Billionaire Blackmail: My Billionaire Boss, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (3 page)

He started in a circular motion, swirling his tongue, pressing against my clit, then around it. I immediately felt myself starting to twitch. I had waited all day for this. Waited since he'd kissed me out the front of my apartment and I'd felt his cock press against me.

He continued around and around and I started to gasp in short breaths as the pleasure became too much.

"Come for me," Mr. Stone said, his deep voice sending a vibration through my clit. He swirled his tongue at double speed and I felt his hands gripping my waist. Somewhere between one circle and the next, I came, my hips bucking back and forth involuntarily. Mr. Stone slowed as I gasped, every nerve sensation turned up to maximum.

His licks turned into gentle kisses, down away from my clit, to my thigh and back again. I had all of a minute to recover before he slipped two fingers inside me and pressed his lips against my clit again.

I felt his fingers rub against my g-spot inside me
. That feeling halfway between pleasure and pain where too much is not enough. His tongue swirled around my clit in a wide circle and as it did, he moved his fingers inside of me.

The pressure against my g-spot from inside my body took over. Without my sight I was just a hot throbbing mass of nerves being played like a piano. My arms were tied so I couldn't move away and I couldn't move closer. I was completely under Mr. Stone's control.

He moved his hand up and down, slow at first but then speeding up and at some point his took his mouth off my clit. His fingers inside me felt like his cock and his palm was pounding with a fast rhythm against me. My first orgasm hadn't faded and now it came roaring back for an encore. This time my legs were shaking and I screamed something but I don't know what it was. Every thrust inside me was a new electric shock through my body.

Somewhere between my orgasm and gulping breathes, Mr. Stone pushed my knees up, tilting my pussy, and moved up against me.

"Quiet now, my slave," he said.

I felt his hard cock pressing against my opening and I tried to calm myself but I couldn't. One orgasm on top of another ... hot tea ... cold ice ... and now his cock.

I took two or three deep breaths, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm still zipping through me. I was about to say "Yes, sir" when he pushed the full length of his cock inside me and my eyes rolled back in my head. He felt so big, stretching me out, filling me up.

He was over the top of me, his body pressing against my legs. I felt small beneath him, completely within his power. Then I felt his hands against the back of my neck and the blindfold slip away.

Mr. Stone pulled my head up, our noses almost touching. All I could see was his face. His blue-green eyes flashing like he wanted to fuck me or kill me or kiss me. He moved his hips and pulled me against him and I curled up underneath him. Somehow he'd loosened my restraints without me noticing and I found myself clasping my hands in front of me like I was praying as Mr. Stone began to fuck me.

With every thr
ust his hard cock rubbed past my g-spot and then his body hit my clit. Inside and out the pleasure rushed around, down my legs and up again, up my spine. He fucked me and I went somewhere past orgasm and into pure pleasure stretching out for eternity. I don't know how long it lasted. The entire world was Mr. Stone and I was his slave, sliding back and forth beneath him, his strong hands clasped behind my neck. I was begging and moaning and just when I thought it couldn't feel any better he'd speed up and jolt me along with him. All through this our eyes were locked together. He was my entire world and I was his.

A million years later his breathing quickened and his hands clenched and I found myself repeating yes, sir, yes, sir, sir, yes, yes over and over as he pounded into me. I felt a flooding warmth rise up from deep inside me, a hot wave with an electric edge and right in that perfect moment, he came, his eyes fiery and locked on mine.

I don't know how much time passed after that. At some point I was in his arms as he carried me and then we were in a bed and I was against his chest, hearing the strong beat of his heart. Then sleep overtook me.

*

I awoke some time later and found myself alone and the other side of the bed cold. It wasn't Mr. Stone's style to have anything like a digital clock in his room and so I was disorientated as I fumbled beside the bed to find the lamp light switch. I finally got it and a warm glow lit up my side of the bed.

I was in Mr. Stone's bedroom and when I my eyes finally focused I saw it was only 11pm according to the clock on the wall. I had no idea how long I was in the dungeon with Mr. Stone but for some reason I felt like I'd only been asleep for an hour and that something was wrong.

As I slipped out of bed I heard Mr. Stone's voice from the other side of the mansion. He sounded agitated - something completely out of character for him. Curiosity got the better of me so I found a robe and crept out of his room and headed towards his voice.

As I moved down the corridor I heard that he was talking to another man. They were in a study at the end of the corridor and the door was ajar. How close could I get without being seen?

I crept down the corridor and then holding my breath and trying to be as quiet as possible stopped in place to listen.

"These companies inside companies inside compan
ies ... what were you thinking?" Mr. Stone sounded angry.

"Oh, like you haven't done that in your time. Jasper Stone. Lewis Systems."

I felt a shock of cold as I realized who the other man was. It was Mr. Black. Why was he here at night? In contrast to Mr. Stone he sounded like he was sneering at him.

"You know why I - we - did that. You've put the entire company at risk."

Their voices dropped and I strained to hear what they were saying. I heard Mr. Stone say "contracts" but I couldn't work out the rest.

"It's not just hundreds of millions. It's
billions,
Jackson and unless the investors can be convinced then it's over."

"These shells within shells within shells. Always gambling on the edge and never realizing that one day you'll lose."

Both men went silent and I got the sudden feeling that I shouldn't be standing in the corridor. At any moment they could wrap up this argument and I'd have nowhere to go when the door opened.

With great speed and trying to be as silent as possible, I backed down the corridor and around the corner. I heard them start t
alking again and caught only two more words but it was like an knife through my heart.

Stone Pharma.

No sooner than I was back in bed I heard Mr. Black leave and soon after, Mr. Stone returned to the bedroom. I had put the robe back and turned off the light, pretending to be asleep. He entered the bedroom and moved across the room, as quiet as he ever was before slipping into the bed.

I was about to turn over
when his body pressed against mine and he wrapped his arms around me. His gave me a soft kiss on the back of my neck and all the anxiety I'd felt from overhearing their argument vanished.

I took a deep breath and in the warmth of his embrace, drifted off to sleep.

*

In the morning I awoke to an empty bed and another pale golden envelope.

"Damn you, sir," I said to the ceiling as I realized he'd managed to leave without me waking up again. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and opened the envelope.

Late start today my slave. Be at work 11am to begin your training. There are clothes in the box at the end of the bed.

Don't be late.

JS

As soon as I read the time in the note I checked the clock and saw it was 8:45am! Good thing the boss had given me a late start today because I was already late otherwise.

I had a slow shower and then opened the box to find a black skirt, white shirt and black top, along with stockings and a pair of high heels. It was all very business professional but a million times better than most of what I owned. The fabrics were beautiful and it all fit me perfectly. How did Mr. Stone get my measurements?

I smiled at myself as I remembered the number of times he'd seen me naked. And then number of times I'd left in different clothes than I'd arrived in. I guess at some point he may have had the opportunity...

After I dressed I went downstairs where Mr. Stone's chef Nadine was already making me breakfast. She served me up an amazing multicolored
omelet that had bright green zucchini, red capsicum, pale yellow squash and red tomato all surrounded by bright fluffy yellow egg. It was amazing and I had to hold myself back from making noises like when Mr. Stone and I were together.

After breakfast, I went out the front of the mansion where Mr. Henry was waiting with Mi-oh and the shiny black Bentley.
This time she was dressed like a English schoolboy, complete with grey vest, blue tie and a pair of black school shoes. She looked like a cast member from Harry Potter.

In no time at all we were off and I sat back and watched the city go by.

Skyscraper, kids on the sidewalk, coffee guy, Mr. Stone with a mouthful of hot tea, building construction, Mr. Stone with an ice-cube, road works, Mr. Stone holding my neck...

"We're here!" Mi-oh announced and pulled us up out the front of Stone-Black. It was about time too - any longer and I would have really let my imagination run wild. By the time I'd reached his office I'd be a panting mess.

I waved Mi-oh goodbye and then went into the bottom floor ladies to cool myself off. It was a good spot for calming down - the room was cool and the lighting muted. I stopped in front of the mirror, remembering myself not that long ago after bumping into Mr. Stone in the lobby. I had only worked here for three days. What was it I said back then?

Fuck him?

I smiled at myself in the mirror and then looked away as I washed my hands under cool water. So much had happened since then. I had discovered so much about Mr. Stone. His sex dungeon. His love of high-tech sex toys. I dried my hands and then touched the leather collar around my neck.

His desire to own me.

But everything was so confusing now. Someone was attempting to blackmail me. Last night I'd overheard Mr. Stone and Mr. Black arguing and I'm sure they mentioned Stone Pharma. It couldn't be a coincidence. I had signed up so I could find something - anything - to harm Stone-Black and then I'd met Mr. Stone and...

And then I'd fallen for him.

I gave myself one final look in the mirror and then headed out. By the time I reached the elevator, I felt like the leather collar was warming against my neck. When I started to ascend, every floor up with an increase in temperature. No matter my attempts to stay cool and collected, my body seemed determined to heat up the closer I got to Mr. Stone.

The doors opened and I checked the time. 11am on the dot. I walked up the mahogany doors and pushed them open to find Mr. Stone sitting behind his desk in a pitch black suit. I strolled in, feeling sexy and hot.
Tie me up, tie me down, I was ready for anything.

Except one thing.

In front of Mr. Stone on his desk he had three papers spread out. The first was the picture of me at sixteen holding the Molotov cocktail. The second was the article about the fire. And the third was the log of me swiping in and out of various areas. Yesterday's trip to the archives was highlighted in red.

I felt the bottom of the world plummet away.

I looked up into Mr. Stone's eyes. They were flat and emotionless.

"You said I could trust you," he said.

I felt a thousand explanations rising up inside me but my mouth wouldn't work. I had no voice and there was nothing I could say. I turned and ran out of his office, heading for the elevator.

I pounded on the call button, tears running down my face. I should go back. I need to leave. I need to tell him what he means to me. I need to leave forever.

Some part of me wanted him to come running out of his office and grab me in his arms. Pull me close to him. I would tell him everything and then he would tell me it would be okay. That he still wanted me.

The elevator doors opened and I stepped inside but no call came. Jackson Stone didn't come striding out of his office.

The doors closed and I pressed the button to go down.

I felt like I was descending straight to hell.

***