Unjust Billionaire: A dom romance (Bossy Billionaire Book 2) Page 8

  In the instant I surrendered my rear, Valentine pulled his fingers out and a wider vessel was inserted in their place. The full sensation of an oval object weighed heavy in my hole, pressing against the walls and pulled down by exterior weight. I detected the swing of a tail between my legs. It hung across the alert, soft skin between the two holes, teasing on the edge of my stretched open pussy. My tormented rapture had been impossibly jacked up yet another notch. How the hell did Valentine manage to keep me at ever higher levels on the precipice?

  Tears had stopped forcing their way through my lids but the blindfold was wet and my surrender was complete. My heart bashed an escape under the tight constriction of the breast bond, the rhythmic thound echoed inside my darkness. Goosebumps rose along my arms and quivered through my core, anticipating a touch from every angle.

  I was aware of masculine movement around the dungeon but at a distance. Every pore craned towards the sound, begging for their attention, listening. My pussy quaked with lascivious greed as I waited an interminable length of time, the tail swinging ever more slowly in my crack. When it came to a still and hung tantalizingly out of my ass, the butt plug trying to invade the inner walls of my pussy, I began to wonder whether the men had left me and I'd been abandoned to my voracious hunger.

  I stood completely still, noticing the pain in my upper arms, stretched and shackled taut above my head. In my calves, as they fought to maintain my body's stability on the extreme edges of my toes. The exhaustion in the muscles intensified then began to dissipate as sexual avarice revived itself in my hungry nipples and clit. But still I was left alone with my extremes of feeling.

  Why couldn't I get Valentine to take me properly? He seemed intent on making me suffer by never allowing me to climax, withholding my release. But it was even worse that he refused to touch me except for the brief moments of punishment.

  I waited more time, endless time. Frustration, anger, helplessness, coursed through me then an overwhelming feeling rising in my chest. I reached inward to identify the emotion bubbling so high under my constricted breasts, to my tightened throat, furious enough to detonate and realized it was love.

  At that exact moment of realization, the gag was pulled off and when I opened my mouth to drag air, it was filled with a delicious hard shaft resting on my lip. I opened my mouth wide to take it in ravenously, all the way to the back of my throat. I rode my tight mouth along the hot length, lapping it to the root. Firm fingers reached beneath me to pinch and pull my erect nipples while I clasped the head inside my deeper throat, with the pressure of the choke around my neck.

  I knew the taste, the texture of the leathery smooth skin and veins under the tip of my tongue, the aroma of male musk and I fervently wished my hands were released so I could touch him.

  “Unghh,” I moaned onto the head filling me as a second one delved between my dripping folds from behind to circle my entrance.

  Tantalizing and pulling me toward oblivion, it edged through the entrance then plunged deep, stretching me open. He pulled all the way out to the head and circled our tips of pleasure before thrusting hard into me again.

  I almost screamed with pleasure as I was filled in every hole and four hands tweaked and stroked my erogenous nubs. Two beautiful cocks filled my mouth and pussy, the plug stretched my ass while two pairs of hands worked under my bent forward torso tugging my nipples and circling my furious clit.

  I thundered into climax in moments and wandered through blissful delirium while the men plundered my caverns in rhythmic unison, sawing back and forth until they ejaculated their delectable seed into me shortly after. Knowing the taste of my master so well, I licked all his creamy liquid from my lips and swallowed.

  I was dropping with exhaustion, barely able to remain upright, but more than willing to continue if my master commanded. The manacles gripping my wrists were unlocked and I was wrapped in a soft alpaca blanket and lifted into two ferocious strong arms. Cossetted inside the baby wool cocoon, with my panties still at my knees, I wore only the five inch heels and the blindfold, as I was carried through the long halls and back to my room. I very cautiously reached my fingers to touch the armored chest through the blanket, the first time I’d managed to sneak a feel of his body, warm and immeasurably powerful.

  17

  Valentine laid me down very gently on the voluptuous bed. Before I had a chance to reach up and tug the blindfold away from my eyes, he was gone. Still, I was positive it was my boss who had carried me in his arms like a bridegroom. I would know his smell, the timbre of his breath, the emotion roiling through those strong limbs anywhere in the universe. In a veil of blissful release and the pampering environment of the most luxurious room I'd ever inhabited, I quickly dropped into the deepest sleep of my life.

  The silk ballgown drapes had been drawn and I had no idea what time of day it was when I came back to wakeful life. I realized it was my phone, on the carved gilt bedside table that had dragged me from total relaxation. Still curled on my side like a small child, I stretched my arm to retrieve the jangling machine.

  “A/C, what the fuck are you up to? I been calling you,” Josh said when I picked up and I noticed his habit of slight hip-hop speak.

  I hadn't entirely missed it before, but this was the first time it jarred on me with a spurt of irritation.

  “Nothing much, just work,” I bumbled, wishing I'd let the call go to V-mail. “I had dinner with Valentine then I must have passed out.”

  It wasn't actually untrue. I had no reason to feel guilty.

  “Not too exhausted for phone sex are you?” he said with that persuasive laughing voice so that I could see his lightning grin in my mind. He assumed I was dying to get off by now.

  “Oh, what time is it?” I moaned. I wanted to stay in the delicious bed and order breakfast from some willing servant. As if.

  I rolled onto my back and winced as something poked and forced its way into my rear. I reached behind and felt the tail lodged between my cheeks. The sense of immense filling in my butt reminded me that I'd been taken for the first time in the rear. The tail plug had been buried inside me while I slept. No wonder I had such intense dreams.

  I curled my fingers to grope and probe around the edges of the puckered hole, feeling the complete weirdness of the leather tails emerging. A tentative tug did nothing to release the device from inside the suction-like clench of my butt.

  “What time is it?” Josh repeated, incredulous, “It's almost one- I know you're up for a lunch quickie.”

  “Freaking lunchtime?” I screeched.

  I'd slept through the morning, but what time had I been finally put to bed? A delicious warmth flowed over me as I remembered being carried like a girl in Valentine's strong arms all the way through his mansion and placed carefully and even, could I dare dream, lovingly, into my bed.

  “No, I can't, I mean I have to get to work – back to work,” I moaned.

  I definitely wasn't up for a quickie- I was still sore from Marc's pummeling of my pussy and the plug had stretched and filled my ass to satiation.

  “Do you miss me, A/C baby?”

  Did I? I hadn’t really thought of Josh in the last couple of days. And not at all in the last twenty four hours when my entire attention was on only one man.

  “I-Yes of course. You know I do. It's been cray here, is all.”

  “I thought I'd come out there this weekend,” he said, asking my opinion without his usual instruction. “We don't seem to be able to connect for Skype-sex.”

  My long silence disconcerted him and for once he lost masterful control over me.

  “If you’re not too tied up with work, of course,” he added.

  Did I want him to come out here? I could hardly imagine meeting him face to face knowing what I now knew. It would have to be somewhere neutral, because there was no way in hell I could manage three alphas under one roof.

  “Yeah babe, that would be great,” I mumbled. “Listen, I really have to get up, er, get to work. Talk to you late
r, okay?”

  “I'll book a flight right now,” he said, as I swiped the end button.

  I hadn't meant to cut Josh off so abruptly, but I'd slept through half the day and my orders were to report to the boss' office at nine each morning. Having missed that, there could be punishment in store for me. As exciting as the idea of more attention seemed, my body was currently stretched to its limit.

  Josh's orders had been that I would tell him about all my intimate encounters while we were apart – he'd insisted on knowing who I fucked and even that he be the one to select my partners. He wanted to command me to sleep with a man and then hear every detail. I heard his exact words rumbling through my head: “You will only fuck who and when I tell you.”

  He'd also been adamant that he retain control of my pleasure while we were separated and that I rein in my extravagant sexual lust. That promise had fallen apart and I was now keeping secrets from my boyfriend back home and my pleasures all to myself. Perhaps Valentine had seen a side of me I wasn't conscious of when he said I was unable to keep my commitments.

  In the shower, I again toyed with the resistant tail plug, tugging on its end like a kid with a puppy, to no avail. It was firmly ensconced and the leather tail was buried into my back channel, no way to remove it. Was I going to have to go to work with the thing still inside me? In the end I had no choice but to yank hard on the end and yelp as the round metal insert plopped onto the tile. A solid gold tiny cone of prick.

  I dressed quickly but carefully, recalling how Valentine said he hated to see me in men's clothes. I donned a dark red pencil skirt and creamy silk blouse with a long bow-tie at the front that I wrapped around my throat a number of times, hoping that it would bring an instant image of last night's binding to his mind.

  Then it hit me, I hadn't had the time to luxuriate in my silk-dressed bed and ponder the fact that I had two men inside me last night. Two handsome, ripped, smart and confident alpha males at the same time, inside me. My clit twitched and sparked as the memory rippled through my mind.

  I'd been blindfolded, so there were no visual memories to recall other than those imprinted on my sense memory. And those were exact in their pinpoint accurate detail. The smell, taste, and sensation of being so completely filled was strong enough to make my knees weaken.

  Underneath the outfit, I'd put on my best La Perla lace and net, embroidered lingerie and a pair of silk stockings. From now on, if he told me to strip, I wanted to make sure he had a designer experience. Surprised by how eager I was to see him, my heart fluttering as I hurried down to the main hall and toward Valentine’s office at the end, my legs failed me when I got to the huge door.

  Calm down.

  Breathe.

  In. out. in. Shit.

  Those words brought pictures of his perfect cock sawing into my mouth over and over. And still he never allowed me to feel it-him- in my hands. For all the intimacy of being allowed to suck him, the sensation of a man's hand in mine, or his long thick shaft in my cupped palm, was somehow more profound and complete than in my mouth. It implied a different level of closeness and it was that affinity that I deeply yearned for between us.

  I steeled myself to knock and opened the door the instant his mellifluous voice gave permission. When I stepped in, unable to restrain a grin of excitement, I was brought up short, my visions of intimacy wiped away. There was Delilah standing beside his desk chair, with her freaking hand on his shoulder. The bitch was touching him.

  Fifty Freakouts, what is wrong with me? I never had vile thoughts towards other women, or the kind of irrational jealousy I'd developed towards Valentine’s secretary. But fuck that, why was she allowed to rest her hand on his broad blade in that manner, while I had to be restrained from any tiny stroke?

  It wasn't fair. What did she have on him?

  They must be lovers, that was the only possible explanation. She was his paramour, maybe she didn't care for games but in order to keep him, she allowed some idiot savant contract worker, desperate to make a name for herself, to be kept as a submissive slave.

  18

  “Ms. Cannon, I trust you slept well,” Valentine said when I stepped into the office.

  “We thought you must be unwell, taking such a long lie-in,” Delilah purred as she languidly raised her exceptional bosom from where it had been dangling perilously close to Jay valentine.

  We?

  I wish I could say I made a swift retort to her snarky remark but the emotion jack-knifing through my body was so terrifying, I didn't dare say a word in case I regretted it. The impulse to turn around and stalk back through the door, slamming it behind me was almost unbearable. I fought it down and stood the space while Valentine lifted his eyes and watched me closely.

  Was he feeling my every sense at that moment? Did he know how much I wanted to annihilate the B and possess him totally? I should leave. I should get away from the Valentine winery before I was completely consumed by these terrible feelings racketing through me. But if I could only learn to control the desire I felt for my employer then surely I'd be a much stronger person, unmoved by tempestuous emotion.

  Valentine and Delilah were still behind the desk, as close to each other as possible to get with clothes on, gazing at me with the same inquisitive stare. Like I was an exhibit at the freaking zoo, or some freak at the circus. Suddenly I felt a desire for the safe haven of Josh and wished fervently that I'd told him to book a flight and get his ass out here.

  I had to stay and battle through this torment as though it were a prison sentence. I needed Josh to take me out of my overwhelming attachment to Jay Valentine and scorching envy of Delilah. I would not let my boss or his assistant get the best of me.

  “Do you need me for anything?” I mustered my courage so my voice didn't crack. “Sir.”

  “Actually I do,” he replied with a pronounced attitude of professionalism. I guessed that was for the assistant's benefit. “I'm flying to San Francisco tonight for a meeting and I want you to come with me. We'll leave at seven.”

  “Whatever you want, Sir,” I replied, gratified by the look of dismay that flittered across Delilah's snotty pointed face.

  “I'll be in my office until then- if you need me.”

  I turned my back on them with a brief glimpse of the surprise in Valentine’s face, before tugging the door shut on their tete-a-tete, as though frankly, my dear, I didn't give a damn.

  How'd ya like that sass, then? Sir.

  I strode down the hall to the seclusion of my private space and immediately pressed the direct link to Josh's number. When it went straight to V-mail, I told him that I was snowed under at work but desperate to see him for real, not virtual, sex.

  Please, please, I begged, would he come out to Napa for the weekend and take me to the most luxurious and decadent hotel room he could find. There, he could do whatever, wherever, he wanted with my willing, pliant, body. Two hours later I received a Vine of a very happy bunny spanking a tortoise across its shell in perpetuity.

  Once I had Josh alone face to face, I'd find out what exactly his relationship to Valentine was and why he hadn't told me he'd been set up to test me for the master. It may not even be true- Valentine had exhibited a bizarre fascination for my relationship with Josh. He may have made up the story as another test of my resilience, or to break my security blanket back home. The only one I had remaining.

  The confusion of untangling the knotted maze of connections was making me nutty. I was exceptionally pleased with myself for managing the situation and looking forward to getting to the answers in a couple of days.

  The heli’s propeller was already whirring by the time I met Jay Valentine on the pad behind the estate. He arrived from the opposite end of the house, carrying two black briefcases and helped me into the passenger seat while the pilot stowed his luggage. Then Valentine got behind the stick and the pilot stepped away as he lifted the helicopter up into the air and left my stomach back on the ground.

  “I had no idea you could fly,” I shou
ted.

  He indicated the headphones and I put them on, but decided not to repeat my idiotic statement.

  From the air I was treated to an eagle's view of the massive estate and the vineyards stretching for miles. The house was far bigger than I'd been able to envision from the inside and I now pictured my design for the glass extension on the end.

  “I imagine you’re no longer wearing your tail.” Valentine's dulcet voice fell directly into my ears through the phones.

  I smiled out the window and didn't respond. Leave him to his fantasies.

  “You must think me a monster,” he probed.

  Again I smiled and remained silent. I knew I was pushing his limits by not answering him immediately as I was required to do.

  “You did very well last night- Incredible,” he said in a half whisper before looking to the side window, averting his face from me.

  I smiled even wider. He was as much enamored by our connection as I was. What a fantastic trip this was going to be. I was determined to impress him and make him proud at the business meeting we were headed to.

  Now I regretted asking Josh to meet me for the weekend. All I could think of was getting closer to Valentine, probing behind that enigmatic exterior for what made him need to pleasure unknown women while taking none for himself. Then I would make him surrender to his passion and realize that I had the power to take him there.

  In barely minutes, the Golden Gate Bridge appeared in a half shroud of mist.

  “Oh, we're in San Francisco,” I murmured.

  “Don't you like my city?” Valentine's rich voice in my ears.

  “I've never actually spent time here. I just assumed for some reason we were headed to LA.” Then I realized my dopey mistake. “That's way too far to fly isn't it? We'd never make it.”

  “We would in this bird, in less than two hours.”