The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One)

by Cerys du Lys

  I felt calm and relaxed, but my hands kept shaking. Almost jittery, like I'd drank too much coffee and was suffering for it. When the elevator came, dinging its arrival, I stumbled inside and braced myself against the back wall. No one else was here with me. The doors closed, but without directions on where to go, the elevator stayed put.

  I finally hit the button for the floor I wanted. Leaning against the wall, I watched the numbers pass by above the door as I rose past floor after floor. It was late, but not too late, so apparently no one was using the elevators right now; not time to go home, but every time sensitive issue involving walking through the office had already been dealt with.

  The elevator chimed my arrival and the doors slid open. No one was coming in, so I scurried out and into the open hallway. Nothing. Strange? This didn't seem right, but I blamed it on my anxiety more than anything else. Just an excuse, Jessika, I told myself. Why are you making excuses? Go and do this and be done with it.

  I hurried down the hallway, nearly tripping on the carpets. To Solomon's office, fast, quicker, my heels thudding against the carpeted floor in frenzied strikes. Once I arrived, I nearly opened the door without thinking.

  "Calm down!" I hissed to myself. Then I knocked on the door to Solomon Royce's office.

  Nothing. No one. I waited and knocked again, but no one answered. When I knocked a third time with still no answer, I decided it was safe. Twisting the knob to his office, hoping beyond hope he hadn't locked the door before he left, I winced and expected the worst.

  The door opened easily enough. I pushed inwards and stepped inside. The light in the corner, the one I needed to look under, lit up the room. No one was inside though, nothing unusual. I scampered in, closed the door behind me, and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Well, that was easy. What was I worried about? And, anyways, it wasn't like something could happen. I knew this, but I'd gotten myself worked up and nervous anyways. What would Solomon do? I'd warded off his advances before, so I could do it again. And his usual assistant, Daphne? I had no idea who she was, but I doubted she'd be an issue.

  With all that settled, no longer panicking, I hurried to the lamp. When I went to lift it up and steal whatever lay beneath it, it wouldn't budge. I pulled harder, yanking on the thing, but no. Checking carefully, I noticed it was bolted into the floor. Nothing too high tech, just screws, but who did that? I didn't have a screwdriver, either.

  Solomon must have one, in his desk or something. How else would he fit something under the lamp? Maybe he wanted to just leave it there, but I doubted it. Rushing to his desk, I opened the drawers and rifled through his belongings. It didn't take long to find a tiny screwdriver, so my hunch must have been right.

  And then I went to do what needed to be done. Unscrewing the screws, I left them on the side of the carpet and then lifted up the base of the lamp. Hidden beneath it I found a small USB flash drive. I grabbed it, tossed it into the front pocket of my shirt, and started screwing the base of the lamp back into the floor.

  Before I finished, I heard someone at the door. Argh! Could I not get a break? Oh well, it didn't matter. I swept the rest of the screws, along with the screwdriver, under the couch and got up. Whomever it was, I'd just run right past them, make up some excuse, apologize for being here because I must have had the wrong room, then leave.

  That all mostly went according to plans, except when Solomon entered his own office. Before I could hurry past him, apologizing for intruding and telling him my excuse, he grabbed my forearm and pulled me back in. Closing the door behind him, he pushed the button on the knob to lock it, then hauled me to his couch.

  "You, again," he said, smiling. "To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?"

  I murmured my answer, the words coming out in a garbled mess of nonsense.

  "What?" he asked. "Speak up. Calm down."

  I repeated myself. "I'm sorry, Mr. Royce. I must have had the wrong room."

  "What were you looking for?" he asked.

  "The weekly reports," I muttered. "Joel Newgood asked me to get them for him."

  "Did he?"

  "Yes. I thought he said they'd be on your desk, and since you weren't here I figured it wouldn't be any trouble if I just grabbed them, but..."

  "Joel Newgood went on vacation yesterday," Solomon said. "He won't be back for two weeks."

  I stared at Solomon blankly. Was he serious, or trying to catch me in a lie? The look on his face seemed deadly serious, but I really had no way to tell. Either way, I didn't belong here. I could deny it, continue on with my false excuse, and dig myself deeper, or...

  Or what? I had no other options.

  "I've been thinking about you," Solomon said. "The other day, on the couch. Do you remember, Jessika?"

  I gulped and nodded. "Yes, sir."

  He squeezed my arm in his fingers, leaving thin red marks, then threw me onto the couch. "I'd like to re-enact that little scene, if you don't mind. I wasn't entirely satisfied with your work performance then, and I think you owe me something."

  I stammered. "I-I, no, it's... I don't feel comfortable with that."

  "Why are you really here?" he asked.

  "I was trying to do my job," I said, sticking with some general excuse. Joel Newgood or not, I still looked like I worked here.

  "You realize, Jessika, that everyone's left for the day. Almost everyone, that is. Mr. Landseer decided to allow a rare early leave from work to celebrate an especially sweet accomplishment. Landseer Enterprises has just made a deal with another company that's previously been very reluctant to work with us. The future is looking bright."

  "No one told me," I whimpered. Trying to escape his seething gaze, I pressed myself against the back of the cool leather couch.

  "That's funny. First, no one told you that Joel Newgood went on vacation, and next no one told you that you could've left the office a bit over an hour ago? That's quite a coincidence, don't you think?"

  I shook my head. "I don't know. I'm sorry."

  "I think you wanted to be here for some other reason. I think you saw something you liked when you were my assistant the other day, and you decided to wait until the other office workers left so you could sneak in and grab it. Was it the perfume? Sweet, isn't it? Unfortunately I've already given it away. To my lover."

  I remembered now. Of course I knew of the perfume, the citrusy smelling one with a hint of vanilla and something else, but I realized now that I knew it from two places. Solomon's office, yes, but then I'd smelled it on Beatrice that night, too. When she wore it, it must have settled and mixed with her natural scent, giving it a slightly different aroma. Still, I should have recognized it!

  If I did, if... What? There was nothing I could do.

  "I," Solomon said, "have a wonderful idea. Let's forget all about this. I don't want to get you into trouble, you know. I'm sure we can come up with a better solution, one that works in both of our favors."

  "Yes." I nodded fast. "Yes, let's do that."

  And then he was on me. His mouth latched onto mine and he pressed himself atop me on the couch. Caught off guard, I stared at him in shock. Only when he'd managed to undo half of the buttons on my blouse did I regain some of my composure.

  "Solomon!" I said through his kisses. "What are you...?"

  "Quiet, whore," he said. "That's what you're going to be if you don't want me to expose you as a thief and have you fired on the spot. Just stay quiet and enjoy this, or I will completely ruin any chance you have at working for Landseer Enterprises in the future. Not just that, but I have contacts in many places. Please don't make me do that to you."

  He continued unbuttoning my shirt while I tried to slap his hands away. Forceful and with no regard for me or my thoughts, he grabbed my hands in one arm and thrust them over my head, pinning them to the wall behind his office couch. With his free hand, he yanked open my blouse and admired my bra-covered breasts.

  "Nice," he said. "I wish you were more cooperative. I'd like to take off the rest of your
clothes, but I'm afraid you're just going to do or say something unnecessary."

  "Please," I said. "You can't do..."

  Before I could say more, he spread my legs open and jammed his hand between my thighs. I sputtered and coughed, surprised at the suddenness of it. Without a care in the world, Solomon pulled aside my panties and palmed my bare, hot sex.

  "Mmm," he said. "You're so warm. Not wet, yet, but I'll fix that. You'll get into the mood very fast."

  He moved his hand and I tried to scream, but before I could he shoved me onto the couch. Disoriented, I blinked away my surprise and tried to recompose myself. Before I could, he heaved himself on top of me and pinned me to the couch, covering my mouth with his hand.

  "Don't scream," he said. "Just accept this. You know you want it. I felt your heat and your passion. You're struggling, but that's all a part of the game, isn't it?"

  I only saw his eyes, his face, up close and blocking my view of everything else. What I heard frightened me, though. A zipper, his, coming undone. He ostensibly fumbled with his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling out his cock. He pulled my thighs apart, ready to drive himself into me, and...

  "Ahem!" someone said from the doorway.

  Solomon panicked and jumped to his feet, up and away from me, off of me. He stood at attention and looked to the figure standing in his office doorway, calmly replacing his shaft inside his pants and zipping them up.

  Asher Landseer. It was Asher. I blinked away tears, ashamed at myself, and hurried to button up my blouse. Asher stared at me, frowning, looking so very disappointed.

  "I see you've found my assistant," Asher said. "Thank you, Solomon. I wasn't sure where she'd gone off to."

  "Your assistant?" Solomon asked, brow furrowed. "She said she was helping Joel Newgood."

  "She must have been confused. I told her to go to Joel's office."

  "For what?" Solomon asked, suspicious.

  "The weekly reports? What else would she go there for?"

  Solomon cursed under his breath and stomped his foot on the carpet. "This isn't what it looks like, Asher. I thought she was off the clock. She was coming on to me rather strong."

  "She does that," Asher said. "She doesn't mean to, though. We're working on it. Right, Jessika?"

  I staggered to my feet and nodded, nearly in tears. "Yes, I'm sorry. I was mistaken. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to do it."

  Solomon brushed it off, scoffing. "I don't care, really. Just tell her to keep her hormones in check next time."

  Asher nodded. "Of course. Sorry for the inconvenience."

  With that, as I stumbled towards the door, towards Asher, he grabbed me. Asher pulled me out of Solomon's office, glaring and gritting his teeth. We left without closing the door, and a moment later I heard it slam shut. Looking down the hallway while Asher dragged me along, I saw Solomon walking the other way, away from us.

  "My fucking God," Asher said, barely above a whisper. "You. Are. Seriously... My fucking God!"

  "I'm so sorry," I said, sobbing. Tears streamed down my face. "I'm so sorry, Asher. I'm so sorry."

  I lost track of my sense of self. It felt like we walked through Landseer Tower forever. This is where I started, and this is where I would always be. There was no more or no less than this, ever.

  Halfway through walking, turning over his shoulder to see if anyone could see us, Asher paused. I cried harder, unsure what else to do. Asher ignored it, ignored me, and picked me up. Cradling me in his arms like some child, he carried me the rest of the way to his office.

  "The door?" he asked, patient and kind. I reached out and fumbled with it, barely managing to open it. Asher kicked it the rest of the way open, then kicked it shut with the heel of his foot after he scooped me inside. Setting me on the floor, he began pacing back and forth.

  "You're so reckless!" he yelled. "Why would you do that? What were you thinking? With Solomon Royce, no less? I don't even understand!"

  "I didn't flirt with him," I said, shoving aside my tears with the sleeves of my blouse. "I swear, I didn't! I didn't want to do that, Asher. I promise. He... he was forcing me. He was trying to blackmail me. I..."

  "Shh," Asher said. He pulled me into his arms. "Shh, I know. Jeremy told me. I came to get you. The door was locked. You shouldn't do that. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you."

  I dove into him, pressing my face into his chest. I twisted my head around and listened to his heartbeat; a minor comfort while I drenched his shirt with my tears. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

  "I love you," he said without warning. "Jessika, I love you. I know I shouldn't. This is so strange. But, I do. I don't want anything to happen to you. You can't do something like that again. I don't care what the reason is. Please, promise me."

  "I promise," I said. "I'm sorry. I... I love you, Asher."

  When I said this, something changed. I don't know if it was mental, physical, or another feeling entirely, but I felt better, like I'd suddenly become a better person. I was still worried, nervous, and scared after what had happened in Solomon Royce's office, but I wasn't sure if any of that mattered. I didn't think it did as long as I was here with Asher.

  He held me in his arms, squeezed me tight and embraced everything I was. I needed more, though.

  My hands reached for the buttons of his shirt and I undid them one by one. Asher watched me while I worked fastidiously, quiet and contemplative. Once I finished undoing all of his buttons, I pressed my cheek against the warmth of his chest and leaned against him. Just like that. Forever.

  Asher urged my chin up with the barest touch from his fingertips. I looked at him, relished his touch and his gaze, wanting all of it. I needed it to forget, to become who I was and who I should be. I wasn't a whore, or some meek secretary, or a plaything for the likes of Solomon Royce.

  I was Jessika. Strong, determined, maybe a little unsure with some confidence issues, but I was me and Asher understood and accepted that.

  Gently, like a true lover, he pressed his lips to mine. I opened my mouth slightly, feeling the light warmth of his breath passing over my lips and tickling my tongue. I couldn't stand it for long, though. I wanted him—desperately needed him—so badly, and I think he needed me, too.

  We kissed, a frantic, awkward affair. I struggled to pull his shirt off, slipping it over his arms, while he refused to let go of the buttons of my shirt until he'd undone every single one. In a pause, some transcendent moment of love, we watched each other as we pulled off our shirts. The hesitation only lasted for a moment more after that.

  Asher grabbed me, pulled me towards him. I went willingly, holding onto him. My fingernails pressed into his back and I rubbed my chest against his abs, feeling my nipples harden and tingle beneath the fabric of my bra. Not for long, though, as Asher, like some wild beast, nearly ripped my bra in two before figuring out the latch in the back and removing it. Bared for him to see, and him alone, I languished in his desire.

  He coaxed me away, pushing gently so he could admire me. Shy and reserved, I stood there, letting him openly ogle my breasts. Should I remove my skirt? I didn't know, wasn't sure, but I decided to go for it. I unzipped the back, blushing, coy, and shimmied out of it.

  "You're so beautiful," Asher said.

  He stepped towards me, looming above me, like I was a passerby on the street and he was the embodiment of Landseer Tower itself. Then he knelt down in front of me and I was the tall one now.

  "Asher?" I was about to ask, but he stopped me before I finished. Not with a word or a shush, but with his lips on my sensitive nipple. He took my pleasure nub in his mouth and circled around it with his tongue, teasing and tempting me. I gasped at the wet heat of his lips on my bare flesh and my arms circled behind his head instinctively.

  Somehow I managed to stand for longer than two seconds, which seemed impossible considering how shaky my legs felt. After, though, I crumpled, toppled, nearly fell to the floor except Asher caught me. Mouth never leaving my nipple,
he cupped my panty-clad behind in one hand while he held my back with the other, easing me onto the floor.

  I lay there on the floor, rapt, completely and utterly his. Absolutely. He flicked his tongue across my nipple, tormenting me with pleasure. I moaned and gasped and whispered his name.

  "I need you, Asher, please," I said, though I didn't actually know what I was saying or why I was saying it. It just seemed like the right thing, the proper words.

  He looped a finger into the waistband of my panties and peeled them away from my sex and down my legs. I didn't realize how aroused I was until he mentioned it.

  Grinning, he said, "You're so wet. You're underwear's clinging to your body."

  With a slight reprieve from his tongue on my breast, I managed to convince myself to look lower. It was true; my panties were practically soaked with my arousal for him.

  "I want you," I said. "I want you so badly."

  "Shh," he said, covering my mouth with his hand.

  He covered my crotch with his other hand, pressing against me. I bucked, unexpectant, against his palm, pleasuring myself against him.

  "Calm down," he said. "Shh." He kissed me, slow and soft.

  His words were at odds with his actions. He wanted me calm, but then why did he push two fingers inside of me? His hand cupped my sex, his palm keeping me pleasantly warm, while his two fingers delved deep into my slit. No nonsense, no teasing, he curled them and went straight for the rough flesh of my g-spot. I thrashed, my lower body becoming a thing of its own, while he kissed me and coaxed me to calm down.

  "I can't," I whispered. "Asher, no, please don't do this. I want you. I can't calm down. Please."

  "Shh," he said, grinning as he kissed me. "Jessika, calm down."

  I kicked my legs against him, but he ignored that. I didn't want to hurt him, because I still had my heels on, but... I couldn't calm down. My God! Did he really think that was possible? He pushed me higher, harder, fingers expertly goading me towards orgasm. When I thought I might be able to calm down, to listen to him and relax and fight against the pleasure he wanted to induce in me, he completely destroyed that idea.