Coerced (Billionaire romance): Blackmailed by the Billionaire (Buchanan Romance Book 1) (3 page)

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Was
she really sitting on Sutton Buchanan’s lap?

Yes, there was no getting away from the reality that Sutton Buchanan’s hand was up her skirt and his fingers were idly stroking her folds.

She fought the urge to squirm — with nervousness, of course, not because his tender strokes were turning her insides to liquid — but she was out of her element and almost frantic with the need to do something.

“You can have any woman you want...why me?”

“Why not you?”

Because I’m short, chubby and not particularly beautiful
was what came to mind but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Instead she said, “Because I doubt I’m your type.”

He laughed and shocked her by sliding his finger inside her.

“Don’t presume to know my type, Elizabeth. I like women. Of all kinds. There’s nothing sweeter than a hot pussy or a wet mouth on my hard cock. Why should I limit myself to a certain type?”

He withdrew his finger slowly and then, in a move that shocked her senseless, sucked her juices off.

He grinned. “Delicious. I shall look forward to making a full meal out of your pussy but first...business.”

Sutton tapped her bottom and she gratefully popped from his lap.

Everything was moving too fast.

A hysterical part of her was hoping this was all some weird hormonal dream after watching binge watching
Mad Men
and that she actually wasn’t about to willingly become a billionaire’s sex toy but as he prepared documents with efficient ruthlessness, she knew this was real and it was happening, which meant sooner rather than later...Sutton was going to take her virginity.

She barely had a moment to register the magnitude of her decision. It wasn’t that she’d had some grand idea of what losing her virginity would be like, but she certainly hadn’t pictured losing it to someone like Sutton.

Think of the positive
— after it was all done…she’d never have to see him again.

It wasn’t as if she and the Buchanan’s traveled in the same circles.

That was a plus.

But a part of her mourned that she was giving up something important for cold, hard cash.

Welcome to the jungle — where bill collectors didn’t care where the money came from as long as the debt was paid.

“Sign here, Elizabeth,” he instructed, handing her a fine-tipped Mont Blanc pen.

The only reason she even knew of the brand was because it had been father’s favorite; it’d been his one indulgence for a man who worked hard every day for his family and asked for little in return aside from the love of his family.

Tears stung her eyes but she willed them away.

Her father was dead but he would’ve understood that sometimes in life, you had to make sacrifices.

She signed her name and then released a shaky breath. “Very good. I’ve arranged for your first deposit today. The second half of your payment will be made on the last day of our arrangement.”

“And when is that?”

“When I tire of you.”

She blinked. That was hardly fair. “And if you never tire of me?”

Sutton graced her with a patronizing look. “Nothing holds my interest for long.”

While she didn’t want him trapping her into an open-ended contract for the rest of her life, she was struck by how incredibly sad his life must be that he found no continual joy in anything.

He accepted the paper and returned it to his desk with relish, very pleased with himself.

“Now...you will quit your job and prepare to move into an apartment of my choosing. You will need a passport, which my secretary will see to and my personal physician will give you a thorough once-over, make sure you’re healthy and fit for duty,” he winked “so to speak, and you will receive a birth control shot to ensure there will be no children born of this business relationship.”

She swallowed and nodded.

Yes, no babies.

She couldn’t walk away from this experience and try to forget it if she had a child with him. Ugh.
The very idea turned her stomach!

He continued, “You will be fitted this afternoon for new clothes, also of my choosing, and you will wear anything I provide. Understood?”

She nodded, unable to quell the queasy feeling in her gut. She hated clothes shopping. Nothing ever fit right and she usually left the stores feeling defeated with very little to show for it.

“Is there a problem?” he asked, noting her anxiety.

“I’m hard to fit,” she admitted, her cheeks heating. She gestured to her body. “I’m not exactly a Barbie doll or a supermodel size four.”

“If the people I pay to fit you cannot deck you out as I please, it will be their mistake. I accept no failure. By the time they are done with you, you will have a wardrobe fit for a queen during the day but my own private whore behind closed doors.” His blue eyes glittered with anticipation. “I can’t wait to see you encased in leather with those glorious tits pushed up like offerings and those flared hips practically inviting my hands to grip hard.”

The visual actually did something to her insides, something she wasn’t prepared for.

Her breath quickened and her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Have you done this before?” she dared to ask.

“No. You’re my first.”

Why did that give her a private thrill?

“Kneel, Elizabeth,” he said, gesturing for her to take her place at his feet.

How humiliating!

Elizabeth slowly sank to her knees on the plush carpet, wondering how she would survive this ordeal with her sanity intact.

“Look at me.”

She lifted her gaze reluctantly.

Her reward was a pleased smile that sent shockwaves rippling through her.

Maybe if he wasn’t so handsome…she’d rather he looked like the ogre he was deep at his core so his good looks didn’t get in the way of her private hatred.

“Have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked conversationally, as if he weren’t asking such incredibly personal questions. “Just how much sexual experience have you had?”

“I told you I was a virgin.”

“Yes, but there’s more to experience sexually than just a cock penetrating a pussy. I’m curious to know what experiences you’ve had.”

If she lied about her sexual experience, he would know the minute she fumbled in confusion so she went with honesty, no matter how embarrassing.

“No, I’ve never given anyone oral sex. Frankly, it sounds disgusting. And the idea of someone else doing it to me…well, I don’t see the appeal in that either.”

At that he openly laughed as if she’d just uttered the most comical bit ever heard.

She glared, hating that she’d made this deal.

Could she renege? What would he do to her if she backed out?

Maybe she ought to tell him to rip up that stupid contract and shove it in his ass since he seemed to like
butt-stuff
so much.

“Your ignorance amuses me,” he said, once he was able. “I cannot in good conscience let my poor pet continue to believe such ridiculous thoughts about oral sex. Take off your panties and come here,” he said, patting his desk, indicating where she ought to put her behind.

“What are you going to do?”

He tsked at her question in warning and once again patted the desk, only this time his gaze brooked no argument.

Did anyone argue with a Buchanan? Not likely.

Seeing no help for it, she removed her panties and climbed onto the desk, her face heating with embarrassment.

He flipped her dress up to her waist, revealing thick white thighs that hadn’t seen nearly enough sun and her blonde curly thatch of hair that had never been waxed or shaven beyond what was absolutely necessary.

“Lean back and scoot all the way to the edge,” he instructed, his gaze gleaming with hunger and lust.

Warmth suffused her belly at the blatant desire in his stare. Sutton Buchanan wanted her?

She couldn’t wrap her brain around the thought without stuttering in surprise.

He grabbed her feet and placed them on the armrests of his leather chair and she wanted to die from mortification. This was worse than being in the doctor’s stirrups.

“You have the sweetest pussy, Elizabeth,” he said, the satisfaction in his tone stirring something wild inside her. “The little blond curls, damp and dark in some places, are quite beautiful.”

She squirmed with unexpected pleasure at the odd compliment.

But before she could say anything Sutton’s mouth was on her, sending wild torrents of explosive pleasure rocketing through her as he leisurely sucked and licked at her clitoris as if he had all day and he hadn’t anything better to do than eat her out on his desk.

Elizabeth seamed her mouth shut, refusing to cry out even as a near uncontrollable moan built behind her lips.

Oh God! Why did that feel so good? Don’t give in! Don’t let him know that you’re drowning in amazing sensation!

But stuffing down her cries was like trying to hold back a tsunami — ludicrously impossible — and a keening gasp escaped as Sutton sucked at the tiny swollen bud buried between her folds, kept secret and forgotten all these years.

Elizabeth’s arms began to shake but she held herself rigid, clinging to the pleasure that rippled through her in wild arcs of ridiculous wonderment.

Sutton’s muffled grunts of pure enjoyment as he sucked and licked, teased and nipped, was gasoline on the fire.

And then just as she was about to tumble over a cliff, lost to oblivion, Sutton abruptly stopped, pulling back with a grin that was almost cruel.

“First rule you will learn, my pet, you must ask my permission to come. To come without my permission is to risk terrible punishment. Am I clear?”

Elizabeth, confused and still muzzy from what Sutton had been doing to her, could only blink and shake her head, almost prepared to beg but the scraps of her dignity refused to let the words loose.

“Ask for permission and I shall grant it,” he said as if he were the most generous man on the planet when in fact, he was the devil.

Shaking, Elizabeth willed her heart rate to slow to normal but the terrible tension binding her insides wouldn’t relent so easily.

Sutton realized she would rather bite her own tongue off than ask him for permission.

“Stubborn and willful,” he observed but she got the impression he found those traits an asset, which scared her a bit.

What would he do to her?

Sutton abruptly pulled her to her feet and then pushed her to her knees again.

He grinned as he stared down at her, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. Horrified and yet curious at the same time, Elizabeth realized what he wanted from her.

Sutton pulled his cock free from his silk boxers and the fleshy head loomed in her face like a giant pink mushroom on a rock hard stalk.

Palming his cock, he stroked it slowly, watching her reaction.

“Open your mouth,” he said and when she gave a small, minute shake of her head, he gripped her jaw painfully and forced her mouth to open.

Tears sprung to her eyes but she accepted the fleshy head of his cock, surprised to find the skin hot and silky smooth against her tongue.

Her first reaction was to gag but there was something sensual about the way his hips thrust against her, the way he threaded his fingers through her hair as he pumped gently, the moans that he couldn’t quite help as she found a rhythm that seemed to please him.

And then she realized that there was power in the giving of pleasure that she never would’ve imagined.

The subtle tremble in his hands as he gripped her firmly betrayed that she was the one in control, not the other way around and that knowledge sent a surge of pleasure through her own body.

She didn’t fight the cock going in and out of her mouth, instead, she went after it hungrily, emulating similar motions with her tongue as he had on her and the triumphant result was more satisfying than she could’ve dreamed.

Sutton groaned, his grip tightening almost painfully.

He stiffened and suddenly warm, salty liquid spurted into her mouth, sliding down her throat in great gobs, choking her with its volume, forcing her to swallow out of fear of making a mess.

“Good God…”

Sutton breathed, his voice a sexy rasp as he pulled away and collapsed in his chair, his cheeks flushed, his gaze hazed.

When he could form words, he assessed her with a narrowed stare, saying with suspicion, “You lied to me.”

And she just about fell over.

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“
What
do you mean, I lied to you?”

Elizabeth repeated, dumbfounded as she began to rise until he shoved her back down to the floor on her knees.

“Ouch! What are you doing?”

“You will not rise until I give you permission to do so,” he replied, regarding her keenly.

Why had she lied about her sexual experience? What else had she lied about?

Was she still a virgin?

She scowled at him but sank back onto her knees, mollifying him briefly.

“Are you, in fact, a virgin?”

“What are you talking about? Yes, I told you I was,” she said, openly offended. “If you don’t believe me, that’s your problem.”

Was she defensive because he’d caught her in a lie or was she genuinely upset that he questioned her honesty?

He didn’t know her well enough to tell.

“You give pretty good head for a girl who’s proclaimed to never had any experience with it,” he said, gauging her reaction.

She blushed two shades of pink, which he found heartening.

“Beginner’s luck, I guess,” she mumbled. “Can we not talk about it, please?”

His suspicion relented a notch. Her discomfort was genuine as was her embarrassment.

Was he that lucky that his little virginal pet was a natural in bed? An instinctual lover?

While he was delighted at having landed such a delectable morsel for such a unique arrangement, there was something about Elizabeth that threw him off kilter.

He regarded her as he tucked away his cock, enjoying the way she averted her gaze as if afraid to look when in fact.

Oh, sweet little peach, you are going to become intimately aware of every nook and cranny of my body.

Just as he would become of hers.

“You may stand,” he said, smiling as she adjusted her skirt, still concerned with propriety when he’d just creamed down her lovely throat.

“Collect your things and go to this address,” he paused to jot an address and hand it to her “I want you showered and ready for me when I arrive by five. Understand?”

Elizabeth read the address and drew a halting breath, realizing that he meant to fuck her tonight.

He was giddy to have what belonged to him.

All of those beautiful curves…

The end of the work day couldn’t come fast enough.

If he didn’t have pressing details to attend, he’d say
fuck it
and bail so he could sink into that pink flesh but that wasn’t the case.

The west coast cousins were all about respectability these days and that meant putting in an honest day’s work — whatever that was.

He watched her leave, enjoying the view immensely, until on the heels of Elizabeth leaving, his cousin Vince entered the office with a quizzical scowl.

“Who was that?”

“Someone I’m eager to get to know better,” Sutton answered cagily.

The last thing he needed was Vince going all sanctimonious on him.

Since getting hitched and having a kid Vince seemed to have forgotten that his roots used to be blacker than sin.

Hell, Vince used to be as bad as they came; he used to be fun to hang out with.

Now?

Giant buzzkill.

Vince dropped into the chair opposite Sutton. “We might have a buyer for Malvagio. Can you meet with them at the club?”

“Sure.” Relaxed after that epic blow job, Sutton didn’t even bother trying to convince that hanging onto Malvagio was a good business decision.

Vince wouldn’t listen anyway.

“Who is it?”

“Honey Cresswood. She comes from old money, European nobility that crossed the pond several generations ago. She’s loaded to the gills and kinky as hell.”

“My kind of woman,” Sutton murmured with a grin. “Married or otherwise attached?”

“Settle down, tiger. I’m not sure she’s into guys, at least not this year anyway. She’s been shacking up with Emily Rochester for a year.”

“Last I heard Emily let the door swing both ways.”

Sutton would know — he’d fucked her at least twice.

Smirking, Sutton, added, “But whatever works, right? Why do you think Honey is a good fit for the club?”

“She’s connected to the right people, rich as fuck, and understands the need for discretion. I think she’s perfect. Hell, I’m half tempted to slash the asking price just to sweeten the deal. I’m sick of lugging this albatross around my neck.”

“What happened to you, man?” Sutton couldn’t help but ask. “It’s like I’m looking at a stranger. Malvagio is a legacy, not an albatross.”

Vince chuckled as if Sutton was the one who had it backward. “Someday, you’ll realize that there’s more to life than fucking.”

“God, I hope not,” he said with an involuntary shudder, immediately thinking of how he couldn’t wait to sink into his new pet.

He reluctantly pulled his thoughts into focus.

“All right, so when’s this meeting supposed to happen?”

“Tonight. You free?”

Under any other circumstance, he would’ve shrugged off his plans but not even a night at Malvagio was worth missing out on what he planned to do to Elizabeth.

“Sorry, tonight’s no good for me. Got plans already.”

“Might those plans include the girl with the banging curves who just left?”

Sutton knew that Vince only had eyes for his wife but just knowing that Vince had noticed just how hot Elizabeth was made him feel growly.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Already feeling territorial?

He forced himself to chill out.

“Maybe. We’ll see,” he said without sharing more. “Can you put off the kinky heiress for a night or two?”

“Sure. We’ve waited this long, we can wait a few more days.”

“Oh, that reminds me, I’ll be out of your hair by this evening. I’ve found an apartment to rent that suits my needs.”

Vince didn’t pretend to care. “Nolan will be pleased to hear it. He says you’re a bad influence.”

Sutton shrugged. “I’ll accept that as a compliment.”

“You would.”

“If your pretty wife hadn’t lopped off your balls and stuck them in her Birken bag, you would’ve too.”

Vince chuckled and rose. “Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”

“Pre-ball-and-chain or after? Because honestly, the yardstick against pre-married Vince was pretty short. Married Vince? He’s practically a woman.”

Vince just laughed at the insult and tipped an imaginary hat Sutton’s way.

“And you, dear cousin, will never know the sublime pleasure of being someone’s other half.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sutton quipped with an easy smile.

“Oh, it is. You just don’t have the sense to know it.”

And then Vince let himself out.

Sutton shook his head, bemused.

He found it distressingly odd that all three Buchanan brothers had changed so drastically after falling in love.

Seemed like something to avoid, if you asked Sutton.

He liked his life.

No, correction, he loved his life.

What wasn’t to enjoy? Endless pleasure at the drop of a hat, exotic locales at the snap of a finger?

The freedom to do and say whatever he wanted without fear of reprisals?

Bah
.

The west coast cousins had lost their collective minds.

He smirked.

Their wives must have pretty persuasive pussies to change men like Dillon, Vince and Nolan.

But there was no pussy in the world sweet enough to change him.

And that was a fact he took extreme comfort in.

***

Elizabeth
wandered the new, spacious apartment — did this monstrous space qualify as an
apartment
? — wondering what Sutton planned to do with all the square footage of his newly rented place.

Take your virginity.

She blushed hard at the knowledge. It was a surreal thing to both anticipate and dread something that usually happened organically.

Except in her case, there was nothing organic about what was about to happen.

Think of something else or you’ll go insane!

Her gaze frantically sought out a distraction. The place was beautiful, of course.

Why would a billionaire suffer anything less than the best that money could buy.

Fine art— 
good God, was that an original Monet?
— graced the walls, perfectly complementing the equally fine furnishings, which only accentuated the overall sense that she didn’t belong amid such opulent wealth.

For crying out loud, her idea of splurging was dropping twenty bucks on a Target purse — and usually she had a coupon for it!

This was not normal.

Not in a million years could she ever imagine that she’d be in this position but here she was, standing like a forlorn, bedraggled plant amidst an apartment filled with hothouse beauties, awaiting her fate.

Oh, stop being so dramatic
, a voice in her head snapped when she felt tears starting to burn behind her eyelids.

It’s not as if he were going to lop off her head once he was through with her. 

Not to mention, he’d already casually dropped that he rarely remained interested in one thing for long.

For a relatively short time she’d have to endure being his...um...well, for lack of a better term,
plaything
, and then when it was all said and done, she’d have a shit ton of money to go find a really good therapist because God only knew, she’d need one after this experience.

She rounded the corner and found the bedroom.

A huge four-poster bed dominated the burgundy-walled room and Elizabeth felt her courage slipping.

Her stare remained riveted to the bed, even as her knees shook.

Was Sutton a gentle lover?

She nearly barked a laugh. She could guess the answer to that one.

Would he at least take into consideration the fact that she’d never had sex before?

Would it hurt?

She’d heard stories and as stories went, experiences varied.

Some said losing their V-card hadn’t hurt at all, barely noticing when the guy stuck it in, but others said it felt as if they were being split in two.

She suppressed a shudder. If there was a God...

But from what she remembered of Sutton’s cock in her mouth...it was big.

Which meant...her cheeks heated anew. 

It’s going to hurt.

Maybe she could back out.

Maybe Sutton would take into consideration that she’d made a hasty decision and wouldn’t hold her to it.

Again with the false hope.

Any man who would coerce a woman so effortlessly, so ruthlessly for his own gain, wouldn’t give two shits about a woman’s obviously hasty deal-making skills. 

Just get right with your decision because it’s going to happen.

That meant, no amount of quibbling or hand-wringing on her part was going to make a bit of difference. 

Besides, Gretchen needed her and that was the crux of it all. All decisions hinged on that fulcrum.

Gretchen couldn’t survive on her own and Elizabeth couldn’t afford to help her without Sutton’s money.

So...in black and white terms...Elizabeth would have to see this through, no matter the pain, the degradation, the assassination of her dignity because she loved her sister dearly and would do anything to keep her safe.

Squaring her shoulders, Elizabeth strode into the bedroom as if she owned the place and began unpacking her meager things.

If this were to become her home-away-from-home for a time, she’d need to be able to find her toothbrush.

There was no turning back so there was no sense in looking backward.

Just endure — and then get the fuck out and forget it ever happened.