A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) (7 page)

I was running through his schedule when he
rang me up on the telecom.

"I need you in my office," he said.

"I'll be right there," I replied.

"
Now.
"

The matter sounded urgent, so I scurried over
in haste. I closed the door behind me. "What do you need,
boss?"

The Riley that I faced wasn't the Riley I was
familiar with. His eyes were steelier than usual, and he carried a
certain air around him that screamed dominance. The new side of him
sent a jolt to my core—it was insanely sexy, yet
terrifying.

He gestured to a piece of stationery lying
next to his desk. "Pick up the pen."

"Seriously? You called me all the way here for
that? Pick it up yourself." I turned around.

My fingers were wrapped around the doorknob
when he said, "
Pick up the pen.
Don't test me,
Scarlet."

A shiver ran through me. Even the stubborn
part of me didn't fight against his command. Perhaps one of his
business associates rubbed him the wrong way, causing him to fall
into a bad mood. I bent down and reached for it.

"Not like that," he said, "Turn the other way
around."

I straightened myself up and deliberated
whether I should follow his command. If I did as he asked, I'd be
bending down to point my ass straight at him. Was it too demeaning?
My core was already getting wet. Maybe this would give me the hot
sex that I'd been anticipating.

I nodded. "Yes sir." I faced my back to him
and bent down in the slowest possible way I could. I made sure to
arch my back and sashayed my ass side to side as I leaned over.
Before I managed to get up and pass the pen to him, two hands
gripped my hips. His thick, hard member pressed against my core;
only the thin lining of my clothes separated his cock from my
skin.

He slapped my ass. "I think you deserve a good
fucking." It was harder than Ryan had ever slapped me; it stung
slightly but turned me on anyway.

"We should lock the door," I said.

His palm landed on my ass again. "Don't talk
back to me. You only talk when I ask you to,
understood?"

This side of Riley was strange. "What the hell
is up with you today?" I tried to get up but he pressed my neck
down, keeping me in place.

He slapped me for the third time, this time
harder than ever. It caused a sharp stinging but I wanted
more.

"Riley."

"Keep quiet."

I heard the unbuckling of his belt and his
pants shuffling down. He lifted my skirt up to reveal my soaked,
cotton panties. "Keep quiet and let me fuck you." He slipped the
cotton aside and pressed his manhood into my aching center. It
entered at an agonizingly slow pace. I wanted to scream at him to
go faster, but his hand was cupped over my mouth. I moaned into his
palm and held onto the table for support.

Finally, the length of him entered me. It
filled my being completely, stretching my walls. He throbbed
inside, but it didn't move. He stilled there, his hips connected to
mine. My pussy clenched over his member; I was desperate for him to
continue and tried to move my hips against his.

"Do you want me to move?" he asked.

I took his question as a cue for me to talk.
"Yes."

"Then beg for it. Ask me to fuck
you."

I stayed silent, not wanting to show my
desperation and neediness.

He slapped me one more time—the cheeks of my
behind were probably red by now. "Ask for it, bitch."

The swearing caused my pussy to contract with
desire. "Fuck me."

"I can't hear you."

"Fuck me, please."

He bent over so he could whisper in my ear,
sending tremors to my core. "Louder."

"Please, move, and fuck my pussy with your
cock!" Tears watered around my eyes. I felt humiliated, degraded,
yet hornier than ever.

I could imagine that smile curving around the
corners of his mouth as he pulled back and slammed into me. "Good
girl."

Pleasure ripped through me like a tidal wave.
My center became wetter and wetter as he slammed into me with wild
abandon, not holding back and giving me the best fuck of my life.
The only thing that could make it better was if Ryan were there.
His fingers wandered to the front of my shirt. Roughly, he snapped
the buttons open. I was half worried he tore some buttons off—I'd
have trouble explaining that to the rest of the office
later.

The bra I wore was supposed to be closed
through the front. Riley, experienced as he was, realized it and
released the metal clasp, letting my breasts spring free. His
digits found my perk nipples, and they soon began to work by
pinching and rolling them. He bent down and left a trail of kisses
from my neck to my shoulder, all the while pounding himself inside
me.

"You're beautiful, Scarlet," he said. Maybe
the old, sweet Riley was back.

"I need some support, my back is starting to
ache," I admitted.

"Okay." I had expected him to lead me to the
wall, but he walked me to his transparent glass windows, his wood
still buried inside.

His breathing was heavy. "Put your hands on
the glass."

"But—"

"Do as I say."

I leaned down and planted my hands on the cool
glass, baring my naked body for the world to see. The building was
far enough from the others—the people from the other side couldn't
see into our windows, like how I couldn't see into theirs. Yet,
exposed to the city streets while partially unclothed and having a
thick, throbbing cock inside me intensified my pleasure, sending
waves of excitement coursing through my body, all the way from my
center to my fingertips.

"Riley, I can't hold it back anymore." My core
was already clenching as hard as it could, and a climax was
threatening to break through.

He bit my ear and said, "You don't come until
I ask you to."

"But I can't. Please."

As if to taunt me more, he rubbed his fingers
against my clit in large, rough circles.

"Riley!"

A knock on the door sounded. The possibility
of somebody walking in on us terrified me but made the experience
so much more pleasurable. Heat rippled and coiled around my center.
I bucked my hips against his, hearing the sound of our sexes
rubbing against each other. Juices began to drip down my thighs,
soaking the panties that Riley had only pushed aside.

"Come back in five minutes!" Riley shouted to
the person outside, trying to keep his breathing in
check.

The sensations of the assault from Riley's
shaft and fingers blinded me. "I can't, Riley, please, let me
come."

"Come, come for me, slut."

As soon as he gave his command, I let go of
the tight coil, releasing mind-blowing ecstasy through every vein
in my body. I shouted his name, not caring whether my colleagues
could hear me outside. His orgasm came at the same time, and he
cried out my name, too, burying himself as deep as he could,
filling my core completely.

He rested inside my folds as he tried to catch
his breath. When he pulled out, he left a trail of wet, sticky cum
behind. I grabbed a tissue from his desk and cleaned myself up,
trying to make haste. The person at the door would be back anytime
soon, and now that I wasn't rutting and moaning in the midst of
good sex, I actually got worried over getting caught.

I avoided eye contact, not sure how to recover
into the boss-employee status after fucking him so
intensely.

"I was hoping that you had a submissive part
to you," he said.

My cheeks turned into a rose red. "Shut up.
You were acting a little strange."

"I just wanted to try it out. After Helena
intruded on us, all I could think about was having sex with
you."

So that was it—he didn't act that way because
of some failed negotiation; he was only playing around. "You're the
worst. I need to get back to work. Now, if you'll excuse
me."

Before I could leave his office, the person
knocked on the door for the second time. "Mr. Crawford?"

"Come in!" he shouted.

Helena answered his call. She was the first to
walk into the room—I had expected her so I wasn't surprised. What I
was
surprised by was the shadowed figure following her. Ryan
stepped out from the shadows, revealing his sexy frame. He wore a
slightly different suit from his brother, but looked just as
capable of making me wet—for some reason, men became infinitely
hotter after stepping into a suit.

His lips curled into a smirk as he studied
us.

Helena ushered Ryan into the room. "Your
brother is here to see you, sir."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome."

She left the office bearing a questioning
look. It was pretty obvious that we had just gotten down and dirty
from the way we appeared. Ryan confirmed that by saying, "You both
had sex. I can smell it."

"Congratulations, master detective," I
replied, clapping my hands in mock humor. "You two can have your
brotherly talk; I need to get back to work."

I tried to strut past him, but before I
reached the doorknob, a large hand clasped over the joint of my
elbow, stopping me in my tracks.

Ryan turned me around to face him. "Actually,
I came for you. You can't expect to just fuck my brother and then
leave me hanging after that."

He stared and studied me. His eyes wandered
down and back up, undressing me as they went by, sending a tight
coil to my belly.

"I'm not obliged to have s—"

Without letting me finish my sentence, Ryan
smothered his lips over mine. His kiss was possessive, in control,
and completely capable of turning me into mush.

He let go of my lips and trailed his tongue
down to my breast. "You look so damn sexy right now."

Riley had the courtesy of locking the door
this time. The minute he did, Ryan stepped back, leaving me
confused and half-wanting.

"Take off your clothes," Ryan commanded, a
bemused grin spreading across his cheeks.

I stood there, shocked like a deer in
headlights. "What?"

"You heard me. I want you to take off your
clothes."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll spank you.
Hard.
"

That was barely any motivation for me to start
acting like a stripper; in fact, it acted as motivation for me to
do the opposite. After what Riley did before, I found out that
spankings actually felt pretty good, and the naughty side of me
enjoyed it.

Ryan gave a side glance to Riley, and his
brother was upon my body within a second. He unzipped my skirt and
took it off together with my panties, letting them crumple into a
puddle of cloth at my feet. He then reached over and opened the
front of my shirt again before unclasping my bra for the second
time that day. At first, I thought he was going to be the one
giving me the spanking, but Ryan came around and positioned his
clothed erection between the crevice of my butt cheeks.

"Bend over," he said.

I scowled. "No." I knew I was going to
eventually, but I resisted because it was fun.

"Bend over and rest your hands on the
couch."

"No."

"I'm going to hit you twice as hard, and twice
as much." He pushed against my back, forcing me down. I ended up
placing my hands on the couch, just as he instructed me to
before.

His palm came suddenly. I winced and bit on my
lip to stop myself from crying out. It hurt! That seriously hurt!
It was nothing like those light smacks that Riley gave me before.
Riley sounded less playful when we had sex, but he was actually
being gentle. Ryan was giving it his all to cause me physical
torture.

Tears brimmed at my eyes, not because the
situation made me scared or sad, but because the force of Ryan's
hand stung my flesh, and left a painful throbbing
behind.

"Say you're sorry," Ryan ordered.

"Like hell I will. You're the assho— Ouch!"
Another slap landed on the exact same spot.

"You're not allowed to talk back."

"I'm going to make you a sorry piece of shit
after this." I tried to get up but he locked my arms behind my
back, forcing my head down onto the couch in a very uncomfortable
position. "Ryan, stop it. I don't like it at all!" My words might
have said one thing, but my body was reacting differently to the
pain. My center began to burn with aching desire, and it didn't
help that Ryan was grinding against me, staining my juices on his
trousers.

Apparently, I sounded convincing enough. Ryan
sighed. "Fine, we'll try this again next time."

But even if he stopped spanking me, he didn't
stop his torment. He took off his shirt and pulled his erection out
from his pants. I turned around and lied down on the couch, melding
my body into the smooth velvet. He rubbed his member against my
slit, stroking it but never entering.