Pawn of the Billionaire(35)

I thought. “But you said we couldn’t go to bed now. Wouldn’t you like that?”

He smiled. “That would be you letting me do what I’d like. This is you doing something for me, not letting me do it.” He sat waiting for me to work it out. I stood there. It was hard to think straight when my ass was sore, and my bottom half was exposed to the room. I was sure if I was naked, it would’ve been easier, I’d have felt less vulnerable.

I shifted uncomfortably. I supposed he wanted me to, well, to give him a blow job, I supposed. Even thinking about it made me blush. How would I even begin to offer it? Should I reach for his belt buckle, or make the offer verbally? How were posh ladies supposed to do this, for God’s sake?

“I’m not … I’m not sure how to say it.” I dropped my eyes in embarrassment. “I mean, do Countesses and people have to do this?” I wriggled my shoulders uncomfortably.

“Toni. Toni, look at me.” James’ voice was quiet, but I could sense an amusement there. Was he laughing at me? I raised my eyes defiantly, and saw only understanding in his.

“Toni, what people get up to in private is private. Whether they’re poor or wealthy makes no difference. You and I both know that whatever we do stays private just between us. And what I’m wanting you to learn here is that you need to think of other people first. That’s the responsibility of being able to afford to employ others, or able to make a difference.” He put out his hand and drew me closer.

“Now, when you decided you wanted a lie-in this morning, it inconvenienced other people. One was Anne, who has a job to do, and the other was me, who also had put aside other work to entertain you as my guest.” He looked me in the eyes. “Now, you have to pay the price for that. Now you have to please me. How do you think you could do that?”

I stared at him. He was the perfect English gentleman. Dressed impeccably in suit and tie, he was neatly brushed and with just hint of stubble this morning, his dark eyes were steady on my face.

In contrast, I knew I stood there with bed-mussed hair, tear-streaked face and a negligee tied up around my waist so that I was half naked. Oh, and not forgetting a bright pink, spanked ass. The vision of the contrast of the two of us standing here gave me a deep twist of arousal. I’d always wondered what being dominated was like, and now I was experiencing it for real. I swallowed. I’d never imagined how difficult it could be though.

“I can wait all day if necessary, Toni. But I suggest you get started. It’ll be even more difficult if you hold out.”

I bit my lip and looked at him.

He smiled and took pity on me. “What do you want me to do first? Do you need me to take my jacket off?”

I nodded, relieved. “Yes, please.”

He stood and slipped his jacket off, tossing it onto the nearby ottoman. Then he waited, standing in front of me. I dropped my eyes to his pants. I could see a large bulge there, and I felt my my breath catch in my chest.

“What now, Toni?”

I glanced up anxiously. This was so difficult. “Should I — I mean, do you want —?”

He smiled and took my hand. “It’s not so difficult, Toni. I don’t bite. Just do your best.” He guided my hand to his belt buckle, and that helped. I began to unbuckle his belt, biting my lip. Then I started unbuttoning his pants, feeling his hard erection straining at the fabric.

I stared with fascination at the fabric-covered bulge, hearing my own heart pounding in my ears. I’d seen him undressed before, why was this such a big deal? I eased his pants partway down his legs and reached towards the waistband of his briefs.

Then his hand was over mine. “I want you to ask before each move you start, Toni. That’s all part of what I want you to learn.” He leaned closer to my head, and whispered. “And makes it all the more fun for me.”

I glanced up. He grinned at me. “Toni, just go with the flow. Your job right now is to please me. So carry on. Ask first.”

I took a deep breath. “Can I take your … oh god! I can’t!”

“Yes you can, come on now, copy me, whisper it. Please sir.”

I copied his words in a whisper, “Please sir.”

“There, that’s good. Now say, may I take your briefs down?”

“May I — may I take your briefs down?” I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified, but feeling my juices run with the excitement of being controlled like this.

“Yes you may.”

Working by feel, because my eyes were still shut, I eased them down, feeling the release of the taut fabric as his erection sprang free.

There was silence for a minute.

“Carry on Toni. What would I like you to do? Think.” His voice was still quiet, but I could hear a thread of something, was it excitement?