Billionaire Broken: My Billionaire Boss, Part 8 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (3 page)

He laughed and then swept me up into his arms, causing me to squeal. The coffee had too much brandy in it but that wasn't what was causing my head to spin. I was going to marry Jackson Stone.

He was mine.

And I was his.

*

Three months later ...

In the end, it hadn't taken long for the accountants and police to pull Black's mess apart. There were layers upon layers like an onion but once you sliced it with a sharp knife, it fell into pieces. All the sham companies, the fake investors and levels upon levels of deception toppled down around him.

Black had applied for bail and got it before fleeing, making it all the way to the border of Paraguay before being caught with a fake passport (and wearing a fake nose to cover his broken one). Now he was awaiting extradition and using what was left of his money on expensive lawyers. His claim that the rich rarely went to jail definitely wasn't going to come true in his case.

As the investigation into Black progressed, skeletons came out of closets with surprising frequency. The men who broke into Jackson's mansion flipped on Black incredibly fast. Then deceived investors from side-scams he'd been running appeared from everywhere. But the biggest surprise was a man who came forward to identify himself as a provocateur in the Stone Pharma protests that had resulted in the building burning down and a janitor dying. He wasn't the one who threw the Molotov but he named names and had kept evidence that clearly tied Black to the illegal dumping, the fire and the subsequent threats and harassment that had occurred. With that revelation, the threat of me being hauled off to jail finally vanished. The weight I'd been carrying for years lifted away.#

One-hundred and ninety-one million turned out to be the amount Mr. Black owed to a syndicate of very scary men. Some were Russian, a few Chinese, some from Saudi Arabia and every single one of them on various government watch lists for organized crime. They were after Black personally, which was a relief and Jackson assured me they wouldn't kill Black over the money because they wanted it back.

Months and months ago, I had joined the records department with the intention of destroying Stone-Black. And now it was. Jackson had been clever enough in the months before Black made his play to split things up, move them around and begin to unwind the damage he'd done. Thanks to that and the flurry of transactions that had kicked into effect the moment Jackson gave it all up for me, things were going to be okay under the new Stone Corporation. Stone-Black didn't escape without harm though. Hundreds of millions of dollars were missing but Jackson refused to see a single person lose their job because of Black. He'd used his personal wealth to cover the shortfall and as he explained a week before our wedding, he was still a billionaire but now "just half the billionaire I was before". He may have been half the billionaire he was but he was a thousand times any man I'd ever known.

It wasn't going to be easy but the work to clean up Bedford had already begun. It would take years but with the new technology provided by the Stone corporation, eventually Bedford would thrive again.

None of this was on my mind though today...

We'd been married in the grounds of his mansion (Jackson telling me he'd swapped the very naughty statues in the maze over to innocent ones just in case any children ran in there).

Now the party was over and the guests all gone and we were finally alone.

He had carried me over the threshold of his dungeon more than once but never before as his wife. He stopped in the doorway with me over his shoulder. I had a view of his perfectly formed ass and not much else.

"Move it along!" I called out.

He swatted me on the backside and I laughed. "We're not in there yet ... sir."

He stepped across the threshold and set me down before slamming the door shut behind us. I jumped at the sound and nearly said something but then I saw the mocking look on his face. When I was in here, I was his to do with as he pleased. Would I disobey?

When he finally saw I was holding my tongue he grabbed me and kissed me like it was the last kiss of his life. When we broke apart, I felt like I was going to topple over I was so dizzy. I had seen this amazing man almost every day for the last three months and yet I still couldn't believe he was really mine. I was married to him.

He undid the top button of his shirt and flickered an eyebrow at me, daring me to laugh. I stifled a giggle. I knew this game. He undid another button and wriggled his other eyebrow and I had to bite my tongue and look down so I wouldn't laugh.

"Delilah," Jackson said.

I looked up just in time to see him poke his tongue out. I laughed and clapped my hand over my mouth.

He stepped closer to me. "Oh, and you were doing so well," he whispered, stroking his finger down my neck.

"You bastard, Mr. Stone."

"I love you, Mrs. Stone."

"I love you too, sir."

I felt a rush of heat across my body as his hand trailed down my back and then up again. "Turn around," he said.

I tilted my neck and turned around as he undid the diamond choker wrapped around my throat. Then his hands slid down to my wedding dress and he began to unbutton me from it. It was sleek, sexy and elegant thanks to Alma and the girls but it also had approximately one-point-four-million hidden buttons, hooks and other wedding dress tricks to make it look so good. But Jackson was skilled with his hands as I'd well learned and in no time at all he'd loosened it.

I stepped forward and turned around, allowing the dress to slide to the floor. I stepped out of it and as demurely as a girl now wearing nothing more than sheer white stockings and high heels could, picked up my dress and draped it over a side bench.

Jackson watched me the whole time, looking like a wolf ready to consume a meal. His eyes burned and I shivered in anticipation as I stood before him.

"Close your eyes," he commanded.

I closed them and like every time before, tried to hear him move around. I heard one footstep and that was it. I was getting better but the man was still silent and fast. I gently bit the inside of my cheek. There was no way he'd surprise me this-

"Open them,"

I gasped as I felt his hands on my throat. Again he'd done it!

When he removed his hands I felt the collar he'd wrapped around me. I turned around and saw it was pitch black leather, a band of night, inlaid with diamonds that twinkled like stars.

"It's too much, sir," I protested, stroking my fingers across it. It was so soft and already warming against my skin.

"I could give you the world and everything in it and it wouldn't be enough to show you how I feel," Jackson replied.

I turned around and kissed him, desperate for his body, desperate for his whole self. I was tugging at his suit, forgetting myself entirely.

Jackson stepped back and held my hands between his. I was panting and blew out a breath in frustration. I could feel my clit literally throbbing in beat with my heart.

"Wait, little slave," Jackson admonished. He paused long enough to ensure I simply wouldn't jump on his again and then released my hands.

"I have something to show you," he said.

He reached into his pocket and must have pressed a button. A panel in the back wall slid down while another moved sideways, disappearing behind another. Pieces moved like an intricate clock as a pitch-black wooden cross emerged. I shivered when I saw the leather cuffs, goose-bumps running across me and felt butterflies fluttering madly in my stomach. Finally the cross softly clicked into place, the last piece sliding into place.

"What kind of craftsmen do you have working for you?" I asked, aroused by what was in front of me but also amazed at the beauty of it all.

He bit his lip and gave me that look.

"Sir," I added hastily.

He took me by the hand and led me across the dungeon before turning me around and lifting my hands above my head as he pushed me back against the cross. He bound each wrist, enclosing it in the leather cuff.

"Only the very best. And discreet." Jackson said, a smile playing on his lips.

He turned away to a nearby drawer and then returned with a length of rope in one hand, an egg and a bottle of lubricant in the other.

I stayed silent as Jackson dabbed a cold dot on my rear entrance. I stayed silent even as it warmed and I felt heat pulsing through me. I stayed silent as he slipped the egg inside me and the pleasure magnified. Jackson kept his gaze locked with mine the entire time and once the egg was inside me, he nodded.

"Impressive. But I wonder if you can stay quiet for much longer?"

He walked away from me with this hands in his pockets, whistling like he was out on an afternoon stroll in the country. He left me there, bound and rapidly overheating on the cross, as I watched his perfectly formed ass walk away from me.

He turned around near the door and undid his shirt buttons one by one. When he threw his shirt behind him, I let out a quiet whimper. His body, my god, his body. I had seen it against me, seen it above me, run my hands over it and felt it pressed against me but every time I saw the strong muscles of his chest, I wanted to touch them. I wanted to run my lips down from his neck, down his abs and down further still.

Jackson undressed and soon he was naked on the other side of the room, a Greek statue carved from polished marble and brought to life. I couldn't look away from his thick cock. I wanted him inside me. He reached into his jacket that he'd left hanging over a bench and I saw a glimmer of a silver dot that he pressed into the palm of his hand.

"The question is, how close should I come?" he asked.

He put out his hand and then took a step towards me. The instant he crossed some invisible line, the egg inside me throbbed to life. I gasped as the powerful vibrations shot through me. Jackson watched me squirm for a moment before lowering his hand, taking it back over the invisible line. As soon as he did, the egg shut down, leaving me trying to catch my breath.

I watched Jackson, trying to keep my eyes on him as he stepped sideways. He moved around the various tables and benches in the room. He stepped over the invisible line and I gasped in pleasure. Then he stepped back again. A moment later he came to the bench that he'd first used those months ago to go down on me with a mouthful of hot tea. We'd used it a few times since. He looked at it as though considering how to get around it.

"The near side or the far side?" Jackson said, smirking at me. The man was the devil.

He stepped towards me and halfway around it before stopping. The egg throbbed inside me as Jackson watched. I bit my lip and then gasped as he took another step towards me. The egg stepped up another level. He was still halfway across the room and the tiny sex though was going to vibrate my brains out. Jackson took another step towards me. Up another level and I couldn't stay silent. I began to whimper. And another step. And another.

I smelt his scent and realized I had my eyes closed. I forced them open and found Jackson in front of me, watching me writhe on the cross. Our eyes met and in an instant he was against me. He pulled my legs up and slid his full length into me, the egg vibrating like crazy still. I moaned as he filled me. The egg was small but powerful and between it and Jackson inside me, I felt completely filled. Caught between two powerful forces, my hands bound, unable to move.

Jackson began to thrust in and out of me, his hands on my ass, holding my legs up. With each movement his cock pushed up inside of me, feeling impossibly large, and my clit throbbed in time. I felt the egg change pattern, now pulsing on and off quickly and this was far more intense than I could have ever imagined. Jackson nipped the my earlobe and then the side of my neck and I found myself begging and shouting yes sir over and again.

"Cum now," he commanded and I was helpless against it. I came, my body pinned between his and the cross, pinned between his cock and the egg. I came, feeling like every muscle in my body was quivering in pleasure. Jackson didn't stop though. There was no relief from this pleasure, no plateau to drift down from and then climb back up. He kept fucking me like a mad barbarian, the egg buzzing inside my ass and I came again, tears appearing at the corners of my eyes. But again, there was no respite. Jackson kept fucking me, fucking me through my orgasm, pushing me to another, never letting me come down.

At some point I heard his breathing quicken and my body respond to his. I was long past counting or even thought. He controlled me, my pussy. My body was his and I was an instrument to be played. I was a slave to be used. I was his absolutely. My pleasure peaked and I gasped again and then I felt him come inside me. He grunted, a wild animalistic sound and pounded his cock into me as he came. Finally he slowed and then stopped, his full length inside of me, our bodies joined. Thankfully, the egg slowed and stopped, too.

We stayed like this for some time, gently kissing and recovering our breath before Jackson stepped away from me, leaving me with my eyes closed, floating in bliss. He was back a moment later with a warm washcloth. He wiped it over my body before finally carefully sliding the egg out of my body. I sighed as it went, feeling my muscles throbbing, exhausted.

Jackson unbuckled my arms and despite the marathon of fucking he'd just accomplished, picked me up and carried me out. Soon we were showering, warm and content against each other and soon after that he was sliding into bed while I removed the thin chain around my neck that held the small battered gold heart. I hung it on the jewelry box and slipped into bed beside him.

He wrapped an arm around me as I nestled into his chest. In the darkness the room was lit only by the distant stars. I saw the diamonds on my wedding ring pick up the faint light as I moved my hand to hold Jackson's.

"I love you, Delilah," he said, floating somewhere near the edge of sleep.

I glanced over at the jewelry box and the faint outline of the heart that hung there. Jackson's heart. That I would carry with me and protect forever, just as he would mine.

He may have been asleep when I answered but it didn't matter. He knew I loved and trusted him and would the rest of my life.