Carly's Punishment (Submitting to the Billionaire) (2 page)

Chapter Three

The ride home seemed longer than it was. She registered nothing out the windows, her eyes were filled with visions of Jeff. He was like chocolate – smooth and dark and yummy. She wanted more and he could probably sense it, so it was all the more frustrating when he sent her home alone. She wanted his advances, she told herself she’d fight him off, but she knew that in reality she just wanted to be with him. How could he talk of making her his princess, of making love and punishing her, and then send her away?

There was something in her throat that stung, as though he had rejected her.

When she got home, the first thing she did was to pull up her old, trusty laptop and Google him. “Jeffrey Maxwell, Entrepreneur,” his card had said, and the Google results verified that. He invested in various high-tech industries and real estate, but his companies were all privately held so there wasn’t too much information. There was even less information online about his personal life, but Carly managed to find out that he was single, with no kids – and she found a few photos of him on the red carpet with a well-known supermodel.

Seeing the photos hurt. She should’ve known he was out of her league
: he was a high-roller staying at the hotel where she worked, and she was probably just a bit of fun on the side for his Vegas trip. There would be nothing between them, and she’d be lucky if he never complained to management. There was a reason for the rules against client-employee relationships, and Carly had taken a risk for the first time. A risk that hadn’t paid off.

But she did have the swipe card to
access the rooftop pool. She glanced at it again – why had Jeff given it to her? She’d seen photos of the infinity pool at the top of the hotel, with the hot-tub on one side and the private wooden shower cabanas, but she’d never actually been there.

There were so many places in this town that she’d never actually been
to.

How long had it been
? Eight months, she counted. Eight months since she’d taken that three-day “break” to Vegas. She’d been frustrated with college and knew that a Liberal Arts degree from Michigan State wouldn’t get her the kind of job she wanted. And after growing up in small-town America, the bright lights of Vegas had blinded her, had coaxed her to move there permanently. 

Carly
told her friends and family that she was taking a one-year break, but knew in her heart that there was no time limit to her break. She just wanted to figure things out, to have some fun. When her meager savings ran out, the housekeeping job appeared out of the blue. She meant to look for a better job – but after a long day spent making beds and scrubbing toilets, she had no energy left over.

She had moved to Vegas
to have fun, to enjoy life. But instead of having a daring adventure, she’d fallen back into the same old routine of being the “good girl” everyone walked all over. Maybe Jeff had a point.

The plastic card winked at her, daring her to be bold.

She glanced at the clock – 11:30. Carly laughed. For once, she would be the carefree, glamorous girl she’d dreamed of being.

Chapter Four

Carly wore sunglasses and a baseball cap to hide from the security cameras, and a swimsuit under her sweatpants. Nobody glanced at her twice as she walked through the lobby, past the gaming pits and to the guest elevator.

She swiped
Jeff’s card and pressed 44 on the elevator, and to her surprise it went straight up, and then the doors pinged open. She walked to the frosted glass doors, and swiped the card again. The doors slid apart, and Carly stepped in, and realized she’d entered an oasis of calm.

The rooftop pool area was far removed from the hustle and bustle of the gambling pits and busy hotel restaurants. It was a world away from the rooms she cleaned, the corridors she walked down without ever being seen.
It was quiet and dark and barely lit by the gas-lamp style lights, and the infinity pool glimmered under the half-moon. Across the edge of the roof, Carly could see the hustle of the Strip, lights flashing and cars whizzing past, but the sounds didn’t travel up to her.

There wasn’t anyone else up here was there?
Carly glanced up – no security cameras. That was surprising, but there were probably lifeguards and personnel up here during the day, and in any case, only a few guests staying in the high-roller suites would be allowed access up here. And her. Carly grinned to herself.

Jeff
had said the place would be empty at midnight, and he was right. But still, it was better to check. Carly called out softly, “Hello-o? Anyone here?”

There was no response, no noise at all. It was so still that if anyone had been here, she would’ve heard them breathing. The dark
wooden cabanas stood empty along one wall, and the pool glinted invitingly. But it was the Jacuzzi that really appealed to her – she’d never been in one yet, and she couldn’t wait. There were so many things she hadn’t tried yet, and now she would. She would bite into life like it was a red, juicy apple.

In a few quick
seconds, Carly stripped down to her swimsuit and sank into the large hot tub. It was warm and relaxing, and at the press of a button, bubbles began to froth along the surface, and she felt the air-jets buffeting her gently.

Carly
sighed loudly and closed her eyes. This was so good. She let her body go limp and the aches and sores from a long day of housekeeping were slowly kneaded out.

She stayed in there, relaxing and enjoying the luxurious solitude, imagining all the things she would do from now on. She ticked them off on her fingers – she would go down to the pits and play blackjack and poker once in a while. She would join a gym, get yoga lessons maybe. She’d catch a show
– there were always so many things going on in Vegas and she would check them out. Above all, she’d quit this stupid housekeeping job and get something better. Something that left her with the time and energy to enjoy Vegas.

How long had it been?
Carly looked around and realized she had no estimate of the time. There were no clocks in the pool area, but it had probably been long enough. She stepped out and stretched, and the water dripped off her body.

For a moment,
Carly wondered if she should have brought towels with her. But then she wandered over to a nearby cabana and looked inside. There was a shower stall, fresh towels, and expensive-looking toiletries. It took her only a moment to strip off her wet swimsuit and stand under the hot shower, and she washed herself slowly with the L’Occitane shower gel provided.

Carly
had lost track of the time completely, but when she turned off the shower and reached for a towel, she thought she heard a woman’s voice.

Her blood went cold. There was someone on the roof with her, someone laughing and saying something silly in a feminine voice. And then a male voice replied,
and another feminine voice chimed in.
Oh dear God.

This was the end of her job, of her steady paycheck.
Who were these people up here, and did they know she was here too? Carly wrapped a large towel around herself, and held her breath as she peeked around the cabana door.

Chapter Five

One glance at the trio, and Carly knew she didn’t have to worry about losing her job. They were completely self-engrossed and were paying no attention to anything around themselves. The two girls, a brunette and a redhead, were fawning over the man, a muscular guy in his thirties. Carly couldn’t help but watch as they giggled and made jokes she couldn’t hear.

The man pointed at the pool and the two girls shook their head. “No swimsuit,” she heard, and then they giggled as the man made a funny comment.

In one smooth motion, he pulled up the brunette’s dress, and tossed it away. The brunette gasped, and then laughed, as she stood in her high heels and black lingerie. The redhead laughed, and came closer to the brunette and began to knead her breasts through the lacey black bra.

Carly
’s eyes widened. This was awkward – her plan of pretending to be a guest and leaving wouldn’t work. She was trapped in the cabana. The brunette let out a loud moan, and Carly felt herself grow moist.

Oh well,
Carly thought,
might as well enjoy her midnight adventure
. She pulled her towel tight around herself, and watched through the tiny gap. Carly had never been attracted to women, but watching the erotic play between these three was making her very, very wet.

The man was rubbing the brunette’s back now, and
Carly watched as he slipped a finger under her bra and unhooked it. The redhead pulled it off and began to suck her bare breasts, and the brunette’s moans filled the air. As she watched, the man began to take off his jeans, and then his shirt, and then his boxer shorts.

Now it was
Carly’s turn to stifle a groan. The man was well-hung, and hard as a rock. He sat on the edge of a pool chair and called out something. Immediately, the two women moved apart, and the brunette stripped off her panties. She walked over to the man, got down on her knees, and bent over his lap.

The air was silent once more, punctuated with occasional grunts from the man. The brunette moved her head up and down, and the redhead watched from one side, slowly taking off her skirt and top until she stood in lacey red lingerie.

Carly hid inside the cabana and wondered how it would feel to have a thick cock inside her mouth; her swollen lower lips were completely drenched now, and she pulled the towel tighter around herself. She ran a hand down her torso, feeling her nipples jutting out, hard and sore. It would be lovely to have someone suck on her nipples, she thought.

“Spread your legs, Angela.”

The man’s hoarse command pierced the air, and the brunette dutifully spread her legs far apart. The man glanced at the redhead, and pointed to the woman who was sucking his cock. Immediately, the redhead dropped to her knees, grabbed Angela’s hips, and moved her face closer. Angela let out a muffled scream, and the redhead began working up and down, down and up.

Carly
felt like she would pass out, just from watching Angela. The woman moaned and thrashed her hips, rubbing her pussy against the redhead’s eager mouth, and simultaneously bobbed her head up and down and sucked on the man’s big cock.

Carly felt the throbbing between her legs, and her hand drifted down, slipped under her towel and began to stroke her clit lightly. She imagined having someone lick her pussy like that, and a shudder passed through her body. As she watched the trio, the man grunted and
spasmed, and came inside Angela’s mouth. After he was spent, Angela pressed her face against the man’s thighs, and the redhead continued to slurp up her juices hungrily. Carly twirled her finger round and round her swollen clit, and watched as Angela thrashed and moaned and finally enjoyed a loud, forceful orgasm.

Carly expected the trio to leave now, but instead the man stood up, stretched, and pointed to the deck chairs. He said something Carly couldn’t hear, and the girls giggled. The redhead stripped off her lingerie and high heels, and stood naked for the man. She tweaked her nipples till they were hard, and then the man grabbed her neck and kissed her roughly.

After the brief, forceful kiss, the man pulled away and pointed to the wooden pool chairs. “Now!”

At his command, the two girls giggled again, and bent over from the waist. They spread their legs apart and placed their hands on the chair, and the redhead wiggled her bottom playfully.

“Ready for your spankings, ladies?”

Carly heard the words, but couldn’t believe it.
She had never been spanked herself. Were the girls really bending over at his command to be spanked? Were they wriggling their hips eagerly for his bare hands? Before Carly could doubt her ears, the man moved over and stroked his hand across the bare bottoms that were presented to him.

“I’ll warm you up, first.”

And with those words, the spanking began. The man alternated between the two women, spanking Angela’s bottom, and then the redhead’s, and then Angela’s again. The noise of the spanks rang out across the roof, and Carly felt her whole body light up on fire. She had never seen anything more erotic, and began to wonder how it would feel to have strong hands spanking her bare bottom. Her fingers found their way lower and dipped inside her throbbing hot entrance and she began pumping herself desperately.

The two girls being spanked began to moan, their voices mingling with the noise of the sharp spanks. T
he man stopped spanking Angela, and she waited, legs spread apart, bottom slightly reddened, as the man began spanking the redhead harder. And then, with a grunt, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her roughly, making her scream and rock her hips.

Carly thrust her fingers harder, clenching down her
inner walls and shivering as the passion built up inside. She closed her eyes and came at the same time as the redhead, her orgasm flowing out of her in bursts, her moans soft and drowned out by the unrestrained screams of the redhead.

When it was over, she opened her eyes and saw the man bending before Angela, his face pressed against her pussy. He slurped hungrily, and as she watched, Angela moaned and thrust, and then came with a loud scream.

The sight of the redhead’s dark pink bottom and Angela’s hungry orgasm was turning Carly on again. Her nipples were hard against the towel wrapped around her body, and her pussy was sore from desire. As she watched, the trio slipped on bathrobes and walked away. She heard the frosted glass doors slide open, and then close behind them.