The Billionaire's Son (3 page)
My eyes flew to
his face in horror.
Did he know that I was watching?
My heart sunk. He
stared at me with mocking eyes. Even as I felt the burning heat of shame
flushing my face and neck, I attempted a sputtering defense, "I ... I was
not spying on you!"
"Trespassing,
spying and now lying. My, you are a very naughty girl." His fingers moved
from my arm and tweaked my tight nipple as he spoke.
I gasped in shock.
Shock from the sheer audacity he exhibited, but more so from the sizzling jolt
of pleasure that tingled through me at his wicked touch. He smiled lazily at my
reaction, as if he knew exactly the affect he had on me.
"How dare
you! I am not trespassing and I most certainly wasn't spying." I tried to
break free of his grasp, but it was as solid as ever.
His lips nuzzled
close to my ear. He whispered, "Did you like what you saw? Why didn't you
come join us?"
Despite my bodies'
traitorous response to him physically, I was repulsed by his arrogance. I
wanted so badly to knock him down a peg or two. I knew now that he had seen me
watching. My eyes, flashing angrily, looked right at him. "I may have
accidentally
caught a glimpse of what you were doing, but I certainly did not watch. There
was nothing really to hold my interest." My eyes flashed with triumph.
His eyes narrowed.
"Oh, really." He grabbed my right hand in his steely grip and slowly
raised it toward his mouth. Before I could figure out what he was doing, he had
popped my fingers into his mouth and was sucking them. My knees felt weak as his
tongue slid over the sensitive tips of my fingers. "It sure tastes like
you enjoyed it."
There was no use
denying it, he had stripped my lie as bare as my body was at the moment. A wave
of humiliation and shame washed over me.
And worst of all, he knew exactly
what I was doing while I was watching him
. I wanted the ground to open up
and swallow me whole. I lowered my eyes, no longer able to withstand his
mocking gaze.
Keeping his tight
grasp around my waist, Derek moved his free hand to cup my breast and brush his
thumb over my nipple. I couldn't hide the slight tremble that shook my body. "So
pretty," he murmured. "Now that we've cleared that up..." Derek
pushed my breast upwards so that my nipple was pointing right at his descending
mouth.
I knew that if he
took my breast into his mouth, I was lost. Panicked, I blurted out the first
thing that came to mind. "No! Just leave me alone. I work for your father."
His lazy,
half-lidded eyes instantly snapped to attention. Anger seemed to blaze from
them now. He released my body so suddenly that I had to fight not to topple
over. He began advancing on me angrily. I took a step back, scared of the
disgust and fury suddenly in his eyes.
"What, are
you my father's whore?" He had me backed against the far wall of the
cabana now. I had nowhere to escape to; I was cornered.
The fear that had
been bubbling up at his rising anger immediately broke into an irate rage at
his ugly accusation.
He was the only whore here!
I spat his contempt
back at him, "How dare you call me a whore? I'm your father's accountant. And
I'm sure he wouldn't like the way you're treating me."
"His
accountant? And does he require you to walk around completely nude?" I
registered the fact that his features had softened at my explanations, but my
relief was short-lived. His eyes had begun to roam my body. I fought the urge
to cover my bared pussy and lost. It was just too humiliating to stand there
while he inspected me. Of course, he had managed to slip on his swim trunks
before entering the cabana so I was at a complete disadvantage.
"Please, my
clothes disappeared while I was showering. I need something to cover up."
I detected a note of desperation in my voice, but I couldn't help it.
His eyes were
searing my body with their intensity. "It would be a shame to cover up
that beautiful body. No, I think we need to straighten out this little
misunderstanding first."
My eyes must have
widened as big as saucers as he stepped toward me, closing the remaining
distance between us. He caressed the side of my breast with his strong fingers,
leaving me trembling slightly.
"What are you
doing?" I managed to gasp.
His eyes bore into
mine. "I'm going to teach you a lesson for being such a naughty
girl." As quick as a flash, he grabbed both my wrists and raised my arms
up. He managed to wrap one hand around both my wrists and pin them to the wall
above my head. I was stretched out against the wall before him.
Instinctively, I
lifted my knee trying to strike him, but he leaned against me with his hard
body, rendering me helpless. "Let me go or I'm going to scream." I
was frightened but felt a twinge of excitement growing in my pussy.
"Oh, you'll
be screaming alright." He caressed my cheek lightly and then ran his
finger down my collarbone, along my breast toward my pink, hard waiting nipples.
A soft whimper escaped as he circled his fingers agonizingly slow around my
nipple. He raised my breast up and this time there was no stopping him. He took
my breast into his mouth licking and swirling his tongue around my taut bud. I
felt a wet heat gathering in my pussy as his hand slowly made it's way lower. I
could not close my legs because his knee was wedged between them. His hand skimmed
my hip, slid lower still over my smooth mound and then his fingers slipped
inside my wet slit.
I heard the soft
moan escape from my lips as his fingers stroked my clit and his mouth switched
to my other breast. All thoughts had fled my mind. No anger, no embarrassment,
no shame; just raw need filled me. I couldn't keep still as his fingers
expertly stroked my swollen clit and circled ever closer to my throbbing
center. I wanted him to plunge his fingers into me to satisfy the burning lust,
but still they just teased, coming maddeningly close, but never close enough. He
rubbed up and down my slit, pushing aside my folds, and continued to stimulate
my clit mercilessly.
I whimpered in an
agony of pleasure. "Please..." My voice trailed off. Was I begging
him to stop or to do more? I didn't know anymore.
His mouth lifted
off my breast and crashed demandingly against my mouth. He was still pinning me
against the wall with his body. My hands were still trapped in his steel grip
above my head, and he was still taking whatever he wanted from me. And yet, I
opened my mouth and returned his kiss. I couldn't stop myself. His tongue
plundered my mouth while his fingers circled all around my slippery sex. I was
melting into a sea of lust. I needed him to take me right there.
My cries were
muffled by his mouth, when his fingers finally finished teasing the edge of my
sticky hole and thrust inside. Two fingers plundered my pussy. My hips
struggled to thrust closer to his hand as his fingers explored. A powerful tremor
shook my body when his fingers stroked a spot that had never been found before.
I felt my orgasm
building quickly. It was rising as fast as a tsunami, ready to come crashing down
all around me. Suddenly, Derek stopped. His lips left my hungry mouth and his
delectable fingers left my pussy. My eyes shot open in confusion.
"Are you
sorry for being such a naughty girl?" Derek had a smug smile of victory on
his face.
My brain
desperately tried to refocus.
What?
Mortification pierced through me
like an arrow. I couldn't believe I had given in to him so easily. Anger
erupted just as quickly. "I...I
hate
you." Yes, it was a
childish thing to say, but it popped out unbidden.
Derek laughed. "Naughty
girl. Say you're sorry."
I squirmed in his
tight grip. "Never!"
Amusement shone
from his eyes. His flashed me a lazy smile while he pinched my nipple with his
fingers. "You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?"
I barely had time
to think of what he meant when he picked me up as if I were a ragdoll. He
carried me over to a small chair tucked in the corner of the room and sat down
on it. He unceremoniously dumped me over his lap so that my ass was up in the
air. I scrabbled, hanging half upside down, to gain a handhold when I felt a
sharp sting on my ass.
The bastard was spanking me!
"Say you're
sorry." Another sharp slap to the other cheek. My ass was smarting and yet
my pussy was throbbing even more urgently than it was before. I felt his finger
dip inside my ass crack and slide downward. He swiped his finger over my clit
before pushing into my pussy. An explosion of feeling flooded over me. I
grinded my hips downward into his fingers begging for more. He pushed into me,
finding my G-spot again. White hot jolts shook my body. His other hand found my
clit and started stroking it methodically. I felt the intensity building
rapidly. I was going to come. I felt hot juices release moments before my
muscles started to spasm and contract wildly around Derek's fingers. Still his
fingers worked their magic. Panting wildly, I tried to wriggle out of his grasp
to stop the almost unbearable sensations. His ministrations were able to
prolong the mind-blowing orgasm far longer than any I had ever had in my life.
I was slumped
motionless over his lap when the orgasm finally began to fade. Derek gave my
ass a playful tap this time. "If you lay here any longer, Princess, I'm
going to think you want some more."
His teasing voice
broke my daze. I jumped up far too quickly. The blood rushing from my head
combined with my shaky limbs made the room spin crazily. Derek grabbed me just
before I toppled and pulled me onto his lap. "Take it easy."
My head stopped
spinning, but my emotions were all over the place. "I need a
towel..." I desperately wanted to escape this awkward situation where I
was so out of control.
Derek stood and
gently placed me back on the chair. "Wait here. I'll be right back."
He was back within
a minute with a fluffy pool towel. "Here you are, Princess."
He looked amused
as I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped myself in it. I could not meet his
gaze, but I peeked one more time at his gorgeous body. "I've got to
go."
I ran out of the
cabana and did not look back.
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The Billionaire's Son 2
: Masquerade
When Julia gets invited to the charity masquerade ball by
her billionaire boss, Jackson Vaughn, she hesitates to attend. Would Jackson's
sexy son, Derek, be in attendance? After their humiliating first meeting, Julia
wants to steer clear of the arrogant bastard. But with her identity concealed
by the elaborate costume, how far will Julia succumb to her most secret
desires?
The Billionaire's Son 2 : Masquerade is a ~7,000 word erotic
romance which contains explicit depictions of sexual acts including light bdsm,
bondage, ice play, feather play and a sexy billionaire playboy behaving badly .
This story is intended for an adult audience only!
Excerpt:
My hand started sliding down to reach for his cock. He moved
like a loaded spring, grabbing my hands and pinning them behind my back. Out of
nowhere, he produced a silk scarf and tied it securely around my wrists. He
pushed me back against the cushions of the couch. "I know exactly what you
want, you naughty girl."
I don't know if it was being tied up naked in front of the
incredibly sexy man or his ominous words, but I shivered in sheer anticipation.
My stomach dropped for a moment as I thought he was going to remove my mask,
but instead, he plucked a black feather from it. He brought the feather slowly
to my taut nipple, teasing it with soft delicate strokes. It didn't seem
possible, but my nipple seemed to tighten even more under his ministrations. He
tickled the feather down my side and over my flat stomach. I wiggled slightly
as I watched the feather slide lower still, over my completely smooth mound.
Derek growled lowly, "Open your legs."
I watched his eyes darken as I slowly slid my legs wide open
before him. He knelt between my legs and slid the dark feather lower…
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