One Night With the Billionaire(9)

“Hands above your head, and baby,” he slammed into her once, stilled, and held her gaze, “if you move your hands for any reason, I’m going to spank that pretty ass of yours with my flogger until you can’t sit for a week.”

In and out. In and out. He resumed stroking her from the inside, bringing her closer to an orgasm she didn’t think she would be able to tolerate. Already he had given her several, and despite the fact she didn’t think she had it in her for another one, Luca was proving that wrong. It was like his mission. The determination on his face said as much.

Hands above her head like he ordered, she held on to the edge of the table for leverage as he worked her pussy with his cock like an expert. A swivel of his hips on the down stroke, a bump to her cervix with the tip of his cock when he pushed inside, and he had her climbing closer and closer to Elysium. Luca was the composer, and he was playing her body like she was his masterpiece. Had she ever been with a man that knew exactly how to touch her, that she would get off numerous times?

How would she ever go back to having just a professional relationship with him? How would she be able to look at him without picturing his Adonis body nude? Just thinking about him ignoring her again, not even glancing her way at the office sent an unexpected jolt of discomfort inside of her that she frowned. No, now was not the time to worry about all of that. After tonight things would go back to the way they were. She would go home and wallow in her self-pity with a big bowl of Rocky Road, and when Monday came along, she would act just as unconcerned and disinterested when she saw him as he was sure to act toward her.

“You’re going to stop thinking and just feel, baby. You’re going to enjoy my big cock pounding away in your tight, slippery cunt.” He emphasized his point by gripping her waist and pulling her down so her ass hung off the table and he could get more leverage fucking her. Her arms were still above her head, but now only her fingers brushed the edge of the table.

Was she that transparent that he noticed her mind was elsewhere? She didn’t have time to ponder it because his finger was on her clit and he was thrusting into her again. Back arched to try and shift her body so she could slide further down on him, a hoarse moan of satisfaction left her when he pushed fully into her. The pleasure went on and on, and this time she thought for sure he would get off, but he pulled out as soon as her orgasm subsided and when she opened her eyes she could see his cock was still stiff.

He lifted her easily into his arms and strode out of the dining room, up the stairs, and into his room. He was a man on a mission and she was the mountain he aimed to climb. She was the wild animal he strived to tame. There had never been a man that was so intent on pleasing her, or maybe by him pleasing her he was also pleasing himself? Is that what he meant when he said he wanted a woman that would derive pleasure by bringing him pleasure?





Chapter Eight





When her back met the satiny softness of the sheets on his bed he didn’t give her any time to contemplate what his next move was. She was unceremoniously flipped onto her belly and positioned so her toes touched the floor and she had to balance on them. Her ass was in the air and he pushed her thighs apart. There was no question that he could see every intimate part of her, and as if to prove her point she felt him run his finger over her hairless folds.

He gathered her moisture and brought it to her anus, the hole that had never been breached. “I want your hands above you. The same rules apply as before, Linden.” He leaned forward so his chest covered her back and gripped a chunk of her hair, pulling her head up so her neck was barred. He whispered in her ear in a rough growl, “I hope you do disobey me, because the punishment will be oh so sweet.” He let go of her hair and smoothed his hand down the length of her spin, stopping at the top of her ass and giving it a forceful slap. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was highly erotic and she wanted to hear more of it. Lifting her ass, she presented more of it to him, hoping her would take the hint. All she got was a richly dark laugh.

He brought more moisture to the rosebud, and just as she closed her eyes and savored the taboo nature of his act he pushed his finger into her ass. On instinct she reached back, not realizing the mistake she had made until Luca pulled away from her. She immediately put her hands back where they were and mumbled an apology.

“Too late, sweetheart.” She heard him move across the plush carpet but didn’t dare look back. Would he actually use a flogger on her? She knew enough about sex toys to know that what he intended to use on her was for the sole purpose of inflicting pain. Or maybe pleasure where he was concerned? How many other women did he use it on? Did he like hearing a woman cry out as he brought it down on their flesh? Just when fear started to take control of her he was back, his chest on her back. His heat seeped into her, easing away the fear that tried to control her. She had never had a man do half the things Luca had done, and although some may have seemed tame, him using toys that could potentially inflict a great deal of pain made her rethink this whole proposition.