Used by My Dominant Boss Pt 3

Chapter 3

The sleek black sports car came to a stop in front of my house, its engine’s low growl for some reason sounded sexy, a car like this shouldn't be in my neighborhood that’s for sure .

Heads turned, and eyes lingered on the vehicle’s polished exterior, but I stormed down the stairs, my face shielded by my hand as if to ward off further attention.

My heart pounded in my chest with a mix of anticipation and nervousness that made my stomach hurt.

I approached the car, my heels clicking against the pavement, and before my fingers could brush the handle, the door slid open silently, all by itself.

I slid into the leather seat,and the cool material felt so expensive against my body. The moment I settled in, the rich, intoxicating scent of Adrian’s cologne filled the car, it made me want to press my lips to his right there, right now.

But I held back, clenching my fists in my lap, my breath hitching as I fought the urge to surrender to the desire coursing through my veins.

“Evening, pet,” Adrian purred, his voice thick and lower than usual. His dark low eyes, met mine in the rearview mirror before flicking back to the road. One hand rested casually on the steering wheel, He looked so effortlessly sexy it was unfair.

“Good evening, Mr. Blackwell,” I murmured, My voice barely above a whisper. My cheeks flushed at the nickname.

“I know I’m your boss, Leila,” he replied, his tone low and probing. “But you can call me Adrian.”

“Okay, Mr. Adrian,” I said, my voice trembling with shyness. “I’ve signed the contract.”

His lips parted slightly, a flicker of raw emotion crossing his face before he masked it with his usual cold composure. “So you really want to be my pet, not just my assistant, Leila?” he asked, his gaze intense.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, my chest tightening. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Adrian chuckled, deep and dark, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

“I always knew you were special, Leila.” The rest of the drive was filled with small talk, but it stopped the moment we crossed into the high class side of town.

Mansions and sprawling suburban homes lined the streets, each more breathtaking than the last. I gasped with every turn, my awe impossible to hide, and l caught Adrian’s small, satisfied smile with my side eye.

Soon, we pulled up to towering gold iron gates that swung open silently, granting us entry.

The penthouse was straight ahead, It was a modern masterpiece of white and glass. “Welcome to my humble home, Leila,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as he pulled me close.

I leaned into him, my body humming with anticipation.

Inside, the cold, minimalist design was both simple and intoxicating. The walls were bare, the furniture sleek and simple, every surface looked incredibly expensive.

My fingers itched to add a splash of color to this plain masterpiece, but I held back, my gaze following Adrian as he led me deeper into his home.

His chef greeted us with a warm smile on his face, and soon a lavish meal was served. I devoured the food hungrily, my appetite fueled by the excitement of the evening. I expected Adrian to look at me with disgust, but instead, his gaze was heavy with something like adoration… and it made my skin flush.

After dinner, he took me on a tour of his penthouse: the infinity pool that seemed to merge with the skyline, the open-ceiling staircase that spiraled upward like a piece of art, and finally, my bedroom…. It looked cold but it felt inviting too.

“Why don’t we share the same bed?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but he only smiled.

Taking my hand, he guided me to a black door secured by facial recognition. The moment it slid open, my breath caught.

The room was a larger, more elaborate version of the BDSM dungeon in his office, filled with equipment that made my knees weak.

Leather restraints hung from the walls, paddles and whips lay neatly on a table, and a St. Andrew’s cross stood in the corner, it felt both daunting and exhilarating.

I ran my fingers over the restraints, my touch gentle as if they were sacred relics. “This is where we’ll spend most of our time, pet,” Adrian said, his voice a low rumble as he stepped closer.

I sat on a chair with cuffs attached to the legs, my heart racing, but I ignored them, my focus entirely on him.

“But not tonight,” he continued, his eyes darkening with desire. “Tonight, I’ll have you in my bed. Then, we can proceed with all of my toys.”

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation, and he pulled me into a kiss that was both tender and harsh.

His lips devoured mine , his tongue demanding entry, and I surrendered, my hands clutching at his jacket.

He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my ear. “Undress for me, Leila,” he commanded roughly.

My fingers shook as I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it slide off my shoulders, revealing my lace bra. His eyes raked over me, hungry and possessive.

“Slowly,” he growled, and I obeyed, each movement deliberate, my nipples tightening under his gaze. I stepped out of my skirt, my panties the only barrier between me and his eyes.

“Kneel,” he ordered, and I dropped to my knees, even with my heart pounding in my ears. He unbuckled his belt, his pants sliding down to reveal his throbbing cock, thick and veins pulsing.

“Take it in your mouth, pet,” he commanded, and I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around him, my tongue swirling as I took him deep.

He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding me as I sucked him greedily, my mouth wet and eager.

“Fuck, Leila, you’re perfect,” he rasped, his hips thrusting gently into my mouth. But he pulled away too soon, his eyes burning with need. “On your hands and knees, now.”

I scrambled to obey, my ass raised, my pussy aching with anticipation. He stepped behind me, his fingers tracing my lips before he spread me open, his touch both gentle and commanding.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmured, his breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. “Such a good girl.”

Without warning, he thrust his fingers into me, filling me completely, and I cried out, my body arching in response.

He gripped my hips, his thrusts relentless, each one driving me closer to the edge. “Say it, Leila,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I panted, my voice broken. “Yours, Adrian.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his thick fingers deepening, pounding into my core. “My pet. My slut.”

His words sent me spiraling, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave, my walls clenching around him.