Billionaire Bound (Page 4)

I felt myself freeze into a block of ice as I heard footsteps cross the floor. First loud on the wood and then muffled by the carpet.

Mr. Stone was in his office and I was hiding under his desk. Maybe he’d collect something and leave. Please just pick up something and leave. Please use the blender or whatever it was he had in that side room so I could sneak out. Please just-

He sat down in his chair as I tried not to breath while pushing myself back as far as possible.

Please just leave, please just leave, please just leave

He must have heard my thoughts because I heard him move some papers on his desk and then he stood up and walked away, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. He was leaving, he was leaving, he was leaving!

"Come out now Ms. Neri."

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to make myself vanish. I promised every deity that ever was to work for them if only they’d help me.

"You do not want to keep me waiting, Ms. Neri."

I opened my eyes and crawled out from under his desk. Barely half an hour after saying yes to being his assistant and he was going to fire me. I was sure of it.

I stood up from behind the desk. Mr. Stone was watching me with a look on his face halfway between fury and … excitement?

"I lost a contact lens," I mumbled, even though I was wearing glasses and had been all day.

"I told you not to disobey me," he said, his voice as cold as ice. He walked across the floor towards me and I felt like running, like I was being stalked. As he circled around the left side of the desk he pointed to the spot in front of his desk and I scurried around there.

"I’m going to have to punish you," he said.

He pressed his fingers on some unseen button and a wood panel slid back before a gold bar rose out of the desk and clicked into place.

"Hold on to it," he said.

I looked down at the polished wood and saw my own face staring back at me. My pupils were dilated. I was breathing heavily. I wanted this … whatever this was.

I leaned forwards and grasped the gold bar with both hands. It was far enough back on the desk that I was now bent over with my ass sticking up in the air. My skirt wasn’t coping at all and had hitched itself up. Another inch and he’d be able to see everything.

Mr. Stone walked around behind me and I felt myself tensing up. Was he going to just pull my skirt up and fuck me? Wasn’t that what I wanted?

He stood directly behind me and all I could hear was the sound of his breathing. There were no reflective surfaces in this direction except the top of the polished desk. All I could see was myself, my breasts straining against my blouse, a few ringlets of hair hanging free of the tie.

"Do you trust me?"

He touched me. A single finger on my back. I heard my blood pound in my ears. Trust him? I barely knew him? But somehow … even bent over his desk … yes.

"I … do … sir."

"If you say stop, then I will stop. Do you want me to?"

I shifted position slightly, my breasts rubbing on the desktop. What was he planning? And why did I want this so much?

"I don’t want you to stop."

The smack on my ass came sharp and sudden and I yelped. What had I done? Oh …

"I don’t want you to stop, Sir."

His next touch was gentle, stroking the spot he’d just hit. The pain mixed with pleasure and I felt my temperature rising. Was he going to hike my skirt up and fuck me over his desk? The thought of this man pounding into me as I looked out over the city…

"Well?"

I winced. He’d asked me something while I was lost in fantasy.

"Um…"

Smack.

This one was harder than before and in the same spot. I gasped aloud and clenched the bar with both hands.

"You must pay attention!"

He smacked me again and I yelped once more. And again. And again. The sound of his hand hitting me echoed through the long room and I felt my knees go weak. The bar was my lifeline and I clenched it as hard as I could even as I felt bruises forming on my ass.

"That was fifteen. Disappoint me again and it will be more."

He pushed up my skirt and traced the tip of his finger over where he had spanked me. The skin was sore and throbbing and the light touch of his finger was part pleasure and part pain.

His finger traced across my ass, only momentarily touching my sex. I closed my eyes and knew that he’d be able to feel I was wet.

"Oh, I see," he said, his voice dangerously low. He sounded furious.

His hand came down again suddenly and smacked against my ass. I managed to hold in my gasp but without the skirt between his palm and me, it stung and brought tears to my eyes. At the same time I felt myself get wetter.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you."

It was a statement rather than a question. I heard a soft click and then a low humming. I suddenly knew where my bullet vibrator was.

I moaned as he pressed it against my sex. Although small, it was powerful. He slapped a yellow notepad down next to my face along with a pen.

"Take notes for me."

I let go of the bar with my left hand and picked up the pen. The buzz of the vibrator was zipping up through my body, down my legs, swirling across my spine.

"I will obey Mr. Stone."

I bit my lip and tried to still my breathing as I wrote I will obey Mr. Stone. I started well but by the end it trailed off into a scrawl. He looked over my shoulder and then smacked me on the ass, sending another burst of wetness through my pussy.

"I. Will. Obey. Mr. Stone," he repeated.

He moved the vibrator closer to my clit and I felt his fingers touch me through my wet panties.

I will…

The pen skittered across the page as my body began to go completely off the rails. There was another crack as he spanked me again and then suddenly he had his fingers inside me, pumping them back and forth. He moved the vibrator directly onto my clit, the buzz consuming my world.

"I. Will. Obey. Mr. Stone!" he said.

I tried to write but my muscles had gone weak. I scrawled I and dropped the pen at the pleasure rushing through my body. His legs were against mine, his fingers pumping into me and the bullet vibrator going crazy against my clit. He said something else to me but I didn’t hear it over my wailing. I tipped over the edge, electric fingers running down every nerve, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

"… your cock. I want …" I found myself gasping something to him when my head stopped spinning.

I heard the bullet click off and then he dropped it on the notepad. He reached forward and grabbed the back of my neck, pressing his body against mine. I could feel his hard cock through his pants.

"What is it you want, Delilah?"