At the Billionaire's Pleasure (BDSM Billionaire Series) (2 page)

Two spots of colour rode high on her cheeks but the rest of her face was stark white. Almost as though she had just seen a ghost. Carrie shook her head and smoothed her hair down with her free hand. She wanted this. She had spent often enough thinking about Ashcroft and now that it was really happening she wouldn’t let her doubts get her down.

Moving out of the bathroom she stalked back to his office. She was sure that as she weaved her way through the desks everyone could very easily catch the scent of her arousal. It invaded her own nostrils and she fought to keep herself in control.

David Ashcroft’s office was the largest in the building. He was after all the boss, chairman, of the largest trading company in the city. The walls of glass surrounding his office intimidated her as she made her way up to them. He smiled at her as she entered his sanctuary.

When she had been gone he had closed all of the blinds in his office. Once he closed the door they were completely hidden from prying eyes.

Carrie walked in and sat down. She didn’t close the door, she wasn’t willing to make it that easy for him. If he wanted to make a move on her he would have to do it himself.

He stood and stretched. The muscles in his arms bulged against the expensive fabric of his crisp white shirt. Carrie’s eyes travelled down the length of his body, drinking every inch of his tall muscular frame. Richard was a weasel by comparison.

He strode around the desk and shut the door. He swung around to face Carrie and held out his hand. “I take it you have what I asked for?”

“Y-yes.” She hated her voice for betraying the fear and excitement that coursed throughout her body. With trembling fingers she passed the small sodden heap to him. He opened them up and examined them closely before lifting them to his nose. His smile was all predator as he inhaled the scent of her sex.

Carrie’s heart rate leapt as he clicked the lock shut on the office door. She tried to stand to move out of his reach but he was faster than her. He roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her in against his chest. When she
opened her mouth to protest he
shoved the scrap of lace into her mouth, effectively gagging her.

He spun her around and bent her forwards over the desk. His hands slipped down her thighs and gripped the hem of her black dress. He yanked them back up bringing the dress with him.

Carrie squealed through the lace gag as the cool air circulating the office caressed her fevered skin. Ashcroft’s hands stroked the round pale globes of her arse. He handled them roughly, pinching and stroking her ample flesh. Carrie’s head dipped down towards the desk as he explored her ass with his hands.

When the first stroke came down hard on her arse she stiffened. Her whole body growing tense and rigid as the sting radiated up through her. His hands returned to stroking and rubbing her ass cheeks. He smoothed his hands down over her skin to the backs of her thighs before dragging his nails back up over the curve of her ass to her lower back.

He spanked her again and Carrie squealed. The spank was followed by Ashcroft’s hands rubbing and caressing her hot flesh. He repeated the process over and over until Carrie had lost count of the amount of time he had spanked her ass.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as Ashcroft probed a finger against her pussy. He easily slipped a thick finger into her. Her wetness was running down her thighs as he slowly pushed his finger in and out of her body. She wanted him, there was no denying it. As he pressed against her ass, Carrie could feel his erection pressing against her sore hot ass cheeks. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who was aroused by the situation.

He fucked her pussy with his fingers for a few moments. Carrie knew her body was on the verge of a giant orgasm. It crept towards her like outward ripples in a pond. Ashcroft must have felt the muscles in her pussy beginning to tighten because he chose that moment to withdraw from her body. He pulled away from her, leaving her exposed lower half to cool in the chill of the air-conditioning.

Embarrassment burned her cheeks as she stood and pulled her dress back down over her body. She turned to face him and was stunned to see him licking her pussy juice from his fingers. His blue eyes burned her with a sexual intensity Carrie had not seen before. No man had ever looked at her like that before.

He pulled the gag from her mouth and slipped her panties into his pocket. “I spanked you because you have been distracted lately. Distraction leads to mistakes. I cannot afford to have you making mistakes, Carrie.” He lingered over her name. It instantly brought back the sensation of his fingers slipping in and out of her body. How did he do that? She thought.

“I’ll have someone messenger over the outfit I want you to wear tonight. I’ll pick you up promptly at seven. I expect you to be ready...” His eyes raked over her body once more lingering on her breasts and pussy. He licked his lips slowly and stood up. He towered over Carrie and she shivered softly.

Part of her wanted to rebel, to fight against what he was doing. But a much larger part of her wanted it. She wanted everything he could give her. Every touch of his hand on her sent shivers down her spine. If he could do this much to her in his office, then what would he do to her once he had her alone somewhere secluded?

“Am I making myself clear?” Carrie nodded and swallowed hard. There was no way she could disobey this man. He held power over her and she wasn’t sure why but she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“You should go home then. I can’t have you here making any more mistakes. I want you to be fully prepared for tonight.”

Carrie nodded once more and walked towards the door. Ashcroft grabbed her as she passed him and pulled her body back against his chest. He pushed her hair aside and carefully nibbled down the side of her neck. “Don’t wear any perfume. I want to smell you. I want to know the moment you are aroused. I want nothing between us. Understand.”

“Yes...” Carrie whispered the words. Ashcroft kissed her neck in response and then released her as abruptly as he had grabbed her. She stumbled slightly and flushed a rosy red. Ashcroft’s chuckle followed her from the room as she fumbled with the lock and escaped out of there.

Reaching her desk she picked up her purse and tried to look important. Reaching for her coat she strode from the room her head held high. She needed to pretend that she was in control. If anyone knew what she had just done with the boss... They would never take her seriously again.

The lift pinged open and Carrie practically ran through the lobby and out into the fresh air. Her emotions were in turmoil as she began to make her way home. Someone familiar caught her eye in a coffee shop window opposite her work. Richard sat inside the window, his hand draped across the hand of a slim pretty blonde. The woman was laughing her long hair flowed around her shoulders.

A stab of hurt lanced through Carrie’s stomach. Richard had been an asshole, but to see him laughing and flirting with another woman. A much slimmer prettier woman made Carrie want to cry. The excitement she had felt as David had teased her in the office faded away. Why bother? She wasn’t attractive enough to keep anyone. David might be flirting with her now, but give him a few days and he would soon see sense. A man as attractive as he was would never want a frump like her.

Tears stung her eyes as she ran down the sidewalk. Flagging a cab she jumped into the backseat. Directions to her apartment were the only thing that stopped her from bursting into tears then and there.

Flinging the money into the front seat she jumped out of the car the hem of her dress ripping up the back in her haste. Mortification ate at her as she struggled to keep her modesty intact in front of the driver. He leered at her as she fought to hold the skirt in place. David still had her panties. If she flashed the driver he would get a full and complete view of her ass.

Draping her coat around her lower half, Carrie shuffled into the building and up the stairs to her apartment. Making it inside the door she collapsed in a heap on the floor and began to cry. Her sobs were loud and pitiful. Tears ran down her face and dripped onto her blouse. If she hadn’t seen Richard she might have felt a little differently.

He had only just left how could he have moved on so quickly? Did he really care so little for her that he would do that? Brushing her hand across her eyes it came away wet. How was she supposed to go to dinner with Ashcroft? He aroused her so much and she wanted him. But there was no way that he wanted her in the same way. Yes she had felt his erection but everyman would have an erection faced with a wet and willing woman bent over their desk.

Shame burned her face as she thought back on her behaviour. How could she have embarrassed herself so much? She should have controlled herself better. And then to
give David her panties.
What must he think of her?

Carrie held her face in her hands.
The sound of her intercom buzzing made her jump. Standing she scrubbed the tears from her face and answered the insistent buzz.

“Package for a Miss C. Grant.” The man’s voice sounded fuzzy through the technology. Carrie swallowed. It seemed Ashcroft wasn’t kidding when he said he would have her clothes messengered over.

“Come in.” Carrie’s voice was brusque as she checked her face in the mirror. Her skin was blotchy and flushed from her tears. She didn’t have time to think about it though. A knock on the door told her that the messenger was outside.

Opening the door she signed for the package and took it inside. The man didn’t give her a second glance. The moment he had her signature he was bounding down the stairs once more.

Carrie carried the package into her bedroom and set it down. It was quite heavy which surprised her. Opening the ribbons and lifting the lid from the black box she stared in bewilderment down at the contents. There was no way she would wear this. It wasn’t in the least bit suitable.

A red lace corset sat on the top of the box. A smaller box contained a pair of black boots in her size. How did he know? Beneath it she discovered was a long leather skirt in black. The skirt had the longest slit Carrie had ever seen running up the length of it. It would leave nothing to the imagination she realised. A note lay at the bottom of the box. It was scrawled neatly in Ashcroft’s handwriting and she recognised it immediately.

“No panties.”

She blushed as she realised just what the skirt would reveal if she didn’t wear any knickers. Shaking her head she undressed and headed into the shower. She would need all the hours between now and seven to prepare.

***

Ten to seven and Carrie sat on the edge of her bed in her silk robe. She couldn’t go through with it. She had tried to get the corset on but she couldn’t reach the lacing on the back to tie it up. It was pointless she wasn’t cut out for this type of thing. Anyway, the corset had no sleeves and there was no way that she was going out with her arms exposed.

She hugged herself with one arm as she picked up the wine glass and gulped down the remains of the alcohol. Her first glass had turned into a second and now she was feeling a little unsteady.

The intercom buzzed and panic started to flutter around in her tummy. How could it be time already? It wasn’t possible. She carried the glass with her out into the hall and pressed the intercom button.

“Let me in.” Ashcroft’s voice was sex personified. It whispered over her skin and caused her nipples to harden. Her sex grew wet at the command in his voice and she helpless to disobey him.

Without a word she pressed the button and unlocked the door. A few moments passed and Carrie’s nerves grew to an almost unbearable level. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room. His face was unreadable as he took in her undressed state. Something that Carrie couldn’t quite put her finger on seemed to rise from his skin.

“You’re not ready...”

The question hung in the air between them. The alcohol burned in Carrie’s blood and it made her bold.

“I’m not going.” She lifted her chin defiantly and stared him straight in the eye.

“You’re not coming or you couldn’t do up the corset?” His lips quirked almost
imperceptibly
.

“I couldn’t close it. But that is not the point... I’m not the type of woman.”

He moved towards her and crushed her against the wall. His body holding her easily in place. He pushed one knee between her legs and pressed her hands above her head. The glass dropped to the floor and shattered. He held her hands with one hand whilst the other loosened her robe.

Excitement curled in her stomach as his blue eyes drank in the sight of her half naked body. He dipped his head to her neck and bit her softly.

“You’re not what sort of woman?”

Carrie’s only response was a moan. His lips nibbled upwards to the edge of her earlobe. His tongue flickered against the sensitive little piece of skin before he moved back down the column of her neck once more. Reaching the tops of her bra covered breasts he ran his tongue along the top of the lace.

Releasing her hands he us
ed his hands to rip the lace bra
apart. Her breasts spilled out into his hands and he squeezed and pinched the nipples to life. Carrie moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck.

David’s mouth dipped down to suckle and lap at each nipple in turn. Carrie arched up towards him, allowing him better access to her sensitive body. She burned with desire for him. Her cunt dripped with need and she wanted to feel him bury his cock inside her.