Bound By Billionaire

"S-sir...you're not supposed to be here..." Sasha said, holding his gaze. The words slipping out like a warning...though the flush in her cheeks said otherwise.

Xavier blackwood, in all his glory, was pinning her to her bed. Xavier was supposed to be her boss...her freaking boss. Now he's here...in her room, pinning and straddling her on her own goddamn bed.

"You don't get to tell me where I belong because..." he said, using his fingers and trailing up her neck and landed on her lips. "You're just my secretary...and secretaries only obey orders." With that...he pressed a tender kiss on her neck, his lips trailing softly from her collarbone to her cleavage.

Sasha was already getting heated up. She threw her head back on her pillow and struggled to hold her moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he's craving. He lifted up her nightdress and was about to go down on her when...

BUZZZZ!

BUZZZZ!

"Ahh..." Sasha bounced up from the bed, frightened by the sound of her alarm. She was breathing hard and sweating, hair clinging to her face.

"It was just a dream... it was just a dream..." She said, repeatedly to herself.

Xavier freaking Blackwood, on her bed, making out. Gosh...

Xavier is just her boss. A very strict and heartless one at that. Although she admit that she has been crushing on him but she was too afraid to act on it.

Thinking about him that way, she realized that she was soaking wet down there. Her legs subconsciously pressed together, her fingers went down caressing it softly. A loud but soft moan escaped her lips.

"Xavier..." she quickly covered her mouth.

Her face was flushed and crimson. What was she thinking? Moaning her boss's name while masturbating.

Sasha got up from her bed and went straight to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and admired herself.

Sasha is a brunette, with big round eyes, partly grey in color. She was 25 and has the whole curves in all appropriate places. She was blessed with a God given smile, smile that could melt a thousand hearts. She was tall and had long beautiful legs worth dying for.

As she stared at the mirror, the reality of her appearance began to sink in. Messy hair, smudged makeup and baggy eyes. She couldn't help but to feel horrible and pathetic.

She rushed into the shower, trying to shower off the kisses that felt almost real. Wrapped in a towel, she stepped out and reached for her phone.

"Shit, I'm late..." She dropped her phone and went into her tiny wardrobe.

She rummaged the wardrobe and there was nothing new to wear. Everything was worn and lame. She stared at a red dress Stella had given her. It was a seductive tight dress, the neck was cut in deep that her cleavages were visible.

For a second she wanted to look different today...just for today. Although she tried hiding her feelings but being Mr blackwood's secretary is quite the temptation. Maybe...just maybe he would glance at her.

She put on the red dress and stared one last time at the mirror. She barely recognized herself. She looked stunning with the short dress that could barely cover her thighs. It hugged her curves perfectly.

"Maybe...I should wear it some other time," she said to herself. But some parts of her heart wanted to wear this.