The Billionaire's Submissive Secretary: Books 1-5

by Lestrange, Pascaline

  The Billionaire’s Submissive Secretary

  Books 1-5

  Pascaline Lestrange

  Copyright© 2015 PASCALINE LESTRANGE

  All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without express written permission of the copyright holder. This book contains sexually explicit content which is suitable only for mature adults.

  THE BILLIONAIRE’S SUBMISSIVE SECRETARY: BOOKS 1-5

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  The Billionaire’s Submissive Secretary: First Encounters

  Book 1

  He had gone through ten agency approved secretaries in the last three months. Lena was too aggressive, Verity was too flighty, Anna too meek, Yolanda too severe, Imogen seemed to only be there to seduce him. None of them suited him. His business or his tastes.

  Carey Jones allowed himself to slump behind his desk for a moment, crumpling his suit, before drawing himself up and running a hand through his jet black hair. He scowled down at the unopened file in front of him and shoved it aside as a knock sounded on his door.

  “Yes?” he called irritably.

  “Hello?”

  Carey looked up sharply at the very masculine voice. His eyebrows rose as he took in the man before him. Tall, almost as tall as him, with soft looking dirty blonde curls that framed mischievous looking bright blue eyes.

  “Hello?” the man repeated, “I’m here to see Carey Jones?”

  Carey stood slowly, drawing himself up to his full height, and walked from behind his desk. His eyebrows rose higher as he noticed the man surreptitiously looking him up and down.

  “You’re from the agency?” he demanded, eyes travelling over the man in front of him.

  “Brandon Keene,” the man held out his hand with a nod, “Here to serve,” he finished with a sly smile.

  “Here to serve?” Carey’s mouth quirked up slightly, “My secretaries aren’t normally quite so eager. Or so forward.”

  “Perhaps you’ve been requesting the wrong kind of secretaries, sir,” Brandon’s eyes danced as they roamed all over Carey’s lean frame.

  Perhaps, indeed. Carey’s smile turned slightly wolfish. He gestured towards the stack of file boxes on the floor.

  “I need those sorted and moved into their respective caseloads. They’re labelled. You’ll need to take off your jacket to do it.”

  Not a question. Not a request. An order.

  Brandon’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he nodded, “Sir.”

  He took his jacket off and carefully laid it over a chair before beginning to work. Carey watched the muscles in his arms and back bulge against his shirt. He idly tapped his pen against his desk as he watched.

  “Stop.”

  Brandon froze, then straightened, turning to Carey and folding his hands behind his back, “Sir?”

  Carey smiled, a full smile, “Oh,” he said, delighted, “You have been well trained, haven’t you?”

  Colour crept up Brandon’s cheeks, “I believe so, sir.”

  He gestured, “Take off your shirt, then go back to what you were doing.”

  Brandon bowed his head, “Yes, sir.”

  Carey hummed appreciatively, cock swelling in his pants, as he watched the toned muscles ripple and flex in Brandon’s back. He could hear Brandon’s breath pick up. A smile crossed Carey’s face when Brandon turned, arms straining as he carried box after box. Brandon’s pants bulged at the crotch. Following Carey’s orders had aroused him.

  Good.

  “Stop.”

  Brandon straightened and folded his hands behind his back once more. His breathing came quickly and his cheeks were flushed. Carey grinned at him.

  “Were the boxes so heavy?” he teased.

  Brandon flushed harder, “No, sir,” he shifted, trying to hide his erection.

  Carey stood up from his desk and walked around to lean against it, knees splayed slightly, showing Brandon how hard he was. Brandon swallowed, unconsciously licking his lips.

  “Don’t hide,” Carey told him, “Let me see.”

  Brandon stood still, showing Carey how his erection strained against his pants. Carey met his eyes.

  “You’re here to serve?”

  Brandon nodded, “Yes, sir.”

  “You’re here to serve my every need?”

  A shudder ran through Brandon, his cock twitching at the thought, “Yes. Please. Yes, sir.”

  “Show me,” Carey gestured, “Strip. Let me see you.”

  Brandon slid his pants and boxers off, hissing as his hand brushed over his hard length. Carey pushed himself away from his desk and walked in a slow circle around him, inspecting him. He brushed a hand over Brandon’s stomach, mouth lifting at the corner as the muscles twitched under his hand. He grabbed firmly at Brandon’s ass. Brandon pushed back into his hand, biting down on a moan.

  “Knees,” Carey let go and walked to stand in front of him.

  Brandon dropped to his knees without a sound. Carey cupped his dick through his pants, hissing with how much he wanted. How much he needed to just take Brandon and own him. He pulled his belt loose and dropped his pants to his knees, freeing his rock hard dick. He stroked it lightly, rubbing a thumb over the head when he saw Brandon’s pupils dilate with lust.

  “Come here,” Carey growled, “No hands. Just take it.”

  Brandon couldn’t stop the moan that pushed from his lips. He scrambled forward on his knees, hands locked behind his back. He moaned louder when Carey’s hands found his hair and pulled him sharply towards his dick. Brandon went eagerly, sucking the head of Carey’s cock into his mouth. He laved his tongue over the head, moaning when Carey’s fingers twisted in hair.

  “Can you take it all?” Carey’s voice was hoarse with arousal, “I think you can.”

  Brandon whined high in his throat and nodded as best he could. He pushed forward, taking more and more of Carey’s hard length into his mouth. He swallowed, eyes watering, and took Carey deep into his throat, burying his nose in Carey’s rough pubes. Carey pulled sharply on his hair, holding him there, until Brandon’s lungs burned, before pulling him off to let him gasp a few harsh breaths, then forcing him back down onto his dick.

  “Good boy,” Carey groaned through gritted teeth, “Taking it so good.”

  He fucked Brandon’s mouth, using him, taking him. Owning him. And through it all, Brandon moaned, hips twitching futilely into the air. Chased his dick with his mouth when Carey pulled away. He was so close. And Brandon was just going to take it. Carey wrenched Brandon back by his hair, ignoring his protesting groan and began to stroke himself hard.

  “Close your eyes,” Carey groaned hoarsely, “I want to come all over your face.”

  Brandon’s eyes snapped shut even as his hips jerked almost frantically, “Sir. Please. Yes. I need it. I need it. Come on me. Mark me. Make me yours, sir.”

  The words were too much for Carey. He came hard, ropes of thick white come spurting across Brandon’s face, striping across his chin, his nose and into his panting mouth. He wiped the head of his dick clean across Brandon’s cheek and tucked himself back into his pants, redoing his belt. Carey reached out a thumb, swiping it through the come on Brandon’s face and pressing it into his mouth. Brandon groaned, suckling at it eagerly.

  “Would you like to come, Brandon?” Carey’s voice was rough and orgasm slow.

  “Yes. Sir, please. Please, may I come?” Brandon’s hips c
ontinued to twitch, his eyes, almost all pupil, fixed on Carey’s face.

  “Stand up. Bend over the desk.”

  Brandon was up and moving almost before the words had left Carey’s mouth. He bent himself double over the desk, a shudder running through him as his cock brushed against the lush wood surface. He twitched slightly when Carey pressed a hand to the small of his back, running a warm palm up his spine and over his shoulders.

  “Arms up,” Carey told him, before moving his arms to where he wanted them, so that Brandon was gripping the edge of the desk.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  Brandon did as he was bid, flushing when he realised how on display he must look. How willing, how wanton.

  “Good,” the hand was back, running slowly down his spine and over the curves of his ass, “Good boy.”

  Brandon moaned, hitching a breath as one slick finger slid between his cheeks to press over his entrance teasingly, “Sir. Please. Oh God, please, sir.”

  The moan turned into something deeper and more wanton as the finger pressed inside him. Brandon pushed back into Carey’s hand.

  “You can take more,” Carey’s voice brooked no argument.

  “I need more, sir. I need it,” Brandon begged, fucking his hips back.

  Carey pressed another finger inside him, stretching him, crooking his fingers and striking his prostate unerringly. Brandon whined high in his throat, hands scrabbling at the edge of the desk. A third slick finger entered him, stretching him wider. Carey fucked him hard with his fingers, pressing Brandon down against the desk when he arched.

  “Please! Please sir!” Brandon cried out hoarsely.

  Carey kept fucking him relentlessly, “Please what? Beg for what you want.”

  “Oh God, sir. Please! Please let me come!” Brandon wailed under the onslaught of pleasure.

  Carey hummed in approval, “Good boy. You take it so well. Will you take my cock this well?”

  “Yes, sir. Yes. I need it. I need your cock.”

  “I thought you needed to come?” Carey teased, “Which is it, Brandon? Do you need to come or do you need my cock?”

  Brandon’s only response was a heartfelt groan. Carey took pity on him.

  “I’m going to fuck you very soon, Brandon. My cock will stretch you far better than my fingers will,” Carey purred in his ear, still relentlessly driving against his prostate, “I’ll put you on your back and spread you open. Make you beg. Fuck you until you come on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up with my come. Mark you. Own you.”

  “Please, sir!” Brandon’s voice was almost a sob.

  “Do it!” Carey’s voice was a harsh command that Brandon was helpless against.

  Brandon groaned and shuddered, coming hard across the desk and his own abs, before slumping forward. He moaned weakly when Carey pulled his fingers free and twitched lightly when they were wiped along his back.

  “Good boy,” Carey murmured in his ear, pressing his lips against Brandon’s shoulder, “Clean yourself up and come up to my bedroom. Don’t bother putting your clothes back on.”

  Another shudder ran through Brandon, who nodded against the desk, “Yes, sir,” he said hoarsely, pushing himself up to stand on shaky legs.

  Carey let his eyes roam over him. Brandon looked wrecked. He looked utterly debauched. He looked owned. Carey smiled at him.

  “You were so good, Brandon. Hurry upstairs.”

  He turned and left the room, confident that Brandon would follow. Once in his bedroom, Carey stripped out of his suit, changing instead into a well worn pair of cotton sleep pants. He left his well toned chest bare. He let himself slump into an armchair and tip his head back, waiting for Brandon with closed eyes. He didn’t wait long, Brandon’s sharp intake of breath when he walked into the room enough to make Carey smile and lift his head.

  “How are you feeling, Brandon?”

  Brandon smiled back, “Good, sir. Thank you.”

  Carey let his eyes roam over Brandon’s naked form, idly palming over his cock through his pants, “I didn’t hurt you at all?”

  Brandon swallowed, “No, sir. I wanted it. I needed it.”

  “What else do you need?” Carey smiled, letting his legs spread wider so he could play with his sac before rubbing over his cock again.

  Brandon felt his own cock swell quickly, “I… I need you, sir.”

  “I’m right here, Brandon,” Carey lifted his hips and pushed his pants down, kicking them away, now gloriously naked, “Tell me what you need.”

  “Your cock, sir,” Brandon all but groaned, his own dick now hard against his abs, “I need you to fuck me. Please, sir.”

  Carey stood and stalked over to Brandon, fisting a hand in his hair and kissing Brandon hard. He dominated the kiss, fucking his tongue into Brandon’s mouth until Brandon moaned and pressed himself against Carey’s chest. Carey pulled away, nipping at Brandon’s bottom lip as he did.

  He reached down and lightly stroked Brandon’s hard length, “You want is so bad, don’t you? You need it. You’re desperate.”

  Brandon dropped his head onto Carey’s shoulder, thrusting into Carey’s fist, “Yes. Yes, sir. I need it. I need you.”

  Carey took his hand away and pushed lightly at Brandon’s shoulder, “On the bed. On your back,” he slapped Brandon’s ass hard as he scrambled to obey.

  Brandon all but threw himself onto the bed. He flipped over onto his back, eyes fixed on Carey and very deliberately spread his legs wide. Carey took in the sight as he walked towards him. He ran a hand up Brandon’s leg, over a hip, up his abs and chest to his shoulder. He pushed Brandon’s arms up and curled his hands around the headboard.

  “Keep them there,” Carey’s hand came down to cup a cheek, “Make all the noise you like, pull on them all you like, but don’t move them from where I’ve put them. Understand?”

  Brandon frowned, blinking dazed eyes, “But…”

  He raised an eyebrow, “Something to say, Brandon?”

  Brandon’s mouth snapped shut. He shook his head, “No. No, sir.”

  Carey palmed over his cock, voice dropping almost to a purr, “I didn’t think so.”

  He stroked himself lightly, eyes going heavy lidded. He grinned down at Brandon and climbed onto the bed, kneeling over him.

  “Hello, sweet thing,” he leaned forward, straddling Brandon’s hips, holding himself just out of reach as Brandon arched.

  Brandon shuddered, “Hello, sir,” his voice was hoarse, eyes getting ever more dazed.

  “Are you still stretched from before?” Carey dragged a thumb over one of Brandon’s nipples, making him hiss, “Do I need to fuck you on my fingers first?”

  Brandon groaned again, pulling at his restraints, “No, sir. Just… please.”

  “Please what?” Carey raised an eyebrow, not even bothering to feign innocence, “Please suck my dick, sir? Please fuck me, sir?” he flicked lightly at Brandon’s nipple, making him whine high in his throat, “Ohhhh… I know. Please let me suck your dick, sir. Is that it?”

  Brandon let out a noise like he’d been punched, “Please!”

  “Which one?” Carey bent his head and bit lightly at Brandon’s neck.

  “I…God. Fuck me! Fuck me, sir, please!” Brandon arched, trying to get some contact.

  Carey bit lightly at his jaw, “Good choice.”

  He slid a hand into Brandon’s hair, pulling tight, and pressed their mouths together. He kissed Brandon hard, keeping a tight grip on his hair until he felt Brandon shudder and go pliant beneath him. Carey smiled into a slightly softer kiss and nosed along his jaw, pressing biting kisses down his throat. He grinned, a little wickedly, at Brandon and slid down his body. He paused, biting gently at each of Brandon’s nipples, enjoying the high whine it pulled unwillingly from his throat. Carey stopped, kneeling between Brandon’s spread legs. He bit down hard on Brandon’s hipbone.

  Brandon yelled, arching up. Carey’s grin turned a little dark, he licked over the bitemarks, soothing the skin. He s
moothed his hands up and down Brandon’s thighs, trying to quiet the trembling in them. He slid a hand up to Brandon’s heaving chest, rubbing softly, until Brandon melted into the touch, heavy and pliant.

  “You’re doing so well, sweet thing, so good for me.”

  Brandon shuddered, a dazed smile flitting across his face. He hummed lightly, pressing into Carey’s hand on his chest. Carey nuzzled gently against his thigh, pressing his mouth to the crease of Brandon’s hip. Then, with a quick glance up at Brandon’s dazed face, he licked up the underside of Brandon’s cock, sucking the head into his mouth.