Billionaire Erotic Romance Boxed Set: 7 Steamy Full-Length Novels

by Priscilla West

  “Julie, you’re going to love the look of me naked. But you have to control yourself, remember, I’m in charge here, not you. But I’ll let you rub your hands over me; I’m not a monster, you know.

  “I’d turn you over and throw you on the bed, face down. I’ll lift your ass and spread your cheeks, inspecting what now belongs to me. I bet you taste sweet, right?” He was looking at me again, waiting for an answer. When I said nothing, he merely shrugged and continued on.

  “Of course you do. I could have you go down on me, it really depends on how you feel about it. If you’re into sucking cock, I might not let you, just to torture you a little. But I may let you, just to see how far down your throat you can take it. I’m willing to make a substantial bet that you probably don’t have a gag reflex. Maybe you can get the whole thing down your throat.”

  Leon Christensen, vulgar for vulgar’s sake.

  “Then I’ll slide into you, so slow that you’ll be moaning as every inch pushes further. I’ll take out the ball gag, because I’d want to hear every sound you have. A little feedback, you could say. I’ll get every single inch of me in you and then hold there, feeling you wrap around me. If you ask nicely, I’ll finger your asshole. If you ask very nicely, I’ll use two fingers.

  “I’ll switch between fucking you hard and soft, slow and fast. I’ll wrap your hair in my hands and pull back hard enough to have your back arch as I slam against you. Then I’ll make you beg. You’ll beg to come. You’ll beg me to come. Maybe if you’re as naughty as you look, you’ll beg me to fuck you in your ass. I’ll probably oblige on that one.” Leon pulled back from my ear to wink at me.

  A server placed another drink in front of him. The server was a female who looked like she spent every waking minute at the gym lifting as much weight as the place had. She was wearing a mini-skirt and bra that were both leather and concealed almost nothing. I marveled at her physique and when she saw my eyes on her, she merely smiled and walked away.

  Leon took a large swallow of his drink and turned back to me. The fresh smell of whiskey filled my nose as he spoke.

  “When I come, I’ll push my cock down your throat as far as it’ll go. If I allow you to come, you’ll do so with your eyes closed and yelling my name. But don’t be so foolish to think it simply ends when we come and then we go out for breakfast or some stupid shit like that. No, no, no. You’ll have to wash me, of course. Then, I’ll bind you up completely and blindfold you, gag you again, and you’ll act like a household dog for an hour. Maybe two.”

  I lifted my martini glass to take a sip and Leon raised his glass and knocked it against mine. “Cheers to a wonderful future together,” he said, winking at me again and licking his lips. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  His defense mechanism was definitely a formidable one. While I had told him that he wouldn’t be nearly as big a challenge as he thought himself to be, I couldn’t lie to myself. I might be able to handle him, but it wouldn’t be easy. I’d never failed a client that I had taken on before. If I accepted this man as a client, it would be all or nothing. There was no room for failure.

  I had sat there and listened to him try to offend me and push me away. If I had given in and slapped him or cursed him out, he would’ve won. His graphic sexuality might serve to barricade him from those who actually want to help him, but he had misjudged me. I don’t want to help him. I don’t really care about Leon Christensen or his love problems. I’m paid to help him, so that’s what I’m going to do, regardless of how he feels about it.

  Leon slid his chair away from mine now, satisfied that he had said everything that he needed to say. He rose from his chair. I rose as well and stood between him and his exit.

  “We’ll meet tomorrow, at my office. No more nightclub meetings. This is going to be our first official meeting. My secretary will give you a call tomorrow morning to arrange an exact time.”

  His face dropped. He looked at me in disbelief and leaned in closer as though he had misheard.

  “What?” he asked stupidly.

  “I expect you to be on time for the meeting as well. Please dress appropriately. This is a business meeting in a place of business. I’m sure you’re aware of what those are. Have a nice night, Mr. Christensen.”

  I smiled at him and offered my hand for him to shake. His puzzled look was turning into one of realization. He stiffened his jaw as the anger came into his face. He’d tried to sabotage his friend’s attempts at hiring me, but he had failed.

  We shook hands and I smiled at him politely. I walked out of his club, still smiling, sure that this was going to be my most interesting job yet.

  Chapter 4

  An alarm cut through my sleep. I rolled over in bed and clicked the snooze button, knowing that I was awake well before I needed to be. I had planned to get up early and hit the gym before work to get out some of the energy. The clock read six twenty-eight.

  The night before came flooding back to mind. The nightclub with the army of slaves and masters, all encased in leather and carrying whips as they drank and danced with each other in ways that I wasn’t sure I would, or could, ever understand. The smell of the nightclub was still on my clothes and the images were still fresh in my head. It had been an interesting night.

  I stared at the ceiling. My mind painted my memories on the white ceiling before me as though it were a screen and my mind was the projector.

  Leon Christensen looked back at me, his white teeth sharpened through a smile. He was close, so close now that I could smell him, despite the sweat and leather in the air. The drink in his hand was glistening with moisture beads from the ice cubes that chilled and diluted the expensive whiskey. It was probably single-malt. At least eighteen years old. Maybe even older.

  The light shined down on his slicked black hair, casting shadows over the contours of his face. His jaw line the sculptured model of perfection. I remembered studying the slight stubble that grew along his chin, a faint five o’clock shadow that dared to be let run free towards becoming a beard. When his thick lips parted, they showed those teeth that longed to bite into flesh, playfully at first, and then not let go.

  I got out of bed, shaking off the image of Leon Christensen’s beautiful face. I had slept naked last night, relishing the feel of my satin sheets again my smooth skin. I walked through my place towards the bathroom. I started the shower, turning the water hot and then watching the steam form on the windows.

  I got in the shower and the hot water set my skin. I could see Leon sitting beside my shower on a stool, silently watching me as the water poured over my feminine figure. I felt that familiar urge start to grow between my legs and my heartbeat quickened.

  I washed myself slowly. The image of Leon watched me rub the soapy suds all over my skin, paying special attention to the nipples that he would later be squeezing and pulling. I could see his pants grow tight as his cock turned to stone inside his pants.

  I closed my eyes and shook off the fantasy. When I opened them the image of Leon was gone and I was alone in the shower. I rinsed off and killed the water. Yet when I got out of the shower and toweled myself off, I almost longed for Leon’s sapphire eyes to eat up every available inch of exposed skin.

  I turned on some music in my apartment and shook off my lustful thoughts. I’d been neglecting my own needs for a little too long. It’d obviously been far too long since I had gotten laid. I would shake off the thoughts of my client, and get through the day. Then I would go out and find myself some company for tonight. I liked the idea of going to an upscale cocktail lounge and finding someone to treat me to a drink and a good fuck.

  My client, Leon Christensen. I repeated it aloud to myself, emphasizing the part about him being a client. I had rules. One of those rules was I never became involved with a client, not only sexually, but personally. Yes, I would get Christmas cards and wedding invitations, but I always declined and I never hung out with my clients once the contract was completed. It was always strictly business. I had never slept with a
client. I wasn’t about to start now.

  Leon was handsome. I could readily admit that. There was an aura of authority to him and he seemed to command the attention of anybody who was in the room with him.

  “Would you like to know just how big my dick is?” Leon had asked.

  His voice had grown slightly harsh when he had said dick, as though he knew that word was in itself harsh and he wanted me to make sure I knew that he knew that. Either way, it didn’t matter how big his dick is because I was never going to see it.

  The way he had talked to me had meant to be abrasive, but when I thought about it, I was a little turned on by some of the things. He’d been deliberately offensive and crass when it came to certain things, I was thinking of him obliging me on a desire for anal sex that I had never had, but my little fantasies this morning confirmed that not everything he said was offensive. I loved the idea of a man knowing what he wanted. A man who would take control in the bedroom.

  I shook it off. There were a thousand men just like Leon Christensen. I’d go find someone better than him tonight. After I resolved to do this, my lustful thoughts abated. Now, I was more focused on the real task at hand. I had to set Leon Christensen up with a woman.

  I arrived at the office a few minutes before April. I brewed some coffee and I ordered us some food to be delivered for breakfast. While I didn’t know much about April, I did know that while she was always on time, she didn’t eat before work.

  “Good morning, April,” I said as she walked in.

  “Good morning, Miss Facet,” she said brightly. April sounded happy. I wondered mischievously to myself that maybe April had gotten laid last night. I smiled wide and genuinely hoped that she had.

  “Look, I ordered us some breakfast, I’m assuming you didn’t eat?” I asked. She shook her head.

  “Great. We have a busy morning and there’s a lot we need to get done before lunch. I need you to call Leon Christensen and arrange a meeting for early afternoon. I’ve left his contact info on your desk. That’s first.”

  April sat at her desk and immediately set to work. I put on some music in my office and took a minute to bob my head along to a song that I had fallen in love with during high school. Memories of drinking in the back of cars at the drive-in movie theatre and parties where we had to run from the cops came flooding back. It was an escape from the hectic beginnings of my day and I relished the brief escape before April interrupted.

  “Miss Facet, here’s your food,” she said, placing down a styrofoam container down before me. I thanked her and she smiled as she turned to go back to her desk. However, before she reached her desk she stopped and called back to me.

  “Miss Facet, I called Mr. Christensen. He didn’t pick up, but I’ll give him another ring in an hour. I left him a message though.”

  I thanked her through a mouthful of an egg-white omelet with veggies and no cheese. I ate greedily, feeling hungry despite having missed the opportunity to go to the gym. I would go during my lunch break and get in a quick thirty-minute circuit.

  I finished my breakfast and tossed the styrofoam container in the trash, feeling a little guilty that my trash wouldn’t biodegrade for a thousand years. Then I walked over to the coffeepot next to April’s desk and poured myself another cup of black coffee. That was when the front door to our office opened.

  Leon walked in. He was dressed in a sharp suit that was perfectly tailored to him and cut from expensive fabric. He wore no tie, but he looked excellent. When he spotted April and I, he stopped.

  “Good morning, Miss Facet,” he said, walking forward. He extended his hand to shake mine and I took it.

  “Mr. Christensen,” I began, shaking his hand. “We haven’t arranged a time for our meeting yet. My secretary has been trying to get ahold of you for just that reason.”

  Leon turned to look at April. She immediately began blushing. Leon walked up to her desk and leaned in close to her.

  “I apologize, sincerely. It seems that while I might have missed your call, I definitely would have loved to talk with you.” Leon’s smile spread across his face. His eyebrows rose as he smiled and he looked as innocent as a cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse.

  “It’s quite alright, sir,” April stuttered.

  I felt a pang of annoyance. Leon had waltzed in our office without any consideration for our operations. I had specifically instructed him to arrange an appointment, and rather than follow the rules, he just showed up when he felt like it. Now, he was flirting with my secretary.

  “Mr. Christensen, please, follow me into my office.”

  Leon obliged. His eyes lingered on April for another minute as he walked into my office, his hands in his pockets. April turned away quickly when I looked back. Her face was beet red.

  “Please, sit,” I said, motioning towards a chair in front of my desk. Leon sat.

  “Excuse my intrusion, but this was really the only time slot I had available today. You were adamant about meeting today, but I knew that the afternoon wouldn’t work for me. Rather than miss this opportunity and break my promise to Stills, I decided to come in right when you guys opened.”

  I leveled my eyes at Leon Christensen and studied him. Normally, a meeting doesn’t have to be in my office. I’m very flexible with clients. I arrange meetings over the computer, the phone, or in their offices. My office is often the meeting place, but it’s not a rule of mine that I have meetings here.

  With this client, I knew that I had to get him on my turf. While he might be able to unsettle me in a nightclub with a crazy sex show going on right in front of us, there was nothing in my office that was going to rattle me. I was in my element.

  Leon Christensen was a special case. Last night had cemented that in my mind and now him showing up here unannounced, which I was almost sure was deliberate, only proved my theory. His control issues were obviously a part of his relationship problems, and the first step to wrangling him in would be to have him relinquish some of that control. Yet he already thwarted this attempt by showing up unannounced to my office.

  “In the future, you’ll follow the rules that I set regarding our meetings,” I said sternly. “I understand you’re a busy man and this time I’ll make an exception. But in the future, unless it’s some type of emergency or you’re just popping in to say hi, make an appointment.” I made sure to open my hands to him as I spoke, as though I were truly sorry that it had to be this way. Every word spoken was laced with a hint of sorrow, as though it were really beyond my control and I was just following orders.

  Leon nodded. He smiled again and then crossed his legs.

  “That’s very reasonable of you,” he said slyly. He opened his hands, palms up, emulating my mannerisms. His grin widened and I smiled back, showing him just how unfazed I was.

  “We’ll begin, Mr. Christensen,” I said. I pulled out a small tape recorder that I kept in my desk. It was an ancient relic at this point, and almost every client made a comment about it. “I’m going to record our conversation so that I can be more active in listening to you, rather than transcribing your comments. If this makes you uncomfortable, I will not record us, but I’ll still have to make notes on my computer. Are you alright with this?”

  “Absolutely, record away. Let’s create some memories for posterity,” Leon said dryly. “Are you positive your artifact still works?”

  I smiled. Every client makes a comment. “Yes, it is very reliable. No files get corrupted or lost in any kind of transfer. There’s a hard copy on this little tape and it has never failed me.”

  I placed the old tape recorder on my desk and pressed the record button. The sound of the wheels turning in the little device was audible in the room and Leon’s eyes fell on the recorder and he laughed silently.

  “Tell me, Mr. Christensen, what are some of your general likes and dislikes? And I don’t mean sexual likes and dislikes,” I said tonelessly.

  “First, I’d like it if you called me Leon. Mr. Christensen seems so... formal,�
�� Leon relaxed in his chair a little bit as he said this, “I suppose you’d like to know what type of music I listen to? Maybe my favorite restaurants? Well, I love all types of music, but I’d have to say the Beatles are my favorite band, right behind The Rolling Stones, as clichéd as both of those bands are to have as your two favorites. My favorite food is Thai food, and I could probably eat it three meals a day.”

  “What do you do for fun?”

  “I enjoy running my clubs, which I get to enjoy because the pressure of failure isn’t really there. My lovely mother has enough money to cover me if anything goes wrong, but I’ve been successful enough to not have to put my tail between my legs and ask for her to bail me out. It takes up a substantial amount of my time, but I do get a certain satisfaction from it. You’ve already been to two of my clubs, but the Nova is the typical type of club that I run. The Poisoned Lily is more of a side project.

  “I’ve got a few clubs like the Poisoned Lily, but they are under a shell company. I like to keep my name relatively clear of those sort of operations, more for my mother’s sake. Old money tends to frown upon BDSM,” Leon said, smiling. “If someone were to do any amount of digging, they’d find that it was under my name, but it’s not that big of a concern because there wouldn’t be much of a story there. The club is legal and Stills is technically the manager.”

  “Why did you decide to open up these types of clubs?” I asked.

  “I was already successful with my other clubs and I was interested in opening up a BDSM club that was of a higher caliber. I wanted a place where people with similar interests could come together and enjoy an elegant environment. I was introduced to BDSM and I know that many people who like high-class establishments also enjoy BDSM, so I recognized a market demand and I sought to fulfill that. I’ve been very successful with that as well.”

  The tape recorder continued on, a scratchy noise filling the silence that followed Leon’s words. I took a little notebook and made a note to myself as well. It was only two words. BDSM - Research.