Semua Bab My Tyrant CEO: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Sara's POVMy mouth dropped open as Michael stopped by a black Lamborghini.When we had left this god-forsaken building, the building I would never have to set foot in, I had immediately scanned the cars as he led me down the tight, dark street. The more he walked towards the shiny, black car, the more I grew speechless.I didn't think it would really be his, I had really searched for his BMW and not a freaking Lamborghini!He unlocked it and opened the door for me. Michael stood proudly next to it, tall, confident, as expensive looking as the car was with Italian handmade shoes, the Burberry scarf, the Ralph Lauren long black coat, and the suit was just the outfit I always saw him in.Michael's shoulders were broad enough that he didn't need shoulder pads. Jess had told me that all of his suits were especially made for him, and I could see why. If you compared his broad chest to his waist, it would be hard to buy a fitting jacket in stores. Also, his legs were strong and from what I

He beamed as I approached him. Michael took my hand and made me twirl. "Wow!", was all he could say. I laughed happily. "Wow!", he repeated and drew me close. "You look amazing, mon amour!" "Thank you! You look handsome yourself", I traced his chest and kissed his cheek.I was left speechless as we entered his big flat."My humble home", he said with a smile.Humble?It was modern, big, had amazing big windows which showed New York in its full glory, was kept minimalistic with grey furniture and -A woman stared at me angrily, her lips drawn into a tight line.I backed away a bit. Michael's hand touched my back and rested there. "Marie, this is my girlfriend Sara. Sara, this is Marie, the woman who raised me with tatie and oncle. Gerard is out currently." "A-A pleasure to meet you", I said and extended my hand. She ignored it. "Marie", Michael's tone was low and demanding.Marie huffed and took my hand. "Good, now leave us alone Michael." He raised a brow. "Jacques called a few minu

"What do you mean with that?", I asked, my voice thick. "Exactly what I said", Michael sighed heavily.It was 7 am on Monday the 19th, two days until his 30th birthday. He had picked me up, per usual, and told me of the latest news which made my heart drop into my stomach."It will be only for a week. Hamish and I need to attend the conference in Singapore. Melinda is too well informed about this topic, so she has to come along instead of you. And somebody has to stay back and take her position here." Michael thought about something, going silent for a while. "I'll be back Sunday evening the soonest. As soon as I have access to internet, you'll hear from me, I promise."I don't know what's worse – not seeing him for an entire week or taking over her position this suddenly."When are you leaving?", I asked instead of voicing my concerns. "In a few hours, at three p.m.", he sounded tight-lipped. "It was all so sudden, I just got the call a few minutes ago. I'll drop you off to work an

"Only I am allowed to pleasure you tonight."I grew wet instantly and felt myself dripping onto the sheets. "Yes, Mr Beaumont", I said in the cutest voice, nibbling his head. "Please call me anything you like."He deep throated me that instant. "Baby girl just suck my dick already."I smiled happily and bopped my head up and down, deep throated, swirled my tongue around, jerked him off too and played with his balls, causing his to grab my head almost immediately.After a while he came inside of my mouth and I happily swallowed.It tasted good – of course it would. He took care of his body and diet."Lay down." "Yes daddy."He stroke his length."Hold onto the headboard." I did.Without warning, he entered me with his big length and filled me out until I couldn't stop moaning.I was panting harshly once he was fully inside of me. "You came", he laughed, flicking my bean. "Oh baby, I'll have you faint several times tonight."Michael stopped and traced my face, kissed me softly and held

We went to the garage, discussing where we should go to get the groceries for tonight's dinner. Michael tossed me the keys and put his file case in the back of his BMW, then went to the passenger side.While I drove us to Target in his car, Michael replied to a few more business emails, which I tried not to roll my eyes at. Whenever he had the chance to read one, he did. Before bed, once he woke up, at the toilet, when he thought I didn't see him sneak away after we ate or as we watched TV – it was like an addiction to him. But; he was the business man. He led a company. He was well-known and respected in the higher circles. Not me. And I replied to some of those emails, and I knew they needed to be addressed as soon as possible. So I wouldn't nag.As always, we cooked together while some classical piano piece played in the back. Michael and I had found out through coincidence that we both enjoyed a good, classical music composition; which was strange if you considered the style of mu