Bred by the Bully (Breeding Season 8)

“Do you want to come, baby?” He leaned away, admiring her flushed cheeks and dilated eyes. She was so obedient today, but he’d contracted her to play. He wanted her to be here of her own free will, but she said herself she’d never want anything to do with a bully like him. His teen days were so long behind him. He wanted Mira to see him for the man he’d become. One who deserved her, could take care of her, and make her life easy.

“Drake, stop being cruel.”

“Yesterday, you were a virgin. Today, you’re begging me to bury my face between your legs. Amazing what twenty-four hours can do.”

She scowled.

“Relax, I’ll take care of you.” Drake lapped at her folds with the flat of his tongue, watching her reactions. Her lips were parted as she panted. Her big tits fell slightly to each side. He closed his eyes and latched on to her tight little pearl, sucking and flicking until her entire body was shaking, her pussy pulsing against his mouth. She called out his name like a mantra, loud enough for Lynda to hear. It was beautiful music.

He kissed along her inner thighs as he moved away.

“I’m going to fuck you after lunch, right here in my office. Just so you’re aware.”

“Do these windows have shades?” She closed her legs, sitting on the edge of the desk, her blouse still open.

He licked his lips. “You’re going to take all your clothes off. I’m going to press your naked body against the glass and fuck you from behind.” He cupped one breast. “These beautiful tits will be spread against the window for the entire city to see.”

“Don’t you care about your business’s reputation?”

“You shouldn’t care about others’ opinions, Mira. That’s why you were such an easy target in high school.”

She frowned. “Yeah, you were the worst of them.”

“And I’m going to make it up to you.” He wanted to say more but couldn’t risk saying too much. “I wasn’t a bully because I hated you. I didn’t mean anything I said.”

“Then why?”

What could he say? That he’d only learned what he’d been taught at home. That love equaled beatings and name-calling in his house of horrors. He’d been attracted to Mira, wanted to connect, but only knew how to push people away.

He’d stopped using his twisted childhood as an excuse many years ago, but he still had a deep-seated need for control. A by-product of having any shred of identity and choice ripped from him until he finally left and never turned back. He’d built everything he had from the ground up. Drake started with nothing, and now that he’d made it to where he was, the satisfaction he expected to feel was missing. He was chasing nothing. Everything.

What he needed was Mira. To live a genuine life with no mask. It was easier said than done. He hoped he wouldn’t push her away for the second time because he didn’t know how to love.

Chapter Five

Mira knew she should hate everything Drake did to her. The past was easily forgotten as she watched him work. He was … amazing. He didn’t take crap from anyone and he knew what the hell he was doing. For several of his phone calls, she got to listen in as he put them on speaker. She imagined he did this so he could touch her more thoroughly. She didn’t mind at all because she relished his hands all over her body.

He was filthy, but rather than disgust her, it only turned her on.

Some of the phone calls annoyed her as they tried to treat him like an idiot, but Drake was no fool. He commanded attention, demanded respect, and slowly, people had no choice but to give in to the man.

Not once did he fuck her though.

He fed her, played with her, and by the time lunch came, he helped her to get dressed.

“We could stay in the office?” she asked.

“You need some clothes. I love the suit, but I think I need something that will make it easier for me to get to you.”

Mira glanced toward the door. She shook her head. “I can’t go out there.”

“Why not?”

“Come on, Drake. You heard me. Everyone heard me.”

“Yes, and if my employees know what’s good for them, they’ll look the other way.” He reached out, gripping her neck, and pulled her close. “Don’t forget who you belong to, Mira. You’re mine, and no one gets to fucking hurt what’s mine. Every noise you made today belongs to me. They don’t get to do shit. Got me?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Anyone makes you uncomfortable, they’re out of a job. You enjoyed yourself this morning. You can keep on hating me and I accept it, but one day, you’re going to realize I’m not all bad.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Now, let’s go and have lunch.”