Pawn of the Billionaire (10 page)

I shifted uncomfortably. I supposed he wanted me to, well, to give him a blow job, I supposed. Even thinking about it made me blush. How would I even begin to offer it? Should I reach for his belt buckle, or make the offer verbally? How were posh ladies supposed to do this, for God’s sake?

“I’m not … I’m not sure how to say it.” I dropped my eyes in embarrassment. “I mean, do Countesses and people have to do this?” I wriggled my shoulders uncomfortably.

“Toni. Toni, look at me.” James’ voice was quiet, but I could sense an amusement there. Was he laughing at me? I raised my eyes defiantly, and saw only understanding in his.

“Toni, what people get up to in private is private. Whether they’re poor or wealthy makes no difference. You and I both know that whatever we do stays private just between us. And what I’m wanting you to learn here is that you need to think of other people first. That’s the responsibility of being able to afford to employ others, or able to make a difference.” He put out his hand and drew me closer.

“Now, when you decided you wanted a lie-in this morning, it inconvenienced other people. One was Anne, who has a job to do, and the other was me, who also had put aside other work to entertain you as my guest.” He looked me in the eyes. “Now, you have to pay the price for that. Now you have to please me. How do you think you could do that?”

I stared at him. He was the perfect English gentleman. Dressed impeccably in suit and tie, he was neatly brushed and with just hint of stubble this morning, his dark eyes were steady on my face.

In contrast, I knew I stood there with bed-mussed hair, tear-streaked face and a negligee tied up around my waist so that I was half naked. Oh, and not forgetting a bright pink, spanked ass. The vision of the contrast of the two of us standing here gave me a deep twist of arousal. I’d always wondered what being dominated was like, and now I was experiencing it for real. I swallowed. I’d never imagined how difficult it could be though.

“I can wait all day if necessary, Toni. But I suggest you get started. It’ll be even more difficult if you hold out.”

I bit my lip and looked at him.

He smiled and took pity on me. “What do you want me to do first? Do you need me to take my jacket off?”

I nodded, relieved. “Yes, please.”

He stood and slipped his jacket off, tossing it onto the nearby ottoman. Then he waited, standing in front of me. I dropped my eyes to his pants. I could see a large bulge there, and I felt my my breath catch in my chest.

“What now, Toni?”

I glanced up anxiously. This was so difficult. “Should I — I mean, do you want —?”

He smiled and took my hand. “It’s not so difficult, Toni. I don’t bite. Just do your best.” He guided my hand to his belt buckle, and that helped. I began to unbuckle his belt, biting my lip. Then I started unbuttoning his pants, feeling his hard erection straining at the fabric.

I stared with fascination at the fabric-covered bulge, hearing my own heart pounding in my ears. I’d seen him undressed before, why was this such a big deal? I eased his pants partway down his legs and reached towards the waistband of his briefs.

Then his hand was over mine. “I want you to ask before each move you start, Toni. That’s all part of what I want you to learn.” He leaned closer to my head, and whispered. “And makes it all the more fun for me.”

I glanced up. He grinned at me. “Toni, just go with the flow. Your job right now is to please me. So carry on. Ask first.”

I took a deep breath. “Can I take your … oh god! I can’t!”

“Yes you can, come on now, copy me, whisper it.
Please sir.
”

I copied his words in a whisper, “Please sir.”

“There, that’s good. Now say,
may I take your briefs down
?”

“May I — may I take your briefs down?” I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified, but feeling my juices run with the excitement of being controlled like this.

“Yes you may.”

Working by feel, because my eyes were still shut, I eased them down, feeling the release of the taut fabric as his erection sprang free.

There was silence for a minute.

“Carry on Toni. What would I like you to do? Think.” His voice was still quiet, but I could hear a thread of something, was it excitement?

Then his voice roughened. “I’m pleased with what you’ve done so far.” He took a deep breath. “Do you want me to tell you what to do next?”

I sighed with relief. “Yes, please.”

“How about trying
yes, please, sir
?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

“And you’d better open your eyes for the next bit.” There was laughter in his voice, and my eyes snapped open.

“All right. On your knees, Toni.” His hands tangled into my hair, pulling it back off my face so he could look at my expression. “Tell me, have you ever sucked anyone off before?”

I shook my head. “No.” There was a pause. “Sir.”

He bent close to me. “I like it when you call me sir.” He kissed me lightly on my forehead. “But only when we’re playing like this.” Gentle pressure on my head from his hands encouraged me to sink to my knees, and his cock bobbed frighteningly right in front of my face.

“All right, Toni, now take your time and start by using your hands.”

I glanced up, then swallowed and reached out with one hand and touched his cock. It jerked slightly, and he took a deep breath and held still.

I took him in my hand, felt the velvety smoothness around the throbbing heaviness. It was the first time I’d really looked at a man’s cock, and I was surprised that I wasn’t disgusted by it. I held it in my open hand and traced my finger up from the base to the tip. Hearing his deep breaths, I carried on, encouraged. I let my finger circle around the head, and felt for the slit at the tip. I was rewarded by his hands tightening their grip on my hair. Perhaps I was doing this right after all.

I leaned forward and licked at the very tip, wildly pleased at myself for daring to do this. I loved that he was standing still, letting me go at my own pace, even though he’d challenged me out of my comfort zone. Then I raised my head.

A small drop of precum oozed from the slit. Fascinated, I watched it, not knowing what to do. James took one hand out of my hair and took my hand. He used one of my fingers to pick up the droplet and carry it to my mouth.

“Taste me.”

Cautiously, I licked my fingertip. He tasted musky, salty, very male.

“God! Girl, you’ve no idea how hot this is, watching you explore. But if you’re not careful, I’m going to explode in the next minute or two.” James’ voice was hoarse, tightly under control.

I leaned forward again, licking my lips which had gone suddenly dry. His cock looked huge, rigid, close to my face. I opened my mouth, and put it to my lips. I had to open my mouth wider, managing to take in an inch or so. Then I stopped, trying to work out the mechanics of breathing with my mouth full.

I put my tongue forward, slid his cock further in, just a little, and wriggled my tongue to feel what it was like. His hands tightened in my hair and he jerked away.

“No! This is no good. I don’t want to go too far your first time.” He bent and grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his cock and with one push and a guttural cry, his cum spurted out over my body, his thick shaft pumping through my hands, coating my palms in a layer of slippery fluid.

I loved watching him let go, lose control like that in front of me. Surely it meant we were getting ever closer to being able to talk about actually loving each other?

Then he was bending over me. “Thank you, Toni, that was unbelievable. Now I’d like you to lick me clean.” I looked up at him and then began my task. My body was so turned on by all that had happened, I tried to rub my thighs together as I knelt in front of him.

I just got frustrated, so leaving one hand supporting his cock as I played giant lollipops with it, I let the other hand steal down to my clit. I hoped he wouldn’t see, or maybe I hoped he would, surely he’d fuck me now, I’d done my punishment, I needed that reward.

“Oh, not you don’t.” He had seen. He reached down and took my hand. “You’re not getting any release today, Antonia.”

“I’m not? Why not?”

“You’re not.” He confirmed. “As to why not? Well, firstly because I said so. Secondly, because this was a punishment for you. They don’t always end in rewards, you know.” He grinned. “Thirdly, and most importantly, it’ll make tomorrow even more interesting!” His eyes glittered, and I forgot to feel angry about being left with an ache of dissatisfaction.

“Why? What’s happening tomorrow?”

“Wait and see.” He turned away from me. “Now, go and have a shower, Toni. I expect you downstairs in the lounge in thirty minutes. We’re going for a picnic.” And with that, he left through the adjoining door to his bedroom, tucking his clothing in and not looking back.

I was left kneeling on the floor, staring after him. All that build-up, all that huge turn-on, doing what he said, doing everything as well as I could — and he left me like this. The disappointment was extreme. I sat back on my heels, then jerked forward again, hissing with pain from my spanked ass.

“You fucking cunt! You fucking stupid, cuntish prick of a …” I tried to think of every single swear word I’d ever heard of that might make me feel better. But nothing would help with the disappointment of finding out that I might just be being used here. I heaved myself to my feet, tugging the negligee unknotted to try and cover myself. I’d better get that shower, though I fucking well wasn’t going to hurry myself for that obnoxious asshole.

I
woke up and stretched
. Looking at the light outside the hotel windows, I thought it was probably only about five am. I looked at Toni. She was curled up fast asleep, her hair spilling around her head. I smiled. She was like a tiny kitten, and I had plans for her.

I carefully slipped out of bed without waking her, and went to the bathroom. Yesterday had been quite eventful for her, and after our picnic I had taken her to the presidential suite of the hotel. I hadn’t seen the need to tell her it was one of my investments, but the staff were all over us, of course, and she was wide-eyed.

I had plans for this young lady today, and I thought this lesson would be more interesting if she were out of her comfort zone. One phone call had seen Lawrence book the suite and deliver overnight bags for each of us.

“But Anne might not have chosen what I want to bring.” Toni had been dismayed. “Part of the fun of going away is choosing what to take.”

“Toni, this is not a holiday. We are here for one night, because your lesson tomorrow morning is here.” I enjoyed seeing her slight quiver as she wondered what the lesson would entail.

Our picnic and afternoon shopping sessions had relaxed her, and over dinner we had chatted about her past and school. She talked incessantly about Paul and how well her app was coming along.

“One day soon, I hope you’ll be able to tell me what your app is all about.” I smiled, trying not to put pressure on her.

I also tried very hard to tamp down my feelings of anger and jealousy that she seemed to be getting on so well with Paul. It was his job, I told myself. It was his job to get on with the client and to keep her happy.

Then we had come up to the suite, and I'd enjoyed watching her exclamations of delight as she explored the utter luxury, taken her shoes off to scamper across the deep pile carpet and to curl up in the expansive leather furniture.

But now, it was time. I slipped on the casual clothing that Lawrence had packed, took out the small black silk bag he had packed on my instructions, and placed it at the foot of the bed. Then I knelt beside the bed, and began smoothing my hands along her shoulders and arms, pulling back the comforter.

She moaned and grumbled in her sleep, curling even tighter. I smiled. This time she was going to get up without any issues.

“Come along, Antonia, it's time to get up. Your lesson has begun.” I let my fingers trace down the side of her body and slip between her thighs. As they slicked along her pussy lips, she moaned again and her thighs parted for me. She was wet. Already she was wet for me. Perhaps she had been dreaming.

I slid a finger into her core, letting my thumb drift up and press on her clit. Her hips pushed forward into my hand, and I let my hand continue to stimulate her while my other hand pushed the hair back from her forehead, and I dropped a kiss lightly on her lips.

“No, really. It’s time to get up, because it’s time for your lesson.” And with those words I took my hand from her clenching center, tucked my hands behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed, using both hands to sit her up.

She groaned, and yawned. Opening her eyes properly she looked at me, and then at the windows.

“Good God! James. It's the crack of dawn. Why on Earth have you woken me so early?”

“Self discipline, Toni. Yesterday taught me that you need to be able to rise and fulfill your duties and that this will be a hard lesson for you. So in the future, when I need to teach you anything, it will be early in the morning.” I put out my hand. “Come on, get up.”

She took my hand, but the rest of her stretched and yawned.

“All right, then,” she said. I led her to the middle of the room and used my hands to make her stand still. Using my foot, I nudged her feet apart until she was standing with her feet shoulder width apart, and her hands by her side.

“All right, Antonia, I want to correct your posture here. Look straight ahead. Imagine there is a cord coming from the top of your head, and it's pulling your body upwards, tall and straight. Yes, that's good.” I walked slowly around her, pressing her shoulders back and up, and then pressing on her ass and her tummy at the same time to make her tuck her tail in.

“That's really uncomfortable, James.” She wriggled uneasily. I felt amused, since she'd be a lot more uncomfortable in a moment.

“Yes I know, but it is something you get used to. You're doing very well, and adapting to your new life. I'm really pleased with you.” And I watched the adorable blush color her cheeks.

“Now, I want you to keep still regardless of what I do to you. Remember, it's just us here, nobody will disturb us until we are ready, and I will respect your privacy.”

I saw her tremble as she processed the words and wondered what would happen.

“Don't worry, sweetheart, I don't bite.” I reached for the silken negligee, and in one move slipped the thin shoulder straps over her arms and dropped it so that it pooled around her ankles.

“All right, back in the position you were.” I watched carefully as she moved her feet, straightened her body, and looked straight ahead. God, she looked wonderful. She looked as if she had been born and bred to confident posture. Her naked body and fair complexion gave her the appearance of a marble statue.

I reached for my black bag and saw her head turn to see what I was doing.

“Eyes front,” I growled. She swung her head back, little angry red spots appearing on her cheeks. Then I moved in front of her, so that she could see the midnight blue silk fabric in my hands.

“I'm going to blindfold you now, Toni. I need you to concentrate on what I’m telling you to do, and on what you’re feeling. You'll keep still, and you'll do what you are told.” I grinned. “Oh, and you are not to come until I give you permission.” I watched as a tremor of excitement ran through her.

I needed to prepare her. “Remember, if at any stage this is bothering you, tell me, and we’ll talk it through.” I went behind her and reached around with the silk fabric, feeling the tremors in her body.

“Trust.” I said, as I lifted the fabric, folded carefully. “This is an exercise in trust. You have to trust me here, in the same way I trust you to keep our privacy.” I pressed the fabric over her eyes and tied a knot at the back.

Then I moved around and checked that her eyes were completely covered and that no stray chinks of light could hint my shadow to her.

“How’s that?” I asked. “Is it comfortable, not too tight?”

She nodded. “It’s okay.” Her voice contained the same tremor as her body had.

“Don’t be frightened, Toni. This is training in self-discipline, it’s not a punishment.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Her voice had a hint of sarcasm.

“I can do both to show you the difference, if you like.” I didn’t think she’d like that, and I was right, her muscles tensed.

“All right, I’m going to begin. Remember, I want you to maintain this posture as much as you possibly can, no matter what I do.”

She didn’t answer me. Her muscles were tense.

I moved around her slowly. Close, I let my body just barely touch hers occasionally as I circled her. She was aware of me. Her body sensed where I was, and I could see it angling toward me, so slightly that it wasn’t a conscious thing.

I moved away, got an upright chair from the desk, and set it down silently in front of her. Then I sat down to examine her beautiful body.

S
he was growing on me
. More and more she was growing on me. Her responsiveness and arousal to whatever I tried with her made me want to possess her, make her mine. Of course, there were times when she drove me to distraction, and part of me would scream to just put her on a plane and let Edward and Father sort her out, train her up. But I couldn’t do it. The thought of giving her to Edward — I felt a shudder rip through me.

No. The choice wasn’t there at all.

I’d been still long enough. She began to shift uncomfortably.

“James? Are you still here?” she asked, a note of panic in her voice.

“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m just admiring you.” I let the smile color my voice, and saw her blush again, and her posture dropped, her shoulders bowing in the classic trying to be invisible posture of a tall, shy teenager.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” I jumped up. “Toni. That’s exactly the posture that you have to give up. You mustn’t slouch. You look like you’re wishing the ground would swallow you up.”

“Well, you’ve got that right then. I do.” Her voice quivered. It was time to move on.

I shuffled the chair forward until I was close to her body. “I’m here, Toni.” And now that she’d heard me and knew where I was, I could touch her without startling her.

“Now, Toni, as I said, I’m asking that you maintain your posture no matter what is going on around you. Even if you’re really uncomfortable, or you wish you were somewhere else, I want you to keep still. Utter self-discipline. That’s the lesson today.” I reached for the small bag, and made sure it was within reach for when I needed it.

Turning back to Toni, I began with her breasts. I cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight, her ripeness and maturity. My fingers and thumb found her nipple, and began teasing and pinching them gently. I leaned forwards and licked them so that the air moving over her wet skin felt even cooler. I let my hand concentrate on one breast, then I leaned forward and began to suckle deeply at the other.

She made a small noise of pleasure, and I felt her nipple harden and swell in my mouth. I worked on each breast in turn for a few minutes, and then I reached for the black bag. I got the nipple clamps, and debated with myself whether to tell her what to expect.

“Toni, I’m now going to put nipple clamps on you. I shall be gentle and just tighten them until you say it’s uncomfortable. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her breathing fast and uneven.

“Can you say it, Toni? I need to be sure.”

“I understand.” Her voice was raspy and quiet.

“All right. I need you to tell me when it gets uncomfortable.” I took the nearest nipple, licked and blew on it a final time to make it peak. Then I applied the clamp and began screwing it closed. When it first caught, she gave a little gasp, then held still, her head up determinedly.

I watched her carefully as I tightened. When she bit her lip, but didn’t say anything, I decided to call the shots. “I think that’s enough for a first time, Toni. So half a turn past that. There. That’s done. All right?”

I let the breast fall into place. Then I lifted the other, and suckled for moment to renew her arousal. I applied that clamp more quickly. She stood stock still the whole time, not saying a word.

“That’s good. Very good, all done. Now stand still a bit longer,” I said and I turned my attention to the shadowed area between her thighs.

“Open your feet just a fraction wider.” I looked at her stance critically. I could see her rapid breathing and her pulse fluttering in her throat was fast too.

I smiled. Gently, I slid my hand along her folds, feeling her jump. She was wet enough. I peeled back her folds, and pressed under the hood to find her clit. When I made contact, she trembled, but stood rigidly still. I could see her hands curling and uncurling.

Gradually, slowly, I brought her higher, stimulating her, soaking my fingers in her juices before sliding them into her depths. Her fists were clenched now, and her breathing deeper, gasping. I looked up. Her nipples were dark dusky rose. Her jaw was clenched. She was nearly there. I watched carefully as I drew her almost to the very peak. Then I drew my hand away.

“Oh,” her gasp of disappointment turned into a moan, and she tried to close her legs, to help herself to that climax she desperately needed. I wasn’t going to let her.

“No. Stand still.” I watched her draw herself up again, disappointment evident in her stance.

“Nice and straight, Toni. Self-discipline above all else.”

“Yes.” Her voice held a world of disappointment. I grinned.

“I won’t make you wait too much longer, sweetheart. What I need to know is whether you’ve learned the self-discipline lesson?”

Her head dropped a fraction. “Yes. Yes I have.”

“That’s good. That’s very good. Now stand absolutely still.” As silently as I could I moved away from her. In the bathroom I stripped my chinos and shirt off, then padded back silently into the bedroom. God! She was beautiful. Obediently standing still, the tension in her muscles showed the effort it was costing her.

“You’ve done amazingly well, Toni.” I was beside her and I murmured in her ear. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to sink into her as soon as I could.

“Would you like your reward now?” I nuzzled into her neck, beginning to nibble and kiss my way down towards those swollen breasts.

“Mmm,” she moaned. I picked her up, cradled her in my arms, feeling her gasp of pain and arousal as the nipple clamps twisted her nipples against my body.

I laid her down on the bed, and her body sank into the softness of the comforter as if she was floating and I saw her whole body open up and relax — well, except for the tightness of her lips as she waited for her nipples to stop jangling their signals of pain to her brain.

I reached for the foil packet on the nightstand and tore the wrapper open with my teeth. Then I saw her hands go to the blindfold.

“No!” I spoke more sharply than I intended, and she shrank back. I caught myself. “I’m sorry, Toni, I only saw you at the last minute when it was almost too late.” I touched her face, traced her lip. “I’m not angry. But I have another fun test for you before we take that blindfold off.” I dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“I want you to put the condom on me entirely by feel.”

Her face turned sightlessly towards me. “Blindfolded?”

“Blindfolded,” I agreed, grinning. I took her hand, pressed the open packet into it, and rolled onto my back beside her.

She sat up, drawing a sharp intake of breath as her breasts swung and pulled on the clamps. With one hand she held the packet while her other hand reached out to me, feeling. I lay back, smiling, with an unaccustomed feeling of contentment. This was fun, much more fun than I could ever have anticipated. I pushed away the thoughts of caution. I was going to enjoy myself.