Charming: A Cinderella Billionaire Story

by Sophie Brooks

  A sharp pinch on my nipple made me shriek. He’d done that much harder than I’d done it before to myself. That flash of pain traveled straight down to my clit and made it throb more. God, I wanted him.

  Shoving my thin shirt up, Ford kissed his way down my neck, skipped over the bunched up white fabric, and took my other neglected nipple into his mouth. I nearly bucked off the bed when he sucked it in, swirling his tongue, nipping with his teeth. Again, how many times had I described this? And the real thing was a million times better.

  “Ford, please…”

  He took his time, continuing to lick and suck at one nipple, almost as if he was trying to swallow it down, all the while teasing and tugging at the other. “What, sweetheart?” his voice was muffled and rumbly.

  “Please, I want to touch you, too.”

  He took my nipple once more in his teeth and pulled. All my focus narrowed in on that tender little nub, until it stretched enough that I gasped. He let it slide out of his mouth and settle back into place. “You can’t always get what you want. Not with me,” he said. And that should have made me frustrated, but somehow, it turned me on more. After all the times I’d role-played being submissive on the phone, bending to Ford’s will was even hotter than I’d ever imagined.

  Leaning slightly away from me, he shifted his torso, leaving my breasts and stomach exposed. Resting on one elbow, he let go of my wrists and undid his tie. He folded it once, twice, and then set it on my stomach. It was a promise, but I was too inexperienced with the way he played to know what kind. Then he sat up all the way and unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine.

  Even in the dim light, I could see the muscles come into view as he undid one button and then another. Holy shit, no wonder he’d filled out his expensive suits so well. The man was seriously ripped. Mouthwateringly ripped. God, he had to let me touch him soon or I’d die.

  Ford tossed his shirt aside, and suddenly, I wished that every light in the room was on. I could stare at his pecs, his abs, his biceps for days. I wanted to touch them. Lick them. Taste every inch of them. He smirked as if he knew what I was thinking. “Sorry, babe. This time, I get to do the touching.”

  With that declaration, he picked up his tie off my stomach and trailed it up my breasts, my neck, and my face. Then he twisted it around my wrist several times, and somehow fastened it above me. I tugged at it, trying to see how strong the bonds were, but then he leaned down to kiss me again, his tongue pushing into my mouth, claiming me for himself. I bit at his bottom lip when he pulled away, trying to keep him there as long as possible.

  Ford sat up and looked over my stretched out form in front of him. “I didn’t tie that too tightly. You could probably wiggle out of it if you really wanted to. The last thing I want is for you to be scared, Autumn. But there are some things I’ve been waiting months to do, things that are going to make you moan, and scream, and come harder than you ever have before. And I’m going to do them right now unless you say ‘no.’ Do you understand?”

  “Oh yes,” I breathed, and I couldn’t help writhing on the bed a little.

  “Good girl,” he said, and as before, those words made heat course through my body. Ford reached out one long finger and ran it lightly across my lip. It tickled when he trailed it down my neck. I couldn’t help giggling when he circled his finger around one nipple and then the other. And then he slid it across my stomach to my waist. To the button on my jeans. Oh my god.

  Slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, he flicked the button open. Cool air danced against my skin as he lowered the zipper. All of a sudden, I couldn’t remember what panties I’d put on this morning. Then it came back to me—teal satin and lace, cut high on my hips. That was a relief. I’d hate it if Ford had caught me in granny panties.

  He crouched over me now, both hands on my jeans, and I lifted my hips as he tugged my jeans over my ass and down my thighs. He pulled them off one leg and then the other. “Spread your legs,” he growled.

  Oh god. He was between my legs, looking up at me. I tried to image what he saw—my hands bound above my head. My hair a mess. My lips no doubt swollen from his kisses. My breasts bare for his eyes. And now only a thin layer of satin separating him from the heat pulsing at my center.

  His hands dipped under my thighs, and he lifted my legs up, settling them over his as he knelt between my parted thighs. “You look beautiful like this. You look like a woman who’s ready to melt in my hands… and in my mouth.”

  I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips or the way my hips lifted of their own accord. He chuckled, evidently enjoying my reaction. Then he leaned forward, and the sensation of his weight on me, pressing me down was absolutely bliss. But it made the ache, the need between my legs all the worse.

  At last, he touched me there. The same moment his lips met mine again, two fingers rubbed up and down my slit on the outside of my panties—panties that I suspected were quite damp. My overwhelmed brain couldn’t figure out which sensation to focus on. His kiss was magic, but his firm fingers pressing the fabric into my folds was driving me wild.

  I squirmed so much he rested more of his weight across my body, trying to hold me still while he took his time ravishing my mouth. But I needed more. So much more.

  “Ford, please,” I gasped, when I could twist my mouth away from his.

  “Please what?” he growled, his voice rumbly against my throat.

  “Please, sir?” I asked falling back on my Sultry Sirens training.

  He laughed at that, a low throaty chuckle that made my panties dampen even more. “Hearing your sexy voice say that is an erotic dream come true, but I meant tell me what you want.”

  Oh. What did I want? The answer was pretty simple: him. “Please… please could you… I really need to…”

  He paused, letting his lips trail across my throat before he pulled back and looked into my eyes. “For a woman who makes part of her living talking about sex to men, you seem to have gotten awfully non-specific all of a sudden. But I’m in a good mood. I’ll give you what you want.”

  The sparkle in his eye made me wild with anticipation. I waited, not even daring to breath, wanting to know so badly what he would do. Wanting so much for him to do it.

  “Hold on, sweetheart, this is going to be a wild ride.”

  And with those words, his fingers hooked onto the fabric of my panties and he gave a mighty yank, tearing through the flimsy material. In a flash, he was back down between my legs, his free arm pinning my knees to my chest as he buried his face between my legs. I cried out as his tongue plunged into my folds and found my clit.

  My cries deepened a moment later when he pushed a finger inside my slippery channel, and it was sensory overload. His tongue on my most sensitive spot, his fingers opening me, stretching me, pushing in and out of me. My back arched, my hips bucked up, only to be held down by him. It was like being electrocuted, only with pleasure. I could only react, only try to keep up with the incredible onslaught.

  “God, Ford, please…” I rasped, still unsure what I was asking. But he gave it to me anyway, swirling his tongue around, plunging his fingers in and out of me until I exploded under him, crying out, throwing my head back, writhing around so much that one hand almost slipped free of the restraints.

  His fingers stilled, deep inside me, but his tongue didn’t stop as he prolonged my orgasm, making me thrash around on the bed, yelling out incoherently. I’d never felt anything like this. Never. I’d never know it could feel like this. I didn’t know if it would with anyone but Ford.

  At last, he stilled, and my cries quieted, but I was still gasping, my breathing harsh as if I’d just run a race. A race that Ford had made sure I’d won.

  Ford was nuzzling my inner thigh with his nose. He’d released one of my legs. “Still with me, sweetheart?”

  “Barely,” I managed to say on my third attempt.

  He chuckled and climbed up the bed, coming to rest by my side. Reaching up, he loosened the tie around my wrists, and
I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, something I’d been dying to do for the last hour. Or the last week, now that I thought about it.

  Ford slid an arm underneath my head and cradled my body against his. When his lips met mine, I could taste myself on him. I don’t think I’d even gotten that turned on before. I don’t think I’d ever come so hard before. He’d done that for me, and he hadn’t even come. Exhausted as I was, I needed to do something about that. Tentatively, I placed my hand on his bare chest, feeling the firm muscles under the hot skin. Making circles with my thumb, I slid my hand down his abs, counting them as I went. Definitely an eight pack. But when I slipped a finger under his waistband, he caught my hand and returned it to his chest.

  “Tonight’s about you, sweetheart.”

  “But—”

  “But what? It’s to celebrate your new job.”

  “I thought that’s what the champagne and flowers were for.”

  “They were. But I figured if I said an orgasm was your third present, you might not have let me in the door,” he said with a chuckle.

  “I might not have,” I said, still panting a little. “I was pretty mad. But now that I know how good you can make me feel—well, let’s just say that maybe I’ll look for another new job next week.”

  He laughed, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Good. Then maybe you can give up being a fantasy girl for every pervert who calls your line.”

  This from the man who’d told me not to be ashamed of my job when he’d first got here? “I need that job,” I said, with a frown.

  “You needed it. Now you’ve got a full time job.”

  “Which hasn’t even started yet!”

  Ford squeezed my arm, pulling me closer. “Relax, Autumn, I was just thinking out loud. I realize that it makes me a total hypocrite to suggest that. But I just don’t like the thought of you talking to those other men. Doing what they say. Following their orders. Especially not now that I know how good you are at following orders.”

  “Am I?” I hadn’t really done much. He’d initiated everything. But maybe that was the point.

  “You are,” he said firmly. “And you also sounded every bit as sexy as I’d imagined. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to make you moan, shriek, scream when you came. I was expecting it would be hotter than hell, but the real thing was even better. You sounded amazing.”

  “Thank you,” I said, not entirely sure that was the kind of thing someone was supposed to say thanks for. But now that my voice was my livelihood, I guess it was good to know it was appreciated in all capacities.

  Ford kissed me again and then looked at his watch. “Don’t you have to get Cara soon?”

  “Yes,” I said, a little reluctantly. It wouldn’t be easy to pull away from Ford’s embrace. I still wasn’t sure exactly how I’d gotten here, but now that I was here, I didn’t want to leave.

  “Do you want me to drive you over to the library?”

  It was tempting. My arms and legs still felt limp and spent, as if I’d just engaged in a long workout. But I really didn’t think I could handle Ford and Cara making small talk while I blushed and relived what he and I had just done.

  “I should probably get her myself.”

  “I understand,” he said. And I knew that he did. He may not have any siblings of his own, but so far, he was really wonderful with mine.

  After that, we got dressed quickly, and I did my best to make it look like two people hadn’t just been thrashing around on my bed. Ford cleared the champagne away, and I put the flowers back in the kitchen. He walked me down to my car and then kissed me one last time.

  As I drove to pick up my sister, I wondered how this thing with Ford—whatever it was—had just gone from zero to sixty, but then I stopped myself. I’d think about that tomorrow. Tonight I was just going to remember how amazing it had been.

  And try to stop blushing by the time I picked up my sister.

  19

  Autumn

  I felt like a shy kid on the first day at a new school when I stepped through the doors of Heidi’s company on Monday. A big sign that read Montgomery Multimedia hung over the empty reception desk. I was about fifteen minutes early—Heidi had asked me to get here at 8:30.

  Nervously, I set my bag on the desk and slipped off my light jacket. Cara and I had spent a long time yesterday picking out something for me to wear. It wasn’t like I had a big supply of business casual clothes, but we’d finally decided on black slacks, low heels, and a lilac button-down blouse that she’d gotten for a school presentation.

  All weekend long, my mind kept returning to Ford, lying next to me in my bed. Kissing me, whispering sexy things to me. Making me come. It had been incredible—and surreal. Somehow, the surreal part was the strongest. It was still really hard to wrap my head around this rich, handsome guy being there with me. Wanting me. Caring enough to want to make up for upsetting me.

  Try as I might, I just couldn’t get why. Why me? Okay, I could accept that he was attracted to me. But a hot guy like that—he must have women falling all over him every day. So that didn’t explain why me. Would he have fallen for whatever woman he’d first spoken to at Sultry Sirens? Surely the other employees, only a few of whom I’d met, knew how to use their voices to turn men on just as I did?

  I think part of the problem was that I wasn’t even very well practiced in dealing with ordinary guys, let alone rich, older, confident ones who oozed sex appeal. In some ways, I was almost as inexperienced as Cara who blushed every time this cute bag boy at the supermarket said ‘hi’ to her. Well, maybe I wan’t that bad. But when I was around Ford, sometimes I felt like I was.

  “Good morning.” Heidi’s crisp heels tapped across the floor as she approached me, looking every bit the calm, competent manager she was already proving to be. She had on a skirt and a blouse not all that different than mine, but her trench coat looked name-brand, and her jewelry spoke of a level of income no one in my family had ever achieved.

  Self-consciously, I followed her down the hall, but I felt better when Heidi reached her office. The trench coat got hung up, the heels were kicked off, and she reached for a big ol’ bottle of diet soda instead of coffee like every other grown up I knew. I refused both, but sipped on water as she took me through all the paperwork.

  I’d never had a job that required me to fill out information for retirement plan, to name beneficiaries, and dozens of other forms, but Heidi walked me through it since her firm wasn’t big enough to have its own HR staff. And when it was all done, she introduced me to the team I’d be working with, and then took me out to an early lunch at a local cafe.

  “So what do you think?” she asked, once we both had our salads and half-sandwiches. I knew she wasn’t talking about the food.

  “I think it’s amazing what you’ve built from scratch.” Ford had told me that she’d only been in business for three years, but already her media company was in high demand. That was one of the reasons she was hiring.

  “Thank you,” she said, plucking a crispy crouton out of her bowl and popping it in her mouth. “But what do you think about the team? About the work you’ll be doing with them?”

  “I… I think I have a lot to learn.” I’d met the three other people who’d been working on the training videos I’d be doing the voice-overs for. They seemed nice enough, but scarily competent. They kept throwing around acronyms I didn’t know, and using technical terms I could only guess at.

  “Are you worried about diving right in on the voice work?”

  “Not really. I guess that’s the only part I feel comfortable with.”

  “Well, you should. You have an amazing voice. Just what we were looking for. When you’re feeling confident, I mean, like when you were describing your knitting. Not now, on your first day.”

  “Sorry,” I said, looking down at my sandwich. I’d gotten a BLT in honor of Ford, since he’d helped me get this job.

  Heidi chuckled. “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t a criticism. No
one sounds a hundred percent confident all the time. One guy who used to work with us, he sounded like this wheezy weakling until he went up to record. Then his voice morphed into those old newsreel announcers they used to play during movies.”

  I smiled at her and then took a bite of the sandwich. It was delicious, but I was careful not to let the tomato drip on my light-colored blouse.

  “Tomorrow afternoon is the first recording session, so get lots of sleep tonight. And hydrate as much as possible.”

  I nodded, even though her pronouncement made it suddenly hard to swallow the lump of bread in my mouth. Still… this was the part of the job I knew I could do. “What are the training videos about?”

  “Roger and the others will explain it all to you once we get back. And tomorrow, I’d like you to tour Davenport, just so you get a feel for what they do.”

  Caught in the middle of taking a sip of water, hydrating like she’d told me to, I started to cough. I grabbed my napkin and held it against my mouth as I continued coughing, with Heidi looking on in concern. She passed me more napkins. “You okay?”

  It was a long moment before I could speak again. “Yeah… I just, I guess I swallowed wrong.”

  “Well, please be more careful with those vocal cords. They’re an important part of my business plan.”

  “I will,” I sputtered. “But… did you say something about Davenport Industries?”

  “Yes. They’re one of our biggest clients, and I’ve got a whole team devoted to their training videos and presentation needs. The team you just met.”

  “So I’m—I’m part of that team?” Please let this not be happening. Out of all the businesses in the city, why did it have to be that one? I held onto a very slim hope that maybe I’d be working for another client.

  “Yes, that’s why I introduced you to them,” Heidi was looking at me strangely as if worried that I’d coughed out brain cells instead of water molecules.

  “I know, I just… I didn’t know the project they’re working on is for Davenport.”