A Billionaire Punishes Part 1 (Erotic Romance)

by Nic Saint

  “So, erm…” she said, her eyes shining from excitement and nervousness. “Well, see, the thing is that I promised Tamara I’d put in a good word for her, and… Well, um, sir…” Her voice trailed off under his close scrutiny.

  “You know, Erin,” he said sternly. “There’s one thing that I don’t tolerate from the people working for me.”

  “Yes, sir?” she said in a small voice, wringing her hands. He’d noticed she wasn’t wearing a ring, which was good. He wondered if she had a boyfriend.

  “I really don’t like all this ‘sir’ stuff. It’s either ‘Remington’ or nothing at all. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir, I mean, Remington, sir.”

  “And one other thing.”

  “Yes… Remington?”

  She was now gazing up at him with such a look of nervous anticipation, he had a hard time resisting the urge to sweep her off her feet and upset that peachy lipstick with his lips before pressing her nimble body close to his. His cock was so engorged it was starting to get painful.

  “Give your friend Tamara a call. I’m sure we’ll find a place for her at Hearts & Flowers.”

  He grinned as he watched her face light up.

  “You’re really—” he said, but before he could finish his sentence with ‘lovely’, he managed to restrain himself. He had no business hitting on his secretary on her first day at the job. Instead, he said, “—a good friend.

  “She’s the one who told me about this job,” she said. “If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t even be here.”

  “Then God bless Tamara Dunkle.” He held out a hand and she took it, gratefully. “Let’s show you around, shall we?”

  “Yes, Remington,” she said with a smile that set his world on fire.

  Feeling her slender fingers in his, he was overjoyed, even though he wanted more. Much more. But for now, merely holding her hand would suffice.

  Chapter 6

  The sight of that giant bulge in Remington’s pants had not escaped me. The moment he’d perched on the desk in front of me, his package straight in my line of sight, the thought of reaching out and simply placing my fingers on that monster cock of his, clearly straining to be released from the confines of his jeans, had made me lose focus for a moment there.

  Sometimes when my mind is preoccupied with something, my mouth tends to follow in its wake, and I’d had to make a conscious effort not to mention the fact that I’d wanted to jump his bones right then, right there. The man was simply a God. Not only was he sexy as hell, but funny and smart as well. And judging from the way he positioned himself in front of me, I could tell he liked me too.

  Which was odd, of course. Didn’t men like Remington Carswell fall for tall blondes with a huge rack and a perpetual tan? Pretty much the opposite of me? If he did dig the quirky secretary with the peach lip gloss, score for the home team!

  When he took my hand in his, my heart jumped at his touch. His strong fingers enveloped my hand in a firm grip, and for a moment I wondered how that same hand would feel grasping my tits—or my pussy?

  Don’t go there, Erin, I told myself, as he led me to my new desk. Don’t be the cliché secretary. You have a job to do here, so focus!

  “You like it?” a voice penetrated my jumbled mind.

  “Huh?” I said with my customary eloquence. “Oh, the desk. Yeah, it’s great.”

  Then I blinked. He’d simply led me around his office and now we were right back where we started: at his desk.

  “But this is your desk, right?” I said, confused. What’s more, he was still holding my hand, and the sensation sent shivers racing down my spine. Never let go, Remington, I mentally urged him. Never let me go.

  “No, this is your desk,” he said with that warm smile of his—dimples!

  “But…” I sputtered.

  “I don’t really have a desk around here,” he said. “They tell me it’s the modern way of doing business. The boss moves around, never settling down in one place, always available for anyone to have an impromptu meeting.” He grimaced. “Don’t know if I like it, but it seems to work.”

  He let go of my hand, then, to clear away some of the debris on the desk—my desk.

  “This stuff all belongs to Gladys,” he said, pointing at the large collection of brides magazines. “Feel free to throw away what you don’t need. I’m sure she won’t mind, otherwise she would have taken it with her.”

  “Great, thanks,” I said, looking around the spacious office with different eyes, now that I knew it was mine. Then, just when I was about to make a little victory dance, I remembered I was only here as Celeste’s gun for hire, and this office wouldn’t be mine for a very long time.

  “Come on,” he said, taking my hand once again in his, and my heart sang.

  He lead me around the rest of the company—which was surprisingly small. The third floor was mainly my office and a couple of meeting rooms—the biggest one in fact his impromptu office. Then there was the second floor, the real heart of the company, with a room full of customer service agents and sales agents. Then the marketing department, the HR department—one stern-looking female—and finally the place that Remington described as ‘the secret sauce of Hearts & Flowers’: the IT department.

  A single IT guy sat perched behind a computer, looking seriously busy and clearly unhappy to be interrupted while hard at work whipping up more ‘secret sauce’.

  “This is Alan, my main computer guy,” said Remington with a sweep of the arm in the general direction of the scrawny bespectacled figure glaring at us from behind his three computer screens. “Where’s Norman?” he said, searching around.

  “Supplies,” grunted the tall, ghostlike IT specialist.

  “Computer parts?” I said tentatively.

  “Pizza and Coke, more like,” whispered Remington. “The food habits of these guys poses a major health risk. But as long as the work is fine, I’m not going to force-feed them fresh vegetables and fruit juice.”

  “Pizza and Coke have all the nutrients a healthy body needs,” grumbled Alan.

  “Right,” said Remington dubiously. “This is Erin, by the way,” he said. “She’s my new secretary.”

  Alan’s eyes momentarily drifted in my direction, then straight back to his screen. “What happened to Gladys?”

  “Marriage,” said Remington.

  “Bummer,” said Alan.

  “Yeah, well. Accidents happen,” said Remington, rolling his eyes at me. I couldn’t help but snicker.

  “What’s so funny?” snarled Alan.

  “Nothing of importance, bud,” said Remington with a wave of the hand in Alan’s general direction. “Keep up the good work and—”

  “Someone’s been trying to hack the server,” Alan suddenly interrupted.

  “Again?”

  Alan nodded morosely.

  “Did they succeed?” said Remington, and I noticed he’d suddenly turned dead serious.

  “Of course they didn’t,” said Alan indignantly.

  Remington folded his arms across his chest and spoke but a single word. “Who?”

  “Do you need to ask? Flowers For You of course.”

  Remington’s lips tightened, and he threw me a worried glance.

  “Make sure they don’t get in,” he said.

  “Don’t worry, Rem. They’ll need a lot more than those measly hackers they hire to break down our firewall. This place is like a fortress.”

  “Keep it that way.”

  As we were making our way upstairs—unfortunately there was a staircase connecting both floors so I didn’t have the pleasure of sharing the elevator with Remington this time—my new boss appeared lost in thought. I couldn’t blame him. Celeste seemed hard at work trying to get to the bottom of what made Hearts & Flowers so successful.

  Another pang of guilt shot through me, and for a moment I considered coming clean and telling him all about my secret mission. Throw myself at his mercy. It wasn’t as if this whole thing was my idea in the first place. And af
ter spending only an hour with this man, my loyalties had completely changed. Screw Celeste and her devious tactics.

  “Can’t you sue her?” I said.

  “Mh?” he said, looking up. We’d arrived at my office and he stood poised on the threshold, apparently still mulling things over.

  “Celeste. Alan says he traced the attack back to her. Can’t you go to the police?”

  He barked a short laugh. “Unfortunately, no. Alan thinks these attacks are coming from Celeste, but he can’t prove it. The only way I would be able to sue, is if I caught Celeste physically breaking into this place. Catch her in the act.”

  He fixed me with those remarkable emerald eyes of his, and I felt like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

  “But of course she wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that, mh?” he said.

  “I guess not,” I said quietly.

  Then his face broke into a smile, and he touched my arm, giving it a comforting rub. “We’ll be all right. Alan’s at the top of his game. If he says our secrets are safe, you better believe it. Now why don’t you get settled in and then give your friend Tamara a call? If we can’t sue Celeste, at least we can steal away her top people, right?”

  “Right,” I said, my cheeks reddening as he gave my arm a tiny squeeze. Kiss me. Kiss me now!

  Involuntarily I leaned in, my face tilted up to his, my mouth slightly open, and he frowned before bending and brushing his lips against my cheek. We both lingered, not wanting to break the connection, as I put my hand on top of his as it still caressed my arm. His thumb touched the side of my breast, and a hot flash of excitement raced through me, centering between my legs. I twisted my torso ever so slightly, pressing the tender flesh of my boob against his strong hand. My mind was racing, but my body had a mind of its own. I wanted this man, and I wanted him now. On top of me. In my office. Now.

  I moaned as his lips caressed my cheek once again, and he held my gaze, his eyes registering surprise, then darkening into desire. That’s when I knew that he wanted me. Throwing caution to the wind, I arched up and kissed him. He was hungry for me, for his lips devoured mine with a passion I hadn’t felt in a man for a long time. I moaned as I opened my mouth to allow his tongue entry. Without hesitation, he darted his tongue into my mouth and found mine for a delicious dance. He folded me into his arms, enveloping me with his hard body—hard in all the right places—and I could feel his erect cock pressing against my lower belly through our clothes.

  He tousled my hair with one hand while our tongues danced an intoxicating dance, our bodies writhing against one another, my tiny boobs pressed up against his hard chest. I slipped a hand underneath his shirt and let it roam across the vast expanse of his broad back, then moving forward to feel his bumpy pecs under my slender fingers and finally slipping down to his taut belly and further down still, cupping his cock through the coarse fiber of his jeans. Oh, he was hard for me, incredibly hard, and his cock was straining to be released.

  I darted my tongue into his mouth, once again seeking his, insatiable, and then I gasped when he suddenly yanked me into the office and slammed the door shut behind us. He walked/carried me over to the desk, and lay me down on top of the array of papers and magazines. With a wolfish expression on his face, he grasped my breasts through my shirt, and said, “I want to see you, Erin. I need to see you. Undress for me?”

  Chapter 7

  I longed for his eyes on me as much as he did, so I practically ripped my shirt open, revealing the lacy black bra I was wearing underneath. I felt grateful now for the impulse I’d had that morning to wear it, for the sheer pleasure of watching Remington’s eyes widen at the sight of my pert breasts, adorned with the black lace. Teasing him, I rubbed my erect nipples through the soft material with the tips of my fingers, then slowly pushed down the bra and uncovered my pale breasts.

  “Oh, God, you’re even more gorgeous than I’d imagined,” he murmured, and he expertly unhooked the front strap of my bra and suddenly I was lying naked before him, my small breasts flat against my chest, my usually pink nipples hard and dark. My old embarrassment suddenly played a return date, and for a moment I worried that he would think I wasn’t enough woman.

  But then he brought his face down to my chest, cupped one breast in his strong fingers and fed it into his mouth, first gently sucking, then flicking his tongue against my sensitive nipple. I arched up, raking my hands through his thick dark hair, and a soft moan escaped my throat as he slicked my perky bosom with his saliva, puckering my pink buds at the touch of his tongue.

  I pulled in my legs and wrapped them around his waist so I would be more comfortable on the hard surface of the desk, and felt his hardness pressing against my pussy through our clothes.

  Once again I brought my hand down to touch him there, and decided to release the straining cock from its confines. I snapped the button of his jeans, unzipped him, then pushed down both pants and boxers. A meaty cock slapped against my hand. I couldn’t see him, for Remington’s mouth was still hot on my breasts, but I could feel the heft of it in the palm of my hand. It was huge and hard as granite. I wrapped my fingers around the head and instantly my palm was slick with pre-cum oozing from the tip.

  I teased the cockhead against my pussy, through the damp crotch of my panties, then unceremoniously slid them aside to reveal my naked cunt, and let Remington’s cock kiss my wet pussy, sliding the soft mushroomy tip along my soft labia, spreading them as I slipped the cock between my lips.

  Remington gasped against my chest as the tip of his cock rubbed against my pink folds, and gazed up at me, his eyes wide both with anticipation and surprise.

  “Fuck me, Remington,” I said, sliding his cock deeper into my hot cunt. “Fuck your little secretary.”

  “Let me taste you first,” he growled, and eased his cock out of my pussy. I whimpered when the connection broke, wanting him inside me so much, but then his mouth found my young cunt, and that felt even better.

  I slung my arms behind my head, my chest rising up, my pink nipples standing erect as the skin of my small breasts stretched taut. I opened my legs wide, placing my feet on Remington’s shoulders—I’d kicked off my uncomfortable heels the moment he’d plunked me down on top of the desk—and gave myself over to his devilishly delicious tongue working its way up from the crack of my ass all the way to my clit, where a soft tuft of crimson hair crowned my pale mound.

  “You’re red all over,” he said as he swallowed my mound, downy patch and all, into his mouth for a moment, before releasing it, slick with his saliva now, and moving his tongue across the soft hood concealing my swollen pleasure nub, teasing it out of hiding.

  The moment the tip of his tongue curled across my clit, electricity shot out from my pulsating cunt and spread out all across my lower belly, traveling up to my pointy tits and finally leaving a tingly sensation in my scalp. The man had a gift!

  As he flicked his tongue back and forth across my nub, a finger made its way between my soft, pink folds, tracing along the length of my inner labia, then slowly edging toward my hole and plunging into my flesh.

  My pelvis bucked as Remington’s thick finger entered the most intimate part of my body, and I rubbed myself against his mouth, wetting his lips with my juices. His eyes sought mine across my quivering breasts, and I heaved with the sensation of a second finger entering me, making a soft squelchy sound when he pulled them out, then plunged them into my flesh once more.

  “You’re wet,” he said.

  “You’re hard,” I said, gesturing at his erect cock, yearning to enter me.

  His only reply was to push his fingers into me once again, deeper this time, while his thumb played my clit in lazy circular motions. I slammed my head back against the desk at the sensation of his hand bringing me closer and closer to the first climax I’d had in weeks.

  “Oh, yes,” I said. “Don’t stop doing that.”

  And then suddenly it was as if a third finger had entered me, filling me all up, spreading my cunt s
o wide I gasped in surprise. Looking down, I saw it wasn’t a finger he’d shoved into me, but his thick, hard cock, spearing me, splaying my wet folds, his thumb still on my swollen clit.

  “You’re fucking me,” I said in surprise. “You’re really fucking me, Remington!”

  He didn’t answer, but shoved that hard cock of his deeper into my wet cunt, pushing it further inside me with every tilt of his pelvis.

  “Oh, God, that feels good,” he grunted. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you.”

  “You wanted to take me in the elevator?” I said, watching in fascination as I saw his flesh burrow between my legs.

  “Yes, God, yes. I wanted to push you up against the walls of that fucking elevator, and take you right there.”

  “You should have,” I breathed. “I wanted you to.”

  He grabbed for my boobs, and squeezed them between his strong fingers, then teased my nipples between thumb and forefinger until I squealed in delight. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me into him, spearing me onto his thick cock as it searched the depths of my young body, pumping deeper and deeper into me with every thrust.

  The ridges along the veiny shaft of his cock glistened with my pussy juices every time he emerged from my cunt, then sank that long, hard cock inside my body again, all the way in, until his balls brushed the crack of my ass. He was all the way inside, and still he pushed on, tugging at my hips, plumbing my depths.

  With a feral grunt, he shoved his cock so deep into me, that I could have sworn he pierced the entrance to my womb, his cockhead penetrating my womanhood.

  Suddenly I had a vision of Remington’s cock spewing its hot seed all across my womb, and the thought drove me wild. I slung my legs around his waist and now moved in rhythm with him, urging him on, willing him to enter me deeper and harder each time he drove that delicious cock of his into my tender flesh.

  Faster and faster he moved inside me, our breaths coming in pants and heaves, as he relentlessly fucked me, there on that desk, our sex connecting, our bodies melting. I slipped a hand down between our bellies and rubbed my clit as feverishly as he moved inside me, and then I could feel the surging contractions taking possession of me once again, and as Remington’s cock reached the deepest part of me, my body crested over into one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced in my young life.