My sexy Boss

[ 10 ]

As Parker and I walk through the door, I can smell the sweat and alcohol and I can hear the deafening loud music.

With second thoughts about me going to the club with Parker, I follow him to the bar. 

"Four shots of tequila please," he tells the girl behind the counter, who presses her chest forward while handing him the drinks.

I roll my eyes at her and take the glass that Parker is handing me. I down it in one go, and I do the same to the next one.

"Let's dance," I say to Parker, while grabbing his ridiculous large arm and pulling him with me. He quickly drinks his second shot and follows me.

We start dancing with each other, but as the night goes on, he slowly disappears from my sight while dancing with others. I don't mind though, I am currently dancing with a group of girls. I don't think anyone really knows the other, but we're having a lot of fun. 

Every once in a while I walk to the bar to get a drink for me and the other girls. I don't know how much I have had to drink, but my mind is clouded and I think I'm on the verge of hearing colours.

I sway my hips to the music, I notice a few guys looking at me and the other girls. I pull the girls close together, and tell them that we're being watched.

Together we decide we're going to give them a little 'show'. The alcohol is definitely playing a great role in this decision.

Two of the eight girls walk a little away from us, and start grinding against each other. While pulling their hair a little up and showing the men around us their necks.

Another girl starts dancing as if she is on a stage in a strippersclub. It looked really fun, since she was smiling like crazy. A few other girls join the third girl and two girls join the first two. 

I decide to dance a little around the group of girls, swaying my butt, dropping my head to the ground in a sexy kind of way and grinding up to a few guys, but pulling away before they can grab me.

We get quite an audience, and everywhere guys are 'whooping' at us. A few of the girls dancing like they were strippers join me on my quest of torturing the guys around us even more.

When I walk to my next 'victim' of my amazing butt, my arm is grabbed and I am being dragged away from the other girls.

I try pulling away, but I am too weak due to all the alcohol in my system. I try keeping up with the guy pulling me, but I have trouble trying not to fall on my face.

When we talk through the doors of the club, he slows down a little. I take a deep breath of fresh air and my mind clears up a little. It's funny the effect oxygen has on your brain when you've been in a dense area for so long.

"Come on," the guy grumbles, pushing me in a car.

I rest my head against the window, and fall asleep while seeing the cars pass us by. I know I should stay awake, at least try to see who is taking me, but brain is only yelling at me to close my eyes and go to sleep.

* * * 

I wake up with an immense headache, I try sitting up, but something heavy prevents me from doing so.

I look over and see Travis Grayson next to me, his arm wrapped around me, and his legs tangled in mine. I lean into his chest, staring at the wall in front of me.

Wait!

This is not my room!

I lift my head a little and see that this is in fact not my room, it isn't even my house, since I know for sure that I don't have a room looking like this in it.

I feel Travis steering beside me, I feel him lifting a little as well and kissing the side of my head.

"Go back to sleep baby," he whispers, I can feel my panties becoming wet at the sound of his sexy morning voice.

His arm that was first wrapped around me, is now drawing slow, agonizing circles on the skin on my hip.

I feel him smirking in my hair as I press my thighs together, that son of a bitch knows what feeling he is causing me to have.

"You expect me to sleep with a bitch of a headache and you practically begging me to have sex with you." I snap at him.

He draws his hands back and sits up, looking down at me.

"Hey, I saved you last night from some creep taking you home and taking advantage of you, so don't blame your headache on me. Plus, if I wanted to have sex with you, I wouldn't have to beg you." He leans over and I feel his hot breath in my neck. His lips graze against my neck, he positions himself completely above me, while leaning on his hands that are placed next to my head.

He lifts one of his hands and brushes away the hair from my ear and sucks lightly on it. My back arches in response to his actions. 

He stops sucking and smirks at me, "I would have you begging me for fucking you so hard, you can't remember your own name while screaming my name is the only thing you can do. We would be locked in this house for days, with me bending you over every surface and punishing you when you aren't a good girl." 

I'm left speechless as he pulls away and gets up from the bed. He pulls on his pants, but no shirt, causing me to look at his muscles moving under his skin, while moving around the room.

Before he leaves the room, he walks back to the bed and leans into me once more.

"Get up, get dressed and come downstairs. I expect you down in max. ten minutes. Got it baby girl?" He whispers authoritatively in my ear.

"Yes daddy," I breath out, remembering his kink from last night after work.

He groans as he pulls away, mumbling profanities under his breath as he leaves the room.