening around me, pulling me tighter against him while crushing his mouth on mine, not giving me any time to react. But holy hell, this God of a man can kiss, and he hasn't even slipped his tongue into my mouth.

His kiss deepened, and when his tongue slid along my bottom lip, looking to gain access into my world, I was quick to part my lips just as the elevator stopped and it dinged, alerting us we reached my floor. But instead of Cal breaking from my mouth, his hands lowered to my ass, hoisting me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his body immediately.

"Where am I going?" he asked, his tongue still lodged in my mouth.

My arm swung out, pointing to my right, saying, "Room 638."

When we got to my room, he pressed me against the door with force, and his mouth left mine, asking for my room access card while trailing his mouth along my neck, activating my tits to become erect and hard—so hard they'd cut glass. I swung my purse between us, dug inside, grabbed the card, and handed it to him.

The lights instantly turned on when the door opened, and when the door closed, I was pressed against the wall again, with his hand sliding between my thighs and to my wet, soaked panties, rubbing his finger over my aching wet pussy, and groaning in delight, "So fucking wet for me." With desperation, he slid my panties to the side, and his middle finger slid between my slick folds and into the wetness he created, groaning even deeper. "Fuck, Ellie, you're so fucking wet."

"It's been a while," I admitted, "since I last had sex, so I'm not surprised at how excited you made my pussy."

He smiled against my mouth after my embarrassing admission. "I guess now I know I'll surely ruin you for all other men after I'm done with you."

I left his mouth and furrowed my brow as I asked, "Does that make you proud?"

"It most certainly fucking does," he proudly admitted, spinning me around and walking me over to the bed, dropping me on top of it. "Strip."

"Shouldn't you be stripping me?" I quipped. Because, well, I'm new to this, and I thought that's how these spur-of-the-moment fucks with a stranger work.

"Only if you want me to ruin your," he cleared his throat, "Mother Superior dress."

"I'm not a fucking nun," I retorted.

"No? Well, you dress like one. Now remove it before I rip it off you," he ordered demandingly, removing his jacket and placing it over the chair in the corner of my room. I don't like this dress much, anyway. So trying to be a little minx, I'm not, and feeling anxious to see if Cal would do as he said he would, I quietly laid on the bed with my hands behind my head, watching him watch me while he unbuttoned his white shirt. "My naughty little nun, do you want me to fuck you while you're still in your Mother Teresa clothes?"

I'm not a nun... asshole.

He's trying to piss me off. That's fine. He can piss me off; I know how to play the game he's looking to play—he wants angry sex, and I'm down with that. I grinned devilishly. "If I'm a nun, then you must have been sent from the maker above to discipline me for what I agreed to do with someone I don't know tonight. Or you're just the devil himself here to bring me back to hell with you."

Cal climbed over me, digging his left fist into the mattress on one side of me, and his chocolaty brown globes melted like molten lava from the fire in his eyes as he gazed into mine. His other hand tickled my insides as his fingers softly slid down between my breasts and to my quivering, anxious pussy. "I'm the latter. But then again, I also enjoy disciplining impish girls—so I'll also consider myself a priest tonight, one wanting to punish his green-eyed naughty horny nun. Now, my undisciplined girl, are you ready to go down to the inferno with me? To see my world of hell?"

The desire in Cal's eyes, his beautifully sculpted chest, muscular arms, and the hungry tone in his voice made me cream my panties again, so much so that it felt like I had an accident by pissing in my underwear.

"Bring it on," I taunted. "You talked a good game to get me in bed. Now show me what the devil wishes to do to me."

His mouth curled up quickly while chuckling lowly. "I hope you're ready for what you're begging for. Because I don't play nice, especially to a woman who's being a brat."

"In what chapter do you just shut up and get to business by rocking my world like you said you were looking to do? Because if you've changed your mind about fucking a woman you know nothing about, let me know. That way, I can save my job by sending my asshole boss another email saying I'm just kidding; the man I thought I was going to fuck forgot he didn't have a dick, and because of that, I got everything done you ordered me to do."

"Now that bratty mouth of yours just got you in trouble," Cal groaned, his brown eyes turning to coal as he tsked me. "Rest in peace, little boring black dress," he added, gripping the top of my dress and exciting the butterflies, even more, when he ripped it in half and exposed my breasts and overly soaked panties. His eyes turned hungry, and a pleasing smile appeared on his face when the sight of my erect tits stared him in the face. Then my heart raced faster when his eyes lowered to my pussy, licking his lips.

"You might as well rip those, too. I never liked that pair, anyway."

And he did. Then he pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs like a flying eagle as he lowered to his knees. Using my elbows, I pushed myself up when he grumbled something I couldn't make out, but the second I was going to ask him to repeat what he said, his mouth lowered, and his tongue swiped between my slick folds, from my ass to clit. My elbows gave out, and I fell backward, my head flopping hard on the mattress. A loud moan also escaped my lungs, and an even deeper howl left my lips, echoing through the room's four corners when he dug his mouth and tongue deeper into my heat and went to town, devouring me like he had been given only a minute to eat his seven-course meal.

Holy fuck... I don't think any man has ever gotten a moan like that out of me. And holy fucking moly, he's got me feeling like I'm flying in the air and soaring through the clouds.

Where in the world did this man come from?

And how did I get to be so lucky for a man gifted with a dangerous, vigorous tongue to confront me out of the blue, asking if I'd like to have sex?

My body started to warm, my toes curled, my belly started twitching, and my pussy was throbbing to beat the band. I knew what that meant and shouted, "Cal, I'm going to come!"

My excited outburst landed on deaf ears because he didn't look up or stop; he just continued his mission by devouring me. And just when I hit the maximum satisfaction my pussy could handle, I reached for his hair, gripped, pulled, and screamed his name repeatedly while my hips bucked up and down like an angry bull. Cal's fingers dug deeper into my flesh, and he held me firm; instead of his mouth leaving my pussy and getting air, his mouth stayed where it was, lapping up every bit of arousal my body released before lowly saying, "One down, many more to go, Ellie."

I don't think my body can handle more orgasms like the one he just gave me.

Latching his teeth around my overly swollen and sensitive clit, he bit while thrusting a couple of fingers inside my warmth. Finger fucking me until he found my G-spot, and when he did, he curled his fingers and pleasured it while teasing my bud—giving me not one, not two, but four more orgasms before flipping me onto my stomach.

With his hand on my right ass cheek, Cal bent over me and whispered in my ear, causing me to orgasm just from his words, "Is my naughty, bratty nun ready to be spanked?"

God, yes.

"Yes, please." What has gotten into me? I've never allowed a man to spank me during sex. But, then again, no man has ever wanted to either. Not that I know of, anyway.

I yelped when he swatted my ass. My pussy also clenched tight from the excitement. "That's for telling your boss to fuck off. Never tell your boss to fuck off."

Wanting to fuck with him, I smirked while saying, "You're not my boss, so..."

"No, but I am a boss, and I wouldn't appreciate receiving an email like the one you sent yours. So I spanked you for him," he said, spanking the same spot again, only much harder. "That's for telling him sex is more important than serving his needs."

"Again, you're not my boss."

That earned me another spanking—an even harder one that felt like I had been stung by a thousand wasps. "That's for being the brat that you are."

"I like being a brat," I said, grinning from ear to ear as tears welled in my eyes. "Especially toward you."

I yelped even louder when his hand met my flesh again in the same spot he's been tormenting.

"Have you had enough?"

"Never," I replied, egging him on for more.

Hey, don't judge me. It's been nearly two years since I last been with a man, so I'll take whatever this man is willing to give me—even if it's an all-nighter. Because who knows when the next time will be when I'll get to have sex—he said it himself, he's on a mission to destroy me from wanting to be with another man. And destroy me from thinking no other man will ever satisfy me as he could.

He swatted my ass again; this time, the tears I had been holding back let loose, and my pussy dripped with arousal I never knew could happen just from being spanked. Cal's mouth landed on my ass, kissing and licking the area he spanked, soothing it. "Are you going to behave for me now?"

"Yes," I replied, swallowing the saliva that had built in my mouth from him spanking me.

"Good girl," he whispered, caressing my sore ass. "And did I release the stress from your system?"

"The stress will be gone from my system after you fuck me."

He chuckled, and I rolled onto my back, wanting to get another look at this hot fucking CEO I wish was mine. Seeing his pants still on, I sat up and reached for his belt, licking my lips.

"You want my cock in your mouth, dirty girl?"

Not only do I want it in my mouth, but I also want to see what he's packing. No, not want; I need to see what he's packing. There's no way a man who looks like God, with a body as beautiful as his, was gifted with a small penis—no way.

I unbuckled his belt and looked up at him with desperation. "I do."

He fisted my hair around his hand, then tugged, pulling my head back. He lowered to my face, his lips grazing mine when he responded, "Do you deserve it?"

You're fucking right; I do. You just beat the hell out of my ass and tormented my pussy with all the orgasms you gave me, refusing to stop licking when I begged you to stop, telling me to ride out the orgasm because your mouth wasn't leaving, that I tasted too good to stop.

"Yes," I answered nicely and carefully, not in the mood to be punished anymore—I need dick—and I need it now.

He lowered his mouth, softly kissing my lips. "When I say stop, you stop what you're doing. All right?"

You're no fun. But whatever.

I nodded.

"I'd love to fill your mouth with my cum, but I won't do that tonight. You said it's been a couple of years since you last had sex, and I'd rather satisfy your needs than mine."

Not tonight? Does this mean he wants to do this again with me?

God, I hope that's what it means. He's the only man I know that can give a girl more than one orgasm in one night... well, I should say, he's the only man I know that knows how to make a woman orgasm at all.

"Okay," I answered. Cal let go of my hair and stepped back. And when Cal's pants dropped to the floor, along with his boxers, and his cock sprang free, my eyes grew as wide as the earth.

He does not have a small penis.

Let me repeat this. This man, Cal, does not have a small penis; I'm calling his cock a penis maximus... a fucking whopper.

Dragging his fingers through my hair, he asked, "Do you like what you see, miss green-eyed nun?"

Yes. No. Fuck yes!

I nodded. "Yes." My hand wrapped around his overly hard girth, and just as I lowered to my knees, I joked, "I guess if you ever wanted to shut up a woman, all you have to do is shove your dick in their mouth."

He chuckled, muttering, "You're a smart woman."

Remember that. Just in case you want this to happen between us again. Like tomorrow before I have to go to the airport.

I opened my mouth, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair and moaned deeply when my mouth enclosed around him. "Fuck, Ellie..."

My mouth felt the fullest it's ever felt, and it was also the first time I sucked a cock that made my eyes water—and gag—every time the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

And because I emailed my boss, telling him to fuck off, I need to enjoy everything we're doing, what he's doing to me, and what I'm doing to him to make this night totally worth telling off the boss man. Because come tomorrow, I'll most likely be opening an email from him asking if what I did was worth it.

And I'll be happy to tell him; Yes. It. Was. Maybe you should try having sex sometime; it'll put you in a better and more tolerable mood. Right before I receive another email telling me I'm fired because he's that kind of coward to do it over an email instead of firing me face to face.

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