Dominated by the Billionaire: The Boxed Set (7 page)

As soon as the thought occurred to her she knew what was about to happen. Robert, relaxing in a high backed chair at the head of the conference table, slipped a small remote out of his pocket, a black key chain transmitter that could be mistaken for the central locking switch for a car. Pam knew better. As Robert passed the time of day with Bill he smiled over at Pam and spun a dial on the device, and she immediately felt a low, throbbing vibration against her pussy.

Pam's knees buckled beneath her. The tiny vibrator, little more than a soft pad pressed against her clit, buzzed and hummed quietly, the sound of its vibration drowned out by the hum of the aircon. Pam's pussy was still tender from the quick, hungry thrusts of Robert's cock minutes earlier, but she knew she'd have no problem coming for him again.

Over the last three days Pam had discovered her need for pleasure far outstripped the supply. Robert had taken her a dozen times in his office, the conference room and even balanced on the wash basin in the executive bathroom, and yet still she hungered for more. Just yesterday she'd passed a happy hour perched on Robert's desk, coming silently with her hand clamped desperately over her mouth as he played his tongue over her pink, swollen lips with the sound of a ten-person conference call droning in the background.

Even after the rolling, endless orgasms had died away she'd insisted on wearing her dildo skirt to lunch. She'd masked another orgasm by pretending her salad was just
that
good. Robert had blushed as she moaned and groaned at the table, but few had glanced over from the other tables. The food was so good it seemed everyone in the restaurant was coming.

Now her legs quivered as the vibrator worked its magic on her. She could feel herself gushing juices between her legs as Robert and Bill chatted across the room. It was clear Robert wanted her to come while Bill was in the room. The only challenge was remaining silent. She tried to breathe steadily, to control the electric sensations bursting between her thighs, but Robert had placed the vibrator too well, directly over the soft, supple skin of her clitoral hood. Her tight silk panties held it firmly in place against her clit, massaging her gently but insistently. She knew she'd couldn't hold off her orgasm for more than a couple of minutes.

Bill turned to Pam with an apologetic look. 'I'm sorry, Pam, it looks like I'll have to format the memory card before this thing will take a picture. It'll just take a few minutes, so why not take a seat?'

Robert jumped in quickly. 'No, stay where you are, Pamela. Bill and I have to talk shop.' He turned back to Bill. 'So how's our recruitment drive going? I hear you want to take it up a notch.' At that moment he reached for the vibrator control on the desk and twisted the dial once more. Immediately the pad started to throb more powerfully. Pam's knees buckled and she fell back against the wall, pressing her palms against it for support.
Fuck! That feels incredible!
Robert glanced over at her, and it was clear from his smile that he knew she was about to come. Pam's eyes glazed over and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. She clenched her fists, desperate to stop herself from reaching up to play with her pert, tingling nipples, from reaching down to bury her fingers in her dripping pussy.

It was torture just remaining upright as the first waves of her climax flooded through her body and focused into a hot, tight ball between her legs. She wanted nothing more than to fall to her knees and tear off her skirt, to beg for Robert's thick, satisfying cock. Hell, Bill would be enough. All she knew was that she needed something to fill her up. The depths of her pussy mewled jealously at her clit, begging for a little attention.

Pam's eyes pleaded with Robert.
Please, please come and fuck me. Bend me over a desk and take me. This is too much!
Robert refused to meet her gaze, but she knew she had to do something. She couldn't stay standing much longer.

'Excuse me, gentlemen,' she said, struggling to keep her voice from wavering. 'I have to visit the restroom.' She rushed across the room with an awkward gait, falling through the door with her head dipped low to avoid the look of displeasure in Robert's eyes.

Where's the bathroom? Fuck, where is it?
Pam didn't know this part of the floor well, and it was a moment before she spotted the sign for the ladies room at the end of the hall. It was only twenty steps or so, but the hall stretched out for a mile or more as she stumbled along it before finally tumbling through the door and into blessed privacy.

'Fuck!' she yelled, pushing the door to the disabled stall open so roughly it bounced back at her. She fumbled with clumsy fingers at the latch before collapsing onto the closed toilet seat, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She heard the bathroom door creak open and prayed it was Robert, but then heard an embarrassed, apologetic female voice. 'I'll come back later.' Clearly whoever it was had heard Pam's panting moan as she tore her panties off and pulled the buzzing, dripping vibrator from her pussy. Pam didn't care. She was barely aware of the voice.

With desperate, hungry movements Pam plunged her fingers between her legs, holding her fingers delicately over her tender, throbbing clit while using the other hand to plunge deep inside herself. The waves of joy were coming thick and fast, building closer together like contractions that clenched every muscle in her body as they flowed through her. Her panting, gasping breath echoing against the walls sounded as if she'd risen to the surface on the verge of drowning. She couldn't control herself. With one heel steadied against the stall door she rubbed her clit until bright, colorful spots appeared before her eyes and her world exploded in sensation.

Robert finally entered the bathroom as the last jolting bursts of her orgasm shook her, leaving her sprawled, exhausted, on the edge of the toilet seat.

'Pamela? Where are you?' His voice echoed with an edge of frustration through the bathroom.

'I'm in here,' replied Pam, reaching out to unlatch the stall door. She spoke with contrition, well aware that she'd left without permission. 'I'm sorry, I--'

'Pamela, I didn't tell you you could leave the room,' he scolded sharply, pushing open the stall door. 'When I ask you to stand still and come for me, that's exactly what I expect you to do.' He unclipped his brown leather belt as he spoke, tugging it free of the loops of his dark gray suit pants. For a moment Pam feared he'd slip it out and use it on her, and she sighed with relief when he unbuttoned his pants and lowered his fly.

He was already erect as he tugged his cock from within his pants, and when his shaft stood clear he simply gestured to it, waiting for Pam to act. She quickly slipped to her knees, her skirt still riding up at her waist, and took it into her mouth.

'If this is going to work, Pamela, I expect you to follow my every instruction. Clasp your hands behind your back when you suck me,' he added as an aside. Pam quickly obeyed, balancing her weight on her knees as she dipped back and forth, coating Robert's cock with her saliva. Even so soon after coming she was aroused by the sound of her wet lips smacking as she slurped on his hot shaft.

'Now I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself,' he said casually, clasping his hand on the back of her head and pulling her deeper onto his cock. 'I need to visit our offices in Paris tomorrow, and I'd like you to join me.' Pam almost choked with surprise and delight. She'd never so much as visited Canada. Paris had always been a distant dream, a destination so distant and out of reach it was almost make believe. She redoubled her efforts to make Robert come, bursting with gratitude as she rolled her tongue along the underside of his cock. She wobbled unsteadily on her knees, completely under his control. Only his large, strong hand and his firm cock were keeping her upright.

'Your driver will bring you to the airport in the morning. You won't need any luggage. Just bring your passport - you do have a passport, I hope?' Pam nodded and murmured the affirmative around Robert's wet, veined shaft. 'Excellent. Now swallow what I give you.' With that little warning he came, shooting a stream of hot cream deep into her mouth. Pam swallowed every drop, gently squeezing his cock with her tongue to tease out as much as she could.

'You're done for the day. Go on home.' He pulled himself from her mouth quickly, leaving a glistening strand of cum hanging for a moment between Pam's lips and the tip of his cock before it dripped down her chin. Without another word he tucked himself back into his pants, buckled his belt and left, leaving Pam rocking on her knees with cum running from her pink, lipstick smeared lips.

She rose to her feet and tugged her skirt back down, straightening out her rumpled, sweaty clothes as best she could. She'd come three times since the morning, but the exhaustion of the day was no match for her excitement.

Paris!
She stumbled over to the basin and splashed her face with water, wiping away the cum on her chin and touching up her makeup. She noticed a line of cum down the front of her shirt that would surely stain, but she didn't care. Nothing could put a damper on her excitement.

Paris!

Chapter Three

The Lear Jet hunkered low in the private hangar away from the international terminal of JFK. Pam had been led past the throngs of sweatpant-clad tourists preparing to load into their cramped economy seats, swept through a security door and led to a waiting limo for the trip along empty service roads to the private plane. All along the way she wanted to yell out in excitement. Just a week ago she'd been sitting at her small desk in the records department, slapping her broken keyboard with frustration. Now she was standing before a sleek, white Lear Jet waiting to whisk her off to the city of her dreams.

She came down to earth with a bump when the driver passed a dry cleaning bag through the smoked glass partition of the limo and directed her to a small screened off area in the corner of the hangar. 'You can change over there, madam, and then board at the front of the plane. Will you be needing anything else?' Pam tore open the bag and stifled a laugh. It contained a flight attendant's uniform.

She smiled and shook her head. She should have known there was a catch. 'No, thank you. I'm just fine.'

The driver nodded curtly and waited for her to step out, honking the horn once as he pulled out of the hangar into the bright morning sunshine. Pam turned back to the bag and tore away the opaque plastic to reveal a uniform the likes of which she was sure no flight attendant had ever worn.

The uniform was a slinky, all in one pink latex outfit with a patch sewn to the breast that read 'Foster Airlines'. Like the blouses Robert had asked Mr Trim to make for her, small holes had been cut in the chest to expose her nipples, and as she checked every inch of the dress for hidden surprises she could see Trim's mischievous hand all over it. The dress was slit to the waist, allowing the front or rear to be easily flipped up to reveal her ass or pussy. Once again a collar had been recessed in the outfit, this time tucked discreetly into the back of the neck before the line plunged to the breasts.

Pam slipped out of her clothes - a pant suit she'd thought would make for a comfortable flight - and stepped into the tight latex dress. Once it reached over her shoulders she knew it barely covered her ass, and one look in the full length mirror that had been thoughtfully provided confirmed it. The curve of her butt cheeks poked out from the hem of the dress, leaving nothing whatsoever to the imagination. Her breasts were squeezed together and lifted, a look that Pam couldn't deny was sexy, but one that was also far from comfortable.
I'll just have to hope Robert doesn't want me to stay clothed for most of the flight.

At the bottom of the dry cleaning bag Pam found a pair of sleek, black latex boots that zipped up to just below the knee. The stiletto heels looked dangerous, both to her own balance and the body of anyone nearby if she tumbled. Pam was a lover of flats, sensible footwear that allowed her to walk up the five flights of stairs to her old apartment without pain, but as she slipped off her dull shoes and slid the tight, shiny latex over her smoothly shaved legs she couldn't help but feel a tight little frisson of excitement deep inside. She felt the same when she discovered the pink latex gloves tucked away in the bag. They fit... well, they fit like a glove, encasing her slender arms in smooth, slinky material that made her want to hide out behind the partition and touch herself until she came so loud it would echo all the way to the passenger terminal. This, she knew, would be a fun flight.

Chapter Four

The low rumble of the engines made the tight latex of Pam's dress vibrate in her lap, and across from her Robert grinned, strapped into the jump seat and watching her body with hunger in his eyes as the taxiing plane pulled onto the runway. He'd barely spoken since boarding, smiling instead as if at a private joke. Pam found it a little unnerving, but nevertheless she couldn't wait to see what he had in store.