Billionaire's Pet (Wicked Domination)

by Christa Wick

  Unzipping his pants, he glanced quickly at the clock. He had intended making her wait long beyond nine, watching her squirm on the monitor, her face silently pleading with him each time she looked in the camera's direction. He wasn't sure he could last that long, didn't want to spill his seed all over the office furniture when he could be spilling it inside her lovely little cunt.

  One hand squeezing his dick, he rubbed the other roughly against his cheek. She was trying to beat him at his own game, one he'd been playing over half his life. He glanced away from the monitor again, his gaze landing on the picture covering his office wall safe. He had a gift tucked inside, something he'd purchased half a year ago in anticipation of the day his path intersected with the reserved Miss Willow.

  Six agonizing months of knowing she existed, of having witnessed, however briefly, the spark of submission in her eyes and then waiting to arrange something. He had never expected that something to be a resume randomly crossing his desk for a position he would never bother personally interviewing. He'd been disappointed as hell yesterday when she didn't show for the interview and equally pleased when security tried to stall him from leaving because of a woman standing outside his private garden.

  Now he had her in his bed, putting on a show for him, practically begging for him to come in and punish her for circumventing the spirit of his command. He had to decide -- punish her now, in the flesh, or wait, his absence just the first rebuke and a promise of greater retribution.

  Fuck. He groaned, she was close to climax, he could tell by the way she held her mouth, the upward strain of her eyelids and the tightening of her stomach. That was his climax to take, he'd be damned if she had it without him.

  Rising quickly, he zipped his pants back up, quickly retrieved the package from the safe and rushed to her room.

  **********

  Katelyn was on her knees, ass in the air and hands plainly in view, one last roll of her pussy left before she came when the door slowly swung inward.

  Burying her face against the bedspread she smiled as the rest of her body froze in place. After a few long seconds during which Griffin didn't move or speak, she looked over her shoulder. He held a box in one hand, big like something people stored hats in. A woven gold-colored fabric with matching ribbon at the top served as wrapping.

  Feeling daring, she smiled at him. "My punishment is a present?"

  He missed the smile, his gaze on her pussy. When he finally looked in her eyes, his expression had slipped from intense to impassive. That, she knew, would be her punishment. She would come, no doubt, unable to resist his touch, but she would come alone.

  He lifted a brow. "Have you been bad?"

  Guilty, she chewed at her lip before answering. "I don't know. I don't make the rules."

  That earned her maybe half a point, but his smile never reached his eyes. He stalked toward her. Reaching the bed, he placed the package on the night stand and reached for the hem of his shirt.

  Seeing him about to undress, she started to roll onto her side, but he stopped her.

  "Don't move."

  He made quick work of his clothes, every gorgeous muscle and inch of skin bare in less than ninety seconds. Placing one knee on the bed, he stretched his hand forward, running his fingers along her slit. She was wet, sopping, the translucent cream thick and sticky. More than ready for his cock or his fingers or his hand.

  Bringing his other knee onto the bed, he pressed his hips against her side, his cock running up to his navel. One hand holding her by the hair, he ran the other over her ass, massaging the cheeks, tracing the red line of need between them and then bringing all his fingers and thumb together to tease just the entrance of her cunt. She trembled against him, groaning as she sought to drop her head and arch her ass higher.

  He kept her head held high, penetrating her with three fingers, adding a forth, stroking over and over until his base knuckles were buried insider her and then half the length of his palm. He scrutinized every roll of her hip, the way her fingers clawed at the bedspread and right when she was ready to fling herself past the point of no return, he pulled out and smacked her hard on the ass.

  A surprised yelp was followed by a half issued swear word before she pressed her lips tightly together and waited.

  "If I was a bastard, you wouldn't want my fingers or my cock back in you, pet." Seeing her glare at him from the corner of her eye, he gave her another smack before smoothing his fingers along the stinging flesh. He worked his fingers back in, rotating them until she had forgotten she was being punished. Another smack, harder than the others, her sweet ass vibrating from the impact.

  "Griffin…"

  Her voice stuck somewhere between pain and pleasure, he knew he could bring her to climax by alternating between the two. Reaching lower, he found the swollen pearl of her clit tucked up under the hood. He rolled it, nudged it left and right, he gaze on her hips as they tracked him. He felt the jerky throb of her clit, listened to her breathing, waited…waited…and then he squeezed, grinding down that little ball of pleasure between his thumb and index finger.

  He held it pinched, his other hand letting go of her hair to pull the drawer to the nightstand open and remove a condom. Pinching, rolling, keeping her right at the edge, he opened the package and smoothed the latex down his erection.

  Releasing his hold on her clit, Griffin moved quickly behind her, gripping her hips and dragging her cunt onto his cock. When she threatened to buck beneath him, her hips already tightening as she fought the freight train powering through her, he drew her up, his fingers wrapping around her neck to lightly squeeze.

  "Not yet, Katelyn." He squeezed a little harder, enough to redden her skin without marking it. "My pussy, remember. You come when I say you can."

  "Yes."

  "You want to play games." Another squeeze, his lips against her neck as he slowly thrust in and out of her. "I want to train you. The two aren't compatible, pet."

  "No."

  She was gasping, so close to the edge he knew he couldn't deny her any longer. Pushing her torso flat against the bed, he grabbed her ass, slid in deep and held. "Come for me, baby."

  He slid out, back in again, every movement tight and in slow motion, making sure she felt the heavy drag of his cock inside her as her pussy lashed and coiled around his dick. He closed his eyes, letting himself feel each sensation in equal measure until the contractions in her uterus started hard and fast.

  He opened his eyes, watched her come with one side of her face pressed against the mattress and the other open to his inspection. Her eyes glazed over, her cheek as red as if he'd slapped her, the breath leaving her hard and fast. Her hips jerked, every muscle inside her tight channel tugging and milking his cock as she came.

  He breathed with her, just as hard, just as fast, his body unleashing only once she cried his name.

  Griffin fell forward, catching himself with one hand against the mattress before his weight landed on her. He took a few, settling strokes, breaking Katelyn down into a small series of whimpers and moans until he pulled free.

  He rolled to his side and sat up. A second to rid himself of the condom and then he reached for his pants.

  "Griffin…" She touched his arm, her hand hesitant and soft.

  She wanted him to stay, her gaze pleading. He wanted to kiss her, to roll her onto her back and fuck her with his chest sliding against those luscious breasts as he held her face in his hands and stared into her hazel eyes.

  He wanted to be weak, to surrender to the need clearly written across her expressive features.

  Not gonna happen.

  Griffin slid into his pants, stood and quickly fastened them. When he looked back at her, a lone tear streaked her flushed cheek. He bent, cupped the side of her head and erased the moisture with a tongue curling kiss against the spot. Then he dragged his shirt on and slipped into his loafers, stopping at the threshold of the door to look at her again.

  He lifted his chin at the present. "Open it when I'm gone.
"

  "What's inside?"

  She was stalling and it would have made him smile but it only made him sorry he had to leave, so he answered her. "Something that will either make you run away or make you stay."

  **********

  Katelyn stared at the closed door, then the package, then the closed door. She stood up, paced naked around the room, her steps seemingly random but instantly veering away from the package whenever she came within a foot of it.

  How could a gift do one or the other, but nothing in between?

  Simple -- it couldn't.

  Nothing in a box could do that…unless it was something weird like the decomposing head of his last lover.

  Get a grip, Katelyn.

  She marched over to the nightstand, her hands stalling as she reached for the top ribbon. He had told her to open it when he was gone and he was gone, but he didn't say how long she could wait. He could have been specific, he wasn't.

  She snatched her hand back then reached out again and tore the ribbon away. The gold-colored fabric fell to the side, the markings on the white box beneath it familiar. Alstrom's, an upscale auction house, not quite Christie's but still catering to the elite. The last charity she had worked for had used them to sell the art and antiques donated by its more well-heeled benefactors.

  No way in hell a box from Alstrom's would decide if she left immediately or stayed as long as Griffin willed it.

  It would not.

  At least not tonight.

  Reaching past the gift, she touched the base of the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. She crawled into bed, wrapping her arms around a pillow for comfort. The only scent on the bedding was hers. She was alone until he wanted it otherwise.

  With that thought in her head, she fell asleep.

  What's in the damn box?

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