Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)

Chapter 2

We ride to the restaurant in near silence. My mind still racing. Why a cabin?

Once inside, we are seated at a booth, a rather intimate booth, in a quiet corner. I order a glass of water and a glass of white wine to his water and Old Fashioned. When she comes to take our orders he orders for us both, and I try not to let my hesitation show. This place is really nice, and he's taking me to a cabin? Something seems off.

The server disappears and I look up to find his eyes on me. "Madelyn," He stares at me for a moment, "you've been quiet."

It was a statement, but the question was heavy between us. I take a drink of my wine, "Yes. Just trying to figure out how to ask why we are in a cabin and not at the resort as originally planned?"

He smirks, and then chuckles. "Madelyn, sweet Madelyn, you should have just asked."he leans forward on the table, making the moment more intimate, "My family owns a home, a cabin really, just outside of Asheville. I thought it was being used this week, turns out it isn't. I just figured it would be more comfortable. There are 5 bedrooms, a full kitchen, a large family room, an office, a hot tub, to name a few amenities. I'm sure you'll love it."

I listen to his explanation. The resort was $600+ per night, per room. This will save the company a good bit of money. I offer him a smile. "That makes perfect sense. Thank you for explaining."

He smirks again, "why were you worried? Don't think you can handle being alone with me?" I look into his eyes and feel like there's a challenge. My heart races and I feel myself flush. Another chuckle from him, "you're gorgeous when you blush, if I may say."

The moment passes and we enjoy our meal and hit the road. It's 20:00 now, and we still have about 3 hours left. We make easy conversation for awhile, and then he gets a phone call. I try not to listen, but I'm next to him. He and Donovan are discussing this week, it sounds like.

Dimitri doesn't sound pleased and then abruptly hangs up. "Dammit!," he shouts. I jump a little, startled at his anger.  He immediately notices me and apologizes. Reaching over he grabs my hand and says, "I am so sorry, Madelyn. I love that boy of mine, but he can push some buttons at times. It seems on Monday he and his brothers will be joining us."

My mouth opens and then closes. "So, should I try and book the resort?" My mind races. He said 5 bedrooms. Dimitri has 4 sons.

He looks at me and then shakes his head, "no, no... I'm sure they are booked by now. It's not a problem."

Attempting to learn more, "are all of the boys coming? I have only met Donovan. I know there are others."

It's at this time I realize he's still holding my hand, his thumb gently rubbing the inside of my wrist. Before I can move it, he grip tightens like he's in deep thought as he begins talking. "Well, Donovan, who you know, is the oldest. He's 35 and every bit as stubborn as I am. The twins are 34, and their poor momma deserves a medal for 3 under 1. Dominic and Rafe are only 11 months younger than Donovan. They are good men, but both enjoy the party scene a little too much. And then our youngest son," he pauses, "Giovanni, or Gio, he's the only one settled down and only 26. He's married to Bianca and they have 3 of their own, and she's expecting. He won't be joining us."

I laugh, "wow! I can't imagine! 26 and a mom of 4." I relax a little now, "well, I look forward to meeting Dominic and Rafe." He pulls his hand away to focus on driving.

We finally arrive at the cabin. A long path from the main road, it's breathtaking. Getting out of the vehicle, I turn towards the house. "Di..." the rest of his name fades out, "this is beautiful."

I feel you stop behind me, close. Your voice low as you whisper close enough to my ear that I feel your breath on my neck, "D, huh?" A hand comes to my shoulder, "I think I like it, Madelyn." I turn, which somehow places me between him and the SUV, and I realize just how close he is. His hand runs down my arm, "let's get unloaded, Madelyn. I hope you're comfortable here."

Dimitri proceeds to pull suitcase after suitcase of luggage from the trunk. I help him and take a moment to appreciate how in shape he is for his age. He's 20 years older than me and moving much more efficiently.

It's after midnight before we get everything inside and he shows me to my room. He is in the master, I have a large guest room next to his. The boys, when arriving, will be staying across the house in the other rooms. The cabin is comfortable, but after we say goodnight and I move to my room to undress, I feel as though I'm being watched.

Finally in my favorite red lingerie, as I always dress for bed because Jason prefers it and it's all I have, I climb into bed. Dozing off immediately, I'm awaken some time later by a noise that sounds like heavy breathing and then a "click", I swear it was my door shutting. Getting up slowly and opening my door, I enter the hallway and see a dim light in the kitchen. Upon entering, I find Dimitri, his back to me, in only tight boxer briefs. He doesn't see me yet, and I take a moment to run my eyes over his body. As he turns, I notice his erection gripped in his hand, the size of his cock keeping my attention, and his heavy breathing. Was he in my room?

He takes a few steps towards me and with a dark look in his eye, he leans close to me, "do you like what you see, Madelyn?"

I'm in shock and can't answer, "Sir, I..."

He takes another step towards me, and with a hand on my hip, turns me so my back is to a wall. His eyes, almost black now, "Good girl. Already calling me 'Sir'."

My breathing becomes more rapid and I'm not sure what I'm feeling. Scared? Excited? Curious? Guilty?

Before I can evaluate how I'm feeling, or turn to run back to my room, his fingers tangle with my hair and his lips are at my ear as he angles my head, "I like the lingerie that you wore for me." His erection is now pressing into my stomach. "Get on your knees, Madelyn."

I freeze.

"Now." The order was clear, and I find myself face to face with his long, thick, hard cock. His fingers gripping my hair and causing my scalp to sting I hear him say, "Now suck."