Love With My Billionaire Boss

I want you to fuck me

Your cock is all I need

Silence was all that greeted Henry when he went into Quinn's room.

Where was she? He pulled out his cellphone and dialed her number, it wasn't going through. His gaze darkened as his suspicion heightened.

He breezed out of the room in a hurry and was greeted with the figure of Kathleen with her legs on each other on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" He asked impatiently.

"Trying to figure out why my fiance is asking me what I'm doing in his home" Kathleen replied nonchalantly.

"Where's Quinn?" He asked, ignoring her response.

"How I'm I supposed to know?" She stood up and walked over to him.

Resting her hands on his chest, she muttered seductively, "I know you must be tired. Why don't I help you rest?" She bit her lower lips slowly.

Henry tried pushing her but she held on fast. "What do you want?" He asked impatiently.

"Your cock, I fucking want you inside me. When was the last time you fucked me? Answer me!" Henry didn't respond. Different ideas crossed his mind.

Since he was angry, he wanted to hurt someone.. He glanced at Kathleen and sighed; that was if she considered it a punishment.

Without warning,he dragged Kathleen all the way to the master bedroom. He banged the door open and pushed her roughly on the bed. He pulled his drawers open and took out some objects. Kathleen's eyes widened when she saw them. Whips, candles and a chain.

She was an adult, he didn't need to tell her what he wanted to use them for. She had always loved rough sex, but candles? Wasn't that too... extreme?

Spreading her legs in anticipation,she licked her lower lips. Without waiting for his instructions, she stripped off her clothes.

"On your fours" He commanded. She complied without further ado, she arched her back and got on her fours giving him a perfect view of her cunt from the backside. He bound her hands and chained them to the headboard. He smacked her ass and without warning, he pushed three of his fingers into her pussy.

"Fuck Henry, that feels so good!" She screamed in pleasure.

In and out,he stroked her cunt, roughly as she continued screaming in pleasure. Yeah, she was loving it but the thought of him pleasuring Quinn in the same manner, annoyed her.

He pulled his fingers out and splayed her legs so she was spread eagled on the bed.

"Let's spice things up a bit, baby" He huskily whispered close to her ears. She nodded with misty eyes,she needed it, needed him. Lighting up the candle,he brought it close to her pussy lips, she widened her eyes. What was he going to do? His next action answered her question. The wax from the candle burned her lips as she cried out in pain and pleasure. "Aaaahh!!!, Fuck"...

It was painful and yet pleasuring all at once. He roughly turned her and made her go on her fours again.

"Henry, please fuck me. Fuck me please" She begged. She didn't care if she sounded like a whore at that moment,but all she wanted was his cock. Nothing else mattered... He didn't accede to her request but instead took the whip and gave a lash across her ass. "Shit, Henry please.." Her eyes dilated.

Her eyes turned red from the lash,and Henry dripped the candle wax directly on it's imprint, earning a loud scream from her.

"Say my name" His voice came from behind her. "Henry... Fuck" She moaned when he thrust his cock into her. She screamed loudly in pleasure. "Yesss Henry, fuck me like your whore!!" She screamed.

" Louder!!" He grunted as he continued thrusting into her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me Henry" She screamed,beads of sweat forming on her head. He emptied his load in her womb and pulled out.

He spanked her again across her ass. He could never bear to have sex with Quinn in this manner. He didn't want to hurt her in any way. However at the moment, all he wanted to do was inflict pain on Kathleen.

How dare she send Quinn away? Who gave her the right to? And with that he whipped her ass. She screamed in painful pleasure. Her voice was beginning to crack but Henry didn't care. He raised both of her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He pushed his length into her again and began began thrusting with renewed vigor. "Say my name Kathleen" He commanded again.

"Henry!!! Yeah...ummm... Fuck" She screamed. "I can't hear you" He pulled out and thrusting into her again,this time with a great force. "Fuck!!! Aaah....umm!!" Her eyes were filled with tears.

He continued with his vigorous thrusts until they both climaxed. Her legs were shaking like someone who had been electrocuted when he unbound her. Without taking a second glance at her, he went to the bathroom to clean himself up leaving her on the bed. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Kathleen closed her eyes; she was sure she wouldn't be able to move a finger the next day. The sex they just had was too intense. She touched her ass and yelped in pain,it hurt. However she couldn't deny the fact that she enjoyed it. At least,her fiance was all hers now. She didn't need to worry about anyone snatching him from her anymore. He was all hers. She closed her eyes, she was so tired....

Henry came out the bathroom fully dressed,he took a glance at the sleeping figure on the bed and hissed. "Damn you, Kathleen" He cursed under his breath. He needed to find Quinn. How was he going to survive without her? During the sex earlier on,he felt nothing towards Kathleen. All that was on his mind was to inflict pain on her. He left the mansion, got into his car and zoomed off to his friend's cafe.

THE BEAUTY OF A DRINK, was the name that was clearly written at the top of the building. It's owner was a very handsome hunk who abandoned his family's business, opting instead to become the owner of a cafeteria. It was his friend, Jake. Jake was a calm and handsome heir. He was very obstinate as could be seen from his decision to leave the family's business. He was of course a play boy and he and Henry were close buddies. One thing to take note however was that the cafeteria was built in a hotel designed manner. The whole place looked elegant and the workers all looked professional. Jake made sure to choose good looking people; male and female alike. He always argued that the face of a product influenced the patronage of customers...