In Service To The Billionaire (21 page)

The delicious sight of Elle's hot, naked body on Sophia's bed melted all the protesting parts of Sophia's brain. She slipped her fingers up Elle's pussy, her thumb pressing hard on her clit.

“You'll do it, won't you baby?” Sophia asked her. “You'll fuck him with me?”

“Oh my god, Sophia...” Elle moaned. “Sophiaaa...”

Sophia's fingering administrations only increased. “Say you'll do it, baby. Say it, and I'll lick you all night long.”

“Oh my
fuck
yes!” Elle cried at last. “Yes, yes, anything you say!”

Pulling her fingers out finally, Sophia kissed Elle hotly on the mouth...and then descended down to her pussy.

And even as she licked and loved the hot blonde dancer, her mind formulated a new little plan to get back in Sand's good graces.

Chapter 26

Five days later, the day of Sand's return from Miami, Sophia arrived at his condo in the late evening when she knew he would be home. Still his assistant, she had access to his schedule, after all.

She also still had the card to let her through the gates of Class Towers, and somehow—perhaps a subconscious omission of duty on his part—the card still worked.

The Miami newspapers were abuzz with pictures of him in tabloids with bikini-clad women on his arms as he visited important charity functions. Sophia, seeing them, only wished that she were one of the women. She knew also, of course, that he was only acting like that because he was hurt...and her heart went out to him.

She knocked on Sand’s door. In her hands, she held two folders.

Confidence brimmed through her—she was utterly confident in her plan, and she was dressed to kill today.

Towering, glittery heels decorated her feet—five inches high, made for being bent over and fucked ruthlessly wherever he may like.

Black lace stockings adorned her dynamite legs, held up entirely hot thin, sparkly garter straps that she knew must have been easily visible through the thin material of her tight pencil skirt.

She opened up the top three buttons of her tight blouse, allowing the black-and-violet lace bra waiting underneath to be seen easily. Her breasts, so plump and perky, could be seen easily.

Sophia didn’t care so much if she whored it up in front of the magnificent condo. In fact, she liked the idea of them knowing that she was dressed hot to be Sand’s personal plaything. All she had to do was ensure that he wanted it.

He opened the door, still halfway-dressed in his suit from the day. His jacket was off and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the hot, chiseled muscles underneath.

His frown was deep and severe, even seeing her presented toward him. Trepidation shook through her—but that was okay. She would follow through.

“What do you want?”

“I’d like to discuss a business arrangement with you, please. It concerns my service to you.”

Without saying anything, he shrugged and left the door open behind her. Sophia followed, carefully leaving the door just open a crack.

Her pencil skirt hugged tightly to her shapely ass as she strutted across the hallway to approach him where he sat on a small chair in the large living area. No room for her to scoot next to him there. He watched her steps with some interest—and no one looking at her walk could imagine it was for anyone but him.

She approached him slowly, wanting desperately to crawl. But he wouldn’t respect that—not yet.

“I brought you something,” she said, holding up the two folders. “Something I’d like your approval of.”

Still, he didn’t look up from his desk. “Very well.”

She took a breath, twirling a lock of long dark hair. It was a luxury, she knew—knowing she looked good as she twirled and played with her hair, knowing she looked how he wanted a woman to look.

“I’d like to say something before I hand you these.”

He drew his hands together, finally moving his eyes over her prize-wrapped body.

“Very well,” he said again.

“It was wrong of me, very wrong, to insinuate you were some consolation prize. I can completely understand how that hurt you. You’re so strong, so often...I forgot that you can be hurt, too. That wasn’t right of me. Regardless of anything, you absolutely deserve an apology...and I do apologize, very much. And for everything that happened before, and my behavior, my inability to trust you totally, my failures at communicating to you, I apologize. For all my part in our hurt, I take full responsibility, and you deserve to know that.”

His reaction, if indeed there even was one, was muted to say the most of it. Maybe, just a little, she saw his eyebrows flicker.

Not relenting, Sophia slipped the first folder down onto his lap. Tilting an eyebrow, he opened it.

“This looks to be a letter of resignation.”

“Yes,” she said. “This is the best job I’ve ever had. It’s challenged me to be disciplined and proactive, and it pays extraordinarily well. And I’m good at it.”

“You know, Sophia,” he said, tilting his gaze up at her. “You really are good at it.”

Holding back the urge to beam at the compliment, she continued.

“Thank you. I appreciate that very much. But, I see the hurt in your eyes every time I deliver something to you. The way that you hate to meet my gaze. The...the emptiness that I’ve created for you. And I hate it. And I hate having to live of a reminder of such pain for you. I know you like to think you can live surrounded in such pain, but I can't be a part of constantly doing that to you. And because I know you won’t fire me—you’re just too damn stubborn to do it—I wanted to make things easier for you. So I quit.”

He leaned back in his chair, drumming his thumbs against the arms of it.

“It’s certainly been an...awkward situation, but I don’t know if I agree that I’ve been
pained
...”

“Please,” she said. “I am not accusing you of anything bad. You can accept my observation, yes?”

He swallowed, his strong features cloudy. “Yes. All right.”

“This is the other part of what I have to say to you.”

Across the desk, she slid the other folder. Inside, he found pictures of Elle that Sophia had taken just the night before. One of the sexy blonde clothed in a tight skirt and top. Another with her wearing nothing but hot pink underwear. Another with her putting a silk collar on.

One last one with Sophia's hand around her neck, Elle looking at the camera with obvious lust.

And underneath all of these were two pairs of panties. One was Sophia's, of course, and the other Elle's. Violet and pink, respectively.

The pairs of lace panties were still moist from the hot, soaking, overpowering levels of their mutual lust as they made out in the elevator on the way up to Sand's condo, as Sophia had let her thoughts fill up with the hot thoughts of finally being whole again with her Master.

The man she hoped—hoped against all hope—would still accept being her Master.

He raised the panties to his face and sniffed.

“Interesting.”

A small smile had cross his face. Hope, springing hard, leapt up inside of the whole of Sophia's body. When he put the panties down, she was down on her knees, in front of him.

“I’ll never wear panties again, if you don’t want me to,” she promised, hands clutching together. “I’ll never do anything but what you want me to, Sir. I want to be yours. I want you to be my Owner. For real. In every way. In
every
possible way. And I know I can’t be a very good pet for you to keep if I’m always interfering with your business. And so if you need me to wait at home, dreaming up ways to serve you exclusively, I’ll do that. Or if you want me here, dressing just slutty enough so that everyone knows what’s going on between us so you can lord it over them, I’ll do that too. If you want to take me for your wi...” she bit her lip, not wanting to pressure him. “If you want things to progress to an even more serious stage, I want that too. I don’t care about anything else anymore, Sir. If you want to just use my body, abuse it, fuck me wild for the next two weeks and then toss me away like some disposable battery, I don’t care. I just want to give you whatever pleasure I can. That’s all I want. That's why...”

Breathless, tits heaving in her tiny blouse, Sophia called out to Elle, still waiting by the door.

The sexy blond entered, quickly dropping the tall dark trench coat she had on. Her tight, sveltely-muscled dancer's body was entirely naked except for a pair of bright pink stripper heels. Her strut, long and sexy, ended when she knelt down right next to Sophia. She cast a cocky, sexy look up at Sand—didn't he want some of this?

“...that's why,” Sophia finally continued, “that I want you to take us both, if you like. I know I must want multiple partners for you. I know you deserve that. And I want to give you everything you deserve.”

She and Elle both sat back on their heels, breathing hard. Sand's hands came forward, sliding over Sophia's hot blouse, tugging sharply at the buttons. Sophia moaned. Breathing faster and faster, Elle watched with hot need on her face.

“A Master doesn’t dispose of his good slave,” Sand said, taking her by the hair. “A Master uses her, again and again, and shapes her into what he wants. However he wants. Whatever he wants. Whenever he wants. Understood?”

She gulped, nodding. He drew her further into his crotch, still holding her by the hair.

“
Answer
me,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master!”

He tugged her harder, right into his crotch, holding her down against his stiffening bulge. She kissed it obediently, wanting him even harder.

Sophia let the sweet, perfect thrill of triumph fill her. It was working—it was really working! She had him back, at long last. She could be his slave now, forever. And she would never deny him anything ever again.

His other hand slipped out to tug Elle in between his legs as well—and the blonde was only too happy to obey.

“You want to fuck me too, is that right?” he asked her.

Sophia held her breath. They had practiced this—it was important that Elle know she wasn't to try and call him Master or be his slave (that wasn't what Elle wanted anyway). Elle was there, willingly, happily, to fuck both of these hot, beautiful people that she was so incredibly attracted to.

“Yes, sir.” she purred. “I want to do as you say, like a good girl.”

“Good,” he said. “Good girls.”

Unzipping his pants, his cock sprang forward, pushing between Sophia and Elle's cheeks.

“Please, Master,” Sophia moaned. “May we suck it? May we suck you?”

“You may...but not here.”

Standing up, he hooked each girl under his arms, holding them tight. His hands slid hard into the crevice of their asses, pushing them along.

In his tall-ceilinged bedroom, the lights were dim, the curtains closed. The bed was immense, layered in silk. Practically untouched, it looked like, since Sophia had been there last.

Dutifully, she and Elle undressed Sand, peppering his gorgeously ripped physique with soft kisses on their way.

“Undress my slave,” he instructed Elle.

“
Yes
, Sir,” Elle purred.

Elle, apparently, shared Sand's love for ripping Sophia's clothes off—making short work of the dark haired beauty's expensive blouse and skirt.

“Now,” Sand said, sitting down at the head of the bed. “Come here and suck me off, the both of you.”

Sophia was thrilled to obey. “Yes, Master.”

Sophia took the right leg, Elle the left. They each started low, starting by licking his balls, trailing kisses upward until meeting each other's lips. A sexy, impromptu make-out session started between the two sexy babes, with Sand's cock as the pillar of lust positioned firmly between their massaging lips and tongues. Sophia let her mouth run over the thick head of his cock, and then Elle would push her lips against Elle's kissing her hard and right off the head again—and then they would repeat.

Eventually, he couldn't take any more of their moaning, eager attentions. He stood up on the bed, grabbing Sophia by her thick mane of glossy dark hair. Elle got up to her knees next to Sophia, wrapping around Sand's leg, kissing his thigh and hips.

“I’m going to take you, slave,” he said to Sophia. “I’m going to take you, and make you mine for good.”

He pulled Sophia close to his cock, hands strong on her shoulders. But, thinking quickly, she stopped him—just for a moment.

“Please, Master” she begged. “I need you to choke me. I need you to choke me so, so bad. I've needed it ever since you did it the first time. Please choke me, Master! Choke me and make me yours!”

His face lit up with hot, open eagerness. Clearly, he wasn't expecting that.

Growling, his strong hands wrapped around her slender neck and shoved her face hard onto his cock. Her mouth slid over it eagerly, her green eyes staring up at him in abject surrender. She was his, his, his! Perfectly his in every way she could imagine.

Devious and hot, Elle had slid her fingers up into Sophia's pussy. Pleasure entered her from all sides.

The bliss from the fucking overtook the desperate need to breath, even with Sand choking her from the inside and out. Probably he could feel his own ridiculously huge cock bulging out against her throat as he squeezed her throat. It was almost like he was just masturbating himself using her body like a rag—and Sophia loved it.

Elle's hot tits bounced as she pressed harder and harder into Sophia's body. Her hot hips gyrating and pulsing, Sophia did everything she could to make the experience even hotter for Sand. She could feel his balls tensing, his shaft stiffening even more inside of her body.

Sand came, his grip releasing just enough for his powerful orgasm to jolt down her throat. She felt entirely filled with his cum—but of course, he had more than she could handle, filling her stomach and her throat and her mouth, all of it spilling outward.

Sophia, her body once again overwhelmed by the hotness of being used so vigorously, came hard. An ocean of hot, easy bliss released in her body, all of her mind focusing on the pure rapture of serving her Master just how he needed.

As Sophia watched, Sand generously pulled out and quickly shoved his cock into Elle's mouth, who guided it in with an eager hand, jacking him off more and licking up each every hot, long spurt he delivered. When he finally finished, he collapsed down onto the bed, looking admiringly at his slave and Elle.