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“I wanted to kill that woman.”
“She’ll be arrested and put in prison for a long time,” Mr. Peak says as he runs his hands across those claws at the end of my fingertips.
Mr. Peak picks me up and takes me into his arms. He carries me to the elevator and takes me to his bedroom suite. He carries me to the bathroom and slowly removes my dress and my boots. My boss takes my hands and washes them. He kisses my neck as he cleans the blood from my fingers. My rage quickly turns into a hot lust.
I turn around and begin to rip off my boss’s clothes. The claws really come in handy as I turn Mr. Peak’s shirt into shreads. I look at that massive chest and begin to lick every inch of my man’s flesh.
My dominance of Mr. Peak doesn’t last long though. He picks me up and sits me on top of the sink. My boss pushes me back and begins to lick my bre**asts. He starts to tease my nipp**les with his tongue. Oh yeah, I surrender!
Mr. Peak’s tongue moves lower and lower. Oh f**k! My boss is not just giving me oral. He is licking and sucking me off like it’s his last day on Earth. It’s almost too much for me to take. I grab onto his hair and begin to pull on it as I scream from the top of my lungs.
I fall off of the sink. We hit the ground. Mr. Peak continues to pleasure me with his tongue as my entire body begins to blush. I cry for mercy from that oral hurricane tongue between my legs. Mr. Peak won’t listen. My boss doesn’t stop until he is ready to stop.
After a few more orgasmic minutes, Mr. Peak lifts his head up and looks at me like a crazed animal. His co**ck is hard. I reach out and grab that thick monster. I begin to stroke that di**ck while staring into my boss’s eyes.
Mr. Peak likes the way I’m handling him. His chest begins to heave. Damn, I want to give it to my boss the way he gave it to me. Hell, I want to give it to him ten times better! I open my mouth and slowly slide my lips down his massive manhood.
My boss lies back onto the bathroom floor. He is mine! I suck him off nice and hard. Mr. Peak moans his approval. He grabs onto my hair. He moans. He slaps the bathroom tiles with his palms.
Mr. Peak grabs my petite body and stands up. He throws me over his shoulder and carries me to the bed. My muscular boss tosses me onto the bed like I’m some sort of pillow. I land on my stomach. Mr. Peak spanks my as**s and orders me not to move.
My boss grabs my hands and binds them behind my back. Damn, this is the second time tonight I am being tied up. This time, I don’t want to cut through the ropes. My boss gets on top of me and slowly slides that massive manhood into my hungry body.
Mr. Peak grabs the headboard and begins to f**k me with a ferocity that I have never felt before. I feel my boss driving deep into me. His massive chest slides against my back as he goes deeper and faster.
“Give it to me, Sir! Give it to me, Sir!” I scream as Mr. Peak pumps me at full speed. We both start to match each other, scream for scream. We suddenly cli**max together, our bodies satisfying each other’s animalistic needs.
Mr. Peak reaches around and plays with my bre**asts as he kisses the back of my neck. My boss unties me. We snuggle and relax. I slowly stroke my boss’s co**ck as we rest in each other’s arms.
***
I wake up to a slight breeze brushing across my face. When I open my eyes, I see the bedroom suite’s balcony doors open. Mr. Peak is standing out there in his robe. He is on the phone. I check the clock. 6:30 a.m. Boy, my boss never wastes a minute.
Mr. Peak walks into the bedroom nodding his head as he listens to the person on the other end of the line. When my boss hangs up, he turns on the TV. I sit up and see the CNN cameras pointing at a dock in the Cayman Islands.
The words on the screen tell the story: “Son of Dictator found dead in Cayman Islands.” I sit up in bed as they show the local police searching for evidence inside of a harbor.
“What happened, Sir?”
“The wolves happened to him,” Mr. Peak says.
I kiss my boss and we embrace. The big guy embraces me and whispers into my ear, “Pack your bags. We need to go back to LA right away.”
I look at my boss and ask, “Why?”
“I’m not telling you. Just pack up,” he orders.
That sure is strange. I don’t say anything. I just do as my boss orders. For the rest of the morning, Mr. Peak doesn’t say much. Even when I ask inane questions about having breakfast, he seems somewhat silent and - dare I say - nervous.
I pack up my personal belongings. Mr. Peak takes a bag with him. The staff packs up several other cases of clothing and general items that will come with us on the plane. We get into a Rolls Royce Phantom and speed out of the city, towards Teterboro airport.
