Sexual Delulu
Jason reached out to pick up his phone which had been vibrating on the bedside table.
"What is it?", his tone was stern and after listening to the speaker in silence, "I see. Very well", before he hung up.
"What happened?", the sultry voice of a naked woman came up from beside him and she entwined their arms. "Let's continue", she whispered into his ear and Jason's threatening gaze shifted to her.
"Touch me again, and I'll break your arm". He remained seated at the edge of the bed in thought. Clinton had just called him informing him that a business meeting scheduled for the next day with future investors was on the verge of being canceled. His source got word that their rival company had promised the foreign investors even higher privileges if they were to switch sides since a contract was yet to be signed.
And this was what had been ongoing even before his father's death. The Rudolph group kept stealing their business deals and it was really starting to piss him off. Although he'd worked as the muscle while his father had worked as the brains constantly giving him orders, if he didn't find a way to tackle this crisis soon—they'd be bankrupt within the next decade.
No one aside from him and Clinton knew that.
The woman behind him cursed, "You don't have to be so aggressive, dammit. You've always been like this", she was about to touch his bare back but paused midway recalling that he wasn't the type to throw empty threats either. She shuffled to the opposite edge of the bed. "Is it concerning the company, sir?".
He ignored the question still tapping his foot.
Noting that he wouldn't answer anytime soon, Ashley got up on both feet before heading to the bathroom. "I'll freshen up first".
Ashley Baker was a twenty-four-year-old blonde floozy who also served as Jason's secretary. She'd met Jason several times as a child when their fathers met on different occasions and just as her father had worked for his father—she was now stuck working for him as well.
She knew about his violent tendencies which were hard to miss, and she knew that he often required sex to calm down. He was the type to keep his personal life and business life miles apart so the fact that he'd slept with her meant he'd been desperate.
She turned back to stare at him through narrowed eyes before shutting the bathroom door. 'Bastard!'.
A smirk formed on Ashley's lips as she walked to stare at her reflection in the mirror. 'I was wondering how long he could keep his eyes off this sexy little body of mine'. She snickered admiring herself although her legs felt wobbly from having him pound into her mercilessly.
Over the last two months she'd worked as his secretary, she'd made sure her cleavage was always visible—as her father had advised.
When he came stumbling out of his office a few hours ago, she'd thought he'd felt ill and rushed to support him. That was when she'd smelled the alcohol. He wasn't completely drunk, but she played her cards right and ended up in his hotel bed.
To think he'd use a condom on her despite her protests like she was done disease-carrying freak.
The ecstasy she'd felt when he'd entered her while pinning both her arms together so she couldn't reach him. The way he'd fucked her like some needy slut...damn...
"That was certainly hot". Maybe even among the best she'd had.
She slowly traced her fingers down her body before reaching her core. Her middle finger found its way inside her wet, throbbing middle and a low moan escaped her lips. "Why did he have to stop when it felt like I was about to have an orgasm", she whispered, moving her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her back arched as she began grinding against her arm like she was riding his cock.
The sound of the door creaking open interrupted her erotic reverie and Ashley hastily pulled her fingers out from between her legs trying to appear unfazed to Jason who had a towel around his waist.
"I'll shower first then", he completely ignored what he'd seen, walking forward as she moved to block his way.
Jason paused to look down at her with an intimidating glare but Ashley seemed unmoved and wore an innocent smile. 'Why don't we take a shower together?', she looked down at the thought of saying those words out loud and her cheeks heated up in embarrassment.
"What is it?", his voice was raspy and Ashley realized it would be foolish to ask that—especially to someone like him.
"Nothing, I wanted to suggest you use the shower while I take the tub", she quickly regained her composure and he pushed past her.
"Whatever". Jason took off his towel before turning on the shower and Ashley moved to the bathtub.
This room was a room reserved for him alone, so he had a few things inside like his spare bathing sponge and toothbrush. Whenever he brought a woman, he never slept over with them and usually sent them away after he was done.
Ashley cleared her throat noting that he'd been staring at the wall for a while without actually taking a shower. "Jason, I mean—sir, the call from earlier, is it what's bothering you?".
Jason took a second to turn on the tap before running his soapy fingers through his hair. "Miss Baker?".
"Sir?", her lash extensions fluttered against her cheeks as she blinked.
"What job were you hired to do?". His voice was raspy.
"To work as your secretary".
"Very good. So why are you trying to play the part of a counsellor?". He slowly scrubbed his arm and she watched with a fascinated gaze as water droplets streamed down his muscular torso and down his slender hips.
"My mistake", she returned to washing herself knowing that angering him would only end whatever they had going on, faster. Even though they were sex partners today, who could tell what the future had in store for them?
Maybe she could even become Mrs. Ashley Timberlake one day.
She smiled at the thought of it. All she needed to do was thread carefully since tolerance and patience was all you needed to win over a man like this.
'Jason Timberlake', she raised some water droplets with her hand and watched them slip out. 'Soon enough, all you have will belong to me'.