A thousand shades of Megalomaniac

A thousand shades of Megalomaniac

Daisy Mary

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Cherry Allen was a woman in a predicament. She found herself torn between two choices that could both lead to misery and heartache. On one hand, there was Brandon Black, her egotistical boss who had an obsessive desire for power. He had made it clear that he wanted her and expected her to comply with his every sexual fantasy. On the other hand, there was the option of quitting her job and risking a life full of misery and woe because of her ex Jacob, who was back in town with a past filled with bad decisions and disappointments. A past only Brandon wielded the power to stop from resurfacing. Brandon was a wealthy and influential man who believed that the world was his playground. He was no narcissist, but he had no problem with using his power and influence to get what he wanted. However, he was surprised when he found himself falling head over heels for Cherry after having a one-night stand with her. He couldn't get her out of his mind and he wanted her more than anything else. But Cherry was not an easy conquest. She was a woman of integrity and self-respect and she was not willing to become a sex slave to Brandon's fantasies. She made it clear to him that she would not give in to his demands and that he had to respect her boundaries. Brandon was not used to rejection and he initially didn't take it well. He tried to use his power and influence to persuade her but she stood her ground. He soon realized that he had to change his approach if he wanted to win her over. He learned that not everything in life could be controlled with power and that there were other ways to get what he wanted. He started to woo her with love and affection, something he had never done before. He took her on romantic dates, bought her gifts, and showed her a side of himself that he had never shown anyone else. He soon realized that he was falling in love with her and that he wanted her to be his forever. Cherry was initially skeptical of his newfound sincerity but she eventually let her guard down. She saw the man beneath the power and influence and realized that he was capable of love and tenderness. She agreed to be his girlfriend on the condition that he respected her boundaries and treated her with dignity and respect. In the end, Brandon learned that true love could not be obtained through power and influence. He had to change his ways and learn to love someone for who they were. Cherry, on the other hand, learned that love could come from unexpected places and that sometimes, the best things in life were worth fighting for.

Chapter 1 BOOK ONE : THE CHASE

Cherry's POV

"Oh God!" I moaned loudly as he slammed into me from behind. Impalling my pussy with his thick cock.

"Yeahhh!" He groaned. He kept pumping into me with a fast and steady rythm that made me marvel at his stamina. In an instant he flipped me over and roughly pushed back into me, elliciting a scream from me. He kept at his pace staring into my eyes with those dark eyes. The feelings were too much and I closed my eyes. The flutters in my tummy had built into a mini canyon that was waiting to explode. A few more strokes and I'll be there.

Yeah. Yeahh. Yeahhh-

I felt a sharp slap on my ass.

" Owww!"

What the hell?! I opened my eyes to meet his.

"Keep your eyes open!" he said in his thick voice that's been accentuated with arousal.

I stared into his depths as I felt that familiar trickle of pleasure finding it's way to my pussy setting my whole frame ablaze. I let out a shrew cry, spasmed and collapse onto the bed.

But he wasn't done, he slid his arm behind my back, slightly lifting my abdomen and began to aggressively pound into me. Hard and fast. With grunts and groans. And screams and twists from me. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please..." I was building up again.

"Fuck!" He grunted and pushed deep into me in one go, simultaneously taking my very tender breasts into his mouth.

That did it! I come harder than I did the first time.

He abandons my breasts and grabs my neck tenderly but firmly and stares deep into my eyes as he unloads his cum into me. He slams his lips into mine as he collapsed on me.

He soon rolls off of me and we both lay side by side trying to catch and even out our breaths.

"Wow" I whisper-panted

"That better be a good wow" he said between breaths.

" Ohhh It's a good wow" I assured, still panting. After some moments he turned to face me.

"So....." And he was stuck.

"It's Cherry, " I said " like the fruits" Forgive me but we didn't have the time to ask each other about our names. Guess I was sex starved much.

"Cherry," he said my name like he was tasting the flavor on his tongue. That evil tongue that did things to me. " You can call me Brad" he said picking up my fingers and kissing my knuckles with his soft lips.

I smiled at him, watching him kiss my fingers. His phone vibrated on the side table and he turned to look and it. In the light reflecting from the city outside through the window I saw the entralling tattoo that was sprawled on his back. It was about a fiersome bird surrounded by everything dangerous to it. The bird appeared to be cruel and oddly vicous. For something in danger, it didn't appear fazed in any bit. The tattoo looked weirdly intriguing.

I stretched my hand to run my fingers through the tattoo but Brad stood up and quietly excused himself to the bathroom to take a call.

I turned to check my phone and almost got a heart attack when I saw the time. How the hell did it go from 10pm when I walked into the club to 5:25am?!

I got up quickly and gathered up my stuff, my blue barely there dress, Chloe's blue heels, my silver purse and where was my fucking panties? I checked on the floor and around the bed but couldn't find it.

Fuck it! I quickly put on my dress commando. My phone beeped with a text. It was from Chloe

Where the fuck are you, you whore?! You're trying na be late for work on your first day???!

The bitch.

I quickly sent her a text.

On my way. I'll be home in minutes.

I checked around if I was forgetting anything, pushed up my disheveled hair and packed it into a ponytail with the band I took from my purse.

I looked at the bathroom door. Part of me wanted to say goodbye to Brad, the logical one was already dragging me to the door.

..................

"You what?!" Chloe exclaimed as she followed me into my bedroom to watch me prepare for work.

"I know, I know, please spare me that look" I groaned as I pulled off her shoes.

" This totally sounds like something I would do but hearing you do it brings out the mother figure in me" Chloe said as she took a seat on my bed.

I rolled my eyes, and moved to pull off my earrings.

Fuck! I left them.

"Nevertheless, tell me about it", she said excitedly " was he good?"

" You bet he was," I smirked " I came twice, and hard" I said feeling my face getting hot.

Chloe immediately left her side of the bed and jumped to where I was trying to take off my clothes.

"Uuuu, tell me more" she giggled.

I covered myself immediately

"I'll do no such thing," I said pretending to try to cover my nakedness from her.

"Now get outta here, I gotta change for work" I deadpanned

" Pervert," Chloe cursed " you let a man see and touch you but I'm not allowed to see your nakedness" she sulked

" Uhh, that's because I'm into responsible men and not women" I said matter of factly.

" Tell me what responsible man fucks a woman on the first night they met?" She deadpanned.

I was stuck of words because I honestly didn't have what to say to that.

"Well...." I said, while throwing on the expensive black dress Chloe had made me buy from the online store yesterday, yunno before we went clubbing.

"See the dress suits you" she beamed.

I rolled my eyes. Again. She made me do that a lot.

" Why don't you go make breakfast while I finish up?" I requested.

"Sure " she said and left.

Chloe and I were like sisters. After we were roommates our freshman year in NYU, we bonded like siblings and had remained inseparable to the extent of moving to Seattle together and renting an apartment together.

But while she majored in dentistry I did economics. We were both of the same size making it easier to share clothes among ourselves. While she was a blue eyed blonde, with the features of a sophisticated model --- yunno the one that advertises medicated glasses, because Chloe was blind as a bat and even had to always take her glasses into the bathroom with her. I was more of a caramel brunette with common grey eyes and slightly more curvier features than Chloe's.

After I was done dressing up I grabbed my phone, bag and pumps and hurried to join Chloe in the kitchen. Coffee was already brewing and I could perceive bread toasted with cheese and eggs.

Chloe was nursing a cup of coffee. I quickly took my mug and poured me some black coffee fetching the milk bottle from the fridge. I poured some milk and stirred them together with a spoon as Chloe took two plates and put the bread toastes.

We both sat down to breakfast with me wincing and moaning slightly in rememberanc of my last night's sin. Chloe hid a smile.

I eyed my watch from time to time.

Since Chloe's car wasn't gased up I had already booked an Uber. I seriously needed to get a car myself. My phone beeped with a text from my ride, letting me know he was outside our apartment.

"Gotta go," I took one last sip of my coffee and stood up while checking the time on my wristwatch. 7:14. I needed to be in work before 8:30. "My ride's here"

"Okay!" Chloe said as she got up to do the dishes "have fun at work, break a pen." I grabbed my things.

"Will do!" I called out as I left the apartment.

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