The Billionaire and His PA

For the fourth time that week, Felix Callahan sat in a meeting room bored to death by everything that was going on around him. Cool air blasted from the air conditioning system. People of all ages sat along the long oak table with laptops, papers, and Styrofoam cups of coffee or porcelain cups of tea in front of them as they tried to come to an agreement on an investment deal.

The office overlooked the busy city street and although they were high up on the topmost floor, Felix could have sworn that if he squinted hard enough, he could just make out cars and people going about their activities. At that moment, he wished that he were just a normal man without the responsibilities of an entire company on his shoulders. One of the major problems of inheriting a successful tech company from his grandfather, Tobias Jackson, was that he was expected to keep the company successful. Under no circumstance would he be allowed to let their monthly profits showcase anything lower than six figures. That would be utterly unacceptable. The second major problem of inheriting a successful tech company from his grandfather was that his own mother, Bethany Hart, completely resented him for it. As her father's only child, she had been expecting to inherit Tech Town when Tobias passed away and had been utterly flabbergasted and infuriated when the company had gone to her son instead. The third major problem of inheriting a successful tech company from his grandfather was that instead of being out in town having the time of his life in some high-end club like every other twenty-four-year-old was probably doing that Friday night, he was stuck in a meeting with foreign investors. He stole a glance at his watch and groaned when he realized that their meeting had run into the next day – it was already a couple of minutes past midnight. It was already in the early hours of Saturday morning. So much for having the time of his life with his age mates. "I'm sorry Mr. Callahan. I didn't realize that you had somewhere important to be." A nasal voice spoke in a tone filled with contempt and malice. Without looking up, Felix knew that it was his stepfather, Luther Hart, that had made the thinly veiled sarcastic comment. For a man nearing fifty, Luther Hart was relatively attractive – a product of multiple diets and plastic surgeries. Standing at five feet eleven inches, he was just an inch shy of being six feet but he looked a bit shorter than that as he had a slight stoop. His whitening hair which had been dyed to its former black color had already begun to recede. Like the other people in the room, he was dressed corporately. An expensive custom-made suit, golden Rolex, and high-tech laptop served as a testament to his wealth. His shifty brown eyes and semi-permanent scowl made him look villainous. His latest round of facial Botox injections had made him incapable of making any sudden facial expressions. It took everything for him not to tell Luther to go and fuck himself. Luther was the only one in the company that could talk to him like that without fear of losing his job and becoming unemployed. When Felix's mother, Bethany, had discovered that her father had decided to not only pass down the company to Felix instead of her but also state in his will that under no circumstances was Bethany to be ever allowed a position in the company, she had been livid and had then retaliated by insisting that her husband have a spot in the company. It had been a serious case that made national headlines even though the matter hadn't made it to court as Bethany had so often threatened that it would. Ever a greedy piece of money-grabbing shit, Luther had been ecstatic to have a position in the company even though he knew nothing about technology and his last job had been as a yoga instructor which was how he and Bethany had met all those years ago. Luther's joy, however, had been dampened once he discovered that he hadn't been made a partner alongside Felix but rather would be working as an employee under Felix. He had retaliated by frequently making snide remarks and challenging Felix's authority at any given opportunity. Technically, the managerial position that Luther held was one that he was grossly underqualified for but he liked to think otherwise, carrying himself with great pomp and grandeur as if he were the owner of Tech Town. Felix pretended to pick out dirt from underneath his nails. "I don't have anywhere else to be Luther. However, if you wish to take a break from this meeting to do something else, like playing games or whatever it is you do in your free time, I'll be more than happy to give you a break." He stated with a smirk as Luther frowned. When Felix had gotten up briefly a couple of minutes ago to pour himself another cup of tea, he had gotten a glimpse of his stepfather's phone. Rose, his personal assistant, a graying woman old enough to be his grandmother had started to protest when he had stood up, but he had assured her that he was perfectly capable of pouring an already-made pot of tea into a cup. Luther had been utterly invested in a game he had been playing and was paying no attention to what was going on around him. "I don't need a break, Mr. Callahan." Luther sneered through clenched teeth. He hated the fact that he had to address his stepson with so much formality. "We can continue with the meeting." "Excellent," Felix said with a small clap. "So if you could stop interrupting and let us get back to our very important meeting, I'm sure everyone here would be very grateful." Luther glared at him with so much hatred in his eyes but made no further comments.

Sighing, Felix peeled off his navy suit jacket and tossed it on the couch. He didn't bother about picking it up. That was the maid's job, not his. He took in all the details of his apartment. The walls dividing his apartment from the outside world were made out of glass, letting him see the world around him but preventing anyone outside from knowing what was going on inside his apartment. Most of the furniture in the living room was in various shades of gray, from the plush leather couches to the throw pillows on top of them.

Even the coffee table in the middle of the room was a shade of gray so dark, it almost appeared to be black. The room was devoid of personal pictures. Instead, the only things framed were artworks that he had purchased and had been gifted over the years. A huge flat-screen television was mounted on one of the opaque wooden walls. Briefly, he considered watching a quick movie or checking whether the game was on but he knew himself and knew that he won't have just stopped with one movie. The meeting with the foreign investors had gone on until two in the morning. And even after then, he still had to sort out some more issues at work before he had been able to leave the office about an hour later. Even though his apartment was relatively close to his office building, he hadn't driven home immediately. He had first walked Rose to the bus stop as he did regularly. As usual, she had declined his offer to drive her home, settling instead with letting him walk her to the bus stop, insisting that the doctor said the exercise was good for her. The time on his diamond-encrusted Rolex told him that it was already three thirty. That gave him four hours to sleep and then get ready for work. He groaned and roamed his hand through his jet-black hair then sighed when he realized that he was in need of a haircut. A look in the hexagon mirror confirmed his theory, his hair had grown longer than he usually let in. Personally, he thought he looked good with his hair that long – it made him look like a knight of old but he knew that his mother would take one look at him and then begin a lengthy admonishment on how it made him look utterly unprofessional. Loosening his tie, he made his way to his room expecting to take a quick shower, change into his comfortable silk pajamas and then fall asleep under the relaxing atmosphere of the weighted blanket he had gotten himself for Christmas. He however was not expecting to see a woman lying down on his bed. She was scrolling nonchalantly through her phone and her perfectly toned legs swinging in the air made her look like someone straight out from a cringe 80s teen chick-lit sitcom. "Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" He growled once he laid eyes on her. The woman jumped off his bed with a startled squeak. Her phone fell to the floor with a sickening thud. She cringed when she heard the sound but didn't take her eyes off him. "Mr. Callahan sir." She stuttered. "My name is Sapphire and I'm here from Fantasies." The muscles in Felix's body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at-home prostitute service. Their website allowed patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories, or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so. He had been using the services for a while usually contacting them whenever he had grown bored of fucking his own hand. The deal was simple. He would arrange for the type of girl he wanted for the night, providing her with temporary access codes to his apartment. The girl would wait for him on his bed in a sultry position (he had once gotten home to meet a girl with her legs spread wide open) until he got home. Once he arrived, he would fuck the girl senselessly and then fall asleep next to her naked body. By the morning she would be gone and all traces of their wild night would have disappeared. After a couple of days, he would repeat the cycle. Over the years, he had run through a variety of their girls. Black, white, Asian, tall, short, curvy, petite, redheads, brunettes. Almost anything and everything apart from blondes. He couldn't bring himself to ever fuck a blonde again. The moment he laid eyes on the girl, he should have known that she was from Fantasies. Her ivory skin was marked only by the tattoos she had. Brown eyes the same shade as her hair was lined with immaculately winged eyeliners. She was dressed in a maid's outfit but it was completely unlike the one his actual maid wore. The black gown was made of expensive material and adorned with about twenty golden buttons from the top to the waistline. The neckline was almost non-existent as it was dangerously low and her enormous tits were threatening to spill out of them at any minute. The sides of the gown on her waist have been cut out and replaced with a near-transparent but equally expensive black lace material. It helped to accentuate her excellent figure. Stopping dangerously just below her ass, the skirt part of the dress had two more layers of white lace underneath it, giving the skirt a full look. The white apron began as just straps from her shoulders and continued as a white cotton skirt from her waist down. And if that wasn't bad enough, the outfit even came with accessories. White thigh-high stockings knee climbed up from her impossibly tall golden stilettos. Her crimson freshly painted nails could be seen from the black lace material of her gloves.

He licked his lips. It was a beautiful outfit. It was a shame he would have to rip it off her.

Conscious of her watching his every move, he made his way to his bed and tossed his tie aside. Then he beckoned her to sit on his lap. Through the thin fabric of her dress, her braless nipples brushed against his chest causing him to shiver in anticipation.

He started to run the pad of his thumb over the smooth skin of her thighs. "What do you want me to do to you, Sapphire?" He whispered teasingly into her ear.

Tremors ran through her body. "I want you to fuck me, sir. Fuck me until I can't get up again."

He smirked. That was all the answer he needed. His lips crash into hers. Rough and dominant. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she let out something that was a cross between a gasp and a moan. Her legs clenched around him and she felt a bulge in his pants, poking against her inner thigh with the utmost vigor.

She was the one that broke the kiss. Still struggling to catch her breath, she began to unbutton his shirt. She pulled off her gloves and ran her fingers over his smooth bare chest, kissing everywhere that she touched. Then she slid off his lap, got on her knees, and started to unbuckle his belt. She drew the zipper down and he let her take off his clothes. She gasped when she saw the size of his cock.

"What do you see Sapphire?"

"Your cock sir."

"Describe it." He instructed. "In detail."

She gulped but complied. "Well, it's definitely the biggest I've ever seen. It looks veiny but painful. It feels so fucking warm. I like how it's throbbing. But Mr. Callahan, I don't think it's going to fit."

Felix chuckled lightly. "Oh, it can. It must."

Sapphire gulped. Slowly, she began to pump his length. Felix moaned and grabbed onto her exposed ass cheek that was jutted high in the air for his pleasure. Then, she kissed the tip of his cock and ran her tongue seductively over it. Still apprehensive about how she was going to fit that much of his cock into her poor mouth, she paused for a couple of seconds before shoving in as much of his length as her mouth could contain. Then she hallowed her cheeks and began to suck on him. As her throat was completely unable to accommodate his full length, she had to resort to using both of her hands to begin to stroke the part of his cock that her mouth could not contain. She continued her routine of sucking, stroking, pumping, and tongue twirling for what seemed like an eternity. She was almost completely out of breath when she felt his cock begin to twitch in her mouth.

"Fuck Sapphire." Felix moaned as he squeezed her ass tightly. When he smacked it, she let out a moan that sent tremors down the shaft of his cock. "I'm so fucking close. Keep doing what you're doing."

She obliged. Suddenly and without warning, she felt his large hands grab the back of her head and push it closer to himself, giving her no other option than to swallow every single drop of his load. When he finally let go of her head, she pulled away, a thick trail of cum connecting her mouth to his cock. She wiped at it and licked her hand. Then she got up from her kneeling position "That was amazing sir. I'll see myself out now."

He grabbed her hand, stopping her from moving any further. "And where do you think you're going, hm? Your job here isn't done." He drew his hand over her erect but still clothed nipples.

"It's not?"

Felix let out a rumbling laughter. "Oh, I see. You thought that just because I came you were done for the night? On the contrary my sexy minx, the night is just getting started. We still have to get a couple of rounds in."

Her eyes widened. "A couple of rounds? As in plural?" When her long-time best friend had informed her about Fantasies, she had assured her that a large percentage of the men she would encounter were elderly and would be completely spent after a single blow job with the ones with a little more stamina making out time to fondle her tits before they called it a night. Getting Felix Callahan's huge dick and extensive stamina was a pleasant surprise.

But she had her reservations about going a couple of rounds with her new client. She had never seen any cock as wide or as thick as his. Even the dildo she kept by her bedside didn't compare to it. She had barely survived having him in her mouth; she didn't know how she would cope once he began to thrust into her pussy. And then after he was done, he would have completely ruined her for all men. No one else's cock would ever be able to satisfy her the way he would.

Felix chuckled but gave no response to her question, choosing instead to rip the fabric of her dress apart. Sapphire gasped as the fabric came apart, numerous buttons detaching from her outfit, and skittered across the room. Without hesitation, he made quick work of ripping off what was left of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but a lacy thong, knee-high socks, and stilettos.

"My, my, my Sapphire." He purred as he surveyed her nude form. "You've been holding out on me." His right hand slithered into the thin fabric of her thong and his left hand pulled her body closer to him. She shivered as his already erect cock stroked her exposed thigh. As his fingers twirled around the folds of her pussy and clit, she felt her knees turn to jelly. If anything, she was glad he was holding on to her so tightly; there was no way she would have been able to hold herself up with the way he was touching her. Too soon, he pulled out his fingers and held them up to the light. They were absolutely soaked. "Would you look at that? You're already so fucking wet. Such a good little slut."

He tore away the flimsy fabric, flung her to the bed like she were a rag doll, and spread her legs apart so that he could get a good view of her glistening pussy.

Sapphire took the opportunity to admire his body. He towered over her, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and dark brown eyes filled with unadulterated lust. Every inch of him was toned and hard including his pulsing cock which now glistened from the moisture of her saliva. His dark hair cast shadows over his face giving him a dangerously sexy look. He lowered himself on top of her and Sapphire braced herself for the entry of his cock into her pussy. Instead, he teased her, driving her crazy by rubbing his cock against her clit and the folds of her pussy. It took every ounce of her self-control to not just shove his cock into her body and get it over with.

She moved her arms to stroke her erect nipples and he glared at her with a dangerous look in his eyes. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" He growled, still rubbing his cock against her.

Suppressing a moan, she shook her head. "No sir."

"I was planning to go easy on you but since you've decided to disobey, I've now decided that you'll be punished." He snarled. Suddenly, he thrust his full length into her pussy and she cried out in shock. He continued to thrust with each movement seeming to be more brutal than the last. Forcefully, he dragged her arms and pinned them above her head preventing her from pleasurably caressing her nipples. "One thing you should know about me, slut is that you must do exactly as I say when I say it. You do not touch yourself until I do so and you certainly do not come until I say so."

Sapphire whimpered. That last part was going to be a problem. She was so close. So fucking close to coming. She couldn't wait any longer. "Please, sir." She begged as she quivered underneath him. "I'm so close. Please, I need to come."

His grip on her hand tightened. "Shut the fuck up slut. I'm not done with you yet. You come when I say so." His thrusts soon changed from fast and furious to slow and deep. Sapphire was sure his cock was getting to the very wall of her cervix.

He continued to thrust into her with such vigor that Sapphire was sure that she was going to pass out if she didn't immediately come. She had to resort to begging. "Please, sir." She moaned, struggling to breathe. "I just want to come."

"If you want to come, slut, you're going to have to answer just one simple question." He managed to say between thrusts. "Whose slut are you?" He picked up the pace with his thrust, chuckling to himself when she released a series of strangled moans.

"Yours, Mr. Callahan. I'm your slut."

Without stopping, he leaned in close to her. "You can come now, Sapphire."

She crumbled under him as she let out a high-pitched moan. A blissful rush of powerful euphoric tremors overtook her body as she simultaneously felt him shoot his warm cum up her pussy with a throaty groan. She had been right. No one would ever be able to compete with the way he fucked her.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and watched her breath even. The rising and falling of her tits were absolutely mesmerizing. "Ready for the next round?"