At the Billionaire's Pleasure (BDSM Billionaire Series)

by Morgan, M. G.

  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure

  BDSM Billionaire Series

  By M.G. Morgan

  Copyright 2012 M.G. Morgan

  Kindle Edition

  Other Titles in this series

  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure 2: Bound By Him

  Carrie stretched her long limbs beneath the silk sheets. Her alarm buzzed on the locker and lazily she reached out and clicked it off. Another day of the usual errands. Turning over in the bed she stared wistfully at the empty space beside her. Why did Richard leave? It didn’t make any sense. They were happy, or at least she thought they were.

  A week had passed since Richard had left, taking all of his belongings with him. Carrie remembered the tears she had shed as she begged him to explain why. All he had given her in return were cold looks and a brief peck on the cheek before he walked out the door.

  Carrie hated to admit it but she was lonely without him. She missed his touch, the smell of his aftershave and the way he always sang out of tune when he was in the shower.

  Sitting up she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Stretching her arms above her head, her breasts strained against the soft camisole that she wore. Padding into the bathroom she flicked on the shower, and then stopped to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She stripped slowly, her eyes picking out each little flaw and imperfection that she believed she had.

  Richard had always joked that he loved having a little something extra to hold onto when they made love. It had always made Carrie feel insecure. But it didn’t seem to matter how much she hit the gym her body just wasn’t cut out to be thin and waif like.

  With a sigh she stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down across her naked body. Why did she let thoughts like that bother her? She knew she shouldn’t. She was supposed to be a strong, confident, independent woman. And yet, the niggling doubts still filled her mind that she wasn’t good enough and no one would ever love her in the way that she craved.

  Grabbing the shower gel she squirted some out into her hand and began to lather up her body violently. Each time her hands rubbed against her nipples it made them stiffen a little more. Too long had passed since she had, had sex and now she was beginning to suffer for it. Her hand dipped between her legs, rubbing her clit in lazy circles. Carrie moaned and pressed her free hand against her breast, pinching and playing until her nipple was painfully erect.

  The phone rang. Its insistent shrill tone made her freeze. Just ignore it, it’ll go to voice mail. The little voice in her mind urged. Her hand began to slowly circle her clit once more as the answer machine kicked in. Her apologetic greeting made the anger within her surface and she slipped her fingers into her body. Why was she always so apologetic about every god damned thing?

  The smooth caress of her boss’ voice filtered out from the answer machine. Carrie froze. The sound of his voice sent shivers of passion down her spine. Now there was a man who knew how to be in control. Carrie had often thought what it would be like to surrender to a man who held all the power. A man who with just the tone of his voice could reduce her to a quivering mess.

  Something clicked in her brain. What the hell was he saying? Carrie launched herself out of the shower stall and into the hall. She stood there, water dripping onto the wooden floor from her naked body and listened intently to the message.

  “Look, Carrie, I just need you to get your ass over here as soon as. This whole deal has turned to shit and I need you here... We need to...” He sighed on the other end of the line. Carrie could picture him sitting behind his desk his hand idly pushing his dark hair back from his face. The phone clicked dead.

  He had probably pressed the wrong button. He seemed to be doing that an awful lot lately, Carrie pondered as she headed back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. When she had begun working for Mr. Ashcroft, he had been more than capable of dealing with all of the fancy gadgets at his disposal. However, as more time passed, he seemed to be needing her help in using them. It was odd and out of character.

  She dragged the brush through her dark hair. If she was to get to work on time and not receive a telling off then she needed to hurry. Hastily she applied her make-up. All thoughts of her earlier play-time in the shower were forgotten. She simply didn’t have time to finish.

  Slipping on her simple black dress, she zipped it up the side. Underneath she wore a white blouse with sleeves that cut off at the elbow. She preferred that it covered her arms but it didn’t cling to them. She had always been self-conscious about her arms. She never fully understood why, but she knew to feel comfortable they had to remain covered.

  Grabbing her coat and purse she ran out the door, barely remembering to lock it behind her.

  ***

  The commute to the office was the usual nightmare. Men on the train stared at her like she was some type of strange creature that had arrived on earth. Her friends on more than one occasion had tried to persuade her the staring was because she was so attractive. Carrie of course had always dismissed this notion. Men did not find women who were plump attractive. Every magazine article she had ever read told her this.

  Even when she had been with Richard, he had always seemed loathe to admit in public that they were together. The only place he ever held her hand in public was when they went to the cinema and sat in the dark.

  Grabbing up her morning coffee, Carrie’s heart sank. How could she have been so stupid? Wasting so much time with a man who didn’t even really like her. She shook her head and picked up the second coffee she had prepared for Ashcroft.

  She carried it carefully into the office. His chair faced the window and she could tell from the tone of his voice that he was not succeeding in pulling the deal back from the brink. Yesterday, the deal had been running smoothly. What could possibly have happened over night to send everything to hell?

  In her mind she ran through all of the files she had sent out. Ashcroft’s angry voice cut across her thoughts.

  “What do you mean you didn’t receive it? It was sent yesterday! My staff are perfectly competent thank you!”

  Carrie watched as he slammed the phone back on its receiver. He swung around to face and pushed his hand back through his hair. Sparkling blue eyes filled with anger raked down over her body. He softened a little as he noticed the coffee on the desk.

  “What would I do without you, Carrie?” He sighed and pushed himself back in the chair. His normally clean shaven jaw had a fine sprinkling of dark stubble. In Carrie’s mind it made him even more handsome. It gave him a sort of wild look. She could imagine him clearing the desk with one swipe and laying her across the wood.

  “Are you listening to me?” He asked. His eyes watched her with a look of curiosity. Carrie blushed and dropped her gaze to the floor.

  “I’m sorry, I was just a little distracted.”

  “Good thoughts I hope.” She looked up and her blush deepened. His eyes were filled with a teasing light. It was as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. Of course that was impossible. The more Carrie fought not to think about his strong hands on her body the more those thoughts invaded her mind.

  “I’m going to go and type up the rest of that report.” She kept her gaze averted as she moved out of the room. Ashcroft chuckled behind her and it made her move faster.

  Reaching her desk she sat down. What was wrong with her? Where had her professionalism gone? She needed to put her head down and just concentrate on her job.

  A small icon in the corner of the screen flashed at her. A pr
ivate chat message. Puzzlement made Carrie furrow her brow. Who was sending her private messages? She clicked it open and the words within made her suck in a deep breath.

  “I want you.” The name was simply the letter D.

  Was it a joke? She looked around the office studying the faces of her co-workers. Everyone seemed to be intent on their own work. No one looked up or even glanced in her direction. What was going on?

  A thought struck her then. She tried to dismiss it but it kept on nagging in her brain. Mr Ashcroft’s first name was David... Could he possibly be the secretive D?

  Carrie tried to look into his office through lowered lashes. From what she could tell he was back on the phone but he was checking his computer screen every few seconds.

  Her fingers tapped away on the keys. She didn’t want to encourage this. What if it wasn’t David?

  “What? Who is this?”

  A moment passed. She tried to keep watching Ashcroft’s office to see if he typed anything onto his computer. He turned away from the computer to stare out his window just as another message flashed up on Carrie’s screen.

  Her sex became wet as she read the message. She licked her lips as a hot blush crept up her cheeks.

  “I want to bend you over your desk. Lift that black dress of yours and push my thick cock into your juicy pussy. Would you like that?”

  The question repeated over and over in her head. Would she like it? The damp patch that was forming in her underwear told her that yes she would like it. However, she was a lady. She didn’t even know who this strange person was. There was no way that she would reply to it.

  Another message flashed up on the screen. “Carrie, come to my office. David.”

  So it was David. Carrie stood and walked on unsteady legs towards the open office. David had swung his chair around and watched her as she made her towards him. It made Carrie even more nervous and she fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve.

  Upon making it inside, David indicated for her to shut the door. She did so and took the seat opposite his desk. He watched her for a moment. His eyes burned right through her and she fought to keep her gaze level with his. In the end she failed and dropped her eyes to the edge of the desk instead.

  “A very serious matter had come to my attention.”

  Panic flared in Carrie’s stomach. What did he mean?

  “Some of the files that were due to go out yesterday, never made it. Now I’ve searched back through the computer systems and I’ve discovered the error was from your computer, Carrie. You never sent the files and now the deal had gone to shit.”

  His words stunned her. How could she have forgotten to send out the files? As far as she was concerned she had sent them. She remembered clicking the files into the email and pressing send. It wasn’t possible.

  Carrie shook her head. “Mr. Ashcroft, Sir, I sent the files as requested. I remember sending them. The client has to have received them.”

  His smile sent shivers racing across her skin. “According to the client they never received anything. Now who am I supposed to believe, Carrie?”

  Tears clouded her eyes and she struggled to hold them back. She wouldn’t cry. It was a sign of weakness and she was sure she had sent the files.

  Ashcroft lifted his hand to silence her protests. “I have a plan. I’m sure you will be more than willing to help me sort out this mess. Am I right?”

  Carrie nodded. How could this have happened? First he sent her messages saying how much he wanted to do terrible things to her. And now he was propositioning her all because of a mistake. First Richard and now this. Her life was beginning to unravel at the seams.

  “Carrie, are you listening? The client is flying in tonight and I want you to come to dinner with me and the client. I’m sure we can find a way out of this mess.” He stood as he spoke. Carrie wanted to follow his progress around the desk but he walked behind her chair and disappeared from sight.

  He bent down over her chair and Carrie jumped. “The panties you are wearing right now. I want you to go to the bathroom take them off and bring them back to me.”

  Shock froze Carrie to the chair. Her head spun with confusion. She stood and walked slowly from the office. Things had changed so quickly. She walked to the ladies and straight into one of the cubicles. Her panties were now soaked completely through. Knowing how wrong it was turned her on even more.

  With shaking hands she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. The little voice in her brain shouted at her to stop. That David would simply make a fool out of her like every other man. But Carrie couldn’t stop. She balled the small scrap of lace up in her fist and stepped out of the cubicle. The sight of her pale face caught her eye as she passed the mirror.

  Two spots of colour rode high on her cheeks but the rest of her face was stark white. Almost as though she had just seen a ghost. Carrie shook her head and smoothed her hair down with her free hand. She wanted this. She had spent often enough thinking about Ashcroft and now that it was really happening she wouldn’t let her doubts get her down.

  Moving out of the bathroom she stalked back to his office. She was sure that as she weaved her way through the desks everyone could very easily catch the scent of her arousal. It invaded her own nostrils and she fought to keep herself in control.

  David Ashcroft’s office was the largest in the building. He was after all the boss, chairman, of the largest trading company in the city. The walls of glass surrounding his office intimidated her as she made her way up to them. He smiled at her as she entered his sanctuary.

  When she had been gone he had closed all of the blinds in his office. Once he closed the door they were completely hidden from prying eyes.

  Carrie walked in and sat down. She didn’t close the door, she wasn’t willing to make it that easy for him. If he wanted to make a move on her he would have to do it himself.

  He stood and stretched. The muscles in his arms bulged against the expensive fabric of his crisp white shirt. Carrie’s eyes travelled down the length of his body, drinking every inch of his tall muscular frame. Richard was a weasel by comparison.

  He strode around the desk and shut the door. He swung around to face Carrie and held out his hand. “I take it you have what I asked for?”

  “Y-yes.” She hated her voice for betraying the fear and excitement that coursed throughout her body. With trembling fingers she passed the small sodden heap to him. He opened them up and examined them closely before lifting them to his nose. His smile was all predator as he inhaled the scent of her sex.

  Carrie’s heart rate leapt as he clicked the lock shut on the office door. She tried to stand to move out of his reach but he was faster than her. He roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her in against his chest. When she opened her mouth to protest he shoved the scrap of lace into her mouth, effectively gagging her.

  He spun her around and bent her forwards over the desk. His hands slipped down her thighs and gripped the hem of her black dress. He yanked them back up bringing the dress with him.

  Carrie squealed through the lace gag as the cool air circulating the office caressed her fevered skin. Ashcroft’s hands stroked the round pale globes of her arse. He handled them roughly, pinching and stroking her ample flesh. Carrie’s head dipped down towards the desk as he explored her ass with his hands.

  When the first stroke came down hard on her arse she stiffened. Her whole body growing tense and rigid as the sting radiated up through her. His hands returned to stroking and rubbing her ass cheeks. He smoothed his hands down over her skin to the backs of her thighs before dragging his nails back up over the curve of her ass to her lower back.

  He spanked her again and Carrie squealed. The spank was followed by Ashcroft’s hands rubbing and caressing her hot flesh. He repeated the process over and over until Carrie had lost count of the amount of time he had spanked her ass.

  Her eye
s rolled back in her head as Ashcroft probed a finger against her pussy. He easily slipped a thick finger into her. Her wetness was running down her thighs as he slowly pushed his finger in and out of her body. She wanted him, there was no denying it. As he pressed against her ass, Carrie could feel his erection pressing against her sore hot ass cheeks. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who was aroused by the situation.

  He fucked her pussy with his fingers for a few moments. Carrie knew her body was on the verge of a giant orgasm. It crept towards her like outward ripples in a pond. Ashcroft must have felt the muscles in her pussy beginning to tighten because he chose that moment to withdraw from her body. He pulled away from her, leaving her exposed lower half to cool in the chill of the air-conditioning.

  Embarrassment burned her cheeks as she stood and pulled her dress back down over her body. She turned to face him and was stunned to see him licking her pussy juice from his fingers. His blue eyes burned her with a sexual intensity Carrie had not seen before. No man had ever looked at her like that before.

  He pulled the gag from her mouth and slipped her panties into his pocket. “I spanked you because you have been distracted lately. Distraction leads to mistakes. I cannot afford to have you making mistakes, Carrie.” He lingered over her name. It instantly brought back the sensation of his fingers slipping in and out of her body. How did he do that? She thought.

  “I’ll have someone messenger over the outfit I want you to wear tonight. I’ll pick you up promptly at seven. I expect you to be ready...” His eyes raked over her body once more lingering on her breasts and pussy. He licked his lips slowly and stood up. He towered over Carrie and she shivered softly.

  Part of her wanted to rebel, to fight against what he was doing. But a much larger part of her wanted it. She wanted everything he could give her. Every touch of his hand on her sent shivers down her spine. If he could do this much to her in his office, then what would he do to her once he had her alone somewhere secluded?

  “Am I making myself clear?” Carrie nodded and swallowed hard. There was no way she could disobey this man. He held power over her and she wasn’t sure why but she wanted to get to the bottom of it.