Fake Marrying The Billionaire

Chapter 7: Unleashing A Beast

I didn’t know what would happen when I chose to drink with Mr. Ares. Or maybe I did and I was still a little in denial.

Either way, seven or was that eight shots of vodka later, the world was starting to spin around me, but it was the alcohol in my system that was telling me to do something I shouldn’t do that I knew was really going to be the end of me.

Either that or be the cause of the best first Friday in an office I have ever had.

“So how long have you been working for me?” Mr. Ares asked more questions about me, seemingly trying to figure out who I was.

Did I mention he had no idea who he was talking to? He had no clue that I was the woman he slept with nor which one I was amongst his hundreds of employees.

Something about that turned me on even more. God, I’m going to have to treat Charlotte to a big brunch tomorrow for the perfect disguise.

“If I tell you, I’d have to kill you.” I joked, the confidence coming out of me was mostly thanks to the alcohol and the knowledge that he didn’t know or ever would know it was me.

Tonight, I was free to be any woman. Whichever I chose, deep down inside I was hoping that woman ended up kissing those soft lips of his.

Mr. Ares cleared his throat in a way that only he could do so in such a sexy way. How was that even possible? Good Lord, this man was carved to perfection. It’s quite unfair, honestly.

He then leaned closer to me, my body stiffening up as I felt tingles travel down my spine in an instant.

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” He asked rhetorically, his voice so deep it traveled my ears like a symphony.

I shook my head. “No, Sir. We wouldn’t.”

“You know what we would like though?” His eyes were telling me that I shouldn’t ask, that I should turn around and leave while I had the chance.

Oh but f**k, where was the fun in quitting when I was already so close to winning?

“What?” I asked, and almost instantly, it felt like I had signed a death wish.

He smirked. “Come meet me in my office in five minutes. You’ll find out.”

Before I could say anything else, he stood up and walked away like we hadn’t just been talking and drinking together for the past hour or more and quite literally, insinuated that he was going to do something to me in his office.

And I doubt it was something that was anywhere close to PG.

Oh my god, it’s like Niagara Falls underneath me. Get a hold of yourself, Lily!

“Yo, I’m going home to my sweet bed.” Elliot suddenly awakened next to me.

I thought I was going to have to drag him to his place and use that as an excuse to not go to Mr. Ares’ office, but in a couple of minutes, I watched as my excuse started waking away only slightly wobbly, but sober enough.

Shit.

Am I really going to do this?!

I looked at the clock on the wall and I had three minutes left to decide.

I mean, why wouldn’t I do it? Wasn’t that why I agreed to drink with him earlier? Well, not entirely, but that was a bonus. I also didn’t actually expect for him to want to have s*x.

Right here and right now.

This man was mad. But also, extremely, insanely, attractive, and if the wetness in my panties weren’t a sure indicator of that, then I don’t know what is.

Two minutes. f**k!

Flashes of Mr. Ares all hot and sweaty while naked on top of me popped up in my head just as I looked around the floor, contemplating if going into his office would mean losing all of this if he finds out who I really am.

I could keep the mask on, couldn’t I? This was a private party, after all. That was the whole point.

Shit, one minute?! I panicked when I saw the clock move again and it was at that last minute, that my mind, but mostly my body just said – oh f**k it.

I walked to my boss’ office as inconspicuously as I could, making sure to use the route where there were less people, but it wasn’t really that hard to walk rather invisible because those that were left, were all highly drunk.

As I stood in front of his door, just one push of it coming in between the two of us, I let out a deep breath, and tightened the lace of my mask.

Please don’t come off.

I pushed open the door and my heart instantly skipped a beat just as my p***y ached underneath.

Mr. Ares was looking at me with an expression that made my heart thud, but at the same time also made my heart drop dead. He was standing on the edge of his table, his once buttoned up dress shirt now fully unbuttoned so you could completely see his toned chest and abs.

Not only that, but if you look further down, you could see that something was definitely trying to get out of his pants.

What the hell did I just do?

Oh, Lily. I think you just unleashed a beast.

“I knew you would come,” he said with that confidence only a man like him could evoke.

Most, if not all the time, guys who were too full of themselves were easy to dislike, but with Mr. Ares, it was as if his cockiness wasn’t too far fetched and if anything, he deserved to have the amount of confidence in his body because if I looked like he did, I swear to god I could probably have every woman and man on their knees.

Right now, though, I was the one on my knees.

Mr. Ares looked down at me with a pleased smile. I knew what he was thinking just by looking in those gray eyes of his just slightly hidden underneath his mask.

He wanted me to suck the life out of him. He’s been craving for it, lusting for his c**k in my mouth.

And frankly, I was too, so there was no need to prolong our intense need to feel each other.

In one swift motion, for what felt like a millisecond, my boss’ c**k was sprung onto my face and it was exactly just how I remembered it – long, hard, thick, and incredibly mouthwatering.

It was like being stuck in the desert for months and then suddenly, you’re face to face with the food you’ve been craving for during that time. You needed to have it in your mouth, no questions asked.

I can’t believe I’m even thinking this about my boss, but it’s his fault for being so f*****g hot.

Mr. Ares knew what I was about to do, my position entailed that clearly, but the second his c**k went into my mouth, his body still shook all over and a soft moan escaped his lips immediately.

I continued what I was doing, loving that he was somehow completely in my hold, dominating the dominating man himself, as the taste of his precum dripped into my tongue. I couldn’t help but give his entire c**k a long and sloooow suck, cherishing and tasting every inch of him.

And as if a switch was flipped, Mr. Ares’ restraint is thrown out of the window.

I felt his hips stiffen up immediately just as his c**k pushed deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and almost making me shed a tear, but it wasn’t out of sadness. This tear was out of pleasure as I let down my guard and revel in both our pleasure.

He continued to thrust into my mouth, over and over, his moans getting louder and at the back of my mind, I was beginning to worry if others could hear us outside.

Wouldn’t that be hot as f**k? If someone had suddenly knocked on his door and asked if Mr. Ares was okay? Would he push me aside? Make me hide? Or would he tell the person to f**k off as he drowns in pleasure and chooses me over stopping?

That thought turns me on even more that I feel my panties getting wetter. You could take my red underwear right now and almost be able to fill up a whole glass once you twist them.

As he continued to use me in a way that I wouldn’t mind at all being used; his hands on the top of my head for guidance as his hips did all the work, I decided to sneak a quick peek at him and just getting a glimpse of his mouth wide open as he moaned and his eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull released another wave of pleasure inside of me.

I can’t deny this simple fact – I want to f**k my boss even if it was going to be the last thing I do in this office on the possibility that I could get caught.

Let’s just say it would be worth it. Oh my god, my horniness is going to make me unemployed. What kind of black magic was used to form this man’s c**k that I can’t resist?

Above me, Mr. Ares let out a grunt, a strangled sound, and tangled his hands in my hair even more. I moaned around his c**k that was completely wet with my own saliva and when I let my tongue swirl around it, he let out a louder groan that almost sounded like a growl.

He was a beast untamable.

And I was at the receiving end of whatever this beast was planning to do to release himself.

In what seemed like a millisecond, Mr. Ares suddenly let go of his hold on my head, and forcefully pulled me up. We were so close to each other that I got scared he would realize who I was, but that quickly subsided when he slammed his lips onto mine and his intensity, his need, his desire to taste me, completely threw me off guard.

His kiss was electric as his hands caressed my face rather roughly. His tongue immediately asked for access, and I granted it in no less than a second. He tasted like whisky, the exact whiskey he had earlier, and a mix of lemon. Tangy, bitter, and sweet, all in one.

My mind was going haywire as his hands reached down my body – one hand going around my waist while the other squeezed my breast.

I let out a whimper when he twisted my n****e, a painful pleasure shot from it, through my heart and straight down to my clit. Holy f**k, my legs buckled at the sensation.

When he pulled away from our kiss, I almost cursed out loud, already missing the feeling of his lips on mine.

“I can smell you,” he whispered in my ear raspily. “You want me to f**k you, don’t you? Your p***y, it’s begging me for me to f**k it.”

Oh my god. Why does doing something so bad have to feel so f*****g good at the same time too?

His direct choice of words took me aback, but it was the way he pulled me closer to him and his hard c**k pressed against the thin cloth around my belly that made me lose my mind.

“Yes. f**k yes,” I breathed out in response.

My clit ached, and just as he said, my p***y was begging for him to get inside of it so much so that it felt like it was going to explode. My arousal was impossible to hide any longer.

“Beg for it,” he said with pleasure and entertainment in his eyes. His voice was deep, sending tingles down my spine. “Beg me to bend you over this table and f**k you out of your mind.”

Mr. Ares was so dominating, so controlling; things I would never let a guy do to me, ever, but f**k did that turn me on even more.

Before I could even think about it, the words were already out of my mouth. “Please. Please f**k me on your table.”

I caught a quick sight of his grin before he grabbed me by my shoulders, turned me around in one motion, and pushed me onto his table.

It was like being set on fire, the second he pulled down my dress from me, each flame coming from his tongue that danced around my neck and to my back. My hands are spread on his all black table, still trying to avoid breaking or ripping anything important.

All of a sudden, as if torturously, he slowly slipped his hand into my already soaking wet panty.

“I knew it. You were already wet for me,” he said so proudly with a hoarse voice but the warmth of his fingers on my skin was already too much that I could no longer respond to him, except for some grunts.

I felt his warm and soft fingers parted the outer lips of my p***y and the moment he slid his fingers inside of me, my body stiffened up and my hands clenched into a tight fist.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I moaned so loud I had to cover my mouth with my hand.

“Scream as loud as you want. No one will hear you with these walls,” Mr. Ares reassured me right before thrusting another finger and I did just as he said, screaming louder but not because of his reassurance that no one would be able to hear me, but because it felt so f*****g good I couldn’t contain myself.

He began to thrust his finger inside of me, curling it in order to hit my spot even more. I could feel his fingers getting coated by my own wetness and I moaned and moaned while he licked the back of my body continuously.

I was in heaven.

Fuck, maybe even hell because this much pleasure almost felt sinful.

His fingers retreated and fortunately, before I could feel at a loss for too long, the soft head of his c**k was pressed against the lips of my p***y, and I shamelessly almost cried out from happiness as I felt his thick and hard c**k at first slowly and then all at once, viciously pushed forward.

In an instant, my body parted for him in no way it has ever done for a man. Not the men I have drunkenly slept with in my college days, nor my cheating ex for two years.

Mr. Ares satisfied and teased me in a way that gave me mind-blowing orgasms I have never before had in my life. I felt every inch, every f*****g millimeter of his hard and long c**k fill me completely; each vein and each ridge of his sliding in and out.

“Y-yes, oh, f**k yes,” I panted, my eyes rolling to the back of my head while I felt him push deeper from behind me.

The naughty part of me, the sinful, and ferocious side of me couldn’t help but feel the need for him to keep f*****g me until I could no longer walk, and make me come until I could feel nothing but orgasms.

The rational part of me, though, as small as it was and getting even smaller, was shouting at myself to get a hold of my desires and still think logically. Hold onto my mask tightly and don’t let myself drown in the pleasures for too much.

My entire job depends on this.

But as if by no surprise, the second he lifted my right leg up to his table and pushed his c**k deeper in me from that angle, that rational part of me completely disappeared.

It was torture. If there was such a thing as sweet and delicious torture, that is, then that would be this as his c**k plunged into the deepest part of what made me a woman and made me forgot about my own name as my mind was raided by only one and that was his.

“f**k me, Mr. Ares. Yes, f**k me hard!” The words escaped my lips so dangerously, and yet, I felt so much safer than I ever have in these four walls of his.

I could sense he liked me calling him by his name as he let out a louder grunt, his thrusts becoming more vigorous and my toes curled while sweat broke out all over my body.

Neither of us talked for the next few minutes. At least, with our mouths. Our bodies, though. They made sentences, long, drawn out sentences that could make essays, speeches.

You could not hear anything but my own cries and Mr. Ares’ ragged panting from behind me. Every single time he pressed into me, I felt myself go further towards an inexplicable wave of desire.

I would get lost in it, swallowed up by it, and even cease to exist.

But I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.

In fact, I wanted it.

I wanted him to f**k me into oblivion, right here and right now. I was begging for it.

The second he leaned over me, I felt his hard chest and rock hard abs pressed against my back and his hands squeezed my breasts, making me squirm in his hold and my p***y tightened underneath.

“Come. Come for me,” Mr. Ares said demandingly and yet softly, too.

In between his deep thrusts and his hands pleasuring my breasts, there was no way I could not do what he said, and he knew that.

He just wanted to claim my orgasm, claim me for him, and as possessive as it was, it was still so f*****g hot.

I could no longer take it. Moaning, my body shook underneath his body. And as if his c**k was not enough to make me come, he brought forth more pleasure as his hand found my clit and it began to move faster and faster, giving me no time to compose myself, not that it was even possible at this point.

“Come for me,” he repeated, the dominance in his voice was becoming more evident and his weight on my body and grip on my breasts said the same.

At this very moment, while he f****d me from behind on his desk –

He owned me.

And I reveled in that thought.

He thrust so deeply as his finger pinched my clit in a pleasuring and torturing way all at the same time. My clit burst into flames and my p***y quivered around his c**k.

My eyes shut instinctively and a scream came out of my mouth, not out of fear, but out of sheer, pure, and untainted s****l bliss, while my own juices poured out of me.

I felt his c**k become entrapped in the tight hold of my p***y as my body somewhat bucked wildly underneath him.

He grunted and growled just before pulling out of me at the last second and his hot and sticky load came shooting out, landing straight on his once clean marble flooring. Now it left evidence of my presence, my very sinful presence, and our even more unrighteous act, in his office.

I could still feel my juices dripping out of me and down my leg while I laid still on his table, my body still processing all the pleasures it had felt. I didn’t entirely know what to do, feeling bare without his body pressed on mine anymore.

Should I just pull my panties back up and walk out of his office or wait for him to say something? Should I be the one to say something first? Oh f**k, Lily, you didn’t think of this.

Suddenly, when the room was no longer filled with both our moans, the quietness, the complete silence, was deafening.

“You may go,” his cold voice broke the silence, and yet, when I understood what he said, all of a sudden I just wished he hadn’t spoken at all in the first place.

My throat dried up, feeling shameful for the act. I couldn’t move, but at the same time, I knew I had no choice. Wobbly and hurriedly, I fixed my dress as best as I could before rushing out of his office without a single glance.

I couldn’t bear to see the man who had treated me so belittling.

But then again, as I stood inside of the comfort room stalls I had ran to, staring at nothing but the white wall, I couldn’t help but realize –

What the hell was I thinking, anyway? That after f*****g my boss he would ask me to go out on a date with him? Or he would feed me chocolate-dipped strawberries and drink wine?

Stupid. So f*****g stupid.

My body plopped on one of the seats as I felt my legs give up on me. Just as I felt tears starting to invade my eyes, I clenched my fists tightly and pushed myself not to feel anything bad.

“f**k that, Lily. Don’t waste your tears on that guy. Sure, he is stupidly hot, rich, and probably the only one that will be able to give you an orgasm like that, but you– you can just google how to do that on your own! I’m sure someone on the internet knows!” I began to give myself a pep talk and even though I was not the best at it, I was trying.

And that was what mattered, right?

I stepped out of the stall and stared at myself in the mirror. The makeup Charlotte had done on my face was still pretty much intact except for a few smudges of the eyeliner probably from almost tearing up at how good the s*x was, but other than that, I still felt pretty f*****g hot.

“You’re hot as f**k, Lily, and that guy be damned he treated you that way.” I said to myself before letting out a sigh and mustering a smile.

At least, it was finally the weekend.

-

Ares Callisto couldn’t believe he had s*x with her again. For the third time, in his office.

He didn’t just break his own rules, he almost exposed himself and put not just him, but her in a risky situation as well.

He was losing his mind. All because of that one woman.

As much as the pleasure was so indescribably good for him, he knew he had to get a hold of himself and with that thought, he flipped a switch and turned cold towards her the second his c**k was out.

When Lily ran out of his office, that was the only time he realized that he had f****d up big time by being the coldest asshole ever.

But he had to do it. There was no other way.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself to feel less guilty for treating her so harshly after having had another one of his best s*x with her.

Damn these circumstances, he thought.

Ares sighed heavily as he sat on his table. It was a mess. Evidence of what had gone down there was still very much in sight; papers scattered everywhere, some crumpled, some even had small rips on the sides.

Ares couldn’t help but clear his throat and adjust himself on his seat, his c**k starting to feel rather hard again as the thought of his employee earlier spread out and moaning his name invaded his mind.

“f**k…” He muttered, shaking his head to bring him back to his senses.

Out of nowhere, he caught sight of something that was obviously not originally in his office.

When he stood up and walked closer to it, it became clearer as to what it was – a phone.

Not just any phone, but one that had a certain employee’s name on it.

A grin formed on his lips as the thought crossed his mind.

Ares shouldn’t be tempted to have s*x with her again under any circumstances, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun with her and her attempt to conceal her identity to him.

Boy, was he excited for Monday back to work.