Bossed By The Billionaire [Book One] Page 9

  I dragged my gaze down to the panties sitting on his desk. As embarrassing as it was to take them off and leave them in his office, I’d liked doing it. Leaving a part of myself with him felt right, and I loved how he had seemed almost pleased when I followed his outrageous demand to the letter. While I couldn’t explain why I wanted to please him, the fact was I did.

  This was all wrong, it was vile and demented, but it was also exciting. Obeying Drake Barrett brought color into my black-and-white world and made me feel more alive than I ever had before. By agreeing to his request, by submitting myself to his whims and taking my punishment, I would no longer be going through the motions of my life—I’d be living it. It would be scary, yes, but it would also be exciting.

  Something told me that after doing this for him, nothing would ever be the same again.

  “Well?” Mr. Barrett raised his sexy brow in silent question. “Do you agree?”

  I straightened and lifted my chin. For the first time in my life, I felt confident and collected. I felt alive.

  “Yes, I agree to your terms.”

  “Good.” A hint of a smile touched his lips. “Now come over here and stand next to me. It’s time to take your first punishment.

  Chapter 5

  I hesitated for a brief moment. While it was true that I had agreed to his terms, agreeing and following through were two completely different things.

  “And take off that sweater, too.”

  Both his voice and features had a hard edge, enough to make me feel uneasy. Averting my gaze, I slowly slid my favorite cardigan off my shoulders and folded it.

  “Where would you like me to put it?” I whispered.

  “On the chair.”

  My hands shook as I set the garment down and moved to stand next to him. As I approached, his body heat enveloped me, and the scent of his sandalwood cologne filled my nose. I stopped inches away from his tall, dark frame, clasped my hands, and waited.

  “Look at me, Ms. Chambers.”

  Part of me didn’t want to follow his orders. I was afraid of what I might discover if I did. Drake Barrett was the cold and aloof man who had fired half the marketing team and caused poor Andy to shake in his shoes. He was also the intense and impassioned man who had ordered me to remove my underwear and stared at my lips as if he wanted to devour them. He had so much emotion, so much strength. I couldn’t help but be a little afraid of what he might do next.

  I had follow his orders, however. There was no other choice. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I lifted my chin and looked into his handsome face, trying to determine which side of his personality was going to show itself next.

  I noticed no contempt or anger in his features, no cool assessment or superiority in his gaze. What I saw was something else entirely. It was hard to describe, and even more difficult to ignore. As his intoxicating scent filled my head and jumbled my thoughts, I leaned toward him, wanting not only to define the emotion, but to be closer to his commanding presence.

  He reached out and slid his finger along the soft underside of my jaw. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  He raised his brows. “No . . . What?”

  It took me a moment to figure out what he wanted to hear. “No, sir?”

  He slid his hand away from my chin and to the side of my face, dragging his finger over first my cheek, then my temple. His touch heated my skin and sent long ribbons of fire burning through my center. My nipples tightened, eager for his touch. My thighs became damp, reminding me that my panties were on his desk, and I had nothing on underneath my skirt.

  It would be so easy for him to fuck me. All he had to do was bend me over his desk. Or perhaps he wasn’t the kind who liked to mess up his work. Maybe he’d prefer to fuck me right here on the floor, or against the wall. I imagined him thrusting into me over and over like some crazed animal, causing the metal artwork on the wall behind his desk to vibrate.

  He brushed a stray hair away from my temple and dragged his fingers down the side of my neck. When he spoke, his voice was soft, but firm. “You will refer to me as ‘sir’ while you are receiving punishment. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He dropped his gaze to my lips. “Good.”

  Was he going to kiss me? God, I hoped so. Moistening my lips, I closed my eyes and leaned in closer, willing him to close those last couple of inches and claim me for his own. I wanted to know what he tasted like, what he felt like. More than anything, I wanted to curl my fingers into his thick hair as he kissed the breath out of my lungs.

  He lowered his hand and picked something gup from his desk. I heard a soft click, and then my own voice sliced through the air between us—he was playing my recording back to me.

  “I hate that stuffy windbag, Kaylee. I hate him with every fiber of my being,” I heard myself saying. The sound of my voice was slightly muffled but the tone was ugly, and I hated the way it felt to hear it now as an objective observer.

  I gasped and opened my eyes in time to see him turn the voicemail off.

  “A stuffy windbag. Interesting.” He placed the phone back on the desk next to my panties.

  Panic gripped my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. “I’m so sorry. Those words came out without thinking. I didn’t mean them.”

  “It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?” He raised his brow and clasped his hands behind his back. “Bend over my desk.”

  “What?” My voice cracked, and I stiffened my jaw with embarrassment.

  “You heard me.” He gave me a sharp nod. “Do it.”

  “Y-yes, sir.” As I turned and faced the desk, both fear and anticipation rippled through my system. I had no idea what he was planning. I wondered if he’d humiliate me like he did earlier, or if he had something bolder in mind.

  Looking down, I placed my hands on the cool, smooth surface and leaned forward over the desk until my ass was in the air.

  “Good.” He moved out of my view, and within moments I felt him step up behind me. “Now I want you to stay in that position. Don’t move a muscle.”

  His voice vibrated through me, causing liquid heat to form between my thighs. I listened as he moved behind my body, first coming closer, then moving away. Not once did he speak or touch me, and as the silence grew, my heartbeat quickened and the dull ache between my thighs intensified.

  More than anything I wanted to look over my shoulder and see what he was doing, but I didn’t dare. He didn’t want me to move, and I didn’t want to risk adding to my punishment. So instead of peeking, I sank slightly lower onto the top of the desk, just enough so that my hard nipples scraped against the surface. Pleasure immediately erupted through my system, fueling my desire. Closing my eyes, I imagined him taking my breasts into his mouth as I moaned his name and wiggled in his grasp.

  “You’ve been such a bad girl.” Cool air caressed my legs, and I realized he was lifting my skirt. “You will soon learn what happens to those who talk about me behind my back.” He bunched my skirt around my waist, exposing my naked ass to him.

  He could see everything.

  Everything.

  I felt myself get even wetter.

  “I seek complete and total obedience in my employees, Ms. Chambers. In order to be successful, they must submit to me in every way possible.” He smoothed his rough hand over my cheek, stimulating my soft skin. “They must obey all of my orders to the letter—like this one: spread your legs apart.” He slid his hand down in between my damp thighs and pressed against my skin.

  I opened my eyes and shifted my feet, opening myself up to him. The scent of my arousal rose up and filled the air between us. At first I was embarrassed—this shouldn’t be turning me on as much as it did—but then he slid his fingers up and brushed them over my slick folds, and my embarrassment dissolved into pleasure.

  “You’re wet, Ms. Chambers.” He moved his hand up over my ass and squeezed. “I think you might be enjoying your litt
le punishment.”

  Slap. I yelped as his hand hit the fleshy part of my ass. He didn’t hit hard, just enough to draw my attention, but the sensation came as a complete and total surprise.

  Slap. I gasped, then moaned as he hit the other cheek.

  “You like this don’t you?” Slap.

  “Yes, sir.” I moaned as he spanked me again.

  “Beg me for more.”

  “Give me more, sir. Please.”

  He grabbed my waist and pressed his hips up against my backside. I groaned as his thick cock slid in between my cheeks and the rough cotton of his slacks rubbed against my opening.

  “You are such a dirty little girl, you know that?” he said. “I should just fuck you right here on the desk and be done with it.”

  “Yes.” I moaned, wishing he would do just that.

  Nothing would have made me happier than to just be fucked by him. Not being fucked was almost more punishment than the spanking I was receiving.

  He threaded his fingers through my hair and tugged my head until I turned back to look over my shoulder and his face filled my vision. I gasped at the intensity I saw in his features, the hunger. It was obvious that he was enjoying this as much as me.

  “Yes, what?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir. Please fuck me, sir.”

  He let go of my hair and I tumbled back toward the desk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Such a dirty girl.” He stepped away from my body. “But you have to earn that privilege from me. You don’t deserve it—not yet.”

  Slap, slap. He alternated butt cheeks, spanking me like one would a disobedient child. With each hit, a spark of pain jolted my system. The world around us faded away until there was only this moment, only his hand and the intense pleasure I felt from his touch.

  Arching my back, I silently urged him to hit lower. I needed him to touch my pussy, to slip his fingers inside and touch that sensitive spot deep inside my core. I imagined him taking his pants off and driving his huge cock into my center, joining our bodies in the most intimate way possible.

  With every second that passed, my need intensified. I groaned and leaned back into his hand, sinking deeper and deeper into the moment. This felt so good, so right. I didn’t ever want him to stop.

  “Ten,” he announced after the last slap. His voice sounded rough and strained. “One for each insult.” He stepped away from my backside, allowing the cool air of the room to caress my sensitive skin.

  I still tingled where he had spanked me, and it the sensation left me eager for more.

  “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he asked.

  I pressed my forehead into the desk, ashamed. “Yes, sir.”

  “You want me to do that again, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Such a dirty girl. Now pleasure yourself.”

  I lifted my head and glanced over my shoulder at him. “Excuse me?”

  “You know, Ms. Chambers, I don’t appreciate you questioning my orders. You heard me. Pleasure yourself. You obviously need it.”

  I started to stand, but he pressed his palm into my back, keeping me bent over the desk. The movement caused my hard nipples to scrape against the polished surface. Pleasure burst through my body, and I whimpered as my desire grew.

  “Yes, just like that. Rub yourself against my desk. Imagine that it’s not wood, but my hands touching those beautiful nipples.”

  I moved back and forth, groaning as raw need raced through my body and burned through my core. I arched my back and pressed my ass into the air, never feeling more free, more wanton, in my entire life.

  “I am in control of you now, Ms. Chambers,” he said. “From this moment forward, your every emotion is decided by me. If I choose, I could make you feel good, like this. But if you displease me, I could make you suffer. Now stop.”

  I stilled my movements. Every muscle in my body urged me to continue, to pleasure myself on his desk until I screamed his name in ecstasy. I knew that doing such a thing would anger him, however. More than my release, I wanted him to be pleased with my performance.

  Silence stretched, and the need inside my body grew. Shaking, I waited for my next command.

  “Good, now reach down and touch that sweet pussy for me. Show me how much of a dirty girl you are.”

  Without thinking, I slid my hand in between my legs and inched my fingers through my slick folds.

  “Yes, that’s it. Now rub that clit. Pretend it’s my tongue touching you, not your fingers.”

  I closed my eyes and groaned as I found my small bundle of nerves and rubbed in a circular motion. I imagined him down on his knees underneath me, caressing my skin with his tongue.

  “You’d like me to do that, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to suck your clit.”

  “Yes.” I rubbed too hard against the desk and gasped as a jolt of sensation sliced through me.

  “I could do that for you and so much more.”

  Yes. I rubbed harder and imagined him sliding the tip of his cock over my slit.

  “I could have that sweet little pussy anytime I wanted, couldn’t I? I could eat and eat until you are coming so hard that you’re too weak to stand.”

  “Yes.” Oh God, yes. I rubbed harder, wishing I could push my fingers inside my body, knowing that it wasn’t time yet. He hadn’t given the order, and I had to obey him. I needed to obey him.

  “Now slip your fingers inside of yourself and keep them still. I don’t want to see you thrusting.”

  I immediately obeyed his command. Keeping my thumb on my clit, I slid two fingers over my folds and pushed them into my channel as far as they would go. My entire body shook as desire burned through me. More than anything, I wanted to move my hand. I wanted to thrust hard and fast, pushing my body to the point of breaking. I held my hand still however, not because I wanted to, but because he had asked me to do it.

  Slowly, he leaned over my body and placed his hands on either side of my head. The motion positioned his hips up against mine, and I felt his hard cock slide up against my ass. He grunted as he ground into me, pushing me harder onto the desk. Then he curled his body over mine until his warm breath brushed up against my ear.

  “I could slide up inside that sweet pussy and take you right now.” He thrust his hips into mine for emphasis. “I could push so hard inside your sweet body that your feet come off the ground and my balls tap against your skin. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I bet you would. You’d also like me to spank you as you come, I bet. A dirty girl like you loves to have that sweet ass spanked.”

  “Yes.” I arched my back, pushing my ass up into his cock. His erection slipped in between my cheeks and pushed against my opening.

  “That’s it, you dirty girl,” he said. “Move those hips over your fingers.”

  We both groaned as I moved my hips up and down over my fingers, lighting every nerve ending on fire. Pleasure blossomed, and the world around us faded away. There was only this moment, only him and the desire surging through my veins.

  “You are mine, Ms. Chambers,” he said as I pushed back onto his cock. “Do you understand me? I could take you here and now, or I could wait until tomorrow when the office is full. I could make you come so hard and so loud that everyone in the building would know that you belong to me.”

  “Yes.” He was right. Drake Barrett could do anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. I could no more stop him than I could stop the world from spinning. He owned me, he had the goods on me in every way, and that knowledge fueled my desire.

  “I could also leave you wanting and desperate, unable to satisfy the burning need inside your body.”

  “No, please.” I moved faster, desperate to find release before he took it away.

  He ignored my protest. “I could leave you just short of ecstasy, unable to think of anything except my cock, impaling that sweet pussy over and over again.”

  “Oh God.” His words pushed me higher and higher. I needed to come so
badly, but relief kept eluding my grasp. I moved harder between my fingers and his cock as my desperation grew.

  “I could take everything from you, or I could give you the world. The choice is yours, my dirty little girl. It’s all up to you.”

  A sense of urgency rose up within me. I wanted this, wanted him. Knowing that he commanded me to do this, that he wanted to see lose control, made everything more exciting.

  “Oh God, I’m close. I’m so close.”

  He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to meet his. “Come for me, you dirty girl. Let me feel that sweet pussy soak my pants.”

  “Yes. Oh God.” I cried out as he thrust his cock into my ass, pushing my hips down hard onto my fingers. Pleasure burst through my system, numbing both my limbs and my mind. For a long moment I hung there, cocooned in ecstasy, never wanting the moment to end.

  “Good. Very good.” He let go of my hair and stepped back as the last ripples of my orgasm dissolved into nothingness.

  I rested my forehead on the table and tried to collect my breath. It was hard to process what had just happened. I had never felt an orgasm so strong or powerful in my entire life.

  “You have received your first punishment, Ms. Chambers. Now we’re done.”

  I turned my head to the side and stared at him in disbelief. That was it?

  He waved his hand in dismissal. “Goodnight, Ms. Chambers. I expect you to be here first thing in the morning when I arrive—and in more appropriate clothing.”

  “Yes, sir.” My voice sounded hoarse and strained with emotion. Carefully, I straightened away from the table with shaking hands and slid my skirt back down over my wet thighs.

  “Leave those,” he said as I reached for my panties. “You will have to earn the right to take them back.”

  Earn the right. . . Both fear and anticipation rippled through me as I thought of what he might make me do to earn back my clothing. As I moved away from his desk, he settled back in his chair and resumed working.

  It looked as if nothing had even happened between us.

  If a co-worker walked into the room right now, they would only think that I was acting strangely with my fast breathing, my flushed face, shaking legs.