At The Billionaire's Request (The Billionaire's BBW Series)

by Hamilton, Angelina Jenoire

  Naked, he padded to the window and looked out, surprised to see Kirsty’s car parked near the garage door. Was he dreaming? He blinked a couple of times just in case his eyes were playing tricks on him. The car was still there.

  Grabbing his silk robe, he went downstairs and opened the front door. It was definitely Kirsty’s car. But where was she?

  He slipped his feet into is shoes and walked across the gravel to the Corsa. As he approached he saw Kirsty lying on the backseat, covered with a blanket. He knocked on the window.

  She stirred and opened her eyes, looking up at him through the window before realization dawned on her face and she hurriedly opened the door and climbed out of the car. ‘Tyler!’ She threw her arms around him and the familiar feel of her softness, of her lustrous hair against his neck, of her hips beneath his hands, made him eager for her.

  ‘When did you get here?’ she asked him.

  ‘Yesterday.’

  She looked around, confused. ‘But...your car...’

  ‘Is in the garage behind you.’

  ‘Oh. Your parents?’

  ‘Are in Spain. They spend a couple of months there every year.’

  ‘I’m so glad to see you!’ She hugged him again.

  ‘Come into the house. You look tired. What were you doing sleeping in your car?’ He took her hand and led her to the house.

  ‘I drove all night to get here. I didn’t want to wake anybody. I didn’t know you were here alone. If I did, I would have battered the door down to see you. But you didn’t answer any of my calls.’ She wiped a tear from her eye and he guessed it was a tear of relief. He felt bad for not contacting her but his thoughts had been in turmoil. He had thought she wouldn’t want him anymore. Seeing her now, holding her in his arms, he felt foolish for ever having those thoughts.

  ‘I switched my phone off.’

  ‘But why didn’t you call me? If something happens like this, you’re supposed to call me.’

  ‘Come upstairs...you need sleep.’ He closed the front door and led her up to the bedroom.

  ‘I don’t think I can sleep. I’m so excited to see you. I’ve been out of my mind with worry!’

  ‘Well just rest on the bed. You must be exhausted.’ They reached the bedroom and she pulled away from him, moving to the window. Framed by the morning light, she looked wonderful and curvy and sexy. Tyler felt a stirring beneath the robe.

  ‘Why didn’t you call me?’ she asked. ‘Why did I have to learn about all this from that horrible Anastasia woman?’

  ‘After the Board meeting, I didn’t know what to do. I got in my car and drove. I knew my parents were away so I headed up here to get some space to think.’

  ‘Space away from me?’

  ‘No...yes...I don’t know. After what happened, I wasn’t sure you would want to continue our relationship.’

  ‘What? Tyler, I love you.’ She came to him and stroked the side of his face tenderly with one hand.

  ‘I’ve lost it all, Kirsty. The companies, the money, the control.’

  ‘That’s what hurts the most isn’t it? The loss of control. You need to be in control.’

  ‘Ever since Dwayne’s death, I’ve been in control of everything in my life. Now, I control nothing.’

  ‘Yes you do,’ she said, looking into his eyes. ‘You control me. You always have. Take control of me now.’ She removed the T shirt she was wearing and unhooked her bra, letting her heavy breasts spill out for his viewing pleasure. She tugged off her jeans and panties and stood before him naked. She lowered herself to her knees, averting her eyes from him and looking at the floor. She raised her arms above her head, wrists pressed together in supplication.

  Looking down on her like this, naked and curvy and awaiting his command and touch, he felt his cock harden and his balls tighten. He went to where he had placed his black silk tie over the back of a chair near the dresser and he used it to bind her hands. She gasped as he tied her, her large breasts rising and falling as she breathed rapidly and excitedly. Her nipples rose from the surrounding flesh like two hard buds.

  Wrapping the loose end of the tie around his own wrist, he pulled her up and guided her to the bathroom door, tying her to the brass hook above her head. She was bared to him, the wood of the door pressing against her back and bottom, arms above her head and secured at the wrists, her heavy tits rising and falling in time with her excited breathing. He could smell her arousal drifting to him from the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair between her legs like a primal aphrodisiac.

  He opened the robe and her eyes went to his rigid, thick cock. Her breathing became even faster as she looked at his manhood. He shrugged off he robe and moved to her, pressing his naked body against hers and kissing her hard. Her mouth accepted the invasion of his tongue and she moaned with pleasure. Tyler’s hands cupped each breast, his fingers moving teasingly over the hard nipples. Kirsty squirmed beneath his touch and her kiss became more urgent.

  His tongue invaded her mouth, just as his cock would be invading her body. Her tongue danced with his and she arched her back to press her nipples harder against his fingers. He moved his hands away, making her wait, although he wanted nothing more than to plunge himself into her, to bury himself within her tight pussy and fuck her until he exploded.

  ‘Tyler, please touch me,’ she pleaded, writhing against the door.

  ‘Don’t call me that...call me Master. I control you. You have given yourself to me.’

  She looked at the floor and moaned, ‘Yes...Master.’

  Hearing the word come from her pretty, full lips made him want her even more. His cock felt so tight and hard, rising from between his legs like a thick tower. He moved forward and grabbed Kirsty’s plump, soft thighs and pulled them up around his waist. The position exposed her pussy to him and he looked down at her inviting entrance with unbridled desire. ‘Now you are going to feel your Master’s cock inside you,’ he told her before pressing his hips forward and touching the swollen head of his manhood against the wet heat of her pussy lips.

  ‘Take me, Master,’ she moaned. ‘Please.’

  He plunged into her with a strong stroke that opened her up to his thickness and brought a loud gasp of surprise from her. He felt her tightness envelop him and he grunted with the pleasure of the sensation as he fit snugly into her. He withdrew until only his head remained inside her and looked down to see his shaft slicked with her sex juices. Pushing forward with his hips, he watched himself disappear inside her again, feeling her inner muscles grip his cock. He began to thrust in and out of her, taking pleasure from her. Kirsty’s soft, womanly body shook and trembled as he fucked her. Her breasts rolled heavily each time he thrust up into her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ as she gasped with every powerful push of his manhood.

  His hands grabbed her bottom and the soft lushness of her cheeks excited him. He dug his fingers into the giving flesh and Kirsty cried out. As he continued to pump into her with his cock, Tyler moved his hands closer to the crack of her plump bottom, stroking his finger down over her intimate place. She groaned when he touched her there.

  The door slammed against the frame each time Tyler rammed himself into Kirsty. He buried himself up to his balls in her hot tight flesh. He needed to be one with her, to possess her entirely.

  He pulled out of her and removed the tie from the brass hook, turning Kirsty around to face the door before securing her there again. Now her curvy bottom faced him. He played with the soft flesh of her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, eliciting moans of pleasure from her, before he traced his finger up the crack, touching her tight hole lightly. She shivered and pushed her hips back to give him easier access. He pressed his thumb into her and she let out a low guttural growl.

  ‘I’m going to put my cock in there,’ he whispered to her.

  She trembled against him and he wasn’t sure if it was fear or desire but she said nothing.

  Leaving her for a moment, he went to the bedside table and retrie
ved a bottle of lube. He spread the cool liquid around Kirsty’s back entrance and over his raging cock. Kirsty looked over her shoulder at him and he wasn’t sure if the look in her wide eyes was a plea for him to stop. ‘If you want me to stop, you know the word to say,’ he told her.

  She closed her eyes and her head dropped as she waited for him to do with her as he pleased.

  He held the twin heavy globes of her soft bottom cheeks and guided the head of his cock to her entrance. He pushed forward and she moaned as the head of his manhood slipped past her sphincter and entered her. Tyler hissed out through his teeth with pleasure. She was so tight. With the lube to help him, he pushed in further until half of his shaft was buried in her plump backside. Kirsty trembled like a leaf on a powerful breeze but she did not use the safe word to stop him. Instead, she braced herself against the bathroom door with her arms and steadied herself in readiness for his thrusts by planting her feet firmly on the floor.

  Holding her hips, Tyler slid back and forth inside her, the tightness pressing all around his sensitive penis sending pure pleasure through his entire body. He grunted each time he felt the tightness open to his thrust then close around him again. This was too much. The feelings of being inside Kirsty, coupled with the sight of her tied to the door, her plump arse being plundered by his cock, were almost too much to bear. He felt a tingling in his balls and he knew he was going to come. He couldn’t control himself any longer. His body had tipped over the point of no return and a primal signal in his brain was giving the command to release his seed.

  ‘I’m going to come!’ he moaned and then he was twitching and spurting inside her, releasing his seed as a wave of bliss overcame him and he became helpless to its bright explosion in every nerve-ending in his body. The joy seared through him and he leaned over Kirsty gasping and panting, ‘I love you,’ over and over until he was spent. He rested his face on the back of her neck and nuzzled her softly. She smelled of sex and sweat and strawberry shampoo.

  She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled. ‘Did you like that?’

  ‘Oh, God, yes!’

  Chapter Four

  Kirsty woke up at noon and slowly opened her eyes. The sun streamed in through the window. She stretched in the bed, enjoying the feel of the crisp cotton sheets against her naked body. After the morning’s sex, she had showered and Tyler had tucked her up in bed, kissing her on the forehead before leaving the room. She had fallen asleep immediately. The bed was so much more comfortable than the back of the car.

  She had dreamed of distant voices talking about things she couldn’t quite make out. Now she was awake, she realized those voices were real and there were people talking downstairs. Were Tyler’s parents home?

  Tyler had brought her weekend case up from the car and placed it on the chair next to the dresser. Kirsty opened it and found underwear and a pair of jeans and a sweater. She pulled them on and went to the window. Outside, a black Saab sat on the gravel next to her own car.

  She opened the bedroom door and listened. Tyler was speaking to a man in the living room. She couldn’t hear what they were saying and she didn’t feel right eavesdropping on Tyler anyway so she went downstairs, letting the creaking wood of the staircase announce her arrival.

  In the living room, Tyler stood near the lit fireplace wearing blue jeans and a dark grey knitted sweater. Every time she saw him she was surprised by how good looking he was. And she was even more surprised that he was with her.

  Sitting in the armchair near the window, a man in his fifties wearing a black suit and blue tie looked over at her as she descended the stairs. His eyes, behind horn-rimmed glasses, were friendly and grey. His hair was snow white and reached his shirt collar. ‘You must be Kirsty,’ he said as he stood. He was tall and slim.

  ‘Kirsty, this is my friend Jeff McGarva. Jeff...Kirsty.’

  The older man shook Kirsty’s hand and said, ‘Nice to meet you, my dear. Tyler was just telling me about your books. I’ve never met an author before.’

  She blushed. ‘Well I’ve never met any of Tyler’s friends before.’

  ‘Jeff is here on business,’ Tyler said. ‘He’s on the Board at TGA.’

  ‘The Board that fired Tyler?’

  ‘We didn’t fire him,’ Jeff said. ‘There was a vote of no confidence. I voted the opposite way, trying to keep Tyler in his job. I also tried to get other Board members to vote the same way. We were outnumbered. It looked to me like the whole thing was a set up. The moment Tyler relaxed his control just a little, those wolves came in scratching and snarling.’

  ‘Jeff has been looking into the legality of what happened and he feels there are some discrepancies in the way things were handled and the way things were presented to the Board.’

  ‘In other words, I think Gerald and Anastasia lied,’ the old man added. ‘Keith Harmon and I are going over some legal documents regarding GissepItalia Auto Parts, the deal that went wrong in Milan. If Gerald and Anastasia were vying for power at that time, it may be clear in the way they had TGA’s legal department draw up the contract.’

  ‘It’s a long shot,’ Tyler said.

  ‘Anyway, I should get on the Motorway,’ Jeff said. ‘It’s a long way back to London. I’ll probably end up sleeping in a motel somewhere between here and there tonight.’

  Kirsty wanted to tell him he was welcome to stay at Darkmere but it wasn’t her house and she had no right. Tyler didn’t make the offer either; instead, he shook Jeff’s hand and said, ‘Good to see you again, Jeff.’

  ‘You too, Tyler. Now take it easy and look after this author of yours. Leave all the work to Keith and myself.’ He laughed. ‘Nice to meet you, Kirsty.’ Tyler showed him to the door and Kirsty waited by the fire, listening to Jeff’s Saab pull away on the gravel.

  Tyler returned to the living room. ‘If anyone can pull something good out of this mess, it’s Jeff and Keith,’ he said.

  ‘But it doesn’t sound very hopeful, Tyler.’

  He shrugged. ‘It’s all we have.’

  * * *

  They spent the afternoon relaxing in the house. Kirsty wanted to write but her thoughts were all over the place. She was thankful that she was out of any contractual obligation to Inception Publishing since she had signed on a book by book basis for her BDSM books. She couldn’t bear the thought of being obliged to write for Anastasia Golde. She would have to contact Jane soon and tell her that the next book needed to be shopped around.

  But the situation and the fact that she had no deadline looming over her meant that she felt no pressure to write at all. But if she didn’t write, how was she going to live? She had money in the bank but she wasn’t rich by any means and that money would soon run out.

  Tyler sat in the armchair by the window going through files on his laptop. He was still looking for something to implicate Gerald and Anastasia, something that would prove they had colluded to take over TGA and had orchestrated the Milan disaster. Kirsty had little hope he would find anything. If those two snakes were cunning enough to take over the company the way they had, they would be smart enough to cover their tracks.

  Her fears were confirmed when Keith Harmon called Tyler and said that he had been over the GissepItalia contract and backing documents and he couldn’t find anything to suggest anything underhanded in the way they had been written up. Tyler ended the call and closed his laptop. He ran his hand through his hair and stared out of the window at the trees.

  Kirsty was afraid that if he didn’t relax a little, Tyler was going to have some sort of breakdown. ‘Let’s go for a walk,’ she suggested.

  ‘Yeah, sure.’

  * * *

  ‘Tyler, I know it’s difficult for you but you have to try to let all this go a little,’ she said as they walked through the trees toward the lake. The soft breeze coming in from the water held a slight chill. Kirsty hung onto Tyler’s arm, feeling his powerful muscles beneath the sweater and looking forward to being in bed with him later.

  ‘My whole life is c
rumbling away,’ he said. ‘I’m not the type of person who can just let that happen without a fight.’

  ‘I know but I’m worried about you. I love you.’

  They reached the edge of the lake and walked along the rocks toward the ramshackle wooden dock someone had built here once. It jutted out into the lake at an odd angle because its wooden uprights were decaying beneath the water line.

  ‘When I came out here after I got fired, I didn’t think we had a future anymore,’ he said. ‘I thought that our relationship would end.’

  The words sent a chill through her. ‘Why would you think that?’

  ‘I’m not exactly the man you fell for.’

  ‘You are exactly the man I fell for. I wasn’t attracted to you because of your job or your money. I love you, Tyler. I don’t like it that you thought I wouldn’t still love you just as much.’

  ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘I’m here, aren’t I?’

  He looked up at the cliff where his brother had been sitting just before his death. ‘I’ve been so stupid,’ he said almost to himself.

  ‘What are you talking about? Tyler?’

  His attention was caught by something out on the lake. He squinted against the sun reflecting off the water’s surface.

  ‘Tyler?’

  ‘I don’t believe it,’ he said, removing Kirsty’s arm from his and stepping out onto the decrepit dock, all the while staring out at the water.

  ‘What is it?’ she asked. His behaviour was unsettling. Had he finally snapped? Maybe walking out to this area of the lake...the area where Dwayne’s body had washed up...was been a very bad idea.

  She followed his gaze. There was something small and white bobbing about on the water. Why was Tyler so interested in it?

  He reached the end of the dock and looked at the floating object longingly for a moment before diving into the lake. Kirsty gasped, ‘Tyler!’ as he jumped in. What was he thinking? He surfaced and swam out to the small white object, grabbed it and swam back to shore.