Page 41 of Big Book Boss

"I claim the brown recliner." He chuckles.

The door on the opposite side opens into Precious Kitty's playroom, and I laugh out loud when I see it. The walls are painted as a landscape, and it's by far the most impressive room. It is a wonderland of cat toys. Some hang from the ceiling, but most litter the floor. There are remote control mice, a monitor for what I assume is Cat TV, and there's even a children's treehouse. I step inside, unable to resist. "I'm speechless."

He laughs, "She's alone most of the day, and I don't want her to get bored."

I look around for her, "Where is she?"

He points to the door at the other end. "There's a pet door in it that opens into my suite. But she's shy. She doesn't like people. So, don't be offended if you don't see her."

The thought dawns on me that other women have been here before me, and it sobers the moment. "Oh, well, I won't be offended, then, if she treats me like the others."

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Sebastian

The lookon Samaera's face stabs me. My only thought is to wipe that look off. I pull her into my arms. "There haven't been any other lovers, Samaera. I don't bring women home. I meant my staff. Dale and Mickey swear she's a figment of my imagination."

"Of course." She says, "Cats can be finicky. I don't wear my feelings on my shoulders, remember?"

I brush my thumb over her shoulder and lean down to kiss it. "I know where you wear your feelings."

"Mmm," she leans against me.

And that's all the encouragement I need. I lead her out the door and down the hallway to my suite. I open the door and pull her through into the dark room. She stops, and my hand separates from her. "Bastian! It's breathtakingly beautiful!" She walks past me into the center of the room and spreads her arms out wide, turning to absorb the three-sided panoramic view of the skyline.

"It's why I choose to live here." I walk up behind her and slide my arms around her.

She leans back, relaxing. Her arms folding themselves over mine. "Wow!" She whispers. After a few moments, she looks up at me. "I'm afraid."

"There's nothing to be afraid of. The construction is sound."

"No, that's not what I mean. I'm not afraid of being here. I'm afraid of leaving." She sighs, "Nothing else will ever measure up."

I turn her around in my arms and smile at her. She starts unbuttoning my shirt. The view of her sweet face, focused so intently with a look of lust, sends my cock lengthening for her. When she's gotten to the waistline, she pulls the fabric out of my pants to continue undoing it. Then she slides her palms up my skin to push the shirt off my shoulders. But my cuffs are still buttoned, so the fabric sags off and hangs on, binding my arms. She ignores my dilemma, moving to unhook my suit pants. After she's unzipped them, she looks me in the eye, then drops to her knees. My cock thumps with desire as my balls draw up with cum.

She strokes it before she goes in after it, and I arch away, pushing it to her face, wanting her lips kissing and licking. She inserts her fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulls them off the tip. Clearing a few inches, she pulls them down, then rests the fabric against it, pinching it in place. Her fingers slide along the waistband again, moving to the back as my pants slide off my ass, and sag to my knees. I watch as her closed mouth gets dangerously close to it with no sign of opening, but then she moans, "Umm," and pre-cum seeps out the tip.

Her tongue immediately darts out and cleans it. My knees go weak. She smiles up at me, and I fall in love right then as her tongue dances a wicked path around the tip while her hands slide over my ass cheeks and grip them tight. She doesn't move to free me further, and I take her teasing as long as I can. Enjoying her technique.

Sufficiently tortured, and another spurt of pre-cum easing out, my hands fist her hair, and I pull her to her feet. My lips devour her mouth, and my tongue thrusts inside. She bathes my tongue with my cum and … hot damn! That was sexy as fuck!

My hands take on a mind of their own, stripping her clothes off her and tossing her on the bed. Taking time only to release my cuffs, shed my shirt, and strip naked.

Then I'm on her like a hurricane, letting my storm blow freely. Already secure in the knowledge that my size fulfills her, we rage in the sheets. Tossing our bodies around like battling ships lost in the fight at sea, sailing further and further from land. Needing to conquer and to be conquered. When the explosion occurs, it is both the ultimate sacrifice and soul-saving redemption we need to seal our fates firmly in each other.

Collapsing entwined, we sleep.

Sometime later, I stir to discover I'm alone. Reaching around on the bed, confirming she isn't with me, I lift my head and listen, squinting my eyes against the dark to look for her. Silence and emptiness are all there is.

In a panic, I sit up. Where is she? Surely, she didn't leave me? She's headstrong and secure in who she is. I wouldn't put it past her to give me everything, only to take her independence back.

I fling off the sheet and stride across the room to the bathroom. I snatch open the door, and nothing. She's not in there. I head down the hall, stopping at each door, opening them if they are closed, scanning for her, then moving on. When I get to the guest bedroom, I turn the handle slowly and ease the door open. Confident now that she's still here. Otherwise, the alarm would have sounded when the elevator was activated. I tiptoe in, expecting to find her asleep in the bed, curled up with a pillow, hair lying across her face, sound asleep, breathing deep and even. I'll scoop her up and carry her back to my bed.

…

The bed is still made…. I flip the light switch. The bedspread is straight. Her backpack sits next to a chair. I turn the light off and walk into the living room. No Samaera.

What the hell?

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