A BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION

ELIZA.

"I can't do that, sir... it's not... it doesn't work for me."

"I don't remember saying this was optional. We have a deal, Miss. Vale. This is part of that deal."

"But I have a lude here! I can't just up and leave it!" I exclaim.

"Don't be dramatic," Lincoln, my boss and CEO of Grey Enterprises retorts in that oh so dry manner of his, the kind that grates on your nerves. "It is just for a week. I am done having this discussion. Also, you can have the day off to prepare for it. That will be all."

This is unbelievable.

I know we have a deal.

I know it is not something I can easily get out of, but this, dropping my lude to follow you halfway across the world on such short notice... it can't be fair.

This is all Nick's fault.

My twin brother.

As I walk out of his office I can't help but think back to the situation that led to this mess.

Me and my brother... Well, we are orphans.

By choice.

Our parents were the deadbeat kind that will abandon you to your devices but still want to take you for everything you are worth.

My brother had left them the second we turned eighteen.

I mean it, the very second.

We had stood by the window hand in hand as we watched the clock strike twelve, and once it was a new day, we had escaped through the window and never looked back.

Not even once.

With the little money I had managed to save up, I had enrolled part time in a community college while working, while Nick had gone to do something more hands on by working in.mechanics shop.

For a few years everything went well.

We had a steady, -low but steady- income, our plans were moving in, and I managed to land a job at Grey Enterprises as a part time secretary.

Everything changed when Lincoln, my boss, noticed me.

Up till now, I still don't know what it is about me that caught his attention but because of that, I had gone from the bottom of the food chain to being his personal assistant to the envy of a lot of people in the company, cough, cough, women.

And also my brother.

I don't know.

Maybe it was because I was moving faster ahead and he tried to keep up, maybe he resented my success while he still remained a mechanic, I don't know but he changed.

Started coming home late.

Hung out with the wrong crowds.

Always picking fights with me and looking down on my colleagues.

And my boss.

Oh he hates Lincoln with a passion and I still don't understand why.

Anyway, one day, I had told him that I would be arriving late because of a dinner meeting I had to attend with Lincoln.

Innocent enough right?

Wrong.

See, Lincoln had a habit of dropping me off whenever work ran a little too late and he repeated the same process again.

Except this time, we were ambushed.

They had not managed to do any damage thanks to Lincoln's defense skills but he still got hit in the head and had to be taken into the hospital.

It was later on I had found out the link between the ambush and my brother but it was already too late.

The cops were on their trail.

I was terrified.

Lost.

He was my only family, the one that we had gone through thick and thin together, I couldn't just let him be arrested.

So I had gone to Lincoln, heart in my mouth, confessing all I knew and begging him to please spare my brother.

He had agreed readily enough.

But with a price.

In addition to being his personal assistant, I will also be his lover, and must be ready to do his bidding at all times.

The proposal shocked me.

Never, not once did I think he saw me that way, and I would have been flattered if he wasn't using my brother's freedom as the bargain chip.

What was I to do?

I agreed.

And so, here we are, secretary by day, lover by night.

Except it didn't stay that watt for long.

Lincoln is... insatiable.

He would me in the middle of the day, while working and the moment I crossed the threshold of his office I would be in his arms

There is no place in his office he has not had me.

The walls, the carpets, his desk, his chairs, everywhere and in every position.

I was like his very own personal toy and the worst part is I liked it.

I liked the way he held me, pulled at me, like IA wasn't some breakable toy

But as a full blooded woman.

He gave pleasure and expected it back in turn.

Sometimes, he would call me to his office while having an online meeting, and point down at his fly and my whole body would zing in pleasure.

Pleasure at taking him into my mouth and pushing him to insanity while he maintained that cold facade for his meeting.

It was like a game

See how far I could drive him crazy.

But he was the one who always won.

I can't resist him.

And now, now I am to follow him all the way to Turkey for what he calls a business merger

I am not bothered about the meeting, my problem is... this thing between us has never left the states.

What happens when we are over there and we do not have the luxury to return to our own personal space.

We will be with each other, twenty four seven, what if everything changes.

How long can I hold on like this?

"Hello? Earth to Eliza?"

I come out of my reminiscing to see Ric, one of my colleagues leaning over me, eyes worried.

"Hi, Ric," I greet as I unconsciously lean away from him. "How are you doing?"

"Good. Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes still showing concern.

"Yeah, yeah. I am good, just... preoccupied."

"Anything I can help with?" he asks with a charming smile.

"Not really. Mr. Grey just informed me that I will be accompanying him to Turkey for the business merger," I explain.

"Wow. Lucky you. What is the issue?"

I heave a sigh at the question.

How do I even begin to explain?

"Yeah, it is great but ... I don't know. It is just quite... impromptu."

"Welcome to the world of business. You need to be quick on your feet."

"Thanks Ric."

"So, are you done for the day? Do you want to grab a drink?"

Before I could answer, I hear Lincoln's door click close and I catch him walking out of the office.

From the look he gave me, I could tell that he had heard the question.

"Mr. Bates,"he begins. "I wasn't aware you were done with the Maximilian project."

"ao,h I am not sir."

"Then why are you here preventing my PA from doing her job?"

"Oh, I wasn't... it is the end of ..."

At the deadpan look on Lincoln's face, he straightens up from my desk.

"My apologies, sir. I will... I will leave now."

With a resigned but expected twinge I watch as he leaves, as well as Lincoln who doesn't even spare me a glance.

Again, how is this my life?

ELIZA

The moment I walk through my apartment doors, I am slammed into the wall and a pair of lips fastening to mine.

Lincoln

"You are late," he whispers into my ear as he pulls my shirt apart, revealing the lacy green bra underneath and my d sized cup breast. "Were you with him? Ric?" he demands, and I swear I can hear a tone of jealousy in his voice.

"No, I... uh, I had to pick up some groceries," I gasp as he latches onto my neck, nibbling on it as I whimper in {leasure.

"Groceries?"

"Y...yes. They are in my... on the ground."

He takes a moment to look at the ground and sees the groceries there before turning back to me.

"I want you. I want you now."

And in one move pulls me back into his arms.

I lose myself in the wild and relentless attack of his lips. How is it possible for someone to be this good?

He backs me to a wall, where he then proceeds to kiss me all the way down, my bra coming off in a trail after his lips.

Soon, I am standing in nothing but sheer net panties.

"Damn, you're stunning," he murmurs as he looks up at me from the floor, where he was kneeling.

"Your turn," I say as I pull him up.

When we are like this, there is no boss or assistant, just two people taking pleasure in each other.

That is the way he wants it and honestly I agree.

I undress him in a rush, losing some of the buttons on his chest in my haste. As I am going for his belt, he reaches for my hands and still it

"Let me," he says, making me flush at my uncoordinated movements.

In seconds, his pants are down and he's standing in blue navy boxers. I can't help but stare at his size in wonder and want.

His lips continue to tease the sensitive skin on my neck as his hands go behind me to reach for the clasp of my bra. In one move, he unclasps it, and uses the strap of said bra to hold my hands hostage over my head.

Holding my hands there with one hand, he uses his other one to sneak into panties. One finger, and then two. Slowly, he fills me up until his whole fingers are in me, moving in and out in a steadily increasing tempo.

The only part I'm able to move are my hips, since my hands are held hostage and my legs trapped by his thighs. At this point, I'm completely at a loss of words. Only grunts, and pants and moans are the sounds capable of crossing my lips.

Turning my head to his face, I reach for his lips. For a release, for anything really, anything that will push me off the edge I am tittering on. He evades my lips and bends his head to my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and biting it. I'm caught in a whirlwind where I cannot find solid ground or catch my breath- It shatters me.

Soon, I become aware of my surroundings and notice that once again, I am being cradled, and held tightly in his arms. I groan out a sound, just to make sure my throat is still working after the scream I had made earlier.

"Better?" He asks.

"Yeah," I blurt out.

He gives a cheeky smirk at that, " Glad I could be of service. Don't hold back now."

I look at him for a few seconds before jumping on him, my breasts pressed flat on his chest and my legs crossed at the back of his hips.

"My room," I whisper as I begin nibbling on his neck.

Without further questions, he heads towards it and in no time we are back at it again. All pieces of covering discarded on the floor. This time, my hands are free to roam and boy, do they roam.

Everywhere I touch is muscle, no fats, just firm toned muscles. He isn't bulgy, like all those body builders, he was just really fit.

Will I ever get tired of him? Of us?

That thought quickly flies out of my head the moment he palms my breasts. Squeezing and pinching them with such skill, makes my lower region begin to tighten and constrict.

He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking it all the way in.

"Oh, my... that... don't stop," I pant. "That feels so... good."

He is relentless, and very attentive. He switches to the other breast and gives it equal treatment. By this point, I'm a mess- A quivering, sensitized, unbelievably aroused lump of quivering flesh.

I can feel him. His length. Somehow, it has grown even bigger. It is a welcome and seriously erotic weight on me.

He moves lower, to the very heart of me and with his eyes staring directly at me, licks my center. It is so dirty, so base, so hot. I release immediately.

Again. Two orgasms in less than ten minutes, and he hasn't even entered me yet.

As I slowly, but surely come down to earth, I notice him staring at me.

"Are you still on the pill?" He asks.

"Yes, why do you keep asking that?" I ask.

"Better safe than sorry," he mutters before kissing me.

It is different this time. Gentle, calmer. He takes his time, savoring my lips like they are some kind of desert.

Before long, we are both panting with want again. I feel his hands gently spread open my legs before he kisses me deeper again and slams into me. I moan out, long and hard, my back arching off the bed in ecstasy.

He withdraws and slams into me repeatedly, and this time I begin to lose my sight. Spots play around my eyes as I hang onto him for dear life.

I swear, he is a machine. No need for breaks.

Unintelligible sounds escape from my mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him and urging him on. Pushing him deeper each time he thrusts.

I hear him grunt out and it's clear he is losing control too. His strokes become shorter and harder, bringing both of us closer to the edge.

We release at the same time, with me arching off the bed and both of us screaming out in pure unadulterated pleasure, before we collapse. Me on the bed and him on me.

I'm vaguely aware of the sounds of our heartbeat, running a sprint in our chests and moving in tandem.

"Are you still annoyed about the trip?" he asks quietly as we catch our breath.

"Do I have a right to be?" I return.

"Eliza."

"Can we not talk about this? You have already made your decision. Stop asking me like I have a choice," I tell him before pulling away and off the bed to head to the kitchen.

I am.gulping down a glass of water when he comes up beside me.

"You know why I want you there with me" he whispers as his hands snake around my waist.

"Because I am a damn good PA?" I reply.

"Yes, among many other things. Don't be coy, Liza, you know you can't do without me. You are just as addicted to me as I am to you."

That... is unfortunately true.

Addicted.

Not love.

It can never be love.

Still lost in thought I don't notice Whn his hands sneak into my heat, only coming back to reality when he already has a finger in it.

"Lincoln..." I pant.

"Shh, just take it," he whispers as he begins pumping in and out of me, increasing th4 tempo until my whole body is pressed against him for friction and my head is thrown back in wild abandonment.

All thoughts of annoyance or melancholy forgotten.

He repeats a pattern, bringing me to edge with a fast tempo before slowing doesn't again, leaving me flustered and on edge.

"Please, places stop," I beg.

"Why? You clearly like it," he says, eyeing the way I was leaking.

"You are being a tease," I answer.

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are."

Pulling away from him I push him flat to the ground before getting in between him, I get on my knees and push him on his back, settling myself on top of him and with each thigh at his sides.

"I think it is my turn now. Hope you don't mind?" I ask with a coy look.

"No, please go ahead."

I lift myself up and position his cock directly in front of my entrance and with my eyes glued on his, I drop.

My toes curl at the sensation that ripples through me. Head thrown back and my arched upwards, I rise and drop. Over and over again. Each time gaining speed and losing focus and grip.

His hands grip my waist, controlling my movements and speed but even then, it is only a matter of time before we are hurtled into space.

My head is on his shoulders when I come down from the stars. I become aware of his hands slowly reducing their strength and his breath becoming steady

Maybe this trip won't be so bad.

ELIZA

"Welcome aboard to the Turkish airlines, we are delighted to have you here. Please take your seats while I enumerate the instructions for this flight. First of all..."

I tune out the air histess's words as I settle into my seat on the first class section of the plane, Lincoln right beside me.

I guess sleeping with your billionaire boss does have its perks.

"Are you scared?" he asks as the plane takes off.

"No, why do you ask?"

He moves his glance from my eyes to my hands and I see that I am gripping his arm tightly.

"Oh, sorry," I say as I slowly let go for him only to grab it again when the pane shakes.

He raises an eye toe at the movement and I flush under it.

"You have never flown before?" he asks.

"No. Where would I fly to?"

"I see. I guess we are going to have to rectify that."

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm, you will see. We are in the air now, you can let go."

I look out to see that we have already risen to the level of the cloud and I finally do let go.

He nods at me before going back to the documents in his hands.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, you have already done your part,"he answers. "You can watch a movie if you are bored or take a nap. It is going to be a long flight."

I nod at his words before looking back out the window.

The clouds look so soft, like they would dissolve in my hands if I touch them. I also try not to think too much on how far off the ground we are.

The fear of heights has always been a part of me ever since my mother had "accidentally" pushed me off our balcony.

She was high.

And I was trying to get her attention.

I was six.

I shake off the memories of the bad times and close my eyes.

They are forgotten, no point dwelling in the past.

Think beautiful thoughts, Eliza...

Soft clouds, beautiful country, great food...

I am woken up by a growing pressure in my nether regions.

Not the pressed kind that makes you want to run to the toilet.

But by the kind that makes you want to moan out in pleasure.

I open my eyes to be met with darkness.

It is late and the only lights to be seen are from the seats of those still awake.

Our seat lights are not on.

Which is probably why Lincoln can do what he is doing without fear.

He slips another finger into me and I do all I can to not make a sound, but I can't stop my body from arching up a bit and pressing more into his hands.

"You are awake," he whispers and I turn to see his eyes staring at me, very prominent even in the dark. "That is good. I was going to have to take more drastic actions in rousing you up."

"What... what are you doing?" I ask with a gasp of breath.

"What does it look like?" he returns as he slips his last finger into me, and then makes a tight fist in me.

"Shit!" I curse as my eyes get dazzled with blinding light, tightening my legs to contain the pressure.

"Language," he says. "I have told you how I feel about curse words. I guess we are going to have to do something about that mouth of yours," he continues as he pulls his hands out leaving me empty and making me whimper in protest.

He extends his chair backwards allowing him more legroom before gesturing for me to get between them.

An order I happily give in to.

Within seconds, his fly is down and I am pulling out his thick member into my mouth.

He is already big without any arousal, so you can imagine the mouthful I have with how erect and turned on he is.

I try to be quiet, I really do.

If we are found out, we can be charged with public indecency.

But it's hard,especially with the way he fists his hand into my hair, guiding my movement and speed until I am drenched with sweat, spit and cum.

He comes without warning, spraying himself all over my face and into my mouth while I try to contain the onslaught.

Eventually, he is done and I shakily get to my feet and go in search of a bathroom, immensely grateful for the cover of darkness.

Once in, I stare at myself in shock at how disheveled I look. My hair is a mess, with strands pointing in different directions, cum all over my face and chest, that is going to be hard to get out.

"Look at you," I mutter as I begin cleaning myself with some wipes. "He says come and you jump like a puppy. You are a mess.!"

There is no saving my clothes, so I unbutton it a few steps down and leave it like that.

It is dark anyway and nobody will see it.

When I head back to my seat, he is on a call.

"Is there a problem?" I ask once he ends it.

"No. The meeting has been moved up by a day. Which means we won't have time to take a nap before we go."

"That is fine by me," I say. "I already slept."

"Good. Here," he says as he hands me one of the folders. "Familiarize yourself with these people. Any additional research you can add to it would be most helpful."

"Yes, sir," I respond as I take the folder while pulling up my laptop.

And just like that, we are back with the professional distance.

It is enough to give me a whiplash.

The rest of the trip is spent in silence as we both focus on our respective tasks.

By the time the pane announces landing, it is already past noon.

Thankfully, the check out is seamless and our ride is waiting for us.

"Where to sir?" the driver asks.

"Straight to the villa," Lincoln answers. "And remain on standby."

As the car glides off the road, I turn to him as I hand him the laptop.

"I did as you ordered and found some discrepancies in their portfolio. I detailed it in here."

I watch as his eyes glaze over with mild anger as he reads through.

"You should have found this out before we left," he says quietly.

"I know I am sorry."

"Where are the counter measure for these? Or do I have to instruct you on how to do that too?"

"I already added them in the next page."

He grunts as he continues reading and I heave a sigh of relief.

An angry Lincoln is not someone I want to handle right now.

Once we arrive, I quickly head to the rooms I am directed to and have a quick shower before getting dressed in a peach colored pant suit and stiletto heels.

Heading back out, I am told that he is already in the car waiting for me and as I hurry, I get a message on my phone.

It's from Nick.