Dominated by Him: Servicing the Billionaire, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

by Adriana Rossi

  Dominated by Him: Servicing the Billionaire

  Published by Adriana Rossi at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi

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  Another day at work, Mary thought to herself as she sat down. Except, it wasn’t a normal day. No less than twenty-four hours ago, Mary had witnessed her boss fucking and drinking the young intern.

  She relived last night’s events in her mind, relishing the moment when Mr. White had caught her attempting to flee down the staircase. She had been so terrified, but the idea of being sexually punished by a man like him excited her. And then…

  A sigh escaped her mouth as she powered on her computer. Had it all been a dream? Could it have been possible that she and Mr. White had gone to dinner in one of the most exclusive restaurants in America, after which he fucked her on the carpeted floor of his town car?

  She had woken up early at 5am, surprised to find herself completely nude under her sheets. A surge of energy had shot through her body and her eyelids snapped open. Instantly, she was awake and her eyes would not close. She had checked herself in the mirror and the puncture wounds on her neck had disappeared. There was no evidence anything abnormal had occurred. Mary might have gone about her day as if nothing had happened if she hadn’t noticed the black cocktail dress hanging in her closet.

  That was it. That was all the evidence she had needed. Her heart clenched painfully as she anticipated facing Mr. White after last night’s events. How would he behave towards her? How would she react?

  Mary kept herself busy to avoid thinking about it. She managed Mr. White’s calendar and scheduled his meetings. There was a conference he needed to attend on Thursday, so Mary booked the travel arrangements. She cleaned her desk several times, dusting each object meticulously. Her heels tapped impatiently on the carpeted floor.

  “What the hell is wrong with me today?” she muttered to herself. Mary had never remembered having so much energy. Her legs were shaking so badly it was as if she had downed an entire pot of coffee.

  She scrolled down her email list and her heart gave a painful squeeze when she noticed a familiar name, Matthew White. There was no subject line. She clicked on the email:

  Miss Kramar,

  Please meet me in my office at once.

  Matthew White

  CEO, White Group Inc.

  Mary looked at the time and gasped out loud. It was sent nearly an hour ago. She grabbed her purse and took out her compact mirror. She adjusted her appearance with a few swipes of her hand and bolted out of her chair. Why he had sent an email, rather than screaming her name as he usually did? The abrupt change in his behavior was worrying. Trembling, she pushed open his office door.

  Mr. White looked up from his desk as she entered the room. He gave her a thin smile and gestured to the seat in front of his desk.

  Mary sat down, wondering what he had in store for her.

  “How are you feeling?”

  She blinked at the question. Mr. White was not one for small talk. She couldn’t help but feel that something was very, very wrong. “Fine, how are you?”

  An uncomfortable silence stretched between the two of them.

  “Mary,” he began in a more human voice. “I am very ashamed at what happened last night. You don’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

  At least he acknowledged it. It was as if he was saying goodbye, and Mary knew that Mr. White was determined to have their relationship end. “But I liked it,” she protested.

  “It can never happen again.”

  “Why?” Tears momentarily choked her throat. Mr. White blurred in her tears and she blinked furiously.

  There was a bounce of Mr. White’s chair and movement. Suddenly, he was kneeling next to her and holding her shoulders. “Because it’s not right, Mary. I can’t trust myself around you.”

  “Mr. White, I don’t mind it! I want you!”

  He shook his head sadly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Mary. I am not an easy man to please.”

  “But—!”

  “I’m sorry,” he said in a final tone. “Go on, Miss Kramar. Get back to work.”

  His frosty tone had returned and Mary recognized the dismissal. Sniffing slightly, she stood up and left wordlessly. A sinking feeling in her stomach filled her with angst. For a few glorious hours, she had the world’s most eligible bachelor to herself. Somehow, she had ruined her chance with him.

  An idea struck her mind so quickly that it drove all her bad feelings away. All she had to do was get him so angry that he would lose control. Mary bit her lip nervously as she contemplated the idea. Suppose he fired her outright? If he fires me, I’ll go to the press.

  Earlier that day, a coworker had emailed her a link to a social media website. She nearly spat out her coffee as she recognized herself hanging on Mr. White’s arm. Great, she had thought. As if I don’t have enough problems. Now, she recognized it as a blessing. If Mr. White did anything to her, like fire her, all she had to do was make a statement to the press.

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  Mr. White had a quarter close meeting in the afternoon in the conference room. Mary had booked it in a room with plenty of windows and had deliberately opened the shades. She also had unbuttoned her blouse so that a hint of cleavage was showing, and had neglected to wear underwear or nylons. Mary had also ordered lunch for the meeting and had made sure that it contained lots of garlic. Mr. White loathed the smell of garlic. Anyone who brought food containing garlic in the office was guaranteed to have their lunch tossed in the trash. In one occasion, he had thrown someone’s lunch out the window, suffering burns from the sunlight in the process. Garlic was banned in the office. It was a policy as strict as his no sunlight edict, and Mary was about to break both. Mary shuddered at the wrath she was about to incite.

  “This way,” she murmured to the group of men waiting at the elevator. She would be attending the meeting as well. Mr. White liked to use her for note taking; she only hoped that this would be enough to provoke his rage. She smiled sweetly as she held the door open for the gentlemen. Down the hall, Mr. White was surrounded by the heads of sales and marketing as they made their way towards the room.

  They bowed their heads in acknowledgement to her and entered the room.

  “That smells great,” one of them said.

  Mr. White paused beside her, his legs stiffening under his charcoal grey suit. She could feel the heat emanating from the man; his magnetism drew her close like a fly lured by sweet, deadly poison. She could smell his cologne, and remembered how the smell had clung to her sheets when she woke up. She could still feel his cool hands forcibly parting her legs, his member slamming into her as his lovemaking reverberated throughout her body.

  The room stunk of garlic as they began ladling food onto their plates. The shades were also half open, allowing slivers of light throughout the room. Mary glanced at his profile and saw him hesitate. His lips pulled into a cruel grin as he realized what she had done.

  Mary fled the heat of his gaze and ducked inside before he could utter a word. She sat down near his seat and made a show of arranging her notes. Mr. White stood frozen at the entrance.

  The men began to glance at him curiously as he continued to stand in the door
way. Everyone was seated and waiting for him. He could not sit down with them without calling attention to the shades and embarrassing himself. Mary propped her face on her arm and gave him a quizzical look. As his gaze swept across the room, his eyes fixed on her with an expression of cold fury. His hands clenched at his sides as if he was imagining them around her throat.

  Feigning a look of embarrassment, Mary pushed back her chair. “Oh, I’m so sorry Mr. White. I forgot about your allergy.” She went to each window and closed the shades completely, smiling broadly at Mr. White’s furious face.

  With all the sunlight blocked, Mr. White edged into the room, his nostrils flaring. “Let’s begin.”

  As he sat down next to her, Mary nervously smoothed over her skirt.

  “Mr. White, as you know, we have been fortunate this quarter with a 50% increase in profits in several territories,” the senior director of sales operations began as the slideshow on the projector came to life.

  Mary tuned out his voice as she felt a shock—a male, callused hand was running up her crossed legs under the table. The hand slipped under her skirt and gripped her upper thigh in a painful hold. His fingernails dug into her skin and Mary knew that she would have bruises later. She bit her lip and didn’t cry out. She didn’t dare look at him. The message was clear: Mr. White was furious. Although it was painful, it made her pussy heat with anticipation. He would surely punish her for this, but the pleasure was all in the pain.

  As the meeting ended, Mary gathered her notes and stood with the intention of typing up the notes.

  “Miss Kramar, Where do you think you’re going?”

  The joyful mood that preceded the end of a successful quarter evaporated with Mr. White’s cold voice. Everyone turned to look at her as last words of conversation in the room fizzled out.

  Despite her excitement, Mary quailed under his anger. “I was going to type these notes, sir.”

  “I want you to go to my office and stay there until I’m done here.”

  A faint tinge of pink rose in her cheeks as she nodded and left the conference room.

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  Mary spun around in the chair as the door opened. She shot up from the chair as Mr. White emerged from the door and took long, quick strides towards her. His hair swung wildly around his face, and his fangs protruded from his lips. It was scary. Unable to control her fear, she uttered a little scream as he descended upon her.

  His arm pinned her body to his chest in a forceful embrace. Her head was jerked backwards as Mr. White grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked. Mary found herself looking directly into Mr. White’s smoldering gaze.

  “Is this what you want?” he growled in her face, his inch long fangs looked deadly from this angle. “You humiliated me in front of my associates. You wanted to provoke me, and you have—you stupid girl.”

  The venom in his voice made her flinch—but it was true. Even trapped in his painful hold, she wanted him to own her, to make her cry out, to fuck her until her sex was sore. What she wanted was so tantalizingly close that her pussy was soaked with arousal. Having neglected to wear panties, it dripped down her thighs.

  His nostrils flared. “I can smell your need for me, but why should I give you what you want?”

  His fingers snapped open her blouse and began to tease her, his fingers just brushing the top of her breasts. But then he seized her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard with his thumbnail.

  “Ah!”

  His breathing was getting heavier, and Mary knew that he would not be able to stop himself from taking her. She seized the back of his head and thrust her neck into his face.

  “Stop,” he whispered. He pulled away slightly, but could not get the smell of her blood out of his nose. His lips touched her carotid artery, the pulse beating against his skin. His nose nuzzled her flesh and his tongue darted out briefly to taste her.

  His quick breaths in her ear made her pussy clench. It was intoxicating to know how much power she held over this man. Her hand slid down the length of his body and rubbed over his hardened erection. She gave it a gentle squeeze.

  That was a mistake. He yanked on her hair so that she moaned and bit her neck savagely. His fangs sunk into her neck and warmth gushed out, spilling over his mouth and tongue. He sucked on the wound like a man starved of water.

  She continued to stroke the outside of his pants, grinding her palm against the coiled member. With every squeeze of her hand, Mr. White bit down harder, the movements of his tongue making Mary moan with pleasure. It was an incredibly intimate feeling, almost as if he was sucking on her pussy. She melted into his arms. Pleasure seeped into her bones, but she was still aching to be rammed into.

  Mr. White withdrew his mouth from her neck and swallowed. Dizzy, Mary almost fell when he released her.

  “Get on the floor,” he ordered, licking blood from his lips.

  She did as she was bid, still bleeding freely from her neck. Mary lay face down on the wooden floor. She lifted her skirt over her back, exposing her red, wet slit and ass. She heard his pants fall and clenched her pussy in anticipation. She couldn’t wait for the length of him to spear her pussy, to break her in half with his giant cock.

  His hand smeared her juices all over her thighs and ass. He cupped his hand around her neck and let her blood pool in his palm.

  Mary’s thighs clenched as she felt him smear her blood between her legs, prodding his fingers inside her slit so that it coated the walls.

  He spread her legs open like a frog’s, and Mary heard him give a low hiss as the tip of something cold and hard slipped down her pussy. “You will learn obedience, Miss Kramar. So help me, I will torture you until you give me the respect I deserve.”

  “Yes, Mr. White,” she moaned. She widened her hips at his touch, eager and ready. But the pressure was now hovering over her rectum.

  Pain sliced through her body as his cock thrust inside her ass without warning. She had never done anal before—it was painful. She cried out as he fucked her faster than she could feel her ring stretch to accommodate him. Shooting pain up her insides made tears squeeze through her lids as his thick rod pounded her mercilessly. It was a torturous sensation. She could feel his cock pistoning in and out, pushing against the back of her vagina, stimulating her arousal.

  He gripped her hips hard, his fingernails biting into her skin as he rammed himself balls deep. Pain shot up her stomach and she curled her hands into fists. She pushed her hips against him so that his member filled her completely. Every smack of his balls against her vagina sent electrical shocks of pleasure up her spine.

  But it wasn’t enough. She kept rising her hips, hoping that he would brush against her clit. His hand came down suddenly on her ass as he realized what she was doing.

  “You’re a selfish little slut, Mary,” he growled as he jerked his hips. “Your pleasure is secondary to mine.”

  His hands reached around her to briefly fondle her breasts and his mouth gnawed on her shoulder as he drilled into her ass. Every thrust bumped against the back of her arousal, almost stimulating her sexual needs but not quite. The rhythmical smack of his balls against her sodden pussy wasn’t enough.

  His mouth found her neck and his fangs penetrated her as his cock took her from behind. The tiny sting was nothing compared to the pain of his rock hard member savaging her insides.

  He was getting close. His mouth sucked harder on her neck as he rammed her, stuffing himself to the hilt. Mary’s body shook with every thrust, moaning, groaning with her unfulfilled ache. Every thrust was a tease, just like the wet, smacking sounds in the office. It drove her wild, but there was no release.

  “Mary, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he pulled back from her neck. He gave a very male grunt and shoved himself so deep that Mary screamed.

  She felt his cock twitch inside her and he kept drilling her. Her ass milked his cock as she felt wetness ooze inside her. When his cock was drained of cum, he withdrew from her and collapsed to his side, heavi
ng.

  But Mary was still unsatisfied. She reached down and touched her clit, massaging it.

  Mr. White saw and yanked her hand from her pussy. Anger flashed in his eyes as he forced her up and walked around his desk. He rummaged in the drawer and withdrew two sets of handcuffs.

  “You do not cum until I say so.”

  Mary felt his cum dribbling down her legs and wished he had blown his load inside her pussy. Her ass was throbbing in a pleasantly painful way, but her pussy kept clenching with need.

  He took her wrists and shackled each handcuff to her hands. Then he forced her to kneel under the desk. Her arms were forced apart as he clasped the handcuffs to the legs of his desk. She was facing his office chair but hidden under the desk.

  Mr. White smirked at her helpless position and undid her blouse. He took scissors from his desk and showed them to her.

  For a second, Mary was frightened that he would cut her skin with the scissors. But he slipped the metal under her bra straps and snipped. Her breasts fell out with a sigh as the bra fell away. His cold hand grasped one of her breasts and massaged it slowly. He squeezed it painfully, his eyes looking hungrier than ever.

  “God, you’re so helpless like this. It’s making my dick hard.” He swallowed as his eyes raked across her body.

  “Please,” she begged. Mary was forced to squat under the desk, cum dripping slowly out of her ass. It was humiliating and dirty.

  “I have to go, I’ll be back later,” he said shrugging on his jacket and zipping his pants.

  “But—”

  He pointed at her. “You stay there and think about what you’ve done. If you scream, or call out, things will get worse for you. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.” He gave her a sarcastic grin.

  Without another word, he left the office, leaving her to kneel on the hard floor.

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  Mary bumped her head on the desk with a loud thud as the door swung open. Her head smarting, she glanced around nervously, hoping that it was Mr. White. What would she say if one of her coworkers found her like this?