At the Billionaire's Pleasure (BDSM Billionaire Series)

Carrie stretched her long limbs beneath the silk sheets. Her alarm buzzed on the locker and lazily she reached out and clicked it off. Another day of the usual errands. Turning over in the bed she stared wistfully at the empty space beside her. Why did Richard leave? It didn’t make any sense. They were happy, or at least she thought they were.

A week had passed since Richard had left, taking all of his belongings with him. Carrie remembered the tears she had shed as she begged him to explain why. All he had given her in return were cold looks and a brief peck on the cheek before he walked out the door.

Carrie hated to admit it but she was lonely without him. She missed his touch, the smell of his aftershave and the way he always sang out of tune when he was in the shower.

Sitting up she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Stretching her arms above her head, her breasts strained against the soft camisole that she wore. Padding into the bathroom she flicked on the shower, and then stopped to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She stripped slowly, her eyes picking out each little flaw and imperfection that she believed she had.

Richard had always joked that he loved having a little something extra to hold onto when they made love. It had always made Carrie feel insecure. But it didn’t seem to matter how much she hit the gym her body just wasn’t cut out to be thin and waif like.

With a sigh she stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down across her naked body. Why did she let thoughts like that bother her? She knew she shouldn’t. She was supposed to be a strong, confident, independent woman. And yet, the niggling doubts still filled her mind that she wasn’t good enough and no one would ever love her in the way that she craved.

Grabbing the shower gel she squirted some out into her hand and began to lather up her body violently. Each time her hands rubbed against her nipples it made them stiffen a little more. Too long had passed since she had, had sex and now she was beginning to suffer for it. Her hand dipped between her legs, rubbing her clit in lazy circles. Carrie moaned and pressed her free hand against her breast, pinching and playing until her nipple was painfully erect.

The phone rang. Its insistent sh
r
ill tone made her freeze. Just ignore it, it’ll go to voice mail. The little voice in her mind urged. Her hand began to slowly circle her clit once more as the answer machine kicked in. Her apologetic greeting made the anger within her surface and she slipped her fingers into her body. Why was she always so apologetic about every god damned thing?

The smooth caress of her boss’ voice filtered out from the answer machine. Carrie froze
. The sound of his voice sent
shivers of passion down her spine. Now there was a man who knew how to be in control. Carrie had often thought what it would be like to surrender to a man who held all the power. A man who with just the tone of his voice could reduce her to a quivering mess.

Something clicked in her brain. What the hell was he saying? Carrie launched herself out of the shower stall and into the hall. She stood there, water dripping onto the wooden floor from her naked body and listened intently to the message.

“Look, Carrie, I just need you to get your ass over here as soon as. This whole deal has turned to shit and I need you here... We need to...” He sighed on the other end of the line. Carrie could picture him sitting behind his desk his hand idly pushing his dark hair back from his face. The phone clicked dead.

He had probably pressed the wrong button. He seemed to be doing that an awful lot lately, Carrie pondered as she headed back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. When she had begun working for Mr. Ashcroft, he had been more than capable of dealing with all of the fancy gadgets at his disposal. However, as more time passed, he seemed to be needing her help in using them. It was odd and out of character.

She drag
ged the brush through her dark
hair. If she was to get to work on time and not receive a telling off then she needed to hurry. Hastily she applied her make-up. All thoughts of her earlier play-time in the shower were forgotten. She simply didn’t have time to finish.

Slipping on her simple black dress, she zipped it up the side. Underneath she wore a white blouse with sleeves that cut off at the elbow. She preferred that it covered her arms but it didn’t cling to them. She had always been self-conscious about her arms. She never fully understood why, but she knew to feel comfortable they had to remain covered.

Grabbing her coat and purse she ran out the door, barely remembering to lock it behind her.

***

The commute to the office was the usual nightmare. Men on the train stared at her like she was some type of strange creature that had arrived on earth. Her friends on more than one occasion had tried to persuade her the staring was because she was so attractive. Carrie of course had always dismissed this notion. Men did not find women who were plump attractive. Every magazine article she had ever read told her this.

Even when she had been with Richard, he had always seemed loathe to admit in public that they were together. The only place he ever held her hand in public was when they went to the cinema and sat in the dark.

Grabbing up her morning coffee, Carrie’s heart sank. How could she have been so stupid? Wasting so much time with a man who didn’t even reall
y like her. She shook her
head and picked up the second coffee she had prepared for Ashcroft.

She carried it carefully into the office. His chair faced the window and she could tell from the tone of his voice that he was not succeeding in pulling the deal back from the brink. Yesterday, the deal had been running smoothly. What could possibly have happened over night to send everything to hell?

In her mind she ran through all of the files she had sent out. Ashcroft’s angry voice cut across her thoughts.

“What do you mean you didn’t receive it? It was sent yesterday! My staff are perfectly competent thank you!”

Carrie watched as he slammed the phone back on its receiver. He swung around to face and pushed his hand back through his hair. Sparkling blue eyes filled with anger raked down over her body. He softened a little as he noticed the coffee on the desk.

“What would I do without you, Carrie?” He sighed and pushed himself back in the chair. His normally clean shaven jaw had a fine sprinkling of dark stubble. In Carrie’s mind it made him even more handsome. It gave him a sort of wild look. She could imagine him clearing the desk with one swipe and laying her across the wood.

“Are you listening to me?” He asked. His eyes watched her with a look of
curiosity
. Carrie blushed and dropped her gaze to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I was just a little distracted.”

“Good thoughts I hope.” She looked up and her blush deepened. His eyes were filled with a teasing light. It was as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. Of course that was impossible. The more Carrie fought not to think about his strong hands on her body the more those thoughts invaded her mind.

“I’m going to go and type up the rest of that report.” She kept her gaze averted as she moved out of the room. Ashcroft chuckled behind her and it made her move faster.

Reaching her desk she sat down. What was wrong with her? Where had her professionalism gone? She needed to put her head down and just concentrate on her job.

A small icon in the corner of the screen flashed at her. A private chat message. Puzzlement made Carrie furrow her brow. Who was sending her private messages? She clicked it open and the words within made her suck in a deep breath.

“I want you.” The name was simply the letter D.

Was it a joke? She looked around the office studying the faces of her co-workers. Everyone seemed to be intent on their own work. No one looked up or even glanced in her direction. What was going on?

A thought struck her then. She tried to dismiss it but it kept on nagging in her brain. Mr Ashcroft’s first name was David... Could he possibly be the secretive D?

Carrie tried to look into his office through lowered lashes. From what she could tell he was back on the phone but he was checking his computer screen every few seconds.

Her fingers tapped away on the keys. She didn’t want to encourage this. What if it wasn’t David?

“What? Who is this?”

A moment passed. She tried to keep watching Ashcroft’s office to see if he typed anything onto his computer. He turned away from the computer to stare out his window just as another message flashed up on Carrie’s screen.

Her sex became wet as she read the message. She licked her lips as a hot blush crept up her cheeks.

“I want to bend you over your desk. Lift that black dress of yours and push my thick cock into your juicy pussy. Would you like that?”

The question repeated over and over in her head. Would she like it? The damp patch that was forming in her underwear told her that yes she would like it. However, she was a lady. She didn’t even know who this strange person was. There was no way that she would reply to it.

Another message flashed up on the screen. “Carrie, come to my office. David.”

So it was David. Carrie stood and walked on unsteady legs towards the open office. David had swung his chair around and watched her as she made her towards him. It made Carrie even more nervous and she fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve.

Upon making it inside, David indicated for her to shut the door. She did so and took the seat opposite his desk. He watched her for a moment. His eyes burned right through her and she fought to keep her gaze level with his. In the end she failed and dropped her eyes to the edge of the desk instead.

“A very serious matter had come to my attention.”

Panic flared in Carrie’s stomach. What did he mean?

“Some of the files that were due to go out yesterday, never made it. Now I’ve searched back through the computer systems and I’ve discovered the error was from your computer, Carrie. You never sent the files and now the deal had gone to shit.”

His words stunned her. How could she have forgotten to send out the files? As far as she was concerned she had sent them. She remembered clicking the files into the email and pressing send. It wasn’t possible.

Carrie shook her head. “Mr. Ashcroft, Sir, I sent the files as requested. I remember sending them. The client has to have received them.”

His smile sent shivers racing across her skin. “According to the client they never received anything. Now who am I supposed to believe, Carrie?”

Tears clouded her eyes and she struggled to hold them back. She wouldn’t cry. It was a sign of weakness and she was sure she had sent the files.

Ashcroft lifted his hand to silence her protests. “I have a plan. I’m sure you will be more than willing to help me sort out this mess. Am I right?”

Carrie nodded. How could this have happened? First he sent her messages saying how much he wanted to do terrible things to her. And now he was propositioning her all because of a mistake. First Richard and now this. Her life was beginning to unravel at the seams.

“Carrie, are you listening? The client is flying in tonight and I want you to come to dinner with me and the client. I’m sure we can find a way out of this mess.” He stood as he spoke. Carrie wanted to follow his progress around the desk but he walked behind her chair and disappeared from sight.

He bent down over her chair and Carrie jumped. “The panties you are wearing right now. I want you to go to the bathroom take them off and bring them back to me.”

Shock froze Carrie to the chair.
Her head spun with confusion. She stood and walked slowly from the office. Things had changed so quickly. She walked to the ladies and straight into one of the cubicles. Her panties were now soaked completely through. Knowing how wrong it was
turned her on even more.

With shaking hands she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. The little voice in her brain shouted at her to stop. That David would simply make a fool out of her like every other man. But Carrie couldn’t stop. She balled the small scrap of lace up in her fist and stepped out of the cubicle. The sight of her pale face caught her eye as she passed the mirror.