by Honey Taylor
Deborah sat back on her haunches, her breath panting as she tired to recover her senses. She got little chance to do this though as she was lifted and pushed face down over the desk again. She closed her eyes to savor the experience of being driven back to the edge of a climax, hoping this time she would be allowed to ride it all the way to its completion. The heat in her body rose as the fingers played around her wet pussy entrance and she gasped at the ferocity with which they were fucked inside. The fingers pumped hard and within a few strokes she was ready to be pushed over the edge. There was no stopping this time as Mr. Sanford kept up the tempo, his fingers flashing in and out of the wet hole in a fury. He leant forward to lick onto Deborah’s exposed asshole and it finally took her past the edge. She bit her lip to hold back the scream as the frustration of the tie and tease torture gave way to the incredible pleasure of the most intense orgasm of her life. The fingers pushed in deep and she gasped as her body tensed, tightening her around the penetration and carrying her ecstasy up to a shattering peak. The moment of bliss lasted only an instant, but it was something that she knew she would keep coming back for. She was the billionaire’s submissive to use as he pleased and as she felt the afterglow of the orgasm settle over her body there was nowhere that she would rather be than under his control.
As her breathing began to settle back to normal Deborah asked to be released. Mr. Sanford took his time though, pulling her from the desk and dragging her on to his lap. “It’s your last day here,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied, feeling the disappointment clouding her thoughts. The billionaire reached for a penknife in the drawer of his desk and clicking it open, cut the bonds holding Deborah’s hands together. She stood and pulled her panties into place before smoothing her skirt down, watching as Mr. Sanford zipped himself up again.
“Come and work for me,” he suddenly said, his intense gaze burning into her.
“What…,” Deborah said, suddenly flustered at the unexpected offer. “Oh no, I can’t…, I…,” she stammered.
The billionaire stood and put his fingers to her lips. “Don’t say no,” he said. “Just think about it OK. The offer will stay open until you give me an answer.”
Deborah said nothing as she considered what to do. “I need some time,” she finally said and walked to her room to collect her bag and coat. Her final view of the billionaire was of him sitting calmly at his desk again, looking down at his papers and she could hardly believe what just took place. She was still trembling a little and was almost half way home before the sensation finally left her body. She sat that evening mulling over the job offer. The idea of working for Drew Sanford and all that it would bring excited her and she found herself seriously considering accepting the offer, but the thought of his personal assistant and her own boss made her mind waver. She really didn’t want to take away the job of someone else and felt the guilt creep into her mind at the prospect of leaving Mr. Cray. He had always been good to her and she didn’t want to be disloyal to him. As the weekend progressed she slowly came to the conclusion that she couldn’t accept the job. It might mean the end of something she wanted to go on and she wondered just how Drew Sanford would react to a rejection. She considered calling him, but decided that since the job offer was made face to face she should do the same in turning it down.
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On Sunday afternoon Deborah got herself ready for a trip to the billionaire’s home without even knowing if he was there. It was a nice day though and she just took her time to enjoy the sunshine as she made the journey. Drew Sanford lived in a large property on the outskirts of the city, more an estate than a home. As Deborah reached the gates and looked inside she got a feel for just how big the home and grounds of a billionaire businessman were. She pressed the buzzer of the intercom and introduced herself to the voice on the other end of the line, asking if she could see Mr. Sanford. The person that answered asked her to wait and it was more than five minutes before someone finally came to see her. The man unlocked the smaller pedestrian side gate and ushered inside.
“Mr. Sanford is here?” Deborah asked.
The man nodded. “I informed him of your arrival and he asked me to bring you up to the house. He has a guest, but should be free in a short while.”
Deborah stopped. “Oh…,” she said. “If he has a guest maybe I shouldn’t disturb him.”
The man smiled. “He insisted that I brought you to the house,” he went on. “I got the distinct impression that he wanted to see you.”
Deborah felt a slight flicker of excitement at the thought of the billionaire being keen to see her, but her enthusiasm quickly waned as she remembered just why she was there. She wondered if the meeting between them would be quickly over when she turned down the job, but there was suddenly no going back and she followed the man into the home. He led her along to a small side room and Deborah endured another wait until he finally returned more than ten minutes later.
“This way,” the man said as he ushered her out of the room. She was led along to a large lounge and immediately saw Drew Sanford sitting on a sofa as she walked inside. The man walked back out and closed the door, leaving her alone with the billionaire. She saw his smile in her direction and it brought out a familiar reaction. Her pulse quickened and she was suddenly aware of the rush of heat in her body. Get a grip she cautioned herself, but the feelings intensified as Mr. Sanford patted the sofa. It was an indication for her to come and sit beside him. Deborah walked across, but remained standing.
“Hi, sorry to disturb you on a Sunday” she started hesitantly. “I…, wanted to talk to you about the job offer you made. I was going to call but decided I at least owed you a face to face meeting for you to hear what I have to say. I’m…”
“… turning the offer down,” the billionaire finished.
She nodded. “How did you know?”
“I could see it in your body language as soon as you walked in the room,” he replied.
Deborah sighed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It seems unfair to take the job from your current personal assistant and I’m happy in the job I have. It wouldn’t be right to leave Mr. Cray after he has been so good to me.” She waited for his next response with no idea what it would be.
The billionaire sat looking at her, his face impassive. He finally smiled though. “I’m impressed by your loyalty to your boss,” he said. “I hope you show the same loyalty to me.”
Deborah frowned. “How can I be loyal to you when I’m not accepting your job offer?” she asked.
The billionaire patted the seat beside him again. “I’m not talking about work,” he said.
“Oh…,” was all Deborah could think to say as she sat, but she felt the flush of heat return to her body. As the billionaire turned to face her she shuddered at the intense expression he fixed on her. He reached out a hand to caress her cheek the touch brought a prickling of sweat to her forehead. “You’re not upset with me?” she asked.
The hand continued to caress her cheek as the billionaire shook his head. “I can’t say I’m not disappointed, but definitely not upset. I’ve been thinking about you non-stop since Friday.”
A flicker of excitement ran through Deborah. “My mind has been on you,” she conceded.
“On my job offer,” he teased her.
Deborah flushed. “And more,” she went on, the words coming out a little breathless as she looked into the billionaire’s eyes. She could see the desire in them and could feel herself falling under his spell again.
“You’ll still do anything I ask of you?” he said quietly. Deborah nodded and shivered as he stood and pulled her to her feet. He led her out of the lounge and up the stairs, pulling her along to a bedroom and closing the door as they entered. He led her across to the bed, releasing his grip after making her sit. Reaching across to the bedside cabinet, he opened the drawer and pulled out a blindfold. Deborah made no attempt to resist as it was placed around her eyes, but gasped as she was pulled to her feet. She waited for some
thing to happen, but time dragged out, building her anticipation and she gasped again when she finally felt the touch of the hand on her mouth. Deborah kissed the fingers as they stroked back and forth, but they quickly slid lower, the gentle touch tracing down the soft skin of her neck and to the top of her blouse. The buttons were quickly opened to expose the bra below and the touch stroked onto her breasts. She moaned as the billionaire forced his fingers inside a bra cup and her nipple became erect as it responded to the touch onto it. She groaned as the hard bud was tweaked roughly, the gentleness suddenly ending as Mr. Sanford became more forceful. He dragged the bra cups down to expose her naked breasts his fingers squeezing onto the soft mounds. Deborah moaned as the touch excited her. Not being able to see what was coming next added to the thrill and as the hands pulled from her breasts she stood and waited, the gasps of her breath the only sound in the room.
Mr. Sanford made her wait to build her anticipation and then released the zipper of her skirt so that it fell away from her waist. His touch onto the panties brought out a moan from Deborah and her breathing became heavier still as fingers forced between her thighs and stroked her pussy through the thin material. The more he touched the wetter the material became and his fingertips were soaked when he pulled them away. The sensation excited him and he quickly stripped Deborah of every stitch of clothing, leaving her blindfolded, naked and completely at his mercy. He dragged her onto the bed then grabbed a short length of rope from the bedside cabinet drawer. One end he secured around her neck, with the other tied to a strut on the metal headboard of the bed. Handcuffs were next and her wrists were also secured to the headboard, leaving her even more at the billionaire’s mercy. She wondered if it was another game of tie and tease and waited to see what happened next. Again she was forced to endure another wait, the delicious torture bringing out her desire.
Deborah moaned at the sudden touch on her knees, her legs forced wide open to put her pussy on show. The touch of the fingers slowly trailing up her leg started to drive her crazy and she was suddenly craving the touch between her thighs like never before. It was denied her though, as when the fingers almost reached her pussy they were pulled away. Deborah groaned at the touch onto her knee again and writhed around on the bed at the delicious torture of the fingers slowly trailing up her inner thigh again. She shivered as they neared her pussy and she expected them to be pulled away again to keep the torture going. Her groan sounded loud though as the touch moved onto her pussy and slid up and down the slick skin. She wanted the fingers inside, wanted to ride them to a climax, but they did no more than tease around the wet pussy entrance before pulling away again. The frustration of the continuing tie and tease torture built her excitement to fever pitch, the billionaire seeming to know just when to touch and just when to move away to drive her wild with desire for more. The touches finally stopped though and Deborah lay in tortured agony, not able to see what was happening or what was coming next.
Mr. Sanford quietly stripped himself naked and getting back onto the bed, moved to straddle Deborah’s head. He looked down at the pretty face and his attention focused on her mouth. Taking hold of the base of his cock, he lowered himself towards it. Deborah flinched at the sudden touch of the hardness onto her mouth, her excitement surging as she realized what it was. She flicked out her tongue and licked onto the erection, working the touch around the sensitive head. The taste of pre-cum filled her mouth and she sought out the little opening with the tip of her tongue. Mr. Sanford let her play for only a few seconds though before pushing lower to force the hardness into her mouth. The sensation of the head of his cock stroking onto the soft inner skin of Deborah’s cheek made him shiver and he worked his hips up and down to enjoy the experience more. With each thrust he fucked his cock deeper until it moved from stroking on her cheek to stroking on the back of her throat and he forced her to take his full length. The pleasure started to overwhelm him and it made him drive himself in and out of the warmth of Deborah’s mouth all the more forcefully. There was nothing she could do but take what she was being given and wait for it to end, although as the cock kept fucking into her the last thing she wanted was for the sensation to end. Mr. Sanford was gasping hard when he finally did pull back and he sat stroking the head of his cock on her lips again.
The thought of wet pussy sprung into the billionaire’s mind and he started to work himself down Deborah’s body. As he moved he stroked his cock on her skin, letting it slide between her tits and then across her taut midriff. When he got between her legs he started to slap his erection on her pussy lips. As he did this the hunger to use the wet hole grew in his mind and all thoughts of tie and tease disappeared. He finally stopped slapping his cock onto the pussy and stroked the head of his shaft onto the sleek, smooth skin. He teased it to the wet opening and pushed his hips forward, feeling the tightness surround him as he slid inside. The wetness eased the passage and as he thrust his hips at Deborah, his full hard length slipped inside. He lowered his weight onto her, planting a kiss on her lips as he held himself deep. He could feel her chest heaving against him as the thrill of the moment gripped her.
“Fuck me hard,” Deborah whispered when the kiss broke and the billionaire grinned. Having a submissive that wanted to please him was something that he could never get enough of and he shuddered as he listened to the words.
“Tell me again,” he ordered.
“Fuck me hard,” repeated Deborah and she shivered as she was kissed again, the touch onto her mouth filled with desire. Mr. Sanford used his arms to push himself up a little and he withdrew his cock until only the tip remained inside the wet hole. He held the position, making Deborah wait and she started to beg him to fill her pussy. The billionaire continued to make her wait though, but finally rammed forward hard. Deborah let out a loud gasp as the cock was driven roughly into her, her body shaking with the force of the thrust. Her moans got louder as the rough fuck continued, the hard length stroking along her pussy walls again and again as Mr. Sanford started to lose control. She tried to push herself down the bed to meet the hard thrusts, but could feel the rope around her neck tightening. It heightened the thrill she was feeling and she writhed around as the passion flooded her senses. Mr. Sanford could sense the climax building in his body, pushing him closer to a release. He suddenly desperately wanted it, but worked to control himself and drive Deborah into orgasm first. He remembered the thrill of her pussy tightening around his fingers during their encounter in his office and wanted the same feeling around his cock.
Lowering his head, he wet a nipple with the tip of his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth. Deborah arched her back, pushing up against the touch. She felt the mouth move away from the nipple and bite into the soft skin of her breast. She groaned as the pain flooded her body, but it felt good and she encouraged her lover to bite harder. His teeth sank in deeper and Deborah arched her back harder up from the bed as the sensation became all she could think about. When the bite was released her attention returned to the cock fucking into her pussy. She could feel the pleasure between her thighs building to a climax and urged the billionaire into even more frantic thrusts. It brought her to the brink of an orgasm and she waited for the rush of heat. Her moan sounded around the bedroom as the climax took hold of her body. Deborah bucked her ass up from the bed as her body tensed. The cock fucked into her deep as she tightened around it, the rippling of her pussy walls sending her into raptures. She rode the climax all the way to its peak, her wet hole still pulsing around the hardness even as the pleasure started to fade from her body.
Mr. Sanford closed his eyes as the pleasure of the orgasm around his cock filled his senses. He held himself deep inside the wet hole until the ripples of the pussy walls started to fade. The desperation for his own release suddenly took hold in his mind and he started to fuck into Deborah with a fury that left her even more breathless. She felt the billionaire’s excitement coming to a peak and started talking crude, telling him to fill her pussy with his love and use her like a
slut. The quickening of his breathing showed just how close he was and she continued to talk dirty to help bring on his release. The sound of his groan signaled its onset and he thrust deep as the first stream of hot cum rushed from his balls. Mr. Sanford kept thrusting forward, trying to push his cock deeper still as the white continued to erupt from it. The power in his body drained as the climax sapped his strength and by the time the shudders were fading from his body the exhaustion overcame him and he collapsed on top of Deborah.
“Are you sure you won’t accept my job offer?” he teased as he kissed her again.
“Stop…” she complained. “I’ve already given you my answer.”
The billionaire kept the teasing going. “Maybe I’ll just keep you here until you change your mind.”
“Let me go,” she groaned. “It’s time for me to go home.” She struggled against the bonds holding her down and finally felt the relief of the rope being released from around her neck and the handcuffs being loosened. She pulled the blindfold away to find her lover staring down at her.
“Do you really have to go home now?” he asked.
“Well…” she said with a grin. “It is still early. I guess I could be persuaded to stay for another couple of hours.”
The billionaire returned her grin. “Two hours is more than enough time for what I have in mind,” he said.
