Change of Passion (Falling for the Billionaire #1) (3 page)

“Now,” Bradley said, “I’m telling
you, dear Becky, now.  Right now.”

Bradley moved one of his hands and
then the lights in the back of the car started to change.  The overhead light
dimmed to almost complete darkness.  Along the floor of the car strips of
lights came on, a deep blue color. 

It felt more comfortable but
certainly wasn’t anything Becky was used to if she were going to enjoy her own
company.

She didn’t have much of a choice at
this point, she was at the command of the billionaire CEO on the flat screen in
front of her.

“Now, I have a meeting in about
twenty minutes,” Bradley said.  “I will not be late for that meeting and I will
not miss out on your orgasm.”

He was so certain, so confident,
and so brilliantly sexy…

Becky shivered and felt her skin
ripple.  It was a chill much like this morning’s September chill she had when
she walked outside.  The reminder that seasons were changing and that autumn
was peeking its head right around the corner.  This morning, as Becky stepped
from her apartment building, she inhaled the crisp, early fall air, and told
herself that everything was going to change, for the better. 

Things were going to be great.

Just go with it…

Becky bit on her lip as her hands
moved to the button on her pants.  She twisted and flicked the button.  It came
undone.  She pulled her shirt up, enough to show her unbuttoned pants along
with a small inch of her creamy skin.  She looked to the screen, waiting to
hear if Bradley wanted to see more skin.

He didn’t speak – command – he just
simply sat calm and collected, watching.

Next Becky unzipped her pants, all
the way.  Her pants started to fold open and she moved it the rest of the way,
revealing her laced, silk panties.  They were white panties, mostly see through
minus the patches of design that were silk, hiding certain spots.  They were
Becky’s
sexy panties
because depending on how they fitted, you could see
parts of her warm sex. 

Becky placed her shaking hand to
her panties and moved down, into her pants.  Her fingers curled around herself,
feeling her warmth and with a subtle push, touching herself over her panties,
her entire body jumped.  She let out a small breath, almost like a gasp, and
her eyes moved back to the television screen.

Bradley was emotionless, his eyes
intent on her.  There should have been some kind of gap between her own
emotions without Bradley physically there, but there wasn’t.  His stare was
powerful enough to give her chills, even through the screen. 

She pressed on herself harder and
moved left to right.   She used her wrist to show the movement more and then
let her pinky finger creep to the edge of her panties.  Pulling, she started to
expose herself.  She felt the pull of her panties and then her pinky touched
her own moist skin.

“Inside your panties,” Bradley’s
voice boomed through the screen.

For a split second, Becky had
forgotten that she was being watched.

She jumped and took her hand from
her pants.  She did as told –
commanded
– and placed her fingertips just
inside her panties.  As she looked at the flat screen, into Bradley’s eyes, she
nibbled on her lip, then slowly slid her hand down.  Her smooth skin still had
a fresh feel to it.  When her middle finger touched the hood of her vagina, it
curled, pulling just enough to send a small wave of pleasure through her body. 
It was always that first touch, no matter how subtle, that would set the tone
for Becky.  Her finger being so aggressive meant the rest of
this
would
prove just the same. 

Now she had all four fingers
between her legs, her thumb sticking out of her panties at the top.  She let
her panties move into curve of her thumb and she pushed enough to show Bradley
some of her shaved part. 

But it wasn’t her skin he was
interested in seeing, and Becky knew that.  What Bradley wanted was to see her
masturbate.  To see her succumb to herself at his command.  Almost like an
ultimate high… and erotic high.

Between her legs, Becky’s pointer
and pinky fingers spread wide, holding herself open.  She touched her tender
hole with just her middle finger at first, massaging gently, trying to get her
body to relax enough so she could enjoy herself.  Something told her that
faking it wouldn’t be an option.  Bradley would see though that in a heartbeat. 
And besides that, Becky didn’t want to fake anything. 

She slipped her middle into
herself, feeling a gush of warmth and wetness not just on her fingers but
elsewhere as it came from her body.  She moved her finger deeper and lowered
herself on the seat to a much more comfortable position.  Curling her finger,
she pulled back out, slowly, allowing the warmth and pleasure to race up and
down her body.  Her finger completely came out with a wet sound and as she
started to move it back in, she added her pointer finger too.  Her two fingers
opened herself more and of course, it felt that much better.  Still not the same
as having a man –
say, Bradley, for example
– but it would do for the
moment.

“Move faster,” Bradley called from
the flat screen.

He still sat with his hands on his
desk.  He looked calm as though he were reading a newspaper article online.  He
had none of the expected facial features of a person who watched a woman touch
herself.  Part of Becky wondered if she should have been offended.  She was,
after all, a beautiful woman with a beautiful body and the capabilities of
pleasuring any man.  She felt confident in that.  But, a part of her almost
enjoyed Bradley’s careless expression.  It was like a challenge to Becky, to
see if she could get a reaction from the sexy billionaire.

What Becky didn’t know was that
each time her fingers moved into her warm cave, it was another passing second
that Bradley held control and gained more power over her.

The speed Becky moved at made it
even more obvious of her actions between her legs.  She no longer touched her
sex with the gentle touch of a woman exploring herself.  Now she went at
herself with the passion of a woman desperate for an orgasm.  She looked down,
having a much better view than Bradley.  Her open pants; her panties stretched;
her delicate fingers pleasuring herself.  Even from the outside view of her
pants, the one Bradley had, she could see her hand moving with great speed.

Bradley wouldn’t miss a second of
this.

And he didn’t.

“Tell me how it feels, dear Becky,”
he said

Becky put her head back and
moaned. 

It felt so good…

“It feels so good,” she whispered.

“Tell me more,” Bradley said.

Becky’s fingers pushed back into
herself, slithering their way deep, making small circles, pressing the insides
of her sex.  As she pulled back out, she pulled not just wetness, but pleasure.

“I want you here,” Becky said.

Her eyes were still shut.  She took
heavy breaths, letting them out with a mix of a grunt and moan. 

She really did want Bradley there.

She needed him there.

A wave of desire hit her with her
fingers inside again.  This time, she stopped and just held her fingers there. 
The intense heat and the way her pointer finger and pinky, resting outside her
vagina, touched her warm dry skin, moving back and forth, only added to everything
surrounding her.

She looked at the screen, at
Bradley.

She closed her eyes, allowing the
imagine of him to freeze for a few seconds.  In those few seconds, she pictured
Bradley next to her, his strong hands touching her…
anywhere he wanted
. 

Her fingers sped up again,
pressing, twisting, pulling.  The process repeating as her body started to
move, her lower half thrusting at her own fingers.  She stared at Bradley with
a voracious look in her eyes.  She could feel her face and picture the way she
looked.

Horny and desperate.

She didn’t care.

The warmth running up and down her
body started to collect as the pleasure began to mount. 

Becky brought her other hand into
the picture now, gripping the front of her jeans and panties, forcing them open,
allowing her pleasuring hand to have more room. 

Her fingers became two items of
orgasmic perfection.  She knew just how she wanted it, needed it, and she knew
it wouldn’t be much longer until her climax came.

“That’s perfect,” Bradley said. 
“Keep going.  I’m going to watch you come, dear Becky.”

“Yes,” Becky whispered.

Her head fell back again.  Her body
tensed and as the back of her head slid down the seat, her feet were forced to
plant flat against the floor of the car.  She lifted her body off the seat, her
backside in the air.  She started to thrust again, this time with more traction. 
She even paused for a few seconds with her hand, leaving her own body to do all
the work.  She wished she had no shoes and socks on, and that she were in a
room – not a car – with carpeting so she could grip it with her toes.  She
wanted it harder, faster, and bigger.  The bigger part of that she really
couldn’t help herself with so she would have to wait until Bradley commanded
her to have him. 

“You’re getting close,” Bradley
said.

“Yes,” Becky said again.  “Oh…
yes…”

“Don’t stop yet.  Move faster.”

Becky complied, her body starting
to bounce on the seat.  Normally, she would ease herself into an orgasm.  When
her body felt like going wild, she would slow and take her time.  Savor the
moments leading up to it.  But that’s not what Bradley wanted. 

Faster.

So that’s what Becky did. 

Her fingers and body were in
complete sync, moving together over and over.  She tried to keep her eyes open,
wanting to stare at the screen, wanting to see Bradley’s sexy face as she came,
but she couldn’t resist her body.  Her head fell back again, she closed her
eyes, and this time, without any hesitation, Becky moved fast until she came.

When her orgasm finally crested she
became well aware of two things.  First, it had got amazingly hot in the back
of the car.  She was certain that if the tint were taken off the windows, there
would be a thick layer of steam.  Second, she couldn’t contain the noises her
mouth and body were making.  She groaned each time her fingers moved deeper
into herself.  That sound became complemented by a smooth, wet sound, the sound
moving at the pace her fingers set.

As she came, she was able to look
at the screen, into Bradley’s eyes.

He was… just there.

Gorgeous, and there.

Coming down from her climax, Becky
struggled to regain a normal sense of breathing.  Her fingers were still
between her legs, just not inside her sex.  She was on the outside, rubbing her
smooth, wet skin in a circular motion, attempting to calm everything.

“And…?” she managed to finally
asked.

“As I commanded,” Bradley said.

Becky moved her hand so it lat flat
against her pubic area.

She waited.

Bradley sat in a silence, teetering
on becoming uncomfortable before moving his right arm.  He flicked his wrist,
checked his watch, and actually had a quick smile on his face.

“Right on time,” he said.  His eyes
lifted to meet Becky’s.  “Well, you’re certainly out of a job, here, at my
company.  Not that you stood a chance anyway.  But you listened so far… and
you’re simply beautiful.  There’s something about you, dear Becky, something
that screams autumn.  The changing season, feeling, the smells, the entire aura
of the year as it winds to a close.  There’s a sense of peace within that that
most people fall for.  I don’t.  Most do.”

Becky had to be honest with
herself; she had no idea what Bradley was talking about. 

She started to move her hand out of
her pants, up and up, lifting her shirt, her fingers curling around it.

“I must be going now,” Bradley
said.  “It’s time for my meeting.”

“Meeting…”

Becky watched helplessly as Bradley
stood up from his desk and vanished out of sight.  A moment later the screen
turned off. 

Now what?

Becky couldn’t tell if the car was
moving still or not and when she dared to speak, then yell for the driver,
there came no response.  It comforted her little; at least she knew the driver
hadn’t heard a thing that had just happened.  It did worry Becky a little
because if there ever was an emergency what did Bradley do?

Not that it really mattered at that
second in time.

Becky slid to the window and tried
to look out again.

It looked like the car was stopped.

Yeah, stopped.

It was stopped.

“What the fu…”

The door opened and Becky gasped
for air.  

At first, all she saw was suit.

Black suit.

Black belt.

Silver middle on the belt.

Black shirt with silver pin
stripes.

Then a hand…

She reached for the hand and when
it closed around hers, she then realized she shouldn’t have just taken a
stranger’s hand.  She tried to pull away but it was no use, there was a firm
grip on her hand.

Before she could react – scream or
kick – a face appeared.

Becky gasped again.

“Bradley.”

5.

I
t
was him, really him.

She first felt confused, feeling
slighted until she realized she was right back where it all started.  Back at
HB-Ley.  The company.  The job.  The opportunity.  What should have been her
first day of a
new
and
exciting
job. 

Not to say what just happened in
the back of the car wasn’t
new
or
exciting
.

“Come dear Becky, now.”

Becky looked down to her pants and
then tried to pull her hand away again.