Blackmailed into the Billionaire's Bed(19)

As he raised himself from his knees and stood between her legs, which now hung limply over the edge of his desk, she noticed a subtle change in his demeanor and guessed he was rethinking the situation. Typical man, he may be selfish enough to deny her the pleasure she craved, but just like any guy, he wasn’t about to sacrifice his own pleasures anytime soon.

Without another word, he started to shed his clothes. Not wearing a jacket or tie again, he first removed his shirt, which already had the top two buttons undone. As he peeled it away and dropped it to the floor, she couldn’t help but admire the sculpted physical perfection that stood before her. Broad shoulders complemented by a powerful, honed chest, which was dusted with the merest smattering of masculine hair, tapered gloriously down to a taut, washboard stomach. This guy didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.

As he popped the button on his pants and slid the thin leather belt through its loops, she got the first glimpse of what lay beneath. He paused and stared directly at her.

“You wanna see, honey?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Oh, yeah.” All resistance now gone, she’d enjoy everything this sexy guy had to offer.

Keeping his eyes focused expressly on her, she was well aware from the enigmatic smile gracing his masculine features that he’d lowered his pants a few inches.

Mac’s eyes were hooded and aroused. “Take a look, honey. It don’t cost nothing to look.” His voice was velvety yet commanding.

When she didn’t respond immediately, he authoritatively added, “I insist that you do.”

So wanting to look and acutely aware of his displeasure if she didn’t, Kendall allowed her gaze to drift inexorably downward. Oh, boy. She wasn’t disappointed with what she found, because his huge erect cock, now released from its captivity, was an awesome sight. When she’d seen it pushing against the inside of his pants, she’d thought him large, but to see it fully exposed in anger for the first time made her reassess her initial judgment and add a further twenty percent to both length and girth. His prick was mighty. Exceptionally large and thick, it jutted from his groin at an impressive angle.

“Like what you see?”

Unable to find the words she needed, she silently nodded like a dumb idiot.

With his penetrating gaze still burning into her, she watched him caress his magnificent length, as though it were a separate entity in itself, an individual life force.

“During the next ten days, you will be required to touch, kiss, lick, suck, and swallow the contents of my prick. This is nonnegotiable. Understand?”

The dumb idiot within her remained, and she found herself mutely nodding again.

“But for now, even though I’m still pissed with you for stealing my money, I’ve decided to break you in gently by just thrusting my eager prick deep inside your sexy wet slit. Oh, yeah, I’ll thrust it so deep inside, you’ll be begging me to let you come.”

His approach was crude and brash, but had the effect of making her want him to put his words into action. Dear God Almighty, he had ninety-nine percent of the power and control. If she could just retain the other one percent, at least she’d be able to keep a sliver of her self-respect. “I won’t beg.”

The arrogant bastard threw back his head and laughed—a booming laugh that stole that final one percent from her.

“Your memory’s real short, honey. You’ve already begged, and it was like music to my ears, and you’ll do it again and again, too. Whatever I command of you, whenever I command it, you’ll dance to my tune.”



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Naked from the waist down save for sheer black stockings and suspenders, Kendall lay waiting sexily over his desk. Her demeanor showed signs of vulnerability, mixed with a little feistiness. Mac always found this combination of attributes extremely attractive in a woman.

He was still angry with her for stealing a million bucks from right under his fucking nose, and he guessed his displeasure would show in the way he fucked her—hard and uncompromising. He figured that despite her demure outward appearance, and her cultured sophisticated manner, she’d like her sex rough. Well, he was just the man to oblige, because he’d been born on the wrong side of the tracks, and something like that never leaves a guy.

Anyway, the time for talking and introspection was over. With his hard-on raging, he rolled a condom down his shaft, and then roughly took hold of her hands and pinned them above her head. He saw her eyes briefly widen with a mixture of fear and arousal as he flattened her achingly beautiful body to his desk. With his weight on top of her, the tip of his cock lay nestled against the entrance to her silky smooth pussy. When he closed his eyes, he felt her feminine warmth and lubrication transfer from her to him.