Boxed Set: At the Billionaire’s Command – Vol. 1-3 (5 page)

"But who are you to judge what suits me, and what I like? You don’t know anything about me! You don’t want to buy me, but you take and you give as you please, without worrying about my feelings."
I shouted to compose myself, and restore a little confidence, but faced with Daniel Wietermann’s calm demeanor and impenetrable face, I suddenly felt ridiculous.

"Be honest, Julia, it’s not my gifts but your desire which has put you in this submissive position. In actual fact, it is your desire you are obeying."

This comment instantly shocked and stunned me. When I came to my senses, I realised that the egotistical, dominating, indifferent Daniel Wietermann had seen right through me, before I had seen it myself. I was impressed and I had to admit that he was right.

"And I didn’t introduce you," he said, after a long, heavy silence, "because I was afraid all those people would bother you. And I wanted you to accompany me so I would have at least one thing to look forward to during all that tedious small-talk. I’m sorry that the evening was such an ordeal for you. I would like to sleep now, Julia."
I must not lose my nerve, I cannot give in, I must stand firm.
I took a deep breath and in a calm, determined voice, I said:

"I will only leave because I have decided to and not because you've ordered me to."

Suddenly, Daniel’s features relaxed. He had a cunning look on his face and a small smile appeared on his sexy mouth. He put his arms around me and, holding me very tightly, muttered in my ear:

"So really, you would like me to keep you here, wouldn’t you?"
I resisted and tried to free myself from his arms, but however much I wriggled, I could not escape his grip.
Because he was squeezing me too tight? Because I didn’t really want to?

"Your impertinence deserves to be punished, Julia, I’m going to take away your urge to stand up to me…"
I abandoned my struggle. The heat of his body and his scent enveloped and captivated me and I felt him harden against me. Physical resistance was impossible. My senses were aroused and taking control. Our desire was growing and I forgot about everything else. I would think about it all later.

"You have such a gift for the pleasures of the flesh, Julia, that it would be a shame not to make the most if it. It’s time to get serious…" said Daniel, in a sultry voice which drove me crazy.
Daniel laid me down on my stomach, removed my dress and tugged off my knickers. He started to caress my butt.

"I have no choice but to give you a good hiding… And I would like you to accept it willingly. That would make me very happy."
I tried to twist round so I could look at him, but he stopped me.

"Don’t move, or I will have to tie you up," he said, alternating caresses and quick light taps.

What did he mean by that?
A note of concern distracted me from my desire.
His movements intensified and the slaps became harder and faster. My skin began to sting and hurt. I was overcome with anxiety and confusion. Part of me was stunned, shocked and dumbfounded. The other part of me was titillated, intoxicated and aroused. The small cries I uttered were tinged with pain and pleasure. He continued to slap me, rub me, hit me, caress me, tap me and massage me… The more he stimulated my butt, the more aroused I became.

Daniel must have thought he had punished me enough, as he stopped and turned me onto my back.

"You're soaking, Julia," he murmured, inserting two fingers between my thighs.
He seemed very pleased with this fact. His skilful fingering brought me very quickly to the brink of ecstasy, but he pulled away just at the last moment.

"Daniel, please…"

"No Julia, not straight away."

I was paralysed by my imminent orgasm and I didn’t have the strength to move; my body seemed to be paused, like a volcano under pressure before it erupted, like a storm rumbling before it broke. I stayed lying down, feeling languorous, my eyes half-closed. I heard the sound of a packet being torn open. Then, finally, I felt Daniel’s warm hands on my burning skin.

He raised my pelvis, placed a pillow under my butt and picked up my legs. His hands were behind my knees and pushed them to keep them in the air. His sex entered mine so easily that it felt as if it had been drawn in. The pounding movement of his hips was hard, fast and deep. My thighs touched my chest under the weight of his body.

"Come on Julia, come now."
Our bodies rejoiced and we exploded together in spasms of ecstasy.

While I fell asleep under the silk sheets, Daniel Wietermann slipped away silently, went into the living room and noiselessly closed the door which separated it from the bedroom.
When I woke, Daniel had disappeared. On his pillow there was a visiting card with his contact details (mobile phone, email address) and a few words:

"Julia, I am going to California for 3 days. Wait for me like a good girl and don’t get into trouble. Kisses on your soft bottom. D.W.”

I burst into tears, not really knowing why. Perhaps it was because after what we had just experienced, the announcement of his absence seemed like desertion. Perhaps it was disillusionment. Perhaps I was tired of being torn between sensible rejection and crazy attraction.
I had to focus and I knew a good way of doing it: work. I dried my tears, left the suite, being careful not to be seen and went back to my room. For form’s sake, I had a shower, put on my uniform and tied my hair into a bun. For my own sake, I decided to make the most of these few days’ separation from Daniel to take a step back and break away a little.

Reception was busy enough for me to not get bored, yet quiet enough for me to be able to joke with Tom. The day passed quickly, almost pleasantly.
But in the evening, in the darkness of my room, my armor broke into thousands of tiny pieces. My good intentions dissolved and I had to face the facts. That man was so present, even while absent… My body still bore the marks of his hands, his tongue, his penis, his odour, his voice and his green eyes. I could feel his gaze on me and his spirit next to me.

I wondered whether his physical absence was intensifying his presence in my mind. I couldn’t think about anything else. All my attention was focused, directed and fixed on him. He was everywhere, he was the air I breathed. It was obsessive and overwhelming.
Music. I needed music to accompany me, distract me and cheer me up. I turned my computer on and began to shuffle through the playlists I had created before I left France. Come on, sweet melodies, refocus me and soothe my heart when I think about him, make my memories sing and beat the pulse of all these new sensations.

Curled up in my old leather armchair, caught up and carried away by the music, I checked my inbox. Sarah had replied.

I went to bed without turning off the computer, abandoning myself to the calming effect of the music. But I couldn’t sleep. There was a stampede going on inside my head. I kept repeating to myself the message Daniel left. Julia, I am going to California for three days. Wait for me like a good girl and don’t get into trouble… Three days of silence? Wait for him like a good girl? And if I didn’t want to obey? No. I had to make contact, I decided to send him a text message.
Without actually spelling it out, I tried to work out how to say that I missed him, that I wouldn’t let him control my life, that I was hungry for his sex and that I would like our strange dealings to become a real relationship. I found a formula which conveyed my ambiguous feelings.
“17/7 00:01 May the devil take me… J.”
Sent. Sending the message calmed me, although it made me nervous. I still couldn’t sleep. I was waiting for an answer despite myself. I stared at my phone and constantly played around with it, but it remained silent.

The first thing I did when I woke up was grab my phone. Screen empty. I spent the morning clutching the small device as if my life depended on it, as it could reveal the future to me. Stomach cramps, neural connections not working. I waited. And I really, really didn’t like the state I was getting myself into.

It was one pm when my phone finally beeped with a new text message. I was sweating and trembling as I pressed the keys.

“ Be in your room, in front of your computer, at eleven thirty pm. D. W.”
Relief, disappointment. Daniel Wietermann had written to me, but with an order.

Candice and Daniel himself had warned me about strict time-keeping and about Mr Wietermann’s “precious time”. Despite that (or perhaps because of it?) I went out for a drink with Tom, forgetting (deliberately?) to take my phone and did not keep an eye on the time. It was midnight when I got back to my room and I found six new texts. They were all from Daniel.
11.30 pm “Good evening Julia. Log onto Skype. I’m waiting for you“
11.33 pm “Technical problem?”
11.36 pm “Julia, where are you?”
11.40 pm “What are you playing at? There’s a limit to my patience!”
11.45 pm “Stop it now Julia! Tell me what you are doing!”
11.50 pm “Has something happened to you?”
Bloody hell!

I logged on immediately. He was still online. His face appeared on the screen. He looked really livid.

– Shit, Julia, have you seen the time? Where the hell were you?

"Stop shouting at me! I was busy."

"Busy? Doing what? When I tell you a time, I’d be grateful if you could respect it!"

"I do have my own life as well, you know!"

"And that means you can’t answer the telephone?"

"Well, no, I couldn’t!"
Silence. He gave me an accusing, inquisitive look. I stared back, although I was very on edge. I felt that I was about to crack and my eyes filled with tears.

"Julia, I’m only in LA for 3 days, I’ve got friends to see and a lot of work to do, believe me I’ve got lots of other fish to fry. But despite that you are constantly on my mind and my sole desire is to find a moment when I can see you via some hideous webcam," he said drily but gently.

"We can turn the camera off if you want."

"… No."

"Were you worried?" I asked quietly.

"… Yes."
We looked at each other in silence. Finally, I lowered my eyes.

"Caress yourself for me, Julia. As if your hands were mine… The first thing I would do is take off that blouse."
With my eyes still lowered, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I had nothing on underneath.
I raised my eyes.

"Magnificent, Julia. You are a very beautiful woman. I’m taking your breasts in the hollows of my hands and pressing their soft flesh. Yes, like that. Can you feel how swollen and taut they are?"

"Yes."

"I’m pinching your nipples between my thumb and index finger and pulling them gently. I’m turning you on..."

"Mmmm…"

"My hands, under your breasts, descend languidly over your stomach. And lower, like that."
I extended my body, stretched out and arched.

"That’s right, Julia, you are starting to burn with desire."
As he was guiding me, Daniel also got undressed. The poor image definition barely altered the beauty of his sculpted torso. I was so desperate to touch him that I conveyed that desire to my own body. My caresses were increasingly firm, strong, sensual and passionate, as if through them, I could reach him.

"My hand is going under the elastic of your skirt your knickers. Removing this material barrier has made me so aroused. Can you see how hard I am for you, Julia?"
Daniel had moved the camera back. His enormous erect penis appeared in close-up. The effect it had on me was crazy.

"Pull your skirt up, Julia. Take your knickers off and let me see your cunt."
I didn’t know this word, but I immediately knew what it meant. I did what he told me.

"How does your pussy feel, Julia?"

"Hot, wet… I said in a small voice, sliding one hand between my legs."

"Oh… my rod is so hard now that it’s becoming painful. I need to appease it."

" … I am licking it… from the base to the gland… I’m taking it in my mouth… I’m swallowing it, sucking it slowly, now faster… greedily, again… "

"That’s so good, Julia, so good…" he moaned, stroking his penis to the sound of my words.