All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BOSS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He truly loves to show dominance. He used two cuffs to hold my hands to my legs, respectively. Matt had a really huge physique. His chest and abs were very firm, and his dark skin colour made him look so attractive. His deep voice was so arousing. He breathed softly on my neck while he kissed it. I could feel my nipples stiffening and my pussy was already getting very wet. It was eager to get that huge cock of his into it, but Matt knew how to play. He suckled my nipple and at the same time made me yearn to have his cock inside my pussy. “Don't pull too hard, or you'll wound yourself,” he whispered softly into my ears. I really wanted to grab those thick shoulders, but he had my hands cuffed to my legs. He kissed me slowly down to my navel and then he went slowly till he got to my vulva. I was literally shaking, and I could feel my nerves yearning for a firm and hard sex. He touched my stiffened nipples softly as he slowly used his tongue to go down into my wet pussy. “Yeah baby,

The floor was decorated with flowers and the room was lit with a colourful red light. The music in the background was soothing, and I could see the image of a naked man. I didn't need to give it a second thought. It was definitely my client. I didn't have too much time to waste, so I got naked, and I threw my dress on the floor, just right at the entrance of the house, and walked straight to him. “Hello there beautiful” he said with a deep voice. I grabbed his dick softly and placed a kiss on his lips. He was very hard. His white cock was big anyways and it tasted so good. But this time around,he caught me by surprise. He took my hand off his dick slowly and cuffed them to the rail of his bed. He didn't forget my leg as well. I was left to lay on the bed with my hands and legs all placed on a leash. A stripper walked into his room, leaving me to wonder where he actually got the stripper from. She was fully naked while he took a seat on the sofa in front of if the bed. The lady we

Anna was not meant to have a taste of this cock. She wasn’t. As I stood there, I finally realised that I wanted that cock all to myself. I was feeling very jealous at the moment, but I tried so hard to conceal the feelings. “Don't you want to join the fun?” Matt asked. “Yes” I replied. Who would want to leave this fun all because of some little jealousy. I was not going to let her enjoy this cock alone. After getting my affirmation, he grabbed me and started banging me from behind. After a while, he stopped and made I and Anna lie next to each other on the bed. He brought a bag filled with sex tools and placed it next to us. He started with cuffing Anna's hand to the rails next to the bed, then he did the same to her legs. He made me take a doggy style position with my face close to Anna's pussy, he cuffed my hand to my legs, giving me to choice but to bury my face in her pussy. She was already aroused as I had started licking her pussy. “I guess you already know what to do” he g

Jessica shoves the office door open so hard it cracks against the wall like a gunshot.Bill Muntz flinches behind his oversized mahogany desk, his stubby fingers freezing mid-bite around a jelly donut. Powdered sugar dusts the lapels of his too-tight blazer, and his piggy little eyes blink up at her like she's lost her damn mind.Oh she has.“What the flying fuck is this, Bill?” Jessica slaps her payslip down on his desk hard enough to scatter a stack of invoices. "Well, good morning to you too, Jessica.""Don't good morning me, Bill. You wanna explain this to me?"Bill sets the donut down slowly. Dabs his mouth with a napkin like he's got all the time in the world. As he leans back in his leather chair, the thing groans under his weight like it's begging for mercy then he folds his hands over the mound of his belly.“I assume you’re referring to the payroll adjustment?""Adjustment? You cut my net pay by thirty percent!" Jessica’s chest heaved under her silk blouse. "Why? Where's my

When Matt Kingston isn’t dominating a boardroom, he’s usually found on his private, half-court basketball setup tucked into the wing of his London estate. He never had delusions of joining the NBA, but he worshipped the grit of the game. It was a high-speed, physical escape where the only thing that mattered was the arc of the ball and the snap of the net. He just wanted to be a regular guy for a few days, far away from the constant buzz of his multi-million dollar firm.He sinks a final, perfect three-pointer, the ball swishing through the net with a satisfying snap. Sweat clings to his grey jersey, mapping out the hard, ripped lines of his chest and abs. He heads into the master suite for a shower, but as he passes the marble vanity, his phone starts dancing. "Crazy bitch," he mutters, not even needing to see the ID to know it was that crazy bitch from two nights ago. She’d spent the last twenty four hours blowing up his line, convinced that one night of him rearranging her in