Change of Passion (Falling for the Billionaire #1) (5 page)

She had her pants off and as her
hands touched her legs, then the start of her panties, she stopped.

Bradley hadn’t commanded her
panties off.

Yet.

Instead, Bradley pulled at her,
taking back his hard squeeze on her neck and breast.  His erection moved back
between her legs, even more prevalent. 

Bradley then thrust to show his
power, forcing Becky to move to her toes.

She moaned and called for him,
wanting him.

His hand moved from her breast up
to her shoulder.  He lifted his arm, forcing Becky to take her shirt off. 

“Can I?” Becky asked as her hands
were desperate to strip the rest of herself.

“I command you to,” Bradley said.

He had to release his hold on Becky
but it was worth it as he watched Becky touch her own panties again.  Her
fingers moved fast and gentle against her hips, pushing down.  She became
visible to him a second later, her smooth skin, the soft fold of her sex, and a
slight glistening look.  It made Bradley nod, seeing her wet. 

When her panties reached just below
her knees, Bradley grabbed Becky’s wrists.

“Stop,” he bellowed.

Becky looked up and froze.

Bradley’s eyes scanned down from
her face to her chest.  Her breasts were pouring from her bra, her right breast
more exposed than the left because of Bradley’s friendly hand from a minute
ago.  He could see just the outline of her rose color nipple but on her other
breast, he couldn’t. 

She looked beautiful, radiating a
sense of lust that Bradley could inhale and taste for a long time.

He squeezed her wrists and pulled. 
As Becky stumbled towards Bradley, he stepped to the side and turned.  Becky
put her hands out and crashed into the desk.  All she could see were papers and
folders mixing and a few of them falling to the floor.  Bradley’s name plate on
the desk spun around once and hit a green lamp.  Becky cringed, waiting to hear
the sound of glass shattering.  The lamp moved but not far enough to fall off
the edge.  She brought her hands back, trying to find some kind of traction for
herself but it didn’t matter. 

A second later she felt Bradley’s
hands at her lower back and his fingers around her hips, holding her, pulling
her back until the tip of his hard sex touched her tender hole.

Becky let out a long cry of
passion, relief, and pleasure as Bradley pushed.  He wasn’t going to wait for
anything, or anyone.  What he wanted he took.  When he had urges, he acted on
them.  When he had needs, he satisfied them. 

Becky struggled to bring her hands
to the edge of the desk, wanting to be able to hold herself in place for
Bradley to enjoy her body.

As she felt for the edge, Bradley
thrust forward with a wild pump and a deep grunt.  Becky’s body was forced to
open and welcome Bradley inside.  Becky’s mouth fell open when she felt the
definition of Bradley inside her.  She hurried and licked her lips, thinking of
how the tip of his erection tasted and how it stretched her mouth.  Now Bradley
was stretching her elsewhere, between her legs, his shaft moving without
remorse into her. 

Bradley didn’t stop pushing until
his legs touched Becky’s.  His hands moved up her back with a strong grip,
almost tickling her as he passed her ribs.  He moved under her bra and cupped
her breasts and leaned down, enough that his tie touched Becky’s back.  Feeling
the silk of his tie her body pulsed with orgasmic pleasure.  Her nipples even
ached.

It was the most sexually fulfilled
moment in Becky’s life.

“Do you know who I am?” Bradley
asked as his warm breath scattered along the back of her neck.

“Yes,” Becky said.

“You don’t know who I am,” Bradley
growled and thrust.

Becky felt him move another inch
deeper.

She cried out.

“No,” Becky said.  “No, I don’t.”

“Nobody knows who I am,” Bradley
said.  “Now… let’s see what your body can do for me.”

In the blink of an eye, he was
gone.

His breath away.

His voice away.

The tie pulled off her back.

His hands went back down to her
hips and beyond.  In fact, Bradley’s hands didn’t stop until he was at Becky’s
legs, holding her legs from the front, keeping her in a perfect position.

He slowly slid himself out.  It was
a speed so slow that Becky’s body jumped again and again with the intense
pleasure inside herself.  By the time Bradley pulled himself completely from
her, she had reached climax again.  Having reached climax and having everything
gone from her body, Becky whimpered and thrust, wanting him back.

“Please,” she cried out.  “Oh…
please…”

“You don’t have to beg,” Bradley
said, “but I do enjoy it…”

He pumped forward and entered Becky
again.  It sparked the fire again inside her body, bringing her orgasm past a
climatic state.  It was as though instead of releasing her orgasm, it moved
through her body.  The pleasure throbbed everywhere.  Her grip on the desk
released and she fell forward.  Her chest burned against Bradley’s cool desk,
almost making her shiver. 

Bradley started to move faster,
thrusting and lifting Becky, bringing her to her toes as he dug deeper.  He
wanted to reach depths that would burn in Becky’s mind forever. 

No matter what happened, Becky
would always remember her first day of work at the HB-Ley Corporation.  Even
though she never technically started the work day and was technically fired,
this was still work.  Bradley had said so.  He used the word transaction.

Bradley’s hands were holding
Becky’s legs tight, pulling as he fucked forward. 

Each thrust produced a new sense of
pleasure inside Becky.  She could feel her insides throbbing, her burning
warmth and wetness engulfing all of Bradley.  She also felt Bradley
thickening.  He was growing as he moved faster.  He was readying himself,
thrusting with all his might.

When Becky felt her feet jump from
the floor for a second, she cried out again.  She reached out on the desk,
trying to find something to brace herself with.  She couldn’t find anything. 
Her hands were flat on the desk.  She curled her fingers when needed but it did
nothing.  Not against Bradley’s movements.  He moved so hard and fast, lifting her
again and again off her feet.  He created his own path inside of Becky,
bringing her to a level that made her heart feel like it was going to detach
and jump from her chest.  At one point, as he fucked her, she could feel her
nipples aching with each thrust. 

Everything inside her body was
connected together, a steady stream of pleasure. 

“Yes dear Becky,” Bradley said. 
“Oh yes…”

One of his hands moved to her hair. 
His fingers were lost again, twisting around her thick hair.  He made a fist
and started to pull.  As Becky felt her head being forced back, she let out a
long groan just as Bradley reached his explosive climax.  He held himself
inside of Becky, breathing heavily as he came, filling her body with everything
he had to offer. 

Each time Becky felt his erection
pulse, spilling more of himself into her, she moaned. 

He started faster, pump after warm
pump, and then it gradually slowed.  Finally, Bradley gently fucked Becky,
using her tender walls to please himself until his orgasm was gone.

He slid from her and Becky looked
over her shoulder and watched as Bradley tucked himself back into his pants. 
He zipped and then took the time to readjust his pants, shirt, jacket, and
tie.  He stretched his neck and let out along breath.  Turning, he walked to
the bar in the office and reached for a glass.  

Just one glass.

He poured himself a drink,
something crisp and amber.

He drank it all in one shot and
then licked his lips.

“Aged to perfection,” he said. 
“Funny how time works, isn’t it?  Sometimes things are better with age.  And
sometimes… things are best fresh.  Tender and fresh.”

Bradley turned and rested against
the bar.

Becky still remained bent over the
desk.  Her legs were spread, her panties just below her knees.  Her sex
throbbed, leaking the reminders of what had just taken place.  Pleasure still
soared through her body and she had her knees bent, enough that they touched
the back of the desk.

“You look beautiful,” Bradley
said.  “I could use you.  I will use you.  Because you need me.”  Bradley
looked towards the large window.  He stared for a few seconds, giving Becky a
picture perfect sight of how Bradley looked from the side.

He resembled a model in a suit rather
than a billionaire.  That was as long as he remained silent and looked away. 
The moment he turned and stared back into Becky’s eyes, he had that aura of
power.

“You can stand,” Bradley said. 
“Dress yourself.”

Becky slowly stood up from the
desk.  She took her time dressing in a silence that should have been awkward
but wasn’t.  It was almost comfortable.  Becky felt safe, protected with
Bradley.  Much better than facing reality.

After dressing, Becky stood in
front of the desk, waiting.

“You like the autumn season?”
Bradley asked.

“Love it,” Becky said.  “My
favorite season.”

“It’s a lovely time,” Bradley
said.  “It’s the world coming to reality that everything ends.  Everything
dies.  Everything suffers.  It’s Mother Nature showing that she always wins.”

Becky wasn’t so morbid, preferring
the fall season because of the colors and cool weather. 

“What’s in your bag?” Bradley
asked.

Becky looked and saw her bag, on
the floor in a disheveled mess.  She had gotten the bag two years ago as a
Christmas present.  It was a leather bag that was large enough for everything
she needed to keep her business look going.  Inside, she had all girly things
though, plus her prized possession of the picture of her friends.

“Stuff,” Becky said as she stared
at the bag.

 “Laptop?”

“No.”

“Any electronic devices?”

Becky shook her head.  “Left them
home, for my first day of work.”

“What’s the point of the bag then?”

“I have notebooks, a couple pens. 
Womanly things…”

“Makeup and whatnot,” Bradley
said.  He looked away from Becky, to his deep colored bar.  “Pictures?”

“Yes.”

“Just in your wallet?”

“No.” 

Becky felt her mouth wanting to ask
why but she stopped herself.

Bradley was in control and command
here, not her.

“Can I see the picture not in your
wallet?”

“How do you know it’s just one?”

Bradley half smiled.  “I know.  I
know how it all works.  You went on one last life changing vacation with your
friends.  The people you believe you’ll have forever.  The people you believe
you’ll see forever.  Grow old with and die with.”  He looked to Becky.  “You
won’t.  You won’t see them.  You won’t die with them.  They’ll fade.  So why
not cut ties?”

Bradley pushed from the bar and
walked to the back wall of his office.  He flicked a switch and a flame kicked
up in a small fireplace.  The flames danced as Bradley looked.

“We all burn sometimes,” he said. 
“So let’s go.  Let’s burn.  Give me the picture.”

Becky crouched down and dug through
her purse, finding the picture.  As she looked at it, the six smiling faces
crammed together to fit into the small 4x6 piece of paper.  The eager eyes, the
wet hair, the glowing skin.  The picture bled youth and innocence. 

But it was her time… then… not now…

“Give me,” Bradley bellowed.

“Yes,” Becky whispered.

She stood and walked to Bradley,
holding the picture out.

He tore it from her hand and looked
at it without a single emotion showing.

“Your chest looks amazing in this
picture,” he said and with the flick of a his wrist, the picture fluttered in
the air for a second and then was eaten by the flames.

As if it were living and not just a
memory, the picture curled into itself, closed up, and died.

Bradley didn’t speak.  He simply moved
away from the fireplace to the large window in his office.  He stood with his
hands in his pockets, looking outside, beyond his multi-billion dollar empire.

“Come,” he said.  “Have a look. 
You can see for miles.”

Becky walked to the window and stared. 
The cascading mountains showed their rich colors.  The bleeding red battling
with yellows and crisp oranges.  And in the mix where still patches of green,
trees not ready to give up even though they were down to the wire.  Within a
week, they’d all change.  Within a month, they’d mostly be bare. 

The world, continuing.

Becky touched the glass and
exhaled.  Her breath fogged the window and faded.

“Beautiful.”

Becky gasped not realizing Bradley
had snuck up behind her.

His lips touched the back of her neck.

The man who had just been bucking
her on his desk was now gentle, tender.  His hands went to her hips and he
positioned himself.  Becky could still feel some of his thickness, his sex
still eager.

She smiled.

“I think you’re the one for the
meeting,” Bradley whispered.

“The meeting?” Becky asked.  “I
thought this was…”

“This was a transaction,” Bradley
said.  “I’ve been looking for someone like you, for a while.  I have an event I
have to attend in a few weeks.  I need a date but I refuse to go through the
nonsense of meeting a woman.  I want, I choose, I get.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

“I command and you listen.”

“Yes.”

“Good.” 

Bradley kissed the back of Becky’s
neck again.  His tongue flicked this time and he slowly moved up her neck.  He
kissed her with wet kisses for a few seconds and then ran his lips along her
ear.

“We’re going to close a major deal,
together.  We’re going to takeover a company, together.  You’re going to be
mine to make it happen.”