Under his Control: A Steamy Enemies to lovers Billionaire Office Romance

Logan

“Am I sexy?” Christine looked over at me, her brown eyes caught the light as her eyelids fluttered. “Yes, definitely sexy. You look so fuckable especially under those expensive ass lights...”

I thought ’okay, so we’ll have sex again. Just one more time. ’She was getting too attached. I had to head that off at the pass. I was not into anything long term. Christine was tantalizing, fun and a little light headed when it came to deep thinking. It’s not that I thought her unintelligent, it’s more that her interests and desires drove her away from her intellect.

She wasn’t the kind of woman who cared. She was well put together, ran a YouTube channel with millions of viewers, and was the queen of her own world. Melting polar ice caps and detained immigrant children were not her jam. I initially wasn’t interested in Christine Metlock, fashion, fun and finesse guru, but she was infectious and hard to resist. My cock had absolutely no problems with her.

“And…” Her teeth caught her lip as her finger rolled over the touchpad. “Dark?” Her chocolate eyes darted to me, looking sinister...questioning.

“Are we still talking about lighting?” I didn’t really want to play her game, I knew what they hell she wanted.

Dark in Christine Metlock’s world was dangerous.

“I was thinking more as in spanking? And…restraints?” She bit down on her shiny high gloss gloss lip, making it bulge.

“Who do you think is being spanked?” I could definitely spank her, and tie her up…but she was insanity on a stick if she was thinking of restraining me. I didn’t need Christine anywhere near my cock with a whip and chains.

“You, of course.” Her gaze turned misty, and devilish.

“Never. I’ll get us reservations for The Beau Reve.” I reached for the phone in my pocket as she rolled her eyes.

“What kind of a CEO are you if you don’t even want to play with your own toys?” She got up from the table prying herself away from her computer for two seconds to stand behind me. She then proceeded to unceremoniously unbutton my jeans. As she slid her hand down into my pants, she fondled my semi aroused cock swirling the pad of her finger around the head as her perfectly pink manicured nails grazed over my shaft. “This is your crazy shit, don’t you want to enjoy it?” She acted coy as she pulled my dick out of my underwear and started slow torturous strokes with her soft hands, inevitably inflaming my need.

I wanted to muster up enthusiasm for going to one of my company’s tailor made dating experiences, but I wasn’t feeling it. Besides with Christine servicing my cock, I could just have her on the kitchen table, order pizza and call it a night. I wasn’t too motivated to go out. Truthfully, I wasn’t really wanting to be near Christine much anymore. Even the hand job wasn’t doing it for me.

I grabbed her hand and tried to pull her off. “Why don’t we save this for later.” I said in a deep commanding tone.

I was a dominant after all. Despite Christine’s power and presence in the YouTube world, she still succumbed to my desires in the end and I knew she liked it. I wasn’t a dom and I didn’t play games. I was, my universe, the law. It was my way or no way. I didn’t get off on domination and I wasn’t into control because dominance made my dick hard. My world had to be controlled as I would never allow myself to be surprised by it ever again.

“Come on Logan, maybe if you cum, you’ll loosen up some.” Her determined hand continued pumping with renewed enthusiasm.

“If you really want me to consider tonight, you’re gonna have to use more than your hand.” I touched her lips with my finger. I always preferred oral to being jacked off any day of the week.

“Ah fine.” She pretended to roll her eyes.

She kept working with her hands for a little while, then came around in front of me and dipped to her knees. Her warm mouth did wonders for my stiff cock, we were in this now. Her wet tongue sucked and licked my shaft down to my balls as I grew to my full size. She then traveled her tongue back made up to my mushrooming head and lapped at the sensitive skin, drinking in the pre cum that dribbled out for her. For that moment, I was really into Christine Metlock again.

We’d been dating for three months and apart from sex and fine dining, there wasn’t much else going on between us. I met her at influencer thing and somehow we’d sparked magnetism that hadn’t quite fizzled out. As I felt my cock slide down her throat the devil inside wanted to slap my head for even considering letting her go. She was one of the best cock suckers I’d ever met.

I didn’t have problems finding women. I ran one of the most successful dating and event apps on the internet called DropIn. It was like an Airbnb, but for parties and dating. You tailored your own experience. The app allowed you to work with others who provided the venue, catering, theme elements, etc. and within days or even hours you could ’drop in” on a dating experience or event that put you in front of people you wanted to see and give you the experiences you wanted to have with them.

You wanted a nice vanilla night? You go to the app and pick a day and a host who is offering a straight, clothed, no sex party where couples meet one another. You then get a bit of free food, pay a fee for the experience and kiss till their heart’s content.

You want something a little darker…sexier? Maybe someone has a house on the hill and is willing to be a host to a party where clothing is optional or not expected….it is yours to choose if the option is available. If its not, then you put out an idea and others populated it with the stuff that is needed. All the hosts split the revenue and those paying the fees often have an unforgettable experience. All one needed for a party to be created was ten paying participants. We decided ten was enough and from ten the building capacity was the limit.

Christine was really rocking hard on my cock and without too much effort, that familiar tickle in my balls told me I was about to explode. I gripped her hair, pressed her face toward my aching dic and I jettisoned into her mouth. If I didn’t know how much she loved oral, I would never have been so rough, but it got her off. I watched her finger herself to her own climax. We came within minutes of each other and a wave of euphoria spread over me.

She wiped her mouth, lifted herself up from the floor and pat my still hard cock.

“Now, will you consider playing with me tonight?” She was totally in this, her face was flushed and she looked like she was ready for much more of me.

“What are we looking at?” Reeling from the skill of her amazing mouth, I decided to throw her a bone.

“The party is at a townhouse, three bedrooms and a basement. Toys for sale, all shapes, sizes and styles, suitable for everything. Restraints, whips, chains, security release forms...all provided by host. Caviar and champagne. Six on board, only need four more…starts at ten, couples welcome, public participation encouraged. Four point seven stars. One reviewer didn’t like the host’s attitude. Host responded that the reviewer got drunk and broke a crystal glass. One reviewer said it was the best night of sex in her life. ” I think Christine was drooling but I couldn’t tell her lipstick was still so slick even after the blow job...commendable, wonder what brand it was.

“You good with whips and chains?” I was feeling a little more into it.

The idea of tying her up and playing with sexual sensations suddenly seemed like a lot of fun.

“What about we use chains, but no whips or penetrative toys, on you. Nothing too outrageous, I promise.” Her big brown eyes pleaded.

“What about we use chains, but no whips and plenty of penetrative toys for you? Hell no, if its the other way around.” I turned to her and walked towards the computer she had open on my brushed steel dining table. ’What else have we got?”

“Beach house, dance party, weed, “coca cola” bla blabla same old…almost full. Unicorn party, bring your own horn…for the horny. That one sounds scary. Teen party with parents. Erotic book club with couples, a billion wine tasting things…nothing else sounds good.” She seemed to pout.

“Why don’t we stay in and I’ll get some shoe laces and a feather duster.” I was only half teasing.

“Why can’t I go to one of these things with you? I read about how you just show up to them all the time…only now that I’m dating the oh so famous Logan Steel, we only go out to fancy restaurants and fuck at your place. If I have to get tied up to go out to a DropIn with the CEO of the company fine…just I have a claustrophobic thing. Getting chained up might be triggering.” When she let down her guard like that, I actually liked her more.

I glanced over the “hot list” for the night. She was right it was pretty standard fare. A little bit of the ordinary, some of the very weird, and kid’s stuff.

“I still think we should stay in.” I turned from the screen and went to the wine bar to open us a bottle of wine.

“Logan, you’re thirty-four and you act like you’re already an old man. Don’t you ever want to leave this hilltop mansion that only you live in? People might start to think you’re a fucking bore.” I could tell by the way her eyes widened, she didn’t actually mean to speak her mind out loud. “I mean, have fucking boring tendencies.” She corrected herself.

“I really could care less what people think.” I poured us each a glass of wine and was rethinking the evening and Christine. “Why don’t you go. I’ll call ahead and let them know you’re a VIP. I’m good with you experimenting with others, we aren’t exclusive.”

And I probably shouldn’t have gone there either cause instantly tears welled in her eyes. She was angling for a fight, so it seemed she’d found one.

“Yeah, that’s not what I was hoping for.” She was choking back her emotions. “Do you want me to leave?” I didn’t want to say yes…but deep down, I was good either way.

I could have sex with her again, we had fun, but I didn’t really want to invest emotionally, she wasn’t the type. She didn’t deserve my brand of disinterested. I knew she’d be much better off with someone else. I had skeletons dangling in the closet and they rattled their bones whenever someone got too close.

“No chains, no whips, no public ‘engagement’ I’ll check out the toys and see what they’ve got for sale. You can agree and consent to whatever I use and I will make sure we’re in a private room. Nothing on me, not even toys...sorry, but I’m never going to be down for that. Those are my terms. Agree to them and I’ll go.” She had lost some of her enthusiasm, but brightened thinking I might actually go to an actual DropIn with her.

“Okay. I’ll just take a quick shower and get ready. Can you mark us as in…since, you…well you’re you.” The light seemed to spark back up in her eyes at the prospect of me, the CEO, making a reservation for the night.

“Sure,” I just wanted to fuck her, drop her home and be done.

I was always good to “drop in” on my DropIn’s just to make sure they were honoring the rules of the website. No matter how kinky or strange, there was legal paperwork to be signed and nothing really illegal could be done. In order to even open a DropIn the host had to sign a form releasing my company, DropIn Enterprises, from any legal liability. We were only the platform, we were not a company that hosted the parties or the provided guests.

It didn’t take long for Christine to clean up and get ready and I went with my usual, jeans and a collared shirt. She really did know how to put an outfit together. Being an influencer and a very visible figure in social media meant every time she stepped out the door, she had to look like someone. I didn’t have that same pressure. I was born with good looks, thanks to winning the genetic lottery and getting the very best of what my averagely good looking parents had for me. My sister, sadly, did not fare as well. She was the only person I actually trusted because what she didn’t get in good looks, she made with compassion and empathy.

I almost called her while Christine was in the shower just to figure out how to manage my dwindling romance, but I didn’t. She’d have good advice I’m sure, but I hated coming to her with my ridiculous relationship problems. She had just divorced her husband. My issues were trite compared to hers. She gave people real love and she deserved real love back. I fucked around and for that I pretty much deserved to be fucked over. I decided to brave it on my own.

I called us “in” to the party, much to the elation of the host. This was just the reaction Christine wanted.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I confessed.

I tried to make it sound playful and light, but I was serious. I couldn’t believe I was actually going through with it. When I checked on the DropIn sites, I never participated, this would be a first.

“We are going to have so much fun. Finally you’re gonna live a little.” Her smile was more accusatory than genuinely happy. “So,” she pouted. “I don’t really have any jewelry to wear tonight.”

Why would she want any?

“This is sort of a take everything off affair. I’m pretty sure no one will care.” I certainly didn’t.

She flashed me a photo of a fifteen thousand dollar Tiffany’s tennis bracelet on her phone.

“I’m in love with this,” she fawned and thick mascaraed eyelashes beat her lids.

“Why? You don’t even play tennis.” I was proud of myself for keeping a straight face.

Her expression immediately turned to a frown. “I know that’s a joke, but isn’t it gorgeous? I’m sure a CEO of a big successful company might want to think about such an amazing bracelet as a gift for my twenty-fifth birthday, next week. Wink, hint!” She smiled again.

Shit! I didn’t really plan on being with her that long and certainly had no intention of buying her a ridiculously expensive diamond bracelet.

“Ah so you are only with me for my money?” I was weaseling around her as we left the house and made our way down to my garage.

“And your good looks,” she confirmed with another wink as we both reached my Mercedes and got in.

“It sort of ruins the surprise if you beg the CEO you’re dating to give you a crazy expensive gift.” I played it off, hoping I’d be out of this by the following week.

I really was a total shit. Her glum expression confirmed she was mostly in this for the money and prestige...touche.

We pulled up to a swanky three story condo in Ashbury Heights and my stomach bottomed out, this really wasn’t going to be my thing. I looked over to Christine hoping to commiserate and she was on fire, rarin’ and ready to get the night started.

“Maybe I will let you tie me up,” she said mostly to herself.

Nausea was moving in fast. I really wasn’t into kink or public fucking or fucking in a place where strangers were fucking all around me, at least not with someone for whom my interest was waning. We walked up to the front door and it opened without us having to knock.