Billionaire Bond: My Billionaire Boss, Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (3 page)

This was ridiculous but it felt so right I
never wanted it to end. Let him carry me around from place to place
forever just so I could snuggle my head against him.

Inside it was warm and I heard his feet on
carpet and then wood before he carried me up a flight of stairs. I
opened my eyes at the top as we walked down a long corridor with
doors on both sides and a row of chandeliers above us. Like the
restaurant there were artworks all down both walls and recessed
indirect lighting providing a warm glow.

All good things come to an end and this good
thing came to the end at the entrance to an extravagant bedroom.
There was a beautiful four-poster bed in the centre with two dark
oak stands on either side. The patterned wallpaper featured tiny
roses and there were flecks of gold throughout it.

Mr. Stone waved me in and for a moment looked
so like the maitre de of Laton that I giggled. He followed me in
and pointed out the bathroom attached to the bedroom and the
variety of robes available for me.

"Please press the intercom if you need
anything and my staff will be happy to oblige," he said and gave a
little half-bow, a mirror of the maitre de again.

I stepped closer to him and the smile
disappeared from his face. I touched his shirt, felt his hard
stomach beneath it.

"And what if I want you, Mr. Stone?"

I admit it wasn't my best line but I was
coming out of a night that had me a little unbalanced. He took my
hand and held it. I could feel the heat of his palms and I wanted
nothing more than him to pull me down on the bed and do whatever he
wanted to me.

"I don't sleep with girls who can't consent,"
he said softly, leaning in close. "And when we're not at work,
please call me Jackson."

"Thank you for letting me stay, Jackson.
You're too much of a gentleman," I said.

"I'm really not," he said, a strange look
coming over his face. "Goodnight, Delilah."

With that, he closed the door and left
me.

Can't consent? I only had a few glasses of
wine and I'm sleepy but I'm not so tired I don't know what I'm
doing. I looked around the room once more and then sat down on the
bed. The sheets were incredible - they must have been thread-count
a billion. I ran my hands over their softness and suddenly saw what
Mr. Stone - Jackson - meant. In this luxurious room with it's
amazing wallpaper, bed and everything else, no ordinary girl could
keep her head.

I unbuttoned my blouse on the way to the
shower, running through the events of the night.

What did Jackson mean about not being a
gentleman?

*

I woke up in the dead of the night from a
dream featuring Mr. Stone front and centre. He had been carrying me
to a bedroom except this time when he got there he was going to
tear my clothes off. I was so relaxed and warm and then I felt the
wetness between my legs. Even when I was asleep my body wanted him.
I rubbed my eyes and wondered what the rules were about touching
yourself in your boss's mansion.

Just as my fingers were straying down my
naked body I heard a noise down the corridor. It sounded like metal
scraping on metal. There was a soft clang as someone set down a
heavy metal instrument and then I heard ice-cubes against
glass.

I slipped out of bed and found the silk robe
I worn from the bathroom to the bed. I wrapped it around me and
then eased the door open. The corridor was dark with only tiny
indirect lights providing any illumination. I padded barefoot
towards the door that stood ajar at the end of the corridor, doing
my best to be absolutely silent. It was easy given that I was naked
except for the silk robe and it made no sound at all.

I reached the door and peered in. The room
was dark except for the coals of a fire glowing in a grate. A
fire-poker stood next to it. That was what I heard. As my eyes
adjusted I saw Mr. Stone was sitting on a chair to the side of the
fire, a glass in his hand.

And he was looking right at me.

"Why don't you come in, Ms. Neri?"

I cinched the robe around me and pushed the
door open as though I had every right to be there. I had been
sleeping and he was the one who was up drinking scotch or whatever.
Then again, it was his house.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as I walked
over and then I stopped in place, my witty joke about never
drinking alone dying in my mouth. Sitting on the table in front of
him was a white shirt, my red lipstick mark glowing like the fire.
It was the one he'd been wearing the first day I'd toppled into
him.

I frowned and looked at him but he wouldn't
look at me.

"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe," he
said. He swallowed half his scotch and glanced up at me. He looked
like he was about to say something else but then he just let out a
frustrated breath and sat back in his chair.

I walked around the lounge with his eyes
following my every step. I stopped out of arm's reach and looked
down at him.

"Why isn't it safe?" I said, trailing my
fingers down my body. He followed every touch as I brushed my
fingers down my collarbone, across my breasts and down my
curves.

I saw him look down at the red lips printed
on his shirt and a look of immense pain swept across his face.

"I ... I want you to punish me," I said, and
turned on the spot. The robe was short already and like my skirt
from earlier in the day it seemed to want to ride up at any moment.
I knew he could see the bottom curve of my ass.

I faced him and almost started at the look in
his eyes. If I thought he'd looked hungry before now he looked like
he'd consume me whole. I saw he was gripping the arm of the chair
with his free hand. The other was around his glass, the ice-cubes
gently clinking as he breathed heavily.

"You have no idea who I am," he said
finally.

I stepped away from him and around the table,
closer to the fire. I could feel the heat radiating through the
silk robe and when I looked down the robe was see-through, lit from
behind. I reached down to the edge of the fire and picked up a tiny
piece of cold charcoal in my fingers. I brought it up to the robe
and smudged a dot over my left nipple.

"Oops, I'll have to take this off," I said
and slipped out of the robe. It slid to the floor and then I was
there in front of him, completely naked. I threw the coal into the
fire and stepped towards him. He had put his drink down and was now
clutching the arms of the chair with both hands. All I could hear
was his breathing as his eyes roamed up and down my body.

I leaned forward and reached out with my hand
to press a dot of charcoal against the front of his pants. For a
moment I felt his hard cock under my finger and when I pulled my
hand back he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

He stood up, holding my wrist in his hand, a
wild look in his eyes.

"You'll have to take them off," I
whispered.

Time stretched out and I saw he was fighting
a battle with himself. Pull me close or push me away. It was just a
moment but it was filled with pressure and then he suddenly pulled
me towards him, his mouth on mine. He wrapped his arm around my
back and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. I melted into
him, moaning and as I opened my lips our tongues met, hot and wet.
He bit my lip, a sudden nip and with the twinge of pain came more
pleasure. He let go of my wrist and cupped my sex, his middle
finger almost sliding inside me.

The kiss became kisses. On my lips, my neck,
up to my ear. He nipped my ear and the pain wrapped itself in
pleasure. It was like a line of fire from my earlobe to his finger
in my pussy.

"You want this," he said and bit my earlobe
again.

I looked into his eyes and saw lust, fire,
pain.

"I want you," I answered and he pulled me
towards him like I weighed nothing.

His hands were everywhere all at once. He
gripped the back of my neck and tilted my head back, kissing my
neck and then taking a nipple in his mouth. I tried to reach for
him but he pushed my hands away. He twisted each nipple and then
put his hot mouth over them. I gasped at the pain and then melted
with the pleasure. Somewhere between his kisses and slaps on my ass
his shirt was off and I was running my hands down his chest and
body. He was toned and powerful and I stroked down his body, across
the line where his abs met his hip and tried to grab for his belt.
He pulled my hands away and grabbed my hair in one hand. He pulled
off his belt and dropped it to the floor then took a condom out of
his pocket. He released my hair and glared at me with such ferocity
that I knew better than to reach for him. I kept my hands at my
sides, gasping for my next breath. This seemed to please him and he
smile briefly before dropping his pants and underwear to the
floor.

I'd felt it for a moment, imagined it a
hundred times more but now his erection was in front of me, hard
and throbbing. The tip was wet with precum and all I wanted was it
between my legs. He ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled it
down his cock causing me to moan in anticipation.

He reached for my hair and pulled me around
the table and over to the lounge.

"Turn around and bend over."

My body was already half bent over before I
had a chance to think about it. All I wanted was to obey. And
disobey.

I bent over and put my hands on the arm on
the lounge. My ass was high in the air and I felt him behind
me.

"Yes sir," I said and lost my breath as he
impaled me. He slid into me, his thick cock stretching me out. I
felt a shock to the core of me and then another as he withdrew and
pushed forward again.

"You want this?" he said and smacked me on
the ass harder than he'd ever done before. His palm felt like fire
and tears came to my eyes. The rush of pleasure that followed was
nearly unbearable.

"You want this? Answer me!" He smacked my ass
again and then again while he pounded in and out of me. His fingers
dug into my skin and each violent thrust shocked through my body.
The pain and pleasure joined and spread over my body, electric fire
running up my legs, spreading out from my core.

"Yes, I want this!" I cried out and he
slapped my ass again. A fresh wave of tears came at the pain.

"I want this,
Sir
," he said, his voice thick and his breath
fast.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, feeling my orgasm
building. It was roaring in from all parts of my body. He slapped
me again and I screamed in pleasure.

"Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir," I babbled before
all words left me and I was moaning as his fingers dug into my hips
and pulled me back and forth. I was helpless before him, barely
able to keep my grip on the lounge arm as he fucked me.

He hit me one more time and it tipped me over
the edge. The roaring fire burst across me and my legs went weak as
my pussy convulsed around him. I heard him groan and his breath
speed up and then I felt him cum, his hard cock throbbing inside of
me. I squeezed muscles that had been out of my control and heard
him take in a sharp breath.

"Delilah," he said, trying to catch his
breath. I felt a droplet of sweat land on my back before he pulled
himself out of me and I sighed with pleasure.

*

I heard Mr. Stone remove the condom and
dispose of it while I stood there with my throbbing ass in the air,
holding on to the side of the lounge. I closed my eyes, enjoying
the fading echoes of warmth rippling through my body.

I didn't hear him put his clothes on so when
he gently touched me on the back I started when I opened my eyes. I
stood up and took the robe, wrapping it around me. He looked down
at the charcoal mark over my left nipple and smiled at me. In the
dull glow of the fireplace everything was in shades of red and
black.

He stepped closer, put his arm around me and
gently traced a finger over my throbbing ass.

"You want this?"

This time it was a question, not a command.
My ass was hurting, the skin tingling but there was still a deep
pleasure tied to it. I'd never experienced anything like this
before.

"I want this, Sir."

As I said it, I knew it was more true than
anything I'd ever said to any man in my life. I wanted this. I
wanted him. I wanted him beyond all measure of control.

Mr. Stone kissed me and pulled back, his
hands on my hips. I held his forearms and looked into his beautiful
eyes.

"I need to trust you. I need to know you
trust me. If we are to continue."

"I trust you," I said, stepping closer
to him and kissing him back even as I felt my stomach sink. Twice
now he'd asked if he could trust me and twice now I'd lied. If he'd
noticed my deception, he said nothing and somehow this made it all
the worse but I simply couldn't repeat my lie again. What did he
mean
continue
? Continue
fucking? Continue as boss and assistant?

"Come with me," he said and took me by the
hand. He led me to the corner of the room and opened a door that
was so well disguised as part of the wall I'd have never found it
even in broad daylight. A small light came on below us revealing a
short corridor ending with a large black door.

Mr. Stone pulled me down the corridor and
then removed a small black key from his pocket. He inserted it into
the door which unlocked with a soft click. The door swung open and
Mr. Stone pulled me inside into the darkness.

As we stepped in, indirect lights turned on
and illuminated the huge room. As the light brightened I tried to
take in what I was seeing. There were soft ropes of varying lengths
down one wall and chains on the other. Between them were tables of
various shapes and sizes and something that looked like a wooden
barrel with spokes set all around it. There were chains ending in
leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling and cases set into the walls
holding dildos, vibrators, handcuffs and other sex toys I'd never
seen before. The lights on the far wall flickered to life revealing
whips, a variety of riding crops, paddles and dark red clothes
pegs.