Hotel room

We eventually make it to the lovely seven star hotel, where they offer us hot lemon scented towels.

I give a drunken giggle, while wiping at my face.

"A pleasant good morning." The female around the counter beams.

She says nothing more, then hand us both separate keys. I look down at them, slightly disappointed that we aren't staying in the same room together.

‘But what did I expect? He is my boss, after all.’

Mr Cross takes me by the shoulder, then leads me over to the elevator bay.

"Try not to wear your emotions on your face like that," He said.

I blink up at him, too drunk to understand what he means by that.

He said nothing as the elevator arrives, he pushes me inside, forces me up against the wall. With both of his hands on either side of my body, he stares down at me with his face unreadable.

At first I thought he would have kissed me, but he just hovers before my face.

Suddenly he pulls away, mutters something under his breath that sounds somewhere along the line of 'you'll be the first.'

Which leaves me to think if he means the first P.A. he has ever been with.

But sadly, my fantasy of us fucking in the elevator or fucking at all dies because as soon as the doors open, Mr Cross steps out without a backward glance.

I follow shortly after, looking down at the number stomped on the key, struggling to make out what it said, because my vision is blurry.

"225, it's next to my room." Mr Cross voice comes.

I look up at him, but he his back is towards me so I can't make out his face.

There is an awkward silence as he walks ahead of me. The only sound is coming from an ice machine.

"Your room." He points at a door, before pausing to open his.

'And there goes my chance, maybe my career.' I thought, pushing my door open.

I close the door behind me with a groan, while kicking off my shoes. As I walk over to the king-size bed, I strip out of my clothes, leaving on just my underwear. 

I feel like an idiot, but even with that, I don't want to give up. Mr Cross is just too good to pass up on, and the lifestyle that comes with being in a relationship with him is what I wish for.

As I sit at the edge of my bed, a room opens. I jump up, afraid that someone might have been hiding and waiting until I get here.

I breath a sigh of relief after seeing a shirtless Mr Cross stepping there out with a drink in hand.

’’Are you going to bed now?’’ He asks.

I nod, then flush when his eyes travels over my body, reminding me that I am only in my underwear.

A smirk forms on his lips as he continues to stare at me.

I couldn’t find my voice to ask him what he wants, yet at the same time I don’t want him to feel as if I am trying to get rid of him.

"Show me how you please yourself," He said after getting his eye full.

"Excuse me?"

He lets out a small laugh before responding.

“I want yo to fuck yourself while I watch."

My mouth hangs open, but I am eager to do as he says. So I slowly crawl up further on the bed, sticking my behind out.

I lay on my back, remove my panties, spread my legs wide for him to see me in all my glory as I begin to fondle my pink folds.

I wet a finger in my mouth, run it down my stomach, between my legs, until I finally stop at my most delicate part.

I circle my clitoris before dipping my index finger between my flesh. I moan, licking my lips as I do.

Mr Cross doesn't move from where he is leaning on the door frame. The only thing he does is take a long drag from whatever he is drinking.

He watches me intently with a smile on his face.

I use my other hand to beckon him over, but he remains in place, just watching me with his grey eyes.

That makes me show off more, trying harder to impress him, because I want him here in this bed with me.

"Angela, stop."

I am taken aback by his clip tone, thinking I did something wrong.

But I beam after seeing him walk closer to my bed.

"Come here." He said.

I do my bid by crawling off the bed to stand before him.

"Get down on your knees."

I do just that, wondering what he wants me to do. Then realisation hit me after he begins to unbuckle his pants.

He produces his semi-hard cock, strokes his length several times before running the tip across my lips.

He then does the weirdest thing by slapping me on both cheeks, then grab me around the throat.

"You better not bite." He said before forcing his cock between my lips and into my unwilling mouth.

I am never one to enjoy giving head; I am even reluctant to do so now, but I doubt Mr Cross cares about that because he rocks his hips, causing his cock to be forced further into my mouth.

Suddenly he grips me in my hair, then forced his cock too far back, almost making me gag.

I try to pull away but the hold he has on he is firm and a can't escape his grip or the onslaught, as he now drives his cock down my throat faster and harder.

I can't breathe. I begin to sweat and could feel tears coming out of my eyes.

But the way Mr Cross' eyes roll back in his head, then slide shut, makes me know he is enjoying this.

So I fight off the feeling I am having, and instead of tightening my lips like I want to, I open my mouth a little wider and hold on to his hips.

I could see a smile now playing on his lips as he continues, not letting me up for air, but I don't mind because I want to please him in any way I can.

After for who knows how long, Mr Cross gives a cry, going fast until I can taste saltiness on my tongue.

He quickly withdraws his cock from my mouth so he can spill his seed on my face.

I welcome the warmth with a smile, licking my lips as if what we just did was normal.

Mr Cross scoffs while fixing his pants.

I thought he would have touch me, and I wanted him to, but instead he picks his drink up then head to the door.

"Go clean yourself up," he says before slamming the door behind him.

When I get to the bathroom, I don't recognise myself.

I look a mess, with my eyeliner runny, my hair sticking to my sweaty forehead and white stuff on my face.

I wash the gunk from my skin then head back to lie in bed, again wishing Mr Cross did more than just fuck my mouth.