At the Billionaire's Pleasure (Billionaire Brothers Series 1)

by M. G. Morgan

  I looked up into David's face. "So that is all I am to you. A piece of property. Just another thing that belongs to the great and wonderful David Ashcroft."

  "No, Carrie, that is not true at all."

  "Then explain it to me."

  He sighed and released me from his grip. I stumbled away from him. The doors whooshed open and David strode out of the lift and into a large reception room. It seemed the lifts opened directly into what I could only describe as huge apartments. My own apartment back home would have fitted very snuggly into one corner of the entire floor space. I followed David out and stood in the middle of the room.

  "Explain it to me. If I am not little more than your property for this week, then why is business and keeping Robert Hatcher sweet so important?"

  "Because he is trying to steal my business out from underneath me. If I don't finish this now, on my terms, that will be it. The firm will be taken over."

  I fell silent. All my thoughts suddenly came to a grinding halt. This was important. It was bigger than me, bigger than what I had with David and I was behaving like a child.

  "Carrie, I would never treat you like a piece of my property... You're important to me... I can't explain it."

  I moved towards him and pressed my fingertips against his lips. "It's alright. I'm sorry."

  He started to laugh and wrapped me in the circle of his arms. "Aren't I meant to be the Dom here?" He bent his head down towards mine and kissed me softly at first. It rapidly descended into something much more raw. I moaned as he clamped his teeth down on my lip, his hands fumbling with my clothes as he undressed me.

  It wasn't long before we were both naked. Bodies pressed skin to skin. I ached for him. I wanted to feel him press against me harder. I craved the touch of his fingers on my body. Remembering my dream from the plane, I dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock was semi-hard. Gripping him with my hand, I swirled my tongue around the head.

  He tasted musky and faint traces of his spicy shower gel tingled on my tongue. I rolled my eyes up to look at him. He seemed surprised at my actions but it was quickly replaced with the look of lust as I devoured the head of his cock into my mouth. He wrapped his hands into my hair and tightened his grip as I sank my mouth down over the length of him. As his shaft stiffened it became harder and harder to swallow him completely down my throat. He was far too big and so I started to use my hand.

  Sealing my lips around the base of him, I sucked until my cheeks were concave. Slowly I moved my head up letting his cock slip from my mouth until just the tip remained. Using my hand I jerked him softly before swallowing him back down my throat again. It was then David took control.

  His grip tightened further in my hair until it verged on pain. He pressed his cock into my mouth holding my head in place. I knew he wouldn't allow me to suffocate, I trusted him to let me come up for air. He began to move his cock in and out of my mouth. Essentially fucking me. I looked up the length of his body. Tears had begun to form in my eyes as he moved a little faster.

  The intensity of the look in his eyes made my sex slick. He watched me as though any moment he would pounce and devour me whole. He looked at me as though I was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in the world. He groaned and I tasted the first drops of his salty pre-cum. He was close.

  I watched as the muscles in his abdomen tightened and he moved faster. His balls tightened and his cock grew stiffer, and longer. Feeling him take my mouth, knowing that he was in complete control, was a heady experience.

  I sucked harder using my tongue to swirl around the shaft and the head. David moaned again, his hands gripping my hair so tight it hurt as he forced his shaft down my throat. He jerked against me as the first strand of cum filled my mouth. The salty taste trickled across my tongue as he continued to cry out. I swallowed as quickly as I could, taking his salty seed down my throat and into my belly. But I couldn't get it all. Some dribbled from the sides of my mouth and down my chin before dripping onto my naked breasts.

  With a contented sigh he withdrew from my mouth. His fingers were still tangled in my hair. He used his grip to tilt my head up to look at him. "The things you do to me, Carrie. The way you make me feel." He released a shaky breath before helping me to my feet. He brushed his thumb across my chin rubbing the sticky mess from my face.

  I caught his hand with mine and slowly sucked his thumb into my mouth. I wanted all of him. After what I had just done it felt important that I get all of him. I wanted to show him exactly what he meant to me. That for me, I didn't just belong to him for a week. I belonged to him now forever.

  "We need to get some food into you. And something to drink." His eyes had taken on a lust-filled look once more and I wondered how far I could push him before he would have to act on his desires.

  "We'll get some room service and I'll make some quick business calls." He kissed me softly on the lips, surprising me. Richard had never wanted to be anywhere near me after I had given him a blow job.

  It seemed the more I got to know David the more I realised just how different he was.

  He moved away from me and over to the phone. I watched him move around, he was so comfortable being entirely naked. It was then I noticed that I too was naked and had been since David had begun his little seduction. It surprised me that I was behaving like someone who was comfortable in their own body. Yes, I had plenty of insecurities but the more time I spent with David the more accepting I was becoming of myself.

  I made my way to one of the doors off the main reception area in search of a bathroom. By sheer dumb luck I found myself in the large master bedroom. The room was enormous and part of me wondered just how big the hotel was. Or indeed how many rooms it had.

  I wandered leisurely through it. The overly large four-poster bed caught my eye and I wondered how David would even find me in a bed that large. It certainly meant there would be no fighting for the quilt during the night. That thought made me giggle as I explored through another door and found what I was looking for.

  The bathroom was done in cream marble. The Jacuzzi bath sat in the middle of the floor and I had an image of David and I soaking away in it. I had never shared a bath tub with anyone else before. I had always wanted to but had never been brave enough to attempt it before.

  The shower stood in the corner of the room behind a set of clear glass doors. I could see several large rings that adorned the walls and I wondered what they were for. It hit me then. I was on Dom Island, after all. It would make sense that the hotel would cater to its clientele. The rings were probably so a Dom could chain his sub up. I felt very pleased with myself for working that one out. I had never been involved in a Dom/sub relationship before but I was getting the hang of it pretty quickly. Or so I thought. What surprised me the most was that it didn't seem to resemble any of the popular theories people seemed to have outside of the lifestyle.

  David wasn't crazy and neither was I for that matter. I had my insecurities but I considered that to be normal for a woman who carried extra weight.

  I stepped into the shower and fiddled with the dials. The water suddenly cascaded down on top of me stealing my breath and leaving me blind as it ran into my eyes. I stumbled and practically fell but a pair of very strong and sturdy arms caught me.

  "You need to be more careful. You haven't eaten anything since you fainted earlier."

  Gasping, I wiped at my eyes with my hands. "It was the water, it surprised me..."

  David began to laugh as he manoeuvred me back into the shower stall and under the fall of water.

  "That's the first time I've ever heard anyone say the water in the shower surprised them." He gripped me tightly in his arms as he kissed me, once more stealing my breath.

  "You don't play fair, do you?" I asked when I finally broke free and regained what little composure I had left.

  "All's fair in love and war," David answered before slipping his hand down over my breast. I closed my eyes and let the sensation of his wandering hands wash over me like
the water. The world began to spin in slow circles and I threw out my hand to steady myself. Opening my eyes I grabbed onto David, who then stopped what he was doing.

  "You're not alright. You need to eat and rest." He wrapped his arms around me and held me steady as I waited for the world to slow down.

  I wanted to protest, to make him continue what he was doing, but he was right. There was something wrong. Perhaps after food I would be back to my old self. He lifted me from the shower and set me on the edge of the bath. He grabbed a fluffy robe and wrapped it around my body, helping me to slide my arms into it.

  He then walked me from the bathroom. I rubbed my head as the beginnings of a headache started to build behind my eyes. Typical. What was wrong with my body? Did it not want to experience extreme pleasure at the hands of a master?

  A knock on the door made me jump.

  "It's just the room service. I ordered it while you went exploring. It's open." he called out as he seated me at the table in front of the huge glass doors that led onto the balcony and overlooked the sea.

  The view was stunning, the sea a perfect shade of blue. It sparkled and glinted everywhere the sun's rays hit it. They seemed to bounce across the surface and reflect back up into the perfect blue sky. The beach, what I could see of it, had perfectly white sand. It truly was paradise. A haven away from the rest of the world.

  The bell boy entered the room with a large silver trolley. Dishes covered with silver caps were lifted onto the table. The smell of the food made my mouth water and it was then my stomach grumbled. It was one of the most unladylike sounds I could have made and colour suffused my cheeks.

  David shot me a look that I couldn't read but then I didn't need to. "I told you, you need to look after yourself and eat. Passing out from dehydration and lack of food is pointless. I want to enjoy you, not spend my time trying to scrape you up off the floor."

  The bellhop glanced at my body wrapped up in the fluffy bathrobe. I could see it in his eyes. He couldn't hide his feelings, not the way David could. To me his look said, 'You’re too fat to pass out from lack of food.'

  He caught me watching him and immediately looked away. When the last tray hit the table David handed the young man a rolled up note. I had always thought that only happened in the movies. But if you were super rich it probably made sense to tip everyone.

  "What are you waiting for? Dig in." David lifted the lid from the first tray, revealing the most mouth-watering platter of chopped-up fresh fruit.

  I plucked a strawberry from the top and popped it in my mouth. The moment it hit my tongue my mouth immediately filled with water. The fruit was perfect, ripe and juicy, its sweetness coating my tongue.

  I lifted some of the other lids to find fresh croissants and other types of freshly baked bread. Under another was crispy bacon, eggs cooked in every style. There was a type of Mediterranean pasta dish filled with tomatoes that exploded with flavour in my mouth with each bite. The food, like the place, was exquisite.

  I took a long gulp of the iced water that David had poured out for me along with the cup of black coffee. Slowly the headache was subsiding and for that I was grateful. At least it meant I didn't have to go in search of pain killers.

  David sat in the chair opposite me. He barely touched the food, which made me feel a little guilty but each time I slowed in my eating he shot me a stern look. It was as though he knew I was trying to be dainty about my eating and not appear as famished as I truly was.

  Another knock on the door had me looking from David to the closed white door. He smiled and lifted his hand as though to calm me. "Are you going to be this jumpy every time someone knocks on the door?"

  I let the tension seep out of my shoulders and sat back in the chair. "No, I guess it's a little silly." He grinned at me and popped a piece of croissant into his mouth before standing and heading for the door.

  I chewed the piece of bacon I had picked up carefully as I listened to David answer the door. His voice grew quieter as though trying to stop me from picking up on what he was saying. Eventually I heard him blowing out a large breath of air and he stepped back into the room.

  Another man followed him. He was tall with dark hair that was greying around the temples in a sort of Richard Gere-esque style. He was extremely handsome and he carried himself with an air of importance. But that wasn't what really drew my attention. What caught my eye as he moved into the centre of the room was the large gun I could see in a shoulder holster under his suit jacket.

  Menace seemed to roll off this man in waves and I shrank back against the chair in an attempt to go unnoticed. His eyes raked over the room, taking in every aspect of it before they came to rest on me.

  His eyes were the colour of cold steel and I shivered involuntarily. This was the type of man that you didn't mess with. If he asked me anything I would immediately be compelled to answer truthfully. Fear did wonders for getting the truth out of people.

  "And you are?" His voice was deep but not gruff as I had expected it to be. Instead it was smooth and flowed over the words easily. It was the type of accent that could have come from anywhere and nowhere in particular. The perfect serial killer voice, I thought, shocking even myself.

  "Carrie... I'm Carrie, David's secretary." I stumbled over my words in an attempt to get them out fast enough. David had disappeared from the room into one of the many rooms off the main area. I was completely alone with this stranger.

  "Secretary." He echoed my word and managed to sound entirely unconvinced by it. "You seem to be a little comfortable to be a secretary... If you were my secretary I wouldn't allow you..."

  David re-entered the room cutting off the man. "Carrie, take no notice of Aaron. He likes to pretend he's a bully when really he's a complete softie." David emphasised his point by walking up behind the man and ruffling his dark hair.

  Aaron ducked out of David's touch and spun around in an attempt to catch David's hand. He missed him by mere centimetres, David dodging out of the taller man's grasping attempts.

  I watched them, bemused as they continued to tussle for a few minutes more before stopping. They were both breathing a little heavier but their smiles were wide and very genuine. The smile on Aaron's face transformed him completely. Suddenly he wasn't so intimidating.

  "Carrie, this is my brother, Aaron. Older brother and certainly neither wiser nor more handsome." David grinned and once again I caught a glimpse of the man beneath the facade he enjoyed putting in place.

  I stood and pulled the robe more tightly around my body before extending my hand towards him. He grinned and gripped my hand firmly. His hand was large enough to wrap around my much smaller one twice if he so wished it.

  "Sorry about earlier. I can't help teasing. It's just my way of having a little fun. This one here is always so serious," he said, jerking his thumb back towards David.

  I couldn't help but smile at that description, it was perfectly accurate. It seemed Aaron knew his brother very well.

  "It's fine. I'm just a little overwhelmed by everything here..."

  Aaron smiled sympathetically at me. "Is this one treating you properly? I know what he is like sometimes. All business and he forgets about life's real pleasures."

  David moved up beside his brother and punched him playfully in the arm. "I'm here, aren't I?"

  "Yeah, but honestly would you be here if Robert wasn't?" Aaron's voice had lost its teasing tone and I watched the exchange between the brothers with interest.

  "I'd have come to bring Carrie here. She needs to see this sort of place. The club was a bit of a bust..."

  "Oh?" Aaron returned his teasing gaze to me and I felt my cheeks heating up.

  "Not that it's any of your business, Aaron," David warned. "I want Carrie to relax and enjoy herself. She deserves it." David smiled at me then. It was one that lifted my heart and sped up my pulse. I couldn't help myself and I smiled back. I was sure I looked like an idiot standing there in a fluffy bathrobe grinning from ear to ear.

  Aaron
's gaze seemed to move between us and something crossed his face that I couldn't put my finger on. But whatever it was he began to nod sagely as though he understood exactly what was happening. It was as though he understood what I didn't and I longed to ask him to explain to me what was going on.

  "Well, if Carrie doesn't mind, I'd like to borrow you for a little while."

  I smiled at him and nodded. "Not at all. I think I'm going to have a lie down anyway."

  David's smile slipped and was replaced with concern. "Are you ill? Do you need anything? I can get a doctor."

  I burst out laughing and David's expression looked both surprised and hurt. But I couldn't help it.

  "I'm fine, really. I just need to chill out and relax like you said. I think it's after everything I'm a bit knackered."

  He nodded but continued to look concerned. Aaron touched his arm, dragging his attention from me and back to him. "We need to discuss the deal. We need to ensure that we have Robert exactly where we need him. I don't want any mistakes. He has been a thorn in our sides for far too long."

  "Our sides? Don't you mean my side? I'm the one constantly dealing with him. It was my business he threatened."

  "Yes and all the more reason to ensure that his father is entirely on our side before proceeding."

  I stood and watched the two men bickering for a few minutes more before turning and making my way to the bedroom. I found a remote on the bedside locker and used it to close the curtains. When the room was swamped in complete darkness I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back.

  My mind insisted on playing back over everything that had happened. Being with David was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Of that I was certain. Part of me worried about what would happen once the week was up. What if he didn't want to continue on with the relationship? What if for him a week of fun was all he wanted? How would I handle the rejection when it was all over?

  I closed my eyes against the thoughts. I didn't want to think of it. I wanted to simply enjoy what I had and be in the here and now. Dwelling on might bes and what ifs was a pointless exercise.