BlackmailedbyHisRival

Blackmailed by His
Rival
: Servicing
the Billionaire
Part
7
(A BDSM Erotic Romance)

Published by Adriana Rossi

Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi

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Her arms trembled as she returned to her seat behind her desk. She stared at her computer screen without seeing anything at all. Mary could feel Mr. Gray’s lips on her throat, his rough hands tearing away her blouse to fondle her. She could smell his foreign cologne on her skin, which was strangely pungent. It was wrong. Mr. White was the only one who could touch her. She was his slave.

Mary’s eyes were red with unshed tears. For only a few minutes, he had forced himself on her. Mary shuddered at the memory of his mouth crushing against hers, forcing her lips open with his tongue as he groped her breasts. She felt dirty, but despite her loyalty to her master, she had enjoyed Mr. Gray’s rough assault.
Who am I kidding?
I loved it.

Whenever she thought of Mr. Gray, she felt disgust mingled with carnal desire. She disliked him for replacing Mr. White’s position and she loathed him for blackmailing her with the pictures of them at the BDSM convention. And yet, heat rushed to her face whenever she thought of him and his rough hands.

After he had finished groping her, he had ordered her back to her desk with the promise that he would fuck her after lunch.

Mary did not know what to do. She had no choice but to comply with his demands; the axe that hung over both their heads was very real, and she could see no way out. Mary thought about emailing Mr. White, but she decided against it immediately. Mr. Gray was probably monitoring her email. She had hoped that he would try to contact her.

The mood around the office was apprehensive. She sensed that although her coworkers may have disliked Mr. White, they did not approve of his dismissal. They did not voice their opinions, but Mary could tell by the way they spoke in clipped tones about Mr. Gray.

Her fingers tapped on the keyboard; she worked with her mind in a fog. She completed an email and copied her new boss. Then she did a number of tasks that Mr. White had assigned to her before he had left. She felt a painful squeeze in her chest. She missed him already. She inhaled a sharp breath as a new email blinked at the top.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject:

To my office immediately.

James Gray

CEO, Whitegroup Inc

She glanced at her watch. It was noon. With a feeling that this could mean nothing but ill, she stood up and began a slow march towards his office. She knocked on the massive doors.

“Enter.”

When Mary entered, she wondered how she could have ever sympathized with Mr. Gray. His brown eyes were cold and hidden under a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. He spoke in a voice of polite, British indifference.

“Lock the door.”

Mary hesitated, and Mr. Gray’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She did what she was told, feeling apprehensive.

“I want you to come here and bend over this desk.”

Mr. Gray spoke in a quiet voice, but Mary could sense a storm brewing. Perhaps it was the stiffness of his limbs or his unblinking gaze. Mary suppressed a shudder as she bent over the table, feeling vulnerable as Mr. Gray stood up and walked behind her. He bent near her and placed a sheaf of paper under her face.

“Read. It.”

A thrill of fear shot through her heart. There was no mistaking the rage in his taut voice. He did not have to yell or shout, as Mr. White often did, she could feel his anger emanating from him in waves.

She looked at the paper. It was a printed out copy of an email Mary had sent. She started reading until she saw it—a typo. “‘Mr. Grey sends his regrets.’ Oh.”

His head bent towards her face. She could smell his cool breath. “‘Oh?’ That’s all you have to say for yourself?”

“I—I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think you are. Who the fuck misspells the CEO’s name? I think you did this on purpose—to embarrass me.”

Mary went rigid with horror. “Of course not.” Had she done it on purpose?

Then he flipped her skirt over her back and pulled down her panties. Mary gasped as the cool air struck her pussy. Was he going to fuck her here? Mary felt excited at the thought, and immediately felt guilty.

“I want you to keep reading the email until I am convinced you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Ok,” Mary said. “Dear Mr. Smi—AH!”

Mr. Gray’s hand came down on her ass in a vicious slap. The burn from his blow spread across her sensitive skin. She had hardly finished the next sentence when he had struck her again. Mary reeled against the blows, tears stinging her eyes. The slaps reminded her of the times when Mr. White had spanked her, and the sexual excitement she had felt. She felt it now with every blow of his palm against her ass, his hand so close to her pussy, reminding her of rough sex.

Mr. Gray was unforgiving in his punishment. The burning sensation overwhelmed her as he continued to hit her, and every strike was just as cruel as the one before it. At last, when she had finished the email, Mr. Gray stopped and unbuckled his pants. Mary widened her hips, her pussy ready for his assault. He positioned himself and Mary barely felt his cock before he had thrust it inside her, his hands holding her hips. She felt onto the desk as his rod impaled her.

“I will not let anyone sabotage my career, Miss Kramar. You will learn to obey me with the same devotion you gave to Mr. White. Even if I leave—you will be mine. I own you.”

Mr. Gray delivered his speech as he railed into her; every word seemed to be emphasized by his iron cock bruising her insides. Mary moaned in pain as his dick pounded her, his flesh slapping her bruised ass. It felt so good to have this dominant, evil man drilling her from behind. Her breasts were smashed against the desk, and it hurt, but every slam of his cock inside her tight channel made every physical pain an accent of the pleasure. He hardly made a sound as he hammered his cock, which glided in her pussy juice. His fingers tightened around her hips and he was like a jackhammer, fucking her so hard and fast that Mary could do nothing but bend over for him like a slave, letting him take her however he wanted. He was slamming into the desk so hard that objects were starting to topple, stacks of paper slid to the floor and his coffee mug was knocked over. Mary bucked her hips, loving the way he filled her and his merciless pounding. It felt so good.

Then he paused and let her gasp on the desk, her pussy burning with an ache.

“I want to hear you say it. Say that you’re my slave.”

She was Mr. White’s slave, but she could not deny the power he held over her. “I’m yours.”

The wonderful thickness slid out of her pussy, and Mary knew that she had disappointed him. “No—I’m your slave! Please, Mr. Gray.”

She felt his hardness return to her wet lips, and the sweet pressure of his hands sent him gliding inside her soaking pussy. He didn’t say anything as his penis slammed against her. He threw himself into the desk and held her hips. Mary felt his dick seize and felt a shooting, wet sensation and knew he had shot a huge load inside her cunt. Mary groaned loudly and he slapped his palm around her mouth. Her vagina contracted around his dick as he pumped a few more times, making sure her pussy swallowed all of his semen.

Then he slipped out of her—breathing a little heavier than usual. He pulled up his pants and Mary began to lift herself from the desk, but he shoved her back down.

“No, you stay there until I say otherwise. Keep reading that email.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mary did as she was told, even as she felt her pussy throbbing and the slow drip of semen.

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The wind whipped her hair around her face as she left the office building, shivering from something more than the crisp weather. Her coworkers walked with her, oblivious to Mary’s inner turmoil.

“Oh my gosh, there he is!”

The girls laughed nervously and Mary looked in the direction of their gaze. A black town car was parked along the curb. The passenger window was unrolled and Mr. White’s pale face was staring at her.

Mary felt a shock from his gaze as if he had thrown a dagger at her heart. It was then that she heard heavy footfalls behind her and a presence by her side. Her heart hammered. She stared at Mr. White longingly, but knew Mr. Gray’s gaze was burning holes in her head. She gave Mr. White an imperceptible shake of her head.

He looked away and the window rolled up. The car drove away and Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t worry,” said the cold voice behind her. “There’s no need to be so frightened. I know you’ve been following my orders.”

He grasped her wrist lightly and stroked her skin with his thumb. The small touch was enough to flood her mind with images from earlier in his office, and she remembered with a violent blush how he had fucked her in his office. Guilt swelled inside her as she watched Mr. White’s car disappear from view.

It came as a relief when Mary finally arrived at her apartment. Her back ached from being bent over what used to be Mr. White’s desk. A hot bath would ease the stiffness in her back, and maybe with a glass of wine she could mull over her situation with Mr. Gray. She had to do right by Mr. White—he was her master.

She crammed her key into the door and pushed it open, sighing upon entering the door. She flicked on the light switch and screamed.

It took a few seconds for her to recognize him. A man in a suit was standing inside her kitchen with his arms crossed. Mr. White’s face looked…curious. There was sadness mingled with rage, but whether it was directed towards her, she couldn’t tell.

“Mr. White!”

But a torrent of emotions swirled inside her upon seeing him, and she blinked back tears as she ran forward, sobbing. He caught her in his cold, hard embrace and stroked her blonde hair. Her emotions spilled over when his arms tightened around her. How could she ever feel anything for Mr. Gray when he was always the one for her. She had missed his control, missed how safe it made her feel. She didn’t realize how badly her heart was aching until she had fallen into his arms.

“I—I’m sorry. Mr. Gray forbade me to talk to you, or see you. Otherwise—”

“Yes,” he said smoothly. “I know, my pet. I gathered as much when I looked at you and saw that fucker standing behind you.”

His fury rumbled in his chest; Mary felt it through his shirt and quailed in fear. She knew she had to tell him, but she was so afraid that he would leave her. But he was still talking.

“Now I know how Steve Jobs felt when his own company threw him out,” he said in a morose voice, which quickly rose in anger. “Those fucking imbeciles have no idea what they’ve done.”

Mary couldn’t take it anymore. “He forced me to fuck him in the office!”
And I liked it.

“What?” he roared. Mr. White released her and paced the small kitchen, looking like a lion pacing its cage. He rounded on her. “He touched you?”

“Yes, but—”

“I’ll kill him!”

And he actually tore across the kitchen to leave. Mary ran towards him, “Wait!” she screamed. “You can’t! He blackmailed me—both of us!”

He shuddered to a halt, his chest heaving. “What do you mean?”

“He showed me a photo of both of us at the BDSM convention. I was in bondage and you were holding the leash. He must have followed us.”

Mr. White’s face blanched as he grabbed one of the chairs for support and lowered himself onto the seat.

“He made me promise to work for him and fuck him whenever he wanted. I didn’t know what else to do. I was going to quit!”

“He’s taken my job, and now he’s taken my girl.”

The dead tone of his voice scared her. He hung his head, looking utterly depressed. Mary sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his head. “No, he hasn’t. I’m still yours. I love you, Matthew.”

She raised his chin and their lips met. His lips captured hers with his forceful intensity. Her tongue swept inside his mouth and he seized it with his teeth, biting slightly. She gasped as his hands slid up her torso, groping her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. Then, he was tearing the buttons off, growling like a beast as he tore it off her body. He reached around her back and unclasped her bra so that her tits bounced freely. Mary let the bra fall to the floor, and then she was unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel their naked skin pressed together.

She could feel her wetness spreading beneath her skirt, soaking up her panties. She pulled down his shirt and fondled his chiseled abs, his rippling arms and shoulders. He grabbed her head and kissed her. Mary ran her hands down his naked back, her heart hammering against his chest. She had never had him completely naked; she had never been allowed to explore his body.

The heat between his legs was growing; Mary felt her pussy riding the hard length through his slacks. He helped her remove his pants and Mary pushed her panties to the side of her vagina. His cock sprung upwards, and Mary wanted to suck him but his hands around her hips guided her pussy to hover his cock. Breathing deeply, he gently lowered her until her lips touch his head and then he pulled down on her shoulders.

Mary collapsed against Mr. White’s chest as he thrust inside her, his hardness quick, forceful, and insistent. Mary rocked her hips, loving the way he filled her, and his gasps in her ear. She felt the sweet sting of his fangs on her neck with a violent upward thrust of his hips. Her blood spilled all over her neck, coating his lips and tongue as he sucked. Mary’s body shook as he sank his dick into her pussy, pounding away as he drank. He stood up with his dick still inside her and bent her over the kitchen table. His lips left her neck as he positioned himself. Mary wrapped her legs around his back and screamed as he slammed into her, jostling the table.

He licked his red mouth and gave her a savage smirk as he railed her pussy. Mary could not look away from the sight of his naked body; his lean arms and chiseled abs, right down to his Adonis belt and the tuft of black pubic hair that surrounded his shining cock. His rough hands held her legs in place as he fucked her, and Mary moaned as she felt herself give away to the pleasure. Her ring tightened around his cock and he gave a delicious grunt as he finished inside her. She felt his wonderful seed burst inside her, coating her walls as he pumped to drive it in further.

Mr. White grabbed her wrist and pulled her upright. Mary complied weakly as he pulled her onto his naked lap and Mary’s breasts were crushed against his chest as he drank from her neck once more.

Mary listened to his sucking, feeling extremely relaxed in the afterglow of her orgasm. “Mr. White, don’t worry. I’ll get your job back.” She heard him gulp down her blood and sigh.

“And how will you do that?”

His warm hands stroked her hair and face so gently that Mary felt a rush of affection for him. “I’ll get closer to him. I’ll find out his flaws.”

“You don’t have to do this for me, Mary. I already love you.”

The admission made her eyes well up with tears, which he wiped away with his thumb.