Mask of Desire (Falling for the Billionaire #2) (2 page)

He took himself into his hand,
holding tight around the base of his brand new erection.  His pants were down
to his ankles, along with his boxers.  He placed himself to Becky, remaining
still, moving just his erection around her, making his presence well known. 

Becky could feel the ends of his
shirt rubbing against her backside, tickling her a little.  She resisted the
urge to move away as Bradley’s thickness began to enter her.  He was the most
wild lover she ever had and the power he commanded in and out of his multi
billion dollar company came through during sex too.

He was inside of Becky before she
could exhale her deep breath she had taken, trying to prepare herself for
Bradley.

His hands rested with ease on her
ass and gradually worked to her hips, one of his favorites spots on Becky.  He
liked to hold her there, gripping her, pulling her, forcing Becky to fuck him
as he fucked her. 

Becky put her head down and started
to rock her body, easing herself onto Bradley, feeling her tenderness throbbing
and pulling at him.  Bradley’s hands moved Becky’s body faster and faster
before he finally started to thrust at her.  The motion quickly grew intense
and fast, the way Bradley needed it. 

Becky lifted her head and looked
out the window, across the small city and beyond.  Bradley had assured her that
nobody could see inside the office window and since the building was the
tallest in the city, it really didn’t matter.  There was, however, a small
feeling of excitement rolling through Becky, wondering what it would be like if
someone was able to see them right now.  To see her hands flat against the
glass, moving left to right, up and down, with Bradley’s hard thrusts.  To see
her face full of pleasure, her deep breaths and moans fogging the window for. 
To see her hair jumping and becoming messier by the second, some falling into
her face, sticking to the sweat that formed on her face.

“Oh, dear Becky,” Bradley said,
“your body is made for this.”

“Enjoy it,” Becky replied.  “Please
enjoy it.  Sir.”

Bradley’s right hand released its
grip on Becky’s hip and moved to her ass again.  He turned his hand and cupped
her cheek, the one that still stung.  He positioned his hand so that it matched
just how he had spanked her the evening before. 

Becky’s body went crazy.

Her heart pumped faster than ever.

Her body ached for his sex and
wondered if he’d have her again.

Between her legs, she could already
feel Bradley’s speed working.  The way he was able to reach her depths provided
her with an almost instant orgasmic feeling, leaving her teetering and
literally jumping to reach that climatic state she enjoyed so much.  But Bradley
was perfect.  He knew how to care for her body. 

As he sped up, Becky didn’t realize
his hand had left her ass.  She was so focused on staring out the window to see
the world living and moving by while she lived in a world of command and
fantasy.  Bradley’s left hand, still on her hip, pulled at her.  He commanded
more speed. 

She gave it to him, lowering her
head again, offering herself as fast as she could.  The faster she moved, the
harder he moved.  Becky found herself on her toes, trying to balance as he came
at her so hard.  He started to add a second thrust, one that lifted her off her
feet a few times.  Becky’s fingers curled at the glass, wishing she had
something to grab on to.

Just as she began to reach climax,
her body throbbing head to toe, she let out a cry of relief and called
Bradley’s name.  She always called his name during an orgasm because it just
felt right to do so.  This was his doing… his touching, his cock, his sex. 
Becky was just lucky enough to be on the receiving end of the billionaire’s
erotic ride. 

Bradley moved even faster, knowing
it would keep Becky’s orgasm intense.  He knew how to confuse her body, going
with enough speed that she couldn’t depict the starts and stops of orgasms.  It
was an intense throbbing of pleasure that stole her energy, her breath, and
left her body feeling numb.  Numb, but really,
really
good.

As Becky opened her mouth and let
out a few dry whimpers, Bradley grunted.  He’d been holding his hand up,
looking like a man at a rodeo for a good minute, his eyes staring down between
Becky’s legs.  He memorized her skin, the way she opened for him, the way she
felt, and her aroma of sweet desire.  He finally brought his hand down, calling
up the same force he used the night before.  When he touched Becky, the sound
of the smack echoed in the office for a split second, like the ringing of a
single gunshot.  There was a slight sting in Bradley’s hand but it compared
nothing to the orgasmic pain that Becky felt. 

He had hit the same spot perfectly,
bringing back that blinding light of pain.  She cried out and smiled, thrusting
back and up, allowing Bradley to keep his hand on her ass, gripping her cheek. 
Together, hand and cheek throbbed, and Bradley continued to fuck her.

“You like it,” Bradley said.  “You’re
smiling, aren’t you?”

Becky forced herself to look behind
at Bradley.  She threw her head to move the hair out of her face.  Their eyes
made contact and yes, she was smiling.  Everything with Bradley, from the sex
and beyond, was nothing short of a dream. 

“Watch me,” Bradley said.  “Watch
me make you come again.  Then watch me come.”

“Yes, sir,” Becky managed to say
before her mouth ran dry again.

Her body hadn’t fully recovered
from the orgasm and hard spank.  Her body bucked forward hard, so much so that she
had to place her hands flat on the window again and lock her wrists.  It was
uncomfortable but it beat having her head hit the glass over and over. 

Bradley bent his knees and started
to lift as he moved.  Becky could see his legs thickening with tight muscles as
he controlled everything.  He pumped at her with amazing speed but when he
lifted, he lifted himself and her lower half.  When Becky saw her own two feet
leaving the floor, even if it was just for a second, she lost herself again. 
She cried out for Bradley and her orgasm struck like a lightning bolt.  It was
a warmth in the pit of her stomach that cascaded gently for a second and then
turned into a raging river of heat and moisture. 

As she came, Becky struggled to
keep her eyes open and her head turned to watch Bradley as he had directed her
to do so. 

His eyes switched between Becky’s
body and Becky’s eyes.  Bradley reached his own climax, but he fought it off,
making sure Becky’s body had complete satisfaction.  In some romantic way, a
way that Becky couldn’t understand yet, the gesture was new to Bradley.  He
normally came when he felt the urge to and never once did he care about a
woman’s needs.  If she climaxed too it was a bonus, mostly for hers.  With
Becky, however, he wanted to feel her coming.  He wanted to feel that pulse
between her legs, the tightness of her pussy, the way her body jumped at him,
and most of all… the way she called his name.

Bradley’s hand on Becky’s ass
tightened its grip and he pulled.  His hand on her hip did the same and a few
seconds later, after two more hard, deep thrusts, Bradley came forward and
began to release. 

There was always a look of relief
in Bradley’s eyes when he came.  Becky noted that the first time they were face
to face and had sex.  Between his legs, however, there was no relief until he
was finished.  His erection came again and again, spilling into Becky with a
warm release that her body welcomed.  He bucked at her with deep, short
thrusts, trying to inch more and more into Becky.  However, there was no more
room inside Becky, Bradley had reached it all.

He slowly slid out of Becky and
stepped back.

Becky turned her head back to the
window before standing up.  She watched the autumn colors as they were all
falling from the trees to the ground.  The rich colors were still there but
fading fast.  It was a week short of Halloween and in a couple months, winter
would be nestle her nose to the city, staying for a little while.

Becky waited for Bradley to speak.

“Oh Becky,” he whispered.  He
walked back to her, allowing his thick, semi-stiff penis to touch her.  She
felt him throbbing, felt him thick, felt him damp with her (and his own)
orgasm.  His fingers touched her hair again, moving it to the side.  He kissed
her neck and then ran his teeth along her skin, up to her ear.  “I have
something for you.”

“Oh?”

“Something you’ll need.  For our
meeting.”

Becky closed her eyes and sighed. 
She held her face straight, even with a slight smile.  The moment had come and
gone, the moment where she felt, even just for a second, that maybe Bradley
would say something romantic.  Or do something romantic. 

But it never happened.

It was always straight back to
business.

And always back to
the meeting
.

Bradley placed the tips of his
fingers to Becky’s hips again but this time, he teased her and damn near
tortured her.  He crouched down, running his fingers down the side of her legs
until he reached her panties.  He stood, lifting Becky’s panties.  He repeated
the same motion with her pants but as he was level with her backside, she could
feel his warmth breath against her skin.  She wanted his tongue on her body.  She
wanted him to taste her but he only lifted her pants. 

“Now, my turn,” Bradley said.

Becky zipped and buttoned her
pants.  She turned and gazed down between Bradley’s legs.  He was still thick
and amazing, even if he were soft right now.  She got down on her knees before
him and put her hands just above his knees. 

“Kiss it,” he whispered.  “You want
to.”

Becky looked up and smiled.  She leaned
forward and let her thin lips graze up and down Bradley’s soft shaft a couple
times, then kissed him. 

“Now lift my pants, we have work to
do.”

Becky sighed again.  Even though
she had just come twice, only a few minutes ago, she wanted more.  There never
seemed to be enough Bradley.  Her mind told her that this fantasy couldn’t and
wouldn’t last forever.  Bradley could find someone else soon because it was the
style of men like him.  Young.  Rich.  Powerful.  Then again, for all Becky
knew, Bradley could have more than one woman.

That thought pained Becky.  She
fought it off the best she could as she lifted Bradley’s pants.  She left his
pants open, leaving him to tuck his shirt in properly and adjust himself so he
didn’t look like he just fucked someone.

Becky waited and couldn’t take her
eyes off his face.

“You seem troubled,” Bradley
finally said.  “Is it because of the meeting?”

“Am I the only one?” Becky asked. 
The word
one
came out a little cracked for fear of Bradley’s response. 
He could answer her, and the truth could hurt her.  He could ignore the
question, and that too would hurt her.

“The only what?” he replied.

“The only one.  The one you’re
having… now.”

“Are you asking me if we are
exclusive?”

“Sort of.”

“Dear Becky,” Bradley whispered. 
He put a hand to her cheek.  “One thing you’ll understand about business is
that there are two levels.  The surface level.  And the truth.  Most only look
at the surface level, which is why they are where they are.  A man who can see
the truth will know the truth.  And the truth is the most important thing in
the world.”

“What’s the truth about us?”

“The truth is what you believe,”
Bradley said.

Becky wanted it to be romantic, her
heart begged for it.  But she knew better.

“So, is this business?” Becky asked.

Bradley fixed one of his cufflinks
and turned, walking towards his desk.  He spoke on the move.

“Dear Becky… life is business…”

2.

A
red box rest on Bradley’s desk.  He sat in his chair, his hands folded, looking
somewhat satisfied.  He nodded at the box for the third time.  Becky sat across
the desk, in the same chair where it all began a month ago.  She felt distant
from Bradley, too distant, but this was how he operated.  He didn’t need to use
words to explain Becky’s place in his life, he simply did it by action.

Becky reached for the box and
touched it.  It was a silky box, something certainly expensive.

“Stand up,” Bradley said.  “Open
it.”

Becky stood and touched the thick
white bow on the lid of the box.  Her hands moved down to the lid and she
pulled. 

She had to be honest with herself,
her mind ran rampant on what could have been in the box.  Diamonds.  Jewels. 
The keys to more vehicles.  Maybe a full set of keys to a large house.  Becky
felt greedy thinking that way, but ultimately a fantasy burned inside her.  She
was in the presence of wealth, of a man with money she couldn’t fathom.  She
had once seen over ten thousand dollars in her personal bank account, that being
the most amount of money she ever saw at one time on a bank statement.  To add
zero after zero to that balance until she reached a billion made her legs
shaky.  Not to mention Bradley didn’t have just one billion dollars.  He had
tens of billions of dollars.

Then it occurred to her, maybe it
was cash.

Cash would be nice.

To take care of the rest of her
student loans, a few more credit cards…

The lid released from the box and
Becky dropped it to the left.

A mask.

A mask.

“A mask?” she questioned.

“A mask,” Bradley said.  “For you. 
For our meeting.”

The mask was simple, enough to
cover her eyes.  It was black with small diamonds around the rim.  They were
real diamonds, Becky was sure of that.  There was an intricate pattern of
swirls and random shapes on the small mask, done in a deep red.

But that was it.