On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

“I am going to meet J.T. Marcos.”

Mr. Peak’s face draws a blank. This is a man who spends his days and nights studying finance and politics. Celebrity and pop culture are most definitely two things that he could give a squat about.

I smile and tell my boss proudly, “He is the biggest and hottest movie director in Hollywood!” Mr. Peak rolls his eyes. Oh my God. What did I do wrong? Does he not approve. How could he think that way. I would never question my boss, but perhaps I should explain this opportunity I have in front of me.

As I open my mouth, my boss puts up his hand. “He only wants to f**k you.”

“But sir.”

“You are hot right now. Everyone wants a piece of your fame. And some guys will want a piece of you. The fact that this director guy wants to talk to you tells me he is up to no good. Sarah, you are an artist of deception. But you are not an actress.”

“I can learn, Sir. I can be a great actress,” I beg.

Mr. Peak pulls out his iPhone. He looks at it oddly. Then he points it at me. “So you want to be in a movie. I’ll put you in a movie,” my boss says to me.

Now it’s obvious he has the video camera turned in my direction.

Mr. Peak walks up to me and puts his strong hand on my face. All the anger and frustration instantly flows away from my body. Dammit. This guy knows how to really manipulate me.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I unbutton my blouse slowly, seductively. I want to please my boss. He pulls open the blouse. “I love the way your ti**ts are stuffed in your bra,” he growls.

I pull the shirt off. Mr. Peak spins me around and unhooks my bra. The cool air brushes against my bare bre**asts.

Mr. Peak turns me around and runs the camera up and down my body. “You will always be my star,” he says as he pulls down my skirt.

My knees get weak. Mr. Peak pulls down my underwear and orders me to walk to the window. “I want you to bend over slightly. Put that young as**s of yours up into the air,” Mr. Peak orders.

I look out into the street below. I listen to my boss get undressed. Mr. Peak walks up behind me and presses his hard manhood against my as**s.

Mr. Peak pulls on my hair while he dry-humps me. “Now, this is the kind of movie I will watch over and over with you again,” my boss brags as I feel his hard co**ck against my flesh. Mr. Peak kisses my neck and then he bites my ear.

I feel the man’s strong forearm come across my neck. He pushes my head down and slowly enters me from behind. I press my hands against the window as Mr. Peak starts to f**k me. I can feel the heat from my boss’s strong body. I can hear his animalistic grunts as he has his way with my body.

Mr. Peak shows me no mercy. He chokes me out until I start to gag. My entire nak**ed body is pressed up against the window. I can only imagine what the blue-blood neighbors must be thinking.

My boss presses the side of my face against the window. I moan and scream as Mr. Peak’s powerful thrusts reverberate throughout my body. I cum so hard that I just collapse to the floor, in a puddle of my own sweat.

When I look up, Mr. Peak’s hard, wet body looms over me. He holds the camera over me. “You look so nice down there, huddled up in the fetal position,” my boss taunts as he slowly pans the camera over my body. “Stay like that for a while,” Mr. Peak orders as he takes a wide angle shot of me against the window.

As I look out over the city street, I forgot what prompted Mr. Peak to give me an unprovoked afternoon railing. Oh yeah, that’s right. I told him I was going to meet with the hottest director in Hollywood. Damn, I can’t even remember the director’s name. Mr. Peak literally f**ked my brains out.

It takes me a good five minutes to power-up the will to get onto my feet. When I stumble my way to the shower, I see my six-foot, five-inch alpha male boss waiting for me. “What took you so long?!” my boss asks.

“I was exhausted, sir.”

“Exhausted! I was the one doing all of the work.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, be a good girl and scrub me down.”

Mr. Peak doesn’t have to ask me twice. It would be my pleasure.

I don’t know what part of Mr. Peak is my favorite. His chest is just a wall of power. I take a large sponge and run large circles across that fifty-two inch chest. Then there is Mr. Peak’s eyes. They are deep, penetrating brown eyes. He can look at you and he can look through you all at the same time. Then there my boss’s strong muscular arms. Just looking at those muscles makes me melt. Oh and don’t let me forget that as**s. You can bounce a quarter of that strong backside. I squeeze the sponge and watch the suds just cascade over that sculpted rump. Nice!