Bound by Duty: Servicing the Billionaire Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) Read online

The panties were pulled down to her knees and Mr. White slid his fingers along her wet, eager slit as Mary tried to grind her hips against his hand. Mr. White pulled her over his lap, eager to claim her for himself. His fingers pressed down over her pussy and massaged it in a slow circle. Mary found herself moaning at the tongue lapping at her neck, sucking her, and the tease she was being subjected to.

  He was sucking harder and harder, as if she was a soda can and he was fighting to claim the last drops. His thumb spread her lips open and two fingers plunged inside her tight, eager canal. As the fingers curled upwards, Mary screamed in ecstasy. She was beginning to feel faint and Mr. White withdrew his fangs from her neck, licking his lips noisily. She could feel her arousal dripping all over Mr. White’s hand, making incredibly loud, wet, smacking sounds as he pumped them inside faster. He inserted a third finger, and then a fourth. Mary could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, a delicious sensation rippled throughout her being every time he slammed the fingers home, curling upwards.

  His other hand was wrapped around her breasts. Unable to force the dress down, he stuck his hand inside her cleavage, roughly groping her tits and squeezing hard. When Mary felt on the verge of climaxing, he withdrew his fingers and Mary cried out in protest. He brought them to his lips and sucked her essence, licking each finger clean. She turned around and straddled his waist, and he crushed his lips against hers. A heavy passion had seized Mary, the passion closest to the throbbing pain between her legs. She tasted her arousal and blood on his tongue, the mingled tanginess of her blood and the musky arousal combining into a sweet taste.

  His hand curled into her hair and jerked her head back. “Get on the floor, slut.” The glint in his eye was dangerous—signifying that he wasn’t satisfied yet.

  “No,” she murmured, thinking of the dress.

  His hand closed on her neck and tightened painfully around her throat. “What the fuck did you say?”

  “I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “I’ll do as you say, sir.”

  Panting, Mary did as she was bid and crawled on all fours to the carpeted floor. The car was moving and it made it difficult to keep her balance. She heard a rip as the panties were ripped from her legs in frustration. She was thrown to the side and forced on her back. Mary was scared of the desperate look in his eyes, the blood staining his lips. He flipped the dress over her stomach, exposing her vagina and ass, which was covered in shiny slime.

  He hastened to remove his belt and pants, his fingers slipped in agitation. She sat up to help up but he snarled in her face and forced her back down, knocking the wind from her chest.

  “Mr. Wh—White,” she stammered. Now, she was truly scared.

  Finally his pants slipped down to his thighs. His penis sprang up, fully erect and hard. He wrenched her knees apart.

  “Wait, stop,” she protested.

  He buried the head of his penis in her wet slit and impaled her.

  Mary moaned as she felt the length of him ramming up her pussy, sliding in her juices. His thick cock stretched her painfully. She tightened her legs around his waist, wanting to squeeze his cock with her pussy.

  Mr. White seized her hips and threw his whole body into fucking her. Her breasts shook with every ram of his cock. The delicious, slapping sounds filled the small car. The smell of pussy and blood saturated the poorly ventilated car. He didn’t stop, burying himself balls deep into her pussy that clamored with need of this man.

  He grabbed her legs and moved her ankles so that they rested on each shoulder. Now he could penetrate her much deeper than before. Mary gasped as his cock seemed to thrust inside her stomach, grating against her pleasure nerves. He played with her tits, which had burst from the dress unhindered, while his mouth played with her legs.

  He bent over, forcing her legs almost parallel with her body as he drilled into her. His cock stuffed her like none before, slapping and smacking her pussy so that she knew it would be raw tomorrow. She felt like she was riding a wave that swelled bigger and bigger. She clenched her pussy and moaned as it contracted over his cock.

  Red faced, he slammed into her once, twice, three times before she felt him cumming inside her. His penis twitched as her pussy clenched around him, determined to milk every drop from his cock. He pumped a few more times, and then slid out of her, collapsing to her side.

  “Good girl,” he sighed.

  The car shuddered to a halt, but Mary was too faint to hurry. Mr. White pulled the dress over legs and Mary tucked her tits back inside the dress. Heaving with exhaustion, she sat up, clenching her thighs together as she felt the semen dripping out her pussy.

  Mr. White had pulled his pants up when the door opened. Mary stumbled out of the car, wobbling uncertainly on her heels. She leaned on the car, realizing that he had dropped her home. Her heart was pounding as she walked to the first steps.

  She heard a flurry of movement and Mr. White was at her side, arm around her waist. “Let me help you.”

  “I’m fine,” she protested.

  “Mary,” he growled in a warning voice.

  Together, they hobbled up the stairs and Mary slipped her key into the door. Mr. White pushed it open and lifted her from her feet. He carried her effortlessly as she draped around his arms, helpless.

  “This is where you live?” he said, apparently unimpressed.

  He brought her to the bedroom and laid her down gently. Mary was fading into unconsciousness. He lifted her dress and ran two fingers up her thigh, dipping them into her swollen pussy. He rotated his fingers inside her, elucidating gasps from Mary. Then his fingers slipped out, covered in his cum.

  “Open,” he said to her.

  Mary parted her lips and he forced his fingers down, until she almost gagged. She sucked on his fingers, tasting his cum and swallowing it. Then he brought his wrist to his mouth and bit it. He gave his wrist to her mouth. His blood, cool and thick, flooded her mouth. She turned away at first, disgusted.

  “Drink,” he ordered.

  She could not disobey her boss. She sucked on his wrist as he smoothed hair from her face. Her heart hammered as the first drop of blood touched her lips. She pressed his wrist to her mouth, wanting to consume him. Strength was returning to her limbs.

  “That’s enough,” he said, wrenching his wrist from her mouth.

  He dabbed two fingers on his bleeding wrist and against slipped them under her dress. He coated the inside of her pussy with his blood, and Mary felt healed—though less deliciously sore.

  Mary looked at his swollen lips and his chestnut hair dangling over his face. She wanted him again, she realized.

  “No, Miss Kramar. I’ve taken enough from you.” His fingers were still teasing her vagina, slowing pumping in and out.

  Then his face lowered to hers and it was menacing. His fingers rammed inside her painfully. “You are mine.” Asserting his dominance, he slipped out of her vagina and wiped her arousal and the remainder of his cum on her face.

  Fury seared inside her, but she felt herself slipping away. Her eyelids became heavier as she gazed into Mr. White’s cold eyes.

  “Sleep,” he commanded, and she did.

  # # #

  Part 3 out now!

  Dominated by Him: Servicing the Billionaire, Part 3

  After a night of passion with her domineering, sexy boss, he tells her that it can never happen again. Determined to make him lose control, Mary concocts a dangerous plan to embarrass her prideful boss in front of his associates. Her plan works--but is she ready for the consequences?

  Excerpt:

  Another day at work, Mary thought to herself as she sat down. Except, it wasn’t a normal day. No less than twenty-four hours ago, Mary had witnessed her boss fucking and drinking the young intern.

  She relived last night’s events in her mind, relishing the moment when Mr. White had caught her attempting to flee down the staircase. She had been so terrified, but the idea of being sexually punished by a man like him excited her. And then…

  A sig
h escaped her mouth as she powered on her computer. Had it all been a dream? Could it have been possible that she and Mr. White had gone to dinner in one of the most exclusive restaurants in America, after which he fucked her on the carpeted floor of his town car?

  She had woken up early at 5am, surprised to find herself completely nude under her sheets. A surge of energy had shot through her body and her eyelids snapped open. Instantly, she was awake and her eyes would not close. She had checked herself in the mirror and the puncture wounds on her neck had disappeared. There was no evidence anything abnormal had occurred. Mary might have gone about her day as if nothing had happened if she hadn’t noticed the black cocktail dress hanging in her closet.

  That was it. That was all the evidence she had needed. Her heart clenched painfully as she anticipated facing Mr. White after last night’s events. How would he behave towards her? How would she react?

  Mary kept herself busy to avoid thinking about it. She managed Mr. White’s calendar and scheduled his meetings. There was a conference he needed to attend on Thursday, so Mary booked the travel arrangements. She cleaned her desk several times, dusting each object meticulously. Her heels tapped impatiently on the carpeted floor.

  “What the hell is wrong with me today?” she muttered to herself. Mary had never remembered having so much energy. Her legs were shaking so badly it was as if she had downed an entire pot of coffee.

  She scrolled down her email list and her heart gave a painful squeeze when she noticed a familiar name, Matthew White. There was no subject line. She clicked on the email:

  Miss Kramar,

  Please meet me in my office at once.

  Matthew White

  CEO, White Group Inc.

  Mary looked at the time and gasped out loud. It was sent nearly an hour ago. She grabbed her purse and took out her compact mirror. She adjusted her appearance with a few swipes of her hand and bolted out of her chair. Why he had sent an email, rather than screaming her name as he usually did? The abrupt change in his behavior was worrying. Trembling, she pushed open his office door.

  Mr. White looked up from his desk as she entered the room. He gave her a thin smile and gestured to the seat in front of his desk.

  Mary sat down, wondering what he had in store for her.

  “How are you feeling?”

  She blinked at the question. Mr. White was not one for small talk. She couldn’t help but feel that something was very, very wrong. “Fine, how are you?”

  An uncomfortable silence stretched between the two of them.

  “Mary,” he began in a more human voice. “I am very ashamed at what happened last night. You don’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

  At least he acknowledged it. It was as if he was saying goodbye, and Mary knew that Mr. White was determined to have their relationship end. “But I liked it,” she protested.

  “It can never happen again.”

  “Why?” Tears momentarily choked her throat. Mr. White blurred in her tears and she blinked furiously.

  There was a bounce of Mr. White’s chair and movement. Suddenly, he was kneeling next to her and holding her shoulders. “Because it’s not right, Mary. I can’t trust myself around you.”

  “Mr. White, I don’t mind it! I want you!”

  He shook his head sadly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Mary. I am not an easy man to please.”

  “But—!”

  “I’m sorry,” he said in a final tone. “Go on, Miss Kramar. Get back to work.”

  His frosty tone had returned and Mary recognized the dismissal. Sniffing slightly, she stood up and left wordlessly. A sinking feeling in her stomach filled her with angst. For a few glorious hours, she had the world’s most eligible bachelor to herself. Somehow, she had ruined her chance with him.

  An idea struck her mind so quickly that it drove all her bad feelings away. All she had to do was get him so angry that he would lose control. Mary bit her lip nervously as she contemplated the idea. Suppose he fired her outright? If he fires me, I’ll go to the press.

  About the Author

  Adriana is an erotica and romance writer located in the Bay Area. She enjoys film, pop music, and karaoke. For more information, please visit her Twitter.

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