Wicked While He Watches -The Billionaire's Secret (Claire and the Billionaire) (2 page)

“It’s time,” gruffly the voice said, and the strong
armed fat man grabbed her again pulling her along the dim corridor. Then he
stopped in front of another door, opened it, and held it open for her to enter.
Once she stepped through, he shut it behind her. It was an empty room with just
a long table in front of the wall and a line of chairs. Mr. Fawcett sat there
alone.

“Glad you made it okay. I like your outfit,” he
said. Claire didn’t know what to think. She just waited for him to do whatever
it was he was going to do. Apparently it turned him on for her to be dressed
like a masked Sunday school teacher.  What did she care? As long as she
got Daniel’s ransom, she’d wear whatever he wanted.

She replied with an empty “Thank you.” She didn’t
want to talk. She just wanted to get it over with.

“I am going to explain this to you,” he said and he
pushed a button by him on the wall. The part of the wall above the table lifted
up to reveal a window. “It’s a one way mirror,” he declared.

Claire looked through into what looked like a big
living room. The lighting was subdued. Assorted upholstered furniture was
arranged around.  Two very good looking men were standing in the middle of
the room, talking. One was wearing a conservative gray suit that looked like
something a teacher or a minister might wear. The other was in a similar suit,
but all black. Claire shifted uncomfortably in her stilettos. A dirty smile
played on Mr. Fawcett’s lips again.

“You see, Claire. I like to watch,” he said eyeing
her closely as if trying to gauge her reaction.  Claire just saw his lips
move and the words hung in the air before.

“You like to watch,” she echoed.

“Yeah, so go in there and put on a good show for me.
The boys are ready. Be creative. Let them be too. And most importantly,
remember; whether you are or not, look like
you’re loving
it.” He said this to her as nonchalantly as if he was ordering in a restaurant.
No reply escaped her lips. She just stared at him in complete shock.  It
was only a half mask so it could hide tear but it couldn’t hide the expression
on her mouth.

“Two?” she uttered. This whole thing was not
anywhere close to what she thought was going to happen.

“Yeah, two.
And you’re going to love it. Remember.” This order was a threat. She smiled the
phoniest smile that she had ever plastered on her face. It was for Daniel.

“I’ll love it,” she lied, playing the game. “Just
watch and see.”

“Oh, I will, Claire. I can’t wait to see what you’ve
got for me.” This was said in a tone that made Claire tremble fearfully. 
She felt her stomach tighten and she had the urge to make a run for it.

He must have been able to read that on her face
because Mr. Fawcett reminded
her
,“
You’ll
never see your husband again if you run.” He cocked his head and looked her up
and down. She nodded that she was only too aware of that, and they both knew
that she wasn’t going anywhere
..

Chapter
2

The fat man came through the door just then. He led
her by the arm out of that room and into the other. Her gaze locked on the
mirror once she got in. She knew he was there watching. It made her skin crawl
and she felt dirty. She looked away down at the floor and her stilettos. God,
what was she going to do? Could she really go through with this?

Then she took a deep breath and glared at the
mirror. And it struck her that the whole reason that she was getting a chance
to get her husband back was because the billionaire liked to watch.  She
determined to give him what he wanted, so she could have what she needed,
Daniel back.

Claire turned her gaze to the two men, and she
transformed into a new woman. It wasn’t her who was doing this, she told
herself. It was Coco Blue, a girl who would try anything and like
everything.  She looked again in the mirror and now saw her alter-ego.
When the mask was on, the inhibitions were off. It was the only way she could
do this.

She approached the men and they smiled at her. 
She was going to handle this like a fight and make the first move. Coco wrapped
her arms around the one in black, grabbed him by the hair on the back of his
neck, pulled his head down to her, and took his mouth. He kissed her back hard.
He unclasped her barrette and her long dark hair fell about her shoulders. He
wrapped it around his hand and held her there to him. The one in gray moved in
behind her. He stroked the back of her neck, moved down her back to her bottom.
He cupped it in his hands and lifted up her skirt. Coco stiffened for a moment,
shocked by it all, and overwhelmed with how fast they moved in, but she
composed herself.

She had to remember that she wanted it, that she
loved it. 

His hand went up her skirt and he ran his fingers
into her panties. Then he slipped his hand out from between her legs and
trailed his hand over her thigh, feeling the softness of her leg.

“Hold on.” The one in black stepped back from the
kiss and the one in gray moved around next to him so they stood facing her.

“Who are you?” Coco asked. She’d never seen either
of them before. She was glad she didn’t know them. This would be so much worse
if they knew each other. Daniel could never know.

“Just call me, Stone,” said the sandy haired man
dressed in gray. He was tall with closely cropped blond hair, blue eyes, and a
manly strong-boned face.  He was gorgeous and his body was rock hard.
Stone was a fitting name. He smiled at her with his sexy mouth. Coco wondered
how his lips tasted.

“And let’s say I’m Heath,” the man, she had kissed
already, told her in a deep voice. He had a black crew cut. Green eyes blazed
out from a tan complexion.  He had a fine face with a shadow of a beard,
and a great body that was all muscle.  And he was already a proven great
kisser.  Coco was finding it easier to pretend to enjoy this. Clearly they
using fake names so were committed to keeping their anonymity too.

“My name’s Coco,” she purred twirling a lock of her
hair around her finger. She decided to play up her new persona’s
flirtatiousness.

“You ready, Coco?” Stone asked. She loved his voice.
His smooth, rich voice sounded like sex.

“Cause we are,” Heath added. His deeper voice
sounded like rough sex.

“Oh yeah,” she answered and she reached for them.
They didn’t need any more encouragement.  Stone took one of her arms,
pulled her to him, the slid his hands under her linen blazer.

“You don’t need this.” Stone helped her off with the
jacket.

“Or this,” Heath growled. He just grabbed onto the
front of her rayon blouse and pulled hard, ripping it off her, and leaving only
her sheer corset. Coco was taken aback. Damn. They meant business. She resisted
the urge to panic, and instead seductively slipped the remnants of the shirt’s
sleeves off her bare arms.

“Let’s see those tits,” Stone added and he gently
pushed the straps of her corset off her shoulders. Her round breasts poked out,
nipples hard. She slipped the straps off her arms and let the garment fall to
her waist with the attached garters still holding up the lace-topped red
stockings.

“Nice,” he said. He came very close to her so she
feel
his heat, and he grabbed her breasts, holding them
firmly in his hands. He bent down and licked one aroused nipple then the other.
Coco stuck her chest out reveling in the attention to her sensitive nipples. A
shot of desire ran from them to her core. As if he knew, Heath moved up behind
her. He leaned down and kissed her neck then he slipped his hand under her
skirt and explored her. His fingers discovered her arousal and fed it further. Coco
began breathing heavy through her mouth. Heath gave her neck a final kiss then
walked over to a chaise that was positioned in the center of the room.

“Good. I like this,” Mr. Fawcett announced over a
loud speaker. Coco stiffened at the sound of his voice. He was watching. Why
did he have to remind her?  She balked and began to pull away from Stone.
He held her arms tight so she couldn’t move.

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t let him bother you. Think
about me,” he muttered while he raked her nipples with his teeth then licked
them, alternating pain and pleasure.  He stood erect again, scooped her up
in his arms and carried her to the back of the red leather upholstered chaise
lounge. “Turn around,” he commanded. She did as told. He pushed her against the
back of the piece of furniture until she was bent forward over it. He lifted
her skirt high, exposing her butt, and slapped her ass hard.

“Do you like that?” Stone growled. Coco gasped. She
had never been spanked. It hurt.

“I think she does,” Mr. Fawcett‘s voice interrupted,
reminding of her of what he had said, she had to like it.

“Yes, sir.
May I have another?” She said with a sexy lilt in her voice.

Stone chuckled. “You sure can.” And the spanking
continued. He’d rub her butt with his strong hands, and then smack, down came
his hand.  It was startling at first and it stung. But soon she had to
admit, she kind of did like it.

“May I have another?” she murmured quietly. 
Her butt was lifted high as she leaned over the chaise. She laid her arms and
head on the seat cushions. Her head lifted with gasps and moans of pleasure and
pain.

“Oh, yeah.
 
I have to,” he uttered. Coco wondered if Mr. Fawcett was forcing him to do
this, too. What did he have over Stone? What about Heath? She felt a tie with
them now. It was them against Mr. Fawcett, and they couldn’t let him win. She
leaned forward into the chaise so her butt lifted higher, tempting him to swat
it.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Coco,” Stone uttered.
The deep timbre of his voice vibrated through her, intensifying her desire.
“Haven’t you?”

“Yeah.
So bad,” she said breathily. In all actuality she really was being very bad.
There was no way Daniel could ever find out. Stone’s hand came down on her butt
cheek, slapping that thought out of her head. There was no thinking about
Daniel now. She was Coco. She
was loving
this.

Stone kept swatting her butt, the slaps to her
cheeks resounding through the room.  Just then music started, pounding
techno. The lyrics were synthesized and repetitive. The air vibrated with the
hard beat. She looked up at Heath. He was taking off his suit jacket. He rolled
up the sleeves of his white button down shirt and he loosened his gray striped
silk tie. He unbuttoned his pants and drew down the fly. He was going European,
no underwear at all. She wondered whether Mr. Fawcett had picked these outfits
for him and Stone.

Heath pulled his erect cock out and started stroking
it. Coco watched. Then she remembered that Mr. Fawcett was watching. Now she
understood, kind of.  She grew wetter watching him touch himself, watching
him run his hand over his long thick shaft. His hand gripped it like a tennis
racket and he pointed it at her while Stone continued to spank her.  Coco
was so aroused.

The spanking stopped for a moment but Coco was so
absorbed in Heath touching himself, as he looked at her with those green eyes,
that she took no notice. She’d never seen any like them; she’d never forget
them.

Her wrists were suddenly in the strong grip of
Stone. He pulled her arms behind her back. Heath undid his tie and tossed it to
Stone. The strip of silk was wrapped around her wrists and tied tightly. A
touch of panic ran through Coco. But then the spanking started again but
different this time.  Stone rubbed her labia while he smacked her
ass.  Then he tapped her labia and her arousal increased. She didn’t know
how much more she could take before she melted.

Heath came over to her and knelt before her on the
chaise. He held his cock and brought it to her. He traced it over her face, ran
it over her lips. She went for it with her tongue, licking, tasting his hard
shaft. And he brought it closer to her, leaning into her. She took it in her
mouth and he moved his hips, slowly offering then taking it back just far away
so she couldn’t reach it with her tongue. And Stone continued to spank her.
Coco had never felt anything like this. She knew Mr. Fawcett could not be
disappointed. In a way she didn’t even care if he was. This was too good.

Her tongue ran up and down Heath’s hard cock. Stone
massaged her bottom. He slapped it with one hand, then alternating he started
to tap her labia. Her clitoris was already aroused to its fullest. She was
going to lose control any time. Maybe all it would take was another spank.

Heath’s member was silky in her mouth, filling it as
she sucked and ran her tongue over the tip. He would take it away. Give it
back.  Take it away longer. His own hand reached down and stroked it
whenever he pulled it out of her reach.

“Give it to me,” she uttered. She wanted that cock.
His hard body was perfect. In his business suit he seemed even more powerful
and dominant.  It was his to give and his to take away. Coco wanted it.

“Give it to me,” she repeated.

“Is that how you ask?” Heath replied huskily. His
voice was labored with his own arousal. “I better punish you.”