His Secret Desire

by Drew Sinclair

  She was too tired to fight back, verbally or otherwise.

  "Turn over." He said in the darkness.

  When Katy complied she was even more grateful for the blackout. She felt how wet she had left the bedspread underneath her. For sure there would be a revealing stain there and if he wasn't sure or not if she had enjoyed his examination, the obvious wet spot would be clear evidence. He already seemed to be in control of her entire life, he didn’t need the additional leverage of knowing that he could control her orgasms as well.

  Now on her back she wondered why lying face down had made her feel so vulnerable. If she had felt denuded and helpless before, she felt like a willing sacrificial virgin now.

  "Put your hands over your head." He said quietly. "Then bend your knees and place the soles of your feet together. Just relax your knees outwards and don’t think about anything."

  Sure. Forget about the toe curling, tongue biting close encounter of the orgasmic kind you just gave me while you spread my legs apart for round two? No problem at all.

  She followed his instructions and in the new position she felt ready to come just lying there, even without any help from the sexual maestro hovering over of her. Her arms stretched over her head made her breasts feel like an offering for his pleasure, her legs folded and opened wide made her feel like a spoiled French courtesan waiting for her King.

  "I'll think about Unix programming source code if you don't mind." She said, picking the un-sexiest thing she could find to occupy her mind.

  One orgasm per physical examination, she decided, was her limit.

  Clayton gave a soft grunt and then closed her wrists together over her head with one hand while he began to trace out the lines of her arms with the other. As he came close to her exposed and smooth under arms it became harder for her to stay still. Then his finger continued the journey along her collar bones where he had left off earlier. From there he traced a line down between her breasts and across her abdomen, just lightly passing into the shallow dip of her navel and then continuing his journey all the way down to her pubic bone.

  Her back arched sharply as his finger entered lightly into her trimmed pubic hair and her legs spread out rigid and straight on the bed.

  "Wow." he said. "I'm jealous of that Unix programming source code."

  "Fuck off." She hissed. "You know exactly what you're doing to me. This is all just a part of your sick little game."

  "A sick little game that you enjoyed enough to soak my bedspread you little pervert. Now come on, put your legs back in the position I asked for. Stop being so disobedient or we'll be here all night."

  She slid her legs back into the position and felt her clit throb in anticipation as her legs opened up again. He had felt the wet spot. He knew. Was he right? Had he known all along that inside her wrapped up exterior there was a dirty little pervert just waiting to be touched by him?

  "That's good." he said, interrupting her feverish thought processes. "Now hold still please."

  His free hand came to her bosom and his fingertips began to caress lightly again, geometrically tracing the contours of her breasts, gradually working inwards towards the center. He reached sensitive skin of the areola, carefully examined it fully and then stopped, leaving her engorged, tight nipple untouched.

  "I've never heard of a device implanted there." He said softly. "No need for further examination." He repeated the process with the other side leaving Katy to silently curse him. If she had had the power she would have slammed his head to her breasts and shouted at him to lick and suck and kiss her tits until she was satisfied, but the tables hadn’t turned yet, if they ever would, and he was already down at her thighs now. He had finished with her abdomen, straddled her middle and was exploring the sensitive inner part of her upper thighs.

  "Don't close up." He said softly but firmly. "This is a popular area for surveillance equipment so I intend to examine you here with particular care."

  Her back arched sharply and she put her hands to his waist and thighs, grabbing him from behind.

  "Ah, ah." he said. "Not yet. We're still in the preliminary stages Ms. Maldon. We've barely even been introduced to each other yet. Now hold still and don’t make me ask you again or I will throw you out of here."

  She put her arms by her sides and pushed her feet together.

  "Go on." She said. "Get it over with already."

  He proceeded to examine both legs at the same time, the movement of his hands synchronized as they found their way upwards along her inner thighs, stopping tantalizingly at her pubic triangle with each stroke.

  Katy wasn't sure if she hoped that this inner spot was an unpopular area for surveillance equipment or not.

  When he had finished with her legs he placed one hand softly to her pubic mound and waited, holding her, cupping her.

  The heat and pressure squeezed a soft, silent orgasm from the utterly exposed and helpless woman below.

  "My apologies in advance Ms. Maldon, but unfortunately this has become a popular area with women of late and I would be foolish to neglect it. If you want to change your mind… if this is too much, now is the time to tell me."

  The rapid beating of her heart spiked. She was two orgasms in and now he was going to enter her with his fingers?

  She made no response, whatever she could have said would have been half strangled and probably incoherent anyway, but as he slowly, deftly pushed his way inside her well lubricated passage it was too much; she started to moan out load with abandon.

  "Stay calm Ms. Maldon. And stay still." He admonished her.

  "You fucking stay calm." She gasped and then continued to moan as his fingers explored deeper, passing inexorably over her clit, searching the full diameter of her channel. kneading into her G-spot and then just as her cum arrived he withdrew and her body went limp beneath him.

  He lifted himself from her and then, leaving her lying naked and exhausted, went to clean his hands. The light from the bathroom filled the darkened room and she could see his tall muscular silhouette leaning over the washbasin.

  He normally didn't feel a ball aching urge to relieve himself after a body scan, surveillance equipment search but this had been like no other. He had counted three orgasms in total and that was a record. No woman had ever been so whole-heartedly responsive to his touch and he was in awe.

  But she hadn't revealed herself fully to him yet and she certainly hadn't given him permission to fuck her.

  This was the hardest lay of his entire life, certainly the best so far and things were still, more or less, going according to plan.

  "You can get dressed now." He called out to her. "And Ms. Maldon… thank you for being so… so honest."

  Katy was too exhausted, exhilarated and confused to care what he meant by that. She pulled the bathrobe around her and shuffled into the bathroom.

  "Get out of here." She mumbled. "I need another shower."

  "Of course." he said. "I'll send up some clothes for you and one more thing."

  "What is it?" She said with her back to him.

  "I've never experienced anything like that before."

  When she turned to face him it was too late, he was already gone.

  END OF VOLUME ONE

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  Billionaire Secrets Volume Two

  Will Katy get her sweet revenge on the arrogant, overbearing and totally hot billionaire who railroaded her into straight into his bed? Or will she remain unsatisfied. If Clayton Hargrave thinks for one minute that she is like any other female he has reeled into his charmed world to be dazzled briefly and then cast aside he has another think coming. Read
on and see how the tables get turned, do an about face and then begin to spin in volume two of the scorching hot Billionaire Secrets Series!

  Chapter One

  The second shower Katy had in Clayton's house had to be the most relaxed and luxurious shower she had ever had in her whole life. Sure the shower was a fancy one but that had nothing to do with it; it could have been a bucket with holes punched in it hanging on a rope and it would have felt like the greatest freshening up in history.

  If she had felt relaxed by her shower earlier, now she didn’t have a care in the world. The hottest man she had ever met had just rocked her world with a sexual experience that she couldn't have concocted from her most secret private fantasies and according to him that was all only by way of introduction. Even the grumbling Angel outside didn’t trouble her anymore because all that mattered now really was what Clayton wanted. There was only one top dog in the Hargrave world and that was the man himself. If Clayton wanted to be with her then who cared about his stupid punk ass bodyguard?

  She finished drying herself and then returned to the bedroom. There was a fresh round of Peaberry Blue Mountain coffee waiting for her and three full sets of evening wear laid out on the bed. All three were tasteful and elegant, but she chose the one which was most flowing, most revealing and the most relaxed by far.

  It was totally unlike her and considering her current situation, wildly inappropriate.

  I'm screwed anyway. She thought. Might as well have some fun.

  She was half dressed when she realized her how many calls and messages had been left on her phone since she had ended her conversation with Suzy from her car in the woods. Several hours had passed and her friend, her only friend, must have been worried sick.

  She grabbed the phone and sent a short text message to reassure her that she was okay.

  'In safe place. Don't worry. Contact u soon.'

  Her conscience eased a little, she continued dressing and then left the room to head down the hallway back to the main living area. Whatever happened tomorrow she could still enjoy tonight.

  When she got to the living area Clayton was laying plates on the table. For a man who seemed so incredibly confident in everything he did, laying a table looked to be about the most awkward thing in the world.

  "Need some help with that?" She said. He lifted his head and then stopped to look at her.

  "Wow." He said. "I was hoping you would choose that dress but I couldn’t have guessed you would look so… so…"

  She walked over to him and pushed his mouth shut with one fingertip.

  "Don’t worry about it. I'm glad you like it. Now stop screwing around with these plates and let me help. You're obviously better at making billions of dollars than you are at entertaining."

  He accepted the comment graciously.

  "Well, maybe I do need some help. I might as well tell you that I know nothing about vegetarian food so I had my chef make something that I hope you'll like."

  "I'm not a vegetarian."

  "What?"

  "You told me I should be honest with you. I'm not a vegetarian. I just said that before to be difficult."

  "Great. Now we have to eat shrubs and berries because you wanted to be difficult. I hope this teaches you a lesson about being honest."

  "I'm sure that whatever it is, it will be delicious. Why don’t you show me where everything is and we can serve it together?"

  "Follow me." He said with a half smile.

  Clayton didn’t seem to know where much was in his own kitchen so it was up to Katy to get things organized. After their experience together in her bedroom the scene in the kitchen was bizarrely domestic. They could have been young lovers on an awkward but flirtatious first date except that her host had already explored literally every inch of her body with just his fingertips and then pushed her into not one, not two but three soaking wet orgasms while he looked on in silence.

  At last the table was laid and the meal was served. It looked surprisingly good to the two meat eaters but still, something seemed missing.

  "Bon appétit." Clayton said and then gestured for her to begin.

  She reached for her wine glass and took a sip. Maybe not a good idea considering her empty stomach but she still wasn’t in the mood for eating.

  "Clayton… she began hesitantly. "I mean Mr. Hargrave--"

  "Clayton is better. For most people I prefer Hargrave but Clayton sounds good on your lips. May I call you…" By your real name? He didn't say the words but she knew what he meant and shook her head. Not yet. It was still too soon.

  "It's okay." He said quietly. "There's no hurry."

  "Sure. Only twenty-four hours."

  "Twenty-four hours? What are you talking about?"

  Shit. That's Angel's thing, not Clayton's.

  "Nothing. Forget about it."

  "I don’t think so Ms. Maldon--"

  "Call me Katy, at least call me by a first name."

  "Okay, Katy. Tell me about the twenty-four hours and tell me the truth."

  "I can't. You told me I could tell the truth but that if it was too difficult or complicated that I could say so, right? The terms of our agreement?"

  He nodded, reluctantly.

  "Well this is one of those truths. Now next question, and make it snappy because I can’t eat until I have this truth or dare crap out of the way."

  "You're getting defensive again, but that's okay. It's normal and we can work with that. If you weren't a little protective I'd be disappointed. Defensive means you have something to hide and that it's close to the surface, just waiting to be revealed. Low hanging fruit so to speak. So let's just leave the twenty-four hours issue and move right along. First question, how old are you?"

  It was a simple question but still it made her tighten up. Nobody asked her questions like that. Nobody had the right. It was personal, identifying, it constituted unnecessary digging under the surface.

  She could pick her witness protection program age of 29 or her real age of 26….

  "Next question." She said.

  "I'm guessing about twenty-six years old." He said coolly.

  "Shit." She hissed. "If you know everything about me already then why these dumb pretend questions? Why don’t you just tell me what you already know and then I can fill you in the gaps? It'd save time and I could eat this rabbit food already."

  He took a deep breath and looked at her with impossible to read eyes, but still she could guess what he was thinking; 'more defensiveness, good, we're getting to the truth' or some crap like that.

  "Your real name is Nadia Komerov. Am I right?" She wanted to slam the plate of vegetarian gunk into his face, as sexy as he was. Stay low. Stay clean. Leave no trace. What a joke that was now. Clayton calling her by her real name was more of a personal violation than being pinned down by the man while his fingers took a walk around her g-spot.

  "Just nod your head if I'm correct." He said.

  "You might as well be fucking me now." She hissed but he didn’t react, never blinked, never said a word.

  "You are twenty-six years and one day old today."

  She was breathing hard and could feel unpleasant emotions stirring.

  "You were a prodigy, a genius if you will, who graduated from Caltech and MIT at the age of just seventeen years." He spoke slowly and watched her reaction to each new piece of information.

  She nodded, just barely.

  "Being so smart meant that you had very few friends." He waited, watching her with his deep, all encompassing brown eyes.

  She nodded again.

  "You took a high paying job at the age of eighteen with a company supplying military grade technology and software to the US government."

  She nodded. The memories were unwelcome and had never been articulated by another person in over four years. In fact they had never been articulated like this at all.

  "Your employer, Mikhail Boyevik is a brilliant man, a US citizen but originally a native of Moscow and formerly a giant in the world of intern
ational organized crime. While supplying technology to the US government he was also leaving his own technology behind with each delivery. Surveillance hardware, tagging devices built into the hardware and software of US military equipment."

  Katy was breathing hard and fighting back tears.

  "He was also selling information to the authorities in Russia and perhaps elsewhere but he hadn't counted on his brilliant young American employee with the Russian surname also having the courage and integrity to--"

  "The stupidity and the naivety is what it was. Can we leave that one for now? I don’t want to talk about it anymore."

  "We can leave it for now, but not forever. I think you'll agree with me that you're a dangerous woman to know, isn’t that right Katy?"

  She nodded her head. He was taking a huge risk by having her here, especially in his position as another supplier of high tech equipment to the US government.

  "It's still not too late for you to see sense." She said. "You don’t want me working for you. Trust me, you've had your fun now so why don't you just put me in a car with your goon Angel and tell him to drop me off in Mexico or Berlin or some damn place where I won’t cause harm to the people I love anymore."

  "He's there whenever you need him Katy, just say the word."

  She hesitated. It was so good here, so like a family home, something she had never really had. Her mom and her had shuffled from one shabby apartment to the next from as far back as she could remember. If those memories of her father were real she couldn’t even be sure. Maybe they were just a dream.

  "Not yet." She said, remembering Angel's condition of at least twenty-four hours and giving Clayton everything he needed.

  "I'm not finished with you yet." She said.

  Clayton smiled. "I like the sound of that."

  "Oh really? Well you better, because after what you put me through in there I'm due some pay back and you won’t know what hit you when I'm done with you."

  "Is that a fact?" She tried to look serious as a playful grin hovered around his gorgeous lips. "I think you're bluffing Katy. But before we find out, I still need to know more about you."