Erotic Billionaire 3-Pack (The Billionaire's Contract Parts 1-3) (2 page)

She wanted more, more of anything, just as long as she could feel his hands on her. Dunn sat down and picked up his document again. Without looking up, he ordered her to take off her clothes. His hand flicked out to a small box mounted on his desk, and the locks on both doors to his office slid home. Instantly Celine reached for the zipper on the back of her dress and dropped it to the floor, along with her panties and bra. She kicked off her expensive sandals and stood, dainty feet together, completely nude in front of his desk. Her shame was exceeded only by the thrill of being so thoroughly dominated.  Her pussy was sopping wet, her clit was swollen and protruding from between her puffy labia. Her nipples were absolutely rigid.

Dunn’s hand reached for the box again and pushed another button. A wall of books lined the back of the huge office, and a doorway opened when he pushed the button.  “Go in and find the bathroom.  The necessary implements you will need are in the left hand medicine cabinet.  Shave your pussy and keep it that way, I don’t like pubic hair.  If you last the first day we will take you down and have it waxed.”  He stopped speaking and continued reading.  Celine raced for the door in the bookcase.

Her heart was beating wildly as she opened the door of the left hand medicine cabinet and took out some shears, a lady’s razor, and some perfumed shaving cream. She sat on the edge of the huge tub and carefully trimmed and then shaved her pubic hair. Celine tried to tell herself that for a half million dollars for a year she could be any kind of working whore P. Winston Dunn wanted her to be.  Looking at the truth in her heart was kind of like staring at an angry rattlesnake that was coiled, ready to strike, and within easy range…she
loved
the way this incredibly gorgeous man excited her, and she wanted more.  She hurriedly cleaned up the mess and ran a soft hand over the patch where her pubic hair used to be and shivered. Celine smiled and ran back to the office to stand in front of Dunn’s desk. “On your knees,” he commanded without looking up. Celine knelt on the floor.  Dunn walked around the desk, holding a necklace made of rare black coral in his hands.  “You have signed a contract, but until you accept this, it is not final.  I ask you one more time, do you, of your own free will, accept this contract?”

Suddenly, she knew what he wanted, and it exhilarated her.  “Yes, Master,” she whispered. He fastened the black coral necklace around her neck, and she was his. She looked up into his eyes, and without even thinking, her hands went to the front of his expensive trousers. His eyes focused on her fiercely, he nodded his head. Celine uncovered his swollen cock almost worshipfully, and she stared at the thick swollen glans, committing its shape, size, and texture to memory before her tongue flicked out tentatively to lick at the velvety skin.  The flat of her tongue brushed the underside of his glans and then poked at the slit in the tip. Hungrily she took the whole glans into her mouth and began to work the thick shaft into her willing mouth and throat. Her gag reflex never kicked in as the head slipped past her soft palate and lodged deep in her throat. Celine’s hands locked on his ass cheeks as she pulled him towards her, twisting her head and making swallowing motions with her throat muscles. He gripped her shoulders and began thrusting into her, and she began to cum from the joy of being so used, so completely his.  As quickly as he had begun to thrust into her mouth he pulled out, his naked cock quivering with his impending orgasm.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, “beg me to cum in your mouth!”

Tears streaming from her lovely violet eyes, Celine begged him to cum in her mouth.  “I need it master!” she cried, her mouth open wide, “Cum in my mouth!” Her forced her head down on his cock and swallowed it whole as he erupted in her mouth.  Dribbles of cum slipped out of her lips and she licked them up separately after swallowing the load in her mouth. Taking her time, still grasping the hard cheeks of his ass, she licked him clean.  When he was limp again, she sat back on her heels, awaiting his command.

As if nothing at all out of the way, he straightened his clothes and sat back in his chair.  He gestured to a chair near his and she sat in it after picking up the very expensive fountain pen and a leather covered steno book with her name stamped in gold on the front. After he dealt with a dozen or more items, he told her to get dressed.

A stretched Town Car Limousine met them at the front door and whisked them away.  When they stopped at the Jetport, Sylvia met them at the front counter with Celine’s purse, a brand new international phone, and her passport. Sylvia gave her instructions on using the new phone in France and gave her the owner’s manual.  “France!” Celine exclaimed, I don’t even have an overnight bag.”

Sylvia smiled.  “You won’t need one,” she said, “Mister Dunn provides a complete new wardrobe for his executive assistants…he picks it out himself to make sure it is all to his tastes.”

Celine wondered dreamily if that meant she would soon be modeling French lingerie for her new master.”

“It certainly does,” Sylvia responded with a wry smile.  For the first time, Celine noticed the black coral necklace around the woman’s neck.  She was startled.  “The money doesn’t stop when he picks a new executive assistant,” Sylvia smiled wickedly, “if you last the first year it gets better.”

A golden Adonis met her at the door to the Gulfstream corporate jet and led her to the onboard office, where Dunn was already working.  She strapped into a recliner with her pen and pad in hand and the aircraft took off. When they were in the air and the captain had announced they had reached cruising altitude and speed, Dunn pressed a button and the Adonis came to the office.  Dunn motioned them both to a door at the rear of the office and the three of them entered the bedroom that filled the rear of the aircraft. Dunn sat in an upholstered chair and directed them to the bed.  Show her your penis Stefan,” Dunn ordered.

“From time to time,” Dunn said conversationally as Stefan stepped out of his tight white pants, “we entertain guests either on board or in hotel rooms. Some of our guests are women, and sometimes one of our guests has more exotic tastes. Whatever they want, whatever combination they might want, we are prepared to take care of their desires. Sometimes, you or Stefan will perform for our guests…sometimes alone, sometimes separately but always cheerfully and obediently.”

“Yes master,” she breathed, a bit overcome by the gorgeous blonde man stripping beside her.  There was no hair on his body except for his eyebrows and his head, there was no hair on his beautifully tanned body.  His skin shone and he smelled of coconut oil. Celine was unsure of how she should deal with this, but she awaited Dunn’s cue…whatever he wanted, she would do for him.

“She’s been bad again Stefan,” Dunn said, “She didn’t take my hint.”  Stefan stood, nude, and stripped her naked.  For the first time she noticed the rings on the bulkhead.  Stefan secured one hand to each of the upper rings, about a foot apart through the rings with a Velcro device that didn’t hurt her but kept her fastened securely.  He then did the same with her feet, her long slender legs spread and her newly shaved pussy on display.  She was displayed nude and helpless before Dunn, her most intimate parts exposed to his view.  “I think she needs to be whipped Stefan,” Dunn said as Stefan put a ball gag in her mouth and tightened it. 

Celine went cold as she heard Dunn speak, knowing that she was in very deep trouble if Dunn turned out to be as dangerous as she now thought he might be…she was utterly helpless. She heard Stefan rummaging around in a closet, and she was rigid with anticipation and fear. The first stroke with the fetish whip reassured her…it didn’t hurt as much as his hand had, but it sent the same thrill through her. The ends wrapped around her thigh and struck her shaved pubis and she moaned.

Dunn was obviously aroused as he watched Celine’s nipples harden and he heard her moan as the massive nude Stefan whipped her with the harmless fetish whip that looked so real. He would never have risked marking up an employee, particularly this one that so fascinated him.  He would have to be careful with Celine, she could very easily take up more of his time than he could afford.

When Stefan removed the cuffs Celine fell to the bed, her arms and legs spread, her hips writhing, almost demanding penetration.  She was staring at Dunn to see what he wanted, but there was no doubt what she wanted…she was staring at Dunn’s erection with fascinating desire.  “What do you want you impudent slave?” he asked hoarsely. She simply stared at his erection.

“Bring her to me Stefan!”  Stefan lifted her from the bed and placed her on her knees before him. 

“I…I want you master,” she begged.

“What do you want slave, I will not ask you again!” It was all Dunn could do not to lift this magnificent creature up and smother her with kisses, but it was too soon.  This had happened to him before, and he knew that his ownership of her, his total control over her had to be established first.  He was a quirky bastard, he’d be the first to admit it. Many times he had tried a traditional relationship, and he’d always screwed it up because of his nature, and the nature of the business he was in.  This seemed to work best, but so far the longest lasting relationship he’d managed to build was with Sylvia, and even she hadn’t been able to stay with him more than three years.  Sylvia liked this one…maybe she was finally
the one
.

Dunn opened his pants and let his painfully erect cock free.  “You may put it in your mouth, slave,” he said.  She jumped for his cock but he caught her head in his hands. The way her mouth was working, like a baby blindly seeking a nipple, drove him almost to madness.  “You can have it little one,” he said, as soon as Stefan’s giant cock is buried in your ass.”

With a defiant look Celine spread her legs and thrust her ass in the air.  “Hurry!” she screamed, “stick that huge sonofabitch in my ass Stefan, I need my master’s cock!”

Dunn bent down and kissed Celine’s parted lips as Stefan’s already lubed dick penetrated deep into her ass.  “Does it hurt little one?” he whispered.

“A little,” she admitted with tears in her eyes.  She was grateful when she felt Stefan’s huge dick hilt itself in her ass…and excited.  Having a cock in her ass for the first time was arousing, and Stefan was gorgeous…but the best part was the realization that her new master cared. He wanted her for his very own, and he was willing to let her fuck other people while he watched (and from what he said, he might even participate).  All of the things she had dreamed of at night when the other girls in school had talked about making out or having dull boring sex with their boyfriends were coming true for her in this one man, a man who had guaranteed her that if she didn’t want to keep this relationship she would at least come out of it wealthy and independent!

She had never been more horny in her life than when she began to roll her hips around with Stefan fucking her ass gently.  Celine was afraid she was going to cum before she could even get Dunn’s cock inside her hungry mouth…God she wanted it!

“Now Master?” she pleaded through softly parted lips. “Can I suck it now?”

The Billionaire’s Contract Part 2

Emma Rose

Copyright
2012 by Emma Rose

***

Celine Powell sat in the upholstered leather seat of the Gulfstream executive jet as it touched down at the private jetport near PiezoTec’s Corporate Offices. After nearly a month in Paris, she was returning home with a complete wardrobe of custom tailored haute couture and casual dress clothes that cost as much as her first year’s salary would amount to…half a million dollars.  Her paychecks, direct deposited into her personal account had remained untouched for the entire time she was abroad, had already exceeded forty thousand dollars.

The hotels had been lavish and the food amazing.  Dunn had been both attentive and demanding.  To Celine it seemed that the more attention he paid to her, the more outrageous his demands for her obedience had become.  One night he had stayed awake with her, fucked her into total exhaustion, and confided that the P. in P. Winston Dunn stood for Peter. Then he had hinted at the fact that he had been raised “on the wrong side of the tracks.”  The next night he had ordered her to put on a mask, strip naked, and wear a leash for his private meeting with the head of a French Computer Security firm. The Frenchman was dashing and well dressed, and the two men had hand fed her fresh Russian Caviar.

The Frenchman brought two women on leashes, and Peter had ordered her to lie perfectly still while the two women licked her entire body until Celine, by now a quivering wreck, came in great gasping heaves.  After she had cum, Celine had to hold the leashes and watch as the two French girls sucked the cocks of both men and then kissed each other with their mouths full of semen.  Celine had wanted Peter’s cock so badly that night that she had cried as she lay in her lonely bed.

Celine had serious doubts about her job and the life she had chosen after that night, uncertain whether the damage to her psyche and her self-esteem was worth even the exorbitant rewards Peter was piling onto her. At breakfast in the incredible hotel restaurant the next morning she was surprised to see Aimee and Marguerite, the two French girls walk cheerfully across the dining room to her table.  They both cheerfully kissed her…not the standard European kiss on the cheeks, but a lover’s kiss, full on the lips followed by a searching tongue. They sat down and ordered coffee and croissants and began to chatter away like magpies.

Blonde haired, blue eyed and very willowy, the two girls looked very much alike.  “My boobs are bigger!” Aimee said smugly. They were dressed incredibly well, even by Parisian standards, and they seemed totally happy with their lives. Celine found herself trusting these two strangers for some reason, and within the space of half an hour she was voicing her doubts about her job and about Peter himself.