At the Billionaire’s Pleasure 2
Bound by Him
BDSM Billionaire Series
By M.G. Morgan
Copyright 2012 M.G. Morgan
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David’s fingers deftly pulled the ribbons tighter on the corset. I could feel the air in my lungs being pushed up and out of my chest. If he tightened it much more I wasn’t going to be able to breathe at all.
“It’s very tight.” My voice had gone up a few octaves.
He tugged the ribbons again as though to show me he was in control.
“It’s supposed to be tight. We wouldn’t want you spilling out of it now, would we?” He pressed his lips against my ear as he spoke and my knees grew weak. What was it about this man that caused me to have such a visceral reaction?
One last tug on the ribbons and he was done. When he released me my knees threatened to buckle beneath me. Why was I doing this? Was I really this desperate for affection that I was willing to let my boss take me to some strange club dressed like... I glanced in the mirror and all of my negative questioning fled my mind.
My breasts heaved against the red corset making my pale skin shimmer. My legs encased in the leather boots, looked longer than I had ever seen them. There was something different about me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. David moved closer to me and pressed his hands against my naked hips pulling the lower half of my body closer to his. His breath whispered against my neck and I let my eyes flutter shut.
“You are beautiful, Carrie. Don’t ever doubt it.”
He moved away from me and pulled his tie off the edge of the chair and began to carefully re-knot it. His hands were so strong and they moved with such precision. I remembered the feel of them against my body and it brought a flush to my cheeks.
“Finish getting dressed.” His voice had lost all of its warmth and it was back to the commanding dominant tone I was used to.
With hands that shook I gathered up the leather skirt and tugged it up over my hips. The material clung to my skin, moulding against my ass. Every curve was visible and emphasised. I may as well have been naked. The slit exposed every inch of my thigh and each time I moved it opened exposing me a little further.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Carrie. Trust me. You will be wearing far more clothes than some of the others there.”
“Why are you taking me to this place?” I asked finally finding my confidence. David looked confused for a moment. Clearly no one had ever questioned him in the past.
“If I am going to own you. If I am going to take you completely as my submissive, then I need to introduce you to my world. You need to know your place.”
Uncertainty made my blood pump through my body faster. What if I didn’t want to enter into his world? What if I just didn’t fit in and I did something wrong? It wasn’t just my pride at stake but my job and the strange attraction I felt towards David. If I messed up then my whole life was at risk.
As though he could read my mind he lifted his hand and reached out towards me. “Carrie, stop worrying. You will do just fine.”
I moved to him and let him take my hand. His grip was firm and it made me feel safe. If I was going to do this with anyone than he really was the only one who could make me feel as secure as I did.
He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialled a number. “I’m ready for the car now.” His voice was businesslike as he spoke into the phone. He ended the call and pushed it back into his pocket.
“We should go.”
I nodded and gathered up my keys and purse. Nerves swam in my stomach. After tonight how would I face him in the office? I followed him out of the apartment and locked the door. I stumbled once on the stairs and it was his strong arm around my waist that prevented me from tumbling down the steps.
All of my liquid courage from earlier had fled and I was left with a slight headache. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be doing this or not. My legs seemed to have the answer and they carried me forwards and into the large black car that waited at the curb. When I was settled into the back seat David sat beside me. His hand idly skimming in underneath the leather skirt I wore. He traced patterns across my skin simultaneously arousing me and making my nerves worse.
We travelled in silence. There was so much that I wanted to ask him but couldn’t. My brain wouldn’t allow my mouth to form the words and I was afraid that if I did open my mouth gibberish would come out.
I watched the scenery scroll by and tried to keep my nerves under control. Sitting in the back of the car in such close proximity to the man who had just recently been inside me made my tummy squirm. Just thinking about what he had done to me made my breath catch in my throat and I fought to regain control of my lungs.
“Relax, Carrie. You’ll do fine.” He squeezed my thigh reassuringly and my breathing very slowly returned to normal. I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew what he did to me. Did he realise that simply from thinking about the pleasure he had brought me mere hours ago was enough to make me forget how to breathe?
The car slowed to a stop in front of a tall dark building. From the outside I couldn’t see anything to indicate that there was anything inside. My curiosity got the better of me and I stepped out of the car quickly. It seemed whatever went on here was kept very quiet.
David followed me and whispered something to the driver. He returned his attention to me and placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the large dark doors.
A security pad sat on the wall and David swiftly entered a code. A small beep emitted from it and the door popped open. He never said a word to me as he ushered me inside and down the stairs that lay directly in front of the door. I looked up to my right and another staircase caught my eye. It wound upwards into the building but to what I did not know.
“Where does that staircase go?” I asked pointing to the one off to the side.
“To the play rooms and some bedrooms. Some people like to share their submissives, others simply want an audience.”
I swallowed hard. Sex with David was one thing, letting him share me with his friends was a different matter altogether.
“David, I’m not sure this is a good idea...”
My words were cut off as he grabbed my wrist and spun me against the wall. The brick was cold against my exposed flesh but it reminded me of what he had done to me earlier and I grew wet.
“When you’re with me it is not your job to decide what is a good idea and what isn’t. I decide what happens. I’m the one in control, Carrie. You won’t come to any harm, I promise you that. But you must learn to trust me.”
He wrapped his large hand around my throat and squeezed gently. I knew that if he wanted to he could keep tightening his grip until all the air left my lungs and I passed out. He let his other hand wander down to the slit in the leather skirt. Once there he slipped his hand beneath the material and traced his fingers against my wet pussy.
I was turned on. I couldn’t deny it. The fact that he was far more powerful than me. That he controlled me, dominated me made my knees weak and my cunt wet. In that moment I knew that whatever he asked of me I would do it.
My senses returned to me then. What was I doing? Had I lost all of my mind? As though he could sense my indecision David released me. He strode away from me down the stairs without a backwards glance leaving me alone in the dark ha
ll.
“I won’t force you, Carrie. Either you want all that I offer or you don’t. Your choice.” His words bounced back up to me. I listened as a door opened and music poured out onto the staircase. Once it clicked shut silence crawled back around me and I was left alone with my thoughts.
Did I want what he could offer me? What exactly was it that he was offering me anyway? Doubt reared its ugly head and I did my best to crush it down inside me. I took one step back up the stairs and paused. I had come this far, shouldn’t I at least see what David was offering me?
Squaring my shoulders, I started down the stairs. My heart thumped so loudly in my chest I was sure it would break through my ribcage and flop down the stairs in front of me. Reaching the heavy looking black doors I tried to calm my nerves. It was now or never. If I didn’t go in now I would leave and never come back. Part of me wanted to turn and run back up the stairs. When had I become so afraid? When had I become a coward? The thought spurred me on and I flung open the door.
The music washed over me and sucked me in. The heavy beat reminded me of the way David had felt as he thrust into me. Our heaving breathing, moans of ecstasy, and tangled limbs as he fucked me senseless. Music had always evoked such strong emotions within me. But this was much more than just a feeling. Arousal trickled down the inside of my legs as I scanned the crowd.
My body trembled as I searched for the one man who could make everything alright. If I could just find him then he would set me at ease. This was his scene, not mine.
Handsome men in expensive suits populated the room. I could almost smell the money. Women in various states of undress sat on or beside the men. David hadn’t been lying when he had said I would be wearing the most clothes.
A man sat on a large chair nearest to me. A young woman was draped across his lap. She appeared to be naked, except for the silver chain that was loped over her waist and dipped down between the curve of her ass. The man was deep in conversation with another man but his fingers were idly playing and tugging at the silver chain. Every so often she would lift her head and cry out as the man slapped her arse hard enough to leave finger marks. He would then tug on the silver chain and the woman’s expression would once again dissolve back into contented bliss.
My inexperienced mind was in turmoil as I took in the scene before me. With mounting desperation I scanned the room harder trying to catch sight of David. My eyes finally found him, only to discover that he was staring at me. He had watched me take in the club and the couples surrounding me. Knowing he had watched every emotion flit across my face made my stomach do summersaults. Why was this man always two steps ahead of me? Richard had never been like this. Safe and predicable Dick. I giggled a little as I thought of his shortened name.
The sight of a young slender red head leaning in towards David and whispering in his ear caused my stomach to clench uncomfortably. She gestured towards the man who had stepped up to grip her elbow. For a moment I thought she was simply going to leave with the other man. And then something changed.
David turned from me. The look of disgust on his face as he pulled his gaze away from me was enough to make me feel sick. Something I had done, clearly upset him. Had he seen something on my face that had caused him to change his mind?
Tears burned the back of my eyes and throat as he wrapped his arm around the red-head’s waist and towed her towards a dark corner in the back of the club. David had chosen and I repulsed him.
The feel of a man’s large hand on the back of my neck made me jump.
“No collar and no escort? What’s a tasty piece like you doing here all alone?” Normally the sound of the man’s deep growling voice would have caused my knees to weaken. But not tonight. Tonight I felt as though someone had punched me in the gut. Tears threatened to course down my cheeks as I turned and fled.
Slamming into the heavy black door I tried to push it open. I needed to escape. Mortification ate at me as I dashed up the stairs. My ankle twisted beneath me as I slipped on the stairs and collapsed onto my knees. I had been so naive and stupid.
“Are you alright?” The strange man’s voice crawled down my spine as I attempted to dash the tears from my face with the back of my hand.
“I’m fine. Just leave me alone.” I snapped. Anger bubbling to the surface. Yes I was angry at David, but I was furious with myself for behaving like a complete idiot. No doubt he was laughing at how ridiculous I looked with his little red haired beauty.
“Look, your upset. Let me help you. I promise no funny business.” I turned to look up at the handsome blonde man. The small grin that quirked his lips gave him a boyish charm. He was the complete opposite of David in every way. He reached down and took my hand, helping me to my feet. When he touched my hand I felt nothing. Although he was handsome, tall, broad shouldered, with green eyes that twinkled with mischief. I felt nothing towards him. My head was filled with thoughts of David.
“Who were you here with?”
Carrie sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to compose herself. She had made enough of a fool tonight, there was no need to continue on in that vein. Lifting her chin she tossed her dark hair back over her shoulder.
“Who says I was here with anyone?”
The mysterious stranger smiled once more and shook his head. “I say so. Private members club, Doms are the only ones allowed to hold a membership. And as lovely as you are, you are not a Dom. I can see it in the way you hold yourself, you’re a sub. Therefore, you came here with someone.” He leaned in against me as he spoke and the scent of his aftershave overwhelmed my senses. It was spicy and overly showy, I tried not to sneeze. He really was nothing like David. It was in that moment that I realised the feelings I was beginning to have for Ashcroft.
It was impossible. The world didn’t work like that. Only Mills and Boons had people falling in love as quickly as they dropped their knickers. No, I wasn’t in love with David but I certainly felt something towards him and it frightened me.
“Look, I’ll get you a cab. You look as though you’ve had enough for the night.” He wrapped his hand around my waist as he helped me hobble up the stairs. My mind was a million miles away as he helped me outside and flagged down a car. At this point all I wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed. I figured I was entitled to a little self-pity.
“He’s an ass to let you go. If he upsets you this much he doesn’t deserve you.”
I smiled gratefully and sat into the cab. “Thanks. I’m sorry I took you away from the club. You’ve been very sweet.”
He grinned at me again, flashing the boyish charm once more. “Ah the dreaded sweet category. Here was me thinking I was being chivalrous but alas I’m little more than sweet.” He threw some money into the front of the cab and closed the door.
“I didn’t mean...”
He cut me off with a wave of his hand and stepped away from the car. I reeled of the address to the driver and the car pulled away. I turned to watch back at the club. Seconds before the car rounded the corner, David stepped out the door. I watched him speak to the blonde stranger and then turn to watch the cab drive away.
With a sigh of relief I settled back against the seat. A lucky escape. The last thing I wanted to do after witnessing him in the club with the red head was talk to him about the situation.
No I would go home and spend the weekend licking my wounds and mentally preparing myself for Monday. A new job was on the cards. There was no way I could work for Ashcroft after this. My mother had always told me to never mix business and pleasure and she was right.
I swallowed back the tears as I rode home in the back of a taxi for the second time that day. Never again would I allow myself to lose control of myself around a man. Ashcroft with his dominance and strength had seduced me but I was wiser now. The next time I was tempted I would remember what happened the first time. Closing my eyes I settled back against the seat. Only one image haunted me. The way D
avid had pressed his body against mine as he had pinned me beneath his strength. The press of his lips against my neck and the way his eyes burned into mine. With a sigh I opened my eyes and stared out of the window. It would take some time to shake the memory of David Ashcroft.
***
Making it back to my apartment building, I wearily climbed the stairs to my own front door. Finding it unlocked sent shivers down my spine. Standing outside the door I fought with myself over the best course of action. I pulled the leather boots off and held it in front of me. The spiked heel was the perfect weapon for whatever intruder lay inside. Opening the door I crept into the hall.
My eyes wandered across the broken glass and spilled wine from earlier. A warm feeling spread through my belly as I remembered David’s touch. With a shake of my head I cleared my mind of all thoughts of him. He wasn’t here now. Someone else was. The sound of a bottle hitting the counter in the kitchen drew my attention.
As quietly as I could I made my way to the kitchen door and peeked through the gap. The man standing at the counter almost made me drop the stiletto I held. Banging the kitchen door open I watched him jump and it gave me a certain level of satisfaction.
Richard spun around to face me. I could tell from the moment I looked at him that he was drunk, or at least well on the way.
“What are you doing here?” I tried to make my voice sound as icy as possible. I wanted him to know that he wasn’t welcome here. Clearly he had not returned his key like I had asked him to.
He focused his attention on me, his eyes travelling down over my attire. A sneer filled with lust lit his face and unconsciously I took a step back. Several times in the past Richard had tried to “rough up” our sex life. It was not something I had ever been interested in but I had gone along with it.
“Where were you?” There was a slight slur on his words. “I let myself in.” His eyes lingered on my barely contained breasts before sliding down to the slit in my skirt. He licked his lips when he realised just how far up my thigh it revealed. “You never dressed like that when we were together. If you had... Well I might have reconsidered my hasty decision.”
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