Coerced (Billionaire romance)(4)
“Don’t presume to know my type, Elizabeth. I like women. Of all kinds. There’s nothing sweeter than a hot pussy or a wet mouth on my hard cock. Why should I limit myself to a certain type?”
He withdrew his finger slowly and then, in a move that shocked her senseless, sucked her juices off.
He grinned. “Delicious. I shall look forward to making a full meal out of your pussy but first...business.”
Sutton tapped her bottom and she gratefully popped from his lap.
Everything was moving too fast.
A hysterical part of her was hoping this was all some weird hormonal dream after watching binge watching Mad Men and that she actually wasn’t about to willingly become a billionaire’s sex toy but as he prepared documents with efficient ruthlessness, she knew this was real and it was happening, which meant sooner rather than later...Sutton was going to take her virginity.
She barely had a moment to register the magnitude of her decision. It wasn’t that she’d had some grand idea of what losing her virginity would be like, but she certainly hadn’t pictured losing it to someone like Sutton.
Think of the positive — after it was all done…she’d never have to see him again.
It wasn’t as if she and the Buchanan’s traveled in the same circles.
That was a plus.
But a part of her mourned that she was giving up something important for cold, hard cash.
Welcome to the jungle — where bill collectors didn’t care where the money came from as long as the debt was paid.
“Sign here, Elizabeth,” he instructed, handing her a fine-tipped Mont Blanc pen.
The only reason she even knew of the brand was because it had been father’s favorite; it’d been his one indulgence for a man who worked hard every day for his family and asked for little in return aside from the love of his family.
Tears stung her eyes but she willed them away.
Her father was dead but he would’ve understood that sometimes in life, you had to make sacrifices.
She signed her name and then released a shaky breath. “Very good. I’ve arranged for your first deposit today. The second half of your payment will be made on the last day of our arrangement.”
“And when is that?”
“When I tire of you.”
She blinked. That was hardly fair. “And if you never tire of me?”
Sutton graced her with a patronizing look. “Nothing holds my interest for long.”
While she didn’t want him trapping her into an open-ended contract for the rest of her life, she was struck by how incredibly sad his life must be that he found no continual joy in anything.
He accepted the paper and returned it to his desk with relish, very pleased with himself.
“Now...you will quit your job and prepare to move into an apartment of my choosing. You will need a passport, which my secretary will see to and my personal physician will give you a thorough once-over, make sure you’re healthy and fit for duty,” he winked “so to speak, and you will receive a birth control shot to ensure there will be no children born of this business relationship.”
She swallowed and nodded.
Yes, no babies.
She couldn’t walk away from this experience and try to forget it if she had a child with him. Ugh. The very idea turned her stomach!
He continued, “You will be fitted this afternoon for new clothes, also of my choosing, and you will wear anything I provide. Understood?”
She nodded, unable to quell the queasy feeling in her gut. She hated clothes shopping. Nothing ever fit right and she usually left the stores feeling defeated with very little to show for it.
“Is there a problem?” he asked, noting her anxiety.
“I’m hard to fit,” she admitted, her cheeks heating. She gestured to her body. “I’m not exactly a Barbie doll or a supermodel size four.”
“If the people I pay to fit you cannot deck you out as I please, it will be their mistake. I accept no failure. By the time they are done with you, you will have a wardrobe fit for a queen during the day but my own private whore behind closed doors.” His blue eyes glittered with anticipation. “I can’t wait to see you encased in leather with those glorious tits pushed up like offerings and those flared hips practically inviting my hands to grip hard.”
The visual actually did something to her insides, something she wasn’t prepared for.
Her breath quickened and her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Have you done this before?” she dared to ask.
“No. You’re my first.”
Why did that give her a private thrill?
“Kneel, Elizabeth,” he said, gesturing for her to take her place at his feet.
How humiliating!
Elizabeth slowly sank to her knees on the plush carpet, wondering how she would survive this ordeal with her sanity intact.
“Look at me.”
She lifted her gaze reluctantly.
Her reward was a pleased smile that sent shockwaves rippling through her.
Maybe if he wasn’t so handsome…she’d rather he looked like the ogre he was deep at his core so his good looks didn’t get in the way of her private hatred.
“Have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked conversationally, as if he weren’t asking such incredibly personal questions. “Just how much sexual experience have you had?”
“I told you I was a virgin.”
“Yes, but there’s more to experience sexually than just a cock penetrating a pussy. I’m curious to know what experiences you’ve had.”
If she lied about her sexual experience, he would know the minute she fumbled in confusion so she went with honesty, no matter how embarrassing.
“No, I’ve never given anyone oral sex. Frankly, it sounds disgusting. And the idea of someone else doing it to me…well, I don’t see the appeal in that either.”
At that he openly laughed as if she’d just uttered the most comical bit ever heard.
She glared, hating that she’d made this deal.
Could she renege? What would he do to her if she backed out?
Maybe she ought to tell him to rip up that stupid contract and shove it in his ass since he seemed to like butt-stuff so much.
“Your ignorance amuses me,” he said, once he was able. “I cannot in good conscience let my poor pet continue to believe such ridiculous thoughts about oral sex. Take off your panties and come here,” he said, patting his desk, indicating where she ought to put her behind.
“What are you going to do?”
He tsked at her question in warning and once again patted the desk, only this time his gaze brooked no argument.
Did anyone argue with a Buchanan? Not likely.
Seeing no help for it, she removed her panties and climbed onto the desk, her face heating with embarrassment.
He flipped her dress up to her waist, revealing thick white thighs that hadn’t seen nearly enough sun and her blonde curly thatch of hair that had never been waxed or shaven beyond what was absolutely necessary.
“Lean back and scoot all the way to the edge,” he instructed, his gaze gleaming with hunger and lust.
Warmth suffused her belly at the blatant desire in his stare. Sutton Buchanan wanted her?
She couldn’t wrap her brain around the thought without stuttering in surprise.
He grabbed her feet and placed them on the armrests of his leather chair and she wanted to die from mortification. This was worse than being in the doctor’s stirrups.
“You have the sweetest pussy, Elizabeth,” he said, the satisfaction in his tone stirring something wild inside her. “The little blond curls, damp and dark in some places, are quite beautiful.”
She squirmed with unexpected pleasure at the odd compliment.
But before she could say anything Sutton’s mouth was on her, sending wild torrents of explosive pleasure rocketing through her as he leisurely sucked and licked at her clitoris as if he had all day and he hadn’t anything better to do than eat her out on his desk.
Elizabeth seamed her mouth shut, refusing to cry out even as a near uncontrollable moan built behind her lips.
Oh God! Why did that feel so good? Don’t give in! Don’t let him know that you’re drowning in amazing sensation!
But stuffing down her cries was like trying to hold back a tsunami — ludicrously impossible — and a keening gasp escaped as Sutton sucked at the tiny swollen bud buried between her folds, kept secret and forgotten all these years.
Elizabeth’s arms began to shake but she held herself rigid, clinging to the pleasure that rippled through her in wild arcs of ridiculous wonderment.
Sutton’s muffled grunts of pure enjoyment as he sucked and licked, teased and nipped, was gasoline on the fire.
And then just as she was about to tumble over a cliff, lost to oblivion, Sutton abruptly stopped, pulling back with a grin that was almost cruel.
“First rule you will learn, my pet, you must ask my permission to come. To come without my permission is to risk terrible punishment. Am I clear?”
Elizabeth, confused and still muzzy from what Sutton had been doing to her, could only blink and shake her head, almost prepared to beg but the scraps of her dignity refused to let the words loose.
“Ask for permission and I shall grant it,” he said as if he were the most generous man on the planet when in fact, he was the devil.
Shaking, Elizabeth willed her heart rate to slow to normal but the terrible tension binding her insides wouldn’t relent so easily.
Sutton realized she would rather bite her own tongue off than ask him for permission.