Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series (4 page)

What do I do? Should I talk to
Ellis? Shit. The HR head fought for the little guy but ultimately he was a
company man. He would side with his brother.

Staring off at my computer
screen I realized, this is what it’s like to be blackmailed. This was a new
experience. The surrealism of it all made me hyper aware. Ambient office sounds
seemed a bit too loud. Co-workers clacked on their keyboards. Phones beeped in
annoying rhythm. Even the florescent light above buzzed in my ear with the sole
intent of driving me insane.

Breathe,
Fabiola
.
Deep gulps of air. I was Fabulous
Fabiola
. I could
deal. This was just a setback. There was no one I could tell. I could see it
now…working in my bakery with men leering at me. Boss fucker. Sleeps her way to
assistant. It wouldn’t matter that I went to college and got a degree in a
tough field. No one would take me seriously. Warren would never take me
seriously.

That brought my focus around.
Okay, first, look at the bright side. I still have a job. Second…okay let’s not
get ahead of myself with the second point. I still have a job. Would fucking
Warren be an enormous hardship? Oh, my cannoli. I was already justifying this.
Did I secretly want this? Warren was kina hot.

I slapped my forehead. No, no.
He’s blackmailing me. But damn if I wasn’t just a little turned on. I was
single, he was divorced, he’d probably get sick of me after a year or
two—oh my god! I am justifying this?

There was one person I could
tell. Bouncy might be able to give me some advice. He didn’t know me. I was
anonymous. I flicked the alt-tab and started typing.

Bouncy I have a question.

I waited for a while,
minimizing the screen while answering emails. I hoped I sounded normal.

Shoot! What’s your question?

My dare was recorded and now my boss wants me to have sex with
him…what should I do?

I flicked my screen back and worked
for a while.
Bouncy’s
answer finally came.

Let me get this straight. You had sex with your boss and he wants
more sex?

Oh geez. I was going to have to
explain the situation.

I have two bosses. I slept with one. The other found out by video
and now he wants to have sex with me.

Is the other boss a toad?

I had to laugh. Warren was no
toad.

No, he’s actually better looking.

And the problem is????

Of course.
What was I expecting? Bouncy was a guy. He’d have no problem with
it.

He has a VIDEO!
I typed. Serves me right
for asking a guy.

You should go to your HR manager and tell him.

But he’s my boss’s brother.

I was ready to give up and say
never mind but there was only a flashing cursor. Frustrated, I disconnected
from the chat room. I should be working anyway.

“
Fabiola
?”

I squeaked and turned in my
chair. Ellis’s slanted body leaned against my cubicle entrance. He looked
relaxed but concerned. “Hi!” I said.

Ellis smiled, but the usual warmth
and congeniality was replaced by apprehension. I wanted to alleviate any
concerns he had and with deep sincerity said, “How are you?”

This time his smile widened and
his troubles lessened. “I’m good. I was just checking to see how you were.”

I returned his smile with as
much carefree delight as I could muster. Given I’d just been blackmailed, I
didn’t think I gave all that good of an act. “I’m well.”

There was a pregnant pause, but
again, family traits didn’t let me speak first. I didn’t wait long till Ellis
kicked off my cubicle and straightened. “Fab, if there’s anything you want to
talk about, you know I’m here, right?”

“Ellis, everything is fine.”
I quirked a smile.
“Don’t get weird on me.”

The HR head we all knew and
loved broke out of whatever funk he was in and smiled. “All right. I was just
checking up on you.”

“That’s sweet.”
And completely unnecessary.
“Thank you.”

Ellis dipped his head and with
that, left me alone with one more hour before I had to return to Warren’s
office.

Blackmailed
By The Billionaire Brothers

Vol.
2

There wasn’t a minute that
ticked by that did not escape my notice. Every sweeping motion of the time
clock clicked by, both agonizingly slow and too fast. On one hand my dare had
gone too far. On the other, I wondered if deep inside me I liked this.
Daring me to do something was one thing
,
blackmail
was different
. Yet, I got the same thrill as if this was another
adventure. I chalked it up to being a crazy redhead.

At ten forty-four I was
determined to make the best of the situation and grabbed a pen and pad to make
it look like just another scheduled meeting. Doing my best to walk and not
slink to Warren’s office, I stepped inside, closed the door quietly and locked
the bolt.

Warren watched me with the same
intensity he always did, but he was still talking on his blue tooth.
“Gentlemen, is there a way to continue this later…”

His eyes glanced away and his
expression soured like he’d just sucked on a lemon. The person on the other
line must have told him something he didn’t want to hear. I almost laughed.
Warren narrowed his eyes and said, “Very well.”

He beckoned me with a finger
and pointed next to him. I walked around his desk and stood where he wanted me
to, my heart in my throat. He grabbed my pen and pad and began writing on it.

Get on your knees.

My lungs rose up and joined my
heart. I couldn’t breathe. I hadn’t misinterpreted his meaning from earlier
this morning. My legs buckled and I slowly got to my knees, not to comply but
because his frank command over-powered my rationale. Holy cannoli, this was way
naughtier
than a dare. This was hot.

“No,” Warren said to his phone
caller. “That wasn’t in the contract.”

I could hear the guy on the other
line. Something about a past deal and he wanted compensation. Warren wrote on
the pad…

Suck me off before this call ends and I’ll take you anywhere for
dinner.

A flood hit my panties before I
could fully register the demand. He had me at “suck me off”. It was both
arousing and embarrassing.
But so freeing to be told what to
do and even beyond that—having no choice.
True I could walk out,
but then if he did upload that video…I didn’t want to think about the
consequences.

My lips parted and I stared up
at him. He sat in his executive chair with his hands on the armrests, his legs
parted in front of me. The cherry on top was his satisfied smirk. Warren’s face
transformed in such a profound way I didn’t think this was the same man. Our
commander in chief looked pleased with
himself
. I’d
never seen him happy much less smile, even if it was in self-satisfaction. The
difference lifted ten years off his face.

I licked my lips and smoothed
my palms over his knees to his groin. If he thought I was intimidated by his
request, I’d show him I wasn’t afraid. I’d made a bad situation into an
opportunity many times. This was no different. Having sex with Warren—not
the worst thing that ever happened to me. Not by a long shot.

Warren’s strong voice rumbled
as he spoke with his caller while his eyes watched me. If he thought I’d just
whip out his dick and suck, he’d be sorely mistaken. I was going to enjoy this.
Good thing Warren had deep pockets, because whoever he’s negotiating price with
on the other line is going to hear my boss’s “O” face.
A
perfect opportunity to take advantage of him.

I started by lifting his shirt
from his pants. The ends were so long the hem must have tickled his balls, but
Warren just stared. The buttons on his shirt were small and perfect for my
technique of unbuttoning his shirt with my teeth. One by one I slipped off his
buttons. Having a time limit was a bummer, but I’d make it better the second
time around. Whoa. Already thinking about next time and I hadn’t even started.

Leaning over his lap, I kissed
his abs. He immediately hissed and sucked in. I looked up and smiled. With his
head pointed up, all I saw was the bottom of his chin and his Adam’s apple
bobbing up and down.

“Yes, no, nothing. I’m here,”
Warren said to his caller.

Oh, baby, are you sure you want
to play this game? I traced a lazy squiggle down his chest. He gripped the arms
of his chair. He was trying to separate the pleasure of his body from his mind.
I wouldn’t allow it. Warren wouldn’t last long. His audible and facial reactions
were fierce. He needed this bad. When was the last time he’d been touched?

While his back was arched I
pushed the top of his shirt down and exposed his shoulders and biceps. Smooth
olive skin and powerful muscles made for a combination to send my panties into
the washing machine right after this. I planted tender kisses on his neck,
shoulder, and I laid my lips against his throat while he spoke.

“Nothing’s wrong with my voice,
I’m fine,” He said.

I silently giggled and smiled
against his bare chest. Then I went for his hard nipples. My tongue flicked his
little nub. The reaction was epic. Warren bucked. My cold, introverted boss
gave me a passionate response, holding his tongue between his teeth. He heaved
breaths through his nose.

He undid his belt buckle, and
the clasps of his trousers while I brought down his zipper. The bulge in his
pants made the zipper a little harder to pull down. The noise also was
difficult to suppress, but I wanted to continue the façade that he was
listening to his caller. It was too enticing to watch Warren try to hold back.
His unguarded expression and sensitive body made for one hell of a fantasy come
true.

I helped him wiggle out of his
pants and underwear, delighted by what I found underneath. His engorged cock twitched
free and slapped at his abdomen. He tried closing his eyes and concentrating on
his phone call. He was adorable. From now on, any time he tried intimidating me
with his cool stare I’d remember this expression. Heat rose to my cheeks
thinking about having this man. One of the most powerful CEO’s and I was
crumbling his defenses.

“No. Two hundred thousand,”
Warren said in a husky voice. “That is the offer.” He was trying to wrap up his
phone call. I narrowed my eyes at him. He’d learn not to play this kind of game
with me. I stuck out my tongue and stroked his cock in a long swipe from base
to head.

Warren twisted his neck against
the back of his chair, grit his teeth and let out the tiniest of moans. I did
it again and the metal
arm chairs
creaked under the
pressure of his grip. This was too much fun. I swirled my tongue around and
around over his length, this time licking under the crown of his cock and over
his
belly-button
.

He twitched and his penis
bobbed up a down, slapping against his abs. He was ready to blow. This time I
applied real pressure and wiggled my tongue as I licked him up one side and
used the underside of my tongue and stroked down. I made sure to press kisses
along the way back up. The tip of my tongue wiggled on the bridge connecting
the flare of his cock and the engorged vein supplying the most blood.

He timed his breaths to my
rhythmic licks up and down and furrowed his brows to concentrate on his
conversation. He was down to two syllable answers. Soon he’d be down to
one word
sentences.

“Not enough,” he said, and
looked down at me. Though he was talking to
whoever
on
the other line, his eyes twinkled and Warren gave me his mocking smile even
after his vulnerable display. Not enough huh? We’ll see. I swirled my tongue
and pressed my lips to the sides of his cock, rubbing my mouth over the top and
sides of his rod. I rolled my tongue around swathing back and forth over his
dick.

His balls felt heavy in my
hands as I gently fondled him. Then I slipped my hand around and made a temporary
cock ring with my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, just below
his sac. My pinky finger lay against the crack of his ass and I pressed in. He
felt it. His whole body shivered. That’s right, Warren, if I’m going to be
blackmailed, I’ll make it my own.

“Justin! That is my offer.”
Warren hid his cries over an outburst of anger.

After I slicked my tongue all
over his cock, I used both hands to stroke him to release. His hips gyrated and
he near looked in pain from his expression. He tilted his head back and tensed.
Clamping onto the arms of the chair Warren’s body started to shudder. I held a
hand over his tip to shield the spray and pumped with the other.

His thick cum
launched out in mass amounts with each release.
He twitched in his chair stifling moans during each shot his cock spurt out. It
was one of the most proud moments of my life. Annihilating the CEO was true
revenge for the shame he put me through. It was also the sexiest moment I’d
ever had. I never imagined Warren ever letting go so thoroughly and without
regret.
 

My boss slumped in his chair,
grunting confirmations to Justin. Warren’s half-lidded satisfied gaze roamed my
face. He opened a drawer and handed me some tissues to wipe my hand.
Very considerate.
What a gentleman blackmailer.

After I cleaned off, I tucked
in his shirt, carefully zipped up his pants, clasped his trousers in and
buttoned the top. Then I righted and buckled his belt. He was still on his
call.
Easiest dinner ever.
I wrote on the pad the name
of the restaurant I wanted to go to.

Dinner at Roy’s.

I walked out of the office
without a second glance.