Billionaire Blackmail: My Billionaire Boss, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

I put the paper back in the envelope and pulled out my phone to type the message.

*

The rest of the day went by at half-speed. I still had plenty of work from Mr. Stone to get through but even when I lost myself in it, I'd come out a moment later. I finally made it to the end and went home, thinking I'd escaped this day without any more problems about five seconds before I sat on some gum on the bus.

I went up to my apartment and felt my stomach jittering as I walked inside. The violation of my private space made me feel ill. This apartment, as small as it was with its ratty sofa and hey-let's-call-it-antique-even-though-it's-just-old decor, had been my sanctuary.

I shook myself out of that loop of thinking again and considered my new problem. The blackmailers wanted me to destroy hard copies of documents. I'd been to the hard-copy storage area deep in the levels beneath Stone-Black. It took up two entire floors and the truth is that hardly anyone ever went down there. Even Ms. Green, the HR lady who liked to purse her lips, admitted to me in my very short training time with her that no one cared about the archives to the point that there wasn't actually anyone employed to look after them. Access was restricted to certain people but once you were down there, you could do whatever you wanted and no one would be the wiser.

As I started chopping vegetables for dinner, I resolved to go down to the archives tomorrow. Just to have a look I told myself. I wasn't really going to do what the blackmailers wanted. Not even if it was easy and there was almost no chance of being caught.

I was just going to check it out. I wasn't going to destroy anything.

*

I found three of the contracts in the archives with no problem at all and spent a good half-hour reading through them but I couldn't work out why they needed to be destroyed. They were in regard to licensing some chemical process from another company as far as I could tell but written in legalese gibberish. The only thing they really had in common was that they were all signed by Mr. Black. Was that important?

I stuffed the contracts in an empty box I found and hid it in a back corner. Once I managed to connect all the dots then I could decide what to do.

In the elevator on the way up, my thoughts suddenly turned away from my predicament and to Mr. Stone. He'd be back tomorrow and he promised my training would begin. I shivered at the idea. What did he mean by training? Knowing his love of high-tech sex toys I'm sure it would involve some device that could make me orgasm at the press of a button. The elevator was fast but even so, by the time I reached the top floor I was feeling quite hot and bothered. Could I get away with using my red bullet at work? Did Mr. Stone have cameras up here outside his office? The doors opened and I looked straight into Mr. Black's eyes. The devilish grin on my face dropped away to an awkward smile but not before he raised his eyebrow and smiled back at me. He was leaning against my desk again, browsing through another manila folder.

"Here's trouble," he murmured.

I stepped out the elevator, suddenly aware of the wet heat between my legs. I knew my cheeks must be red and my embarrassment wasn't doing much to help that situation.

"Mr. Black, good morning sir," I said, looking mostly at the floor as I walked over to my desk.
No, that's too obvious! Look up!

I sat down at my desk and looked up at Mr. Black who was watching me with a half-smile on his face. He raised his eyebrows at me and then stepped away from my desk and looked down at the papers in his hand.

I turned on my computer and adjusted my skirt. Yes, my body was still hot and bothered but professional me was pulling it back together. I could even feel the red fading from my face.

"This is great work. You really saved my ... bacon," Mr. Black said and then laughed to himself.

I laughed too but something seemed off today. Maybe it was me thinking of Mr. Stone and then finding a different man in front of me. I glanced over at my computer as the emails arrived and saw one from Mr. Stone. The subject line said Tonight, 7pm. I opened it with a flutter in my stomach.

I will be home early. Be at my house 7pm tonight. Mi-oh will pick you up.

That composure I was talking about broke into pieces. Mr. Stone would be home tonight. I brought my fingers up to my neck and felt the leather band around it.

"... what do you think?"

I refocused. Mr. Black had been talking!

"Um, sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked and then waved a hand at the computer. "Emails, got distracted."

He nodded and then frowned down into his paperwork.

"I was just saying that you really saved me and to pay you back I wanted to take you out to dinner tonight. My treat."

He said all this to his paperwork and I suddenly got the impression of a young embarrassed teenager asking someone out on a first date. With that idea came that feeling that girls know well: you have to turn someone down and you're almost as embarrassed as they are.

"I would love to," I lied, "but I can't. I ... um,"

He waved away my explanation and stood up suddenly.

"Not a problem, some other time. Could you find this for me and have it by tomorrow if possible?" It all came out in one big rush and he handed me the folder and practically bolted for elevator before I could say anything else. Mercifully, it opened immediately and the doors closed behind him without me seeing his face again.

I picked up the folder and opened it but I was already lost in thoughts of Mr. Stone and what would happen tonight.

*

It's crazy what sex will do to you. I spent the rest of the day working on the mundane but unlike yesterday I didn't keep suddenly thinking about blackmail or the situation I found myself in. All I could think about was Mr. Stone. My master. The one who put the leather collar on me and told me I would obey.

I didn't care about the contracts I was meant to find and destroy. I didn't even care someone had been in my apartment. All I wanted was Mr. Stone.

I rushed home the moment work was over and had a shower before dressing in some tight jeans and a top that flattered all that I had. At six-thirty the buzzer rang and Mi-oh called out "DEAR DELILAH!" over the intercom.

I
went downstairs to find the black Bentley waiting for me, Mi-oh leaning against it in a black tuxedo looking like a professional killer.

We chatted on the way to Mr. Stone's mansion but even with her bubbly personality I had trouble keeping my mind on what she was saying.
She asked me about work and I gave some vague response before apologizing and focusing for all of two minutes.

We arrived at Mr. Stone's mansion and
Mi-oh waved goodbye before giving me a wink. Mr. Henry was waiting by the door. He smiled at me and gave a little bow before opening it for me.

"Upstairs and to the right, Ms. Neri," Mr. Henry said.

I walked up the stairs, my stomach going from fluttering to leaping up and down. The closer I got to Mr. Stone's dungeon, the worse it got. I had changed into fresh underwear at home but already they were soaked through with my desire. I turned the corner and walked down the beautiful hallway, although the artworks were somewhat lost on my sex-brain.

Just as I reached the study where Mr. Stone had fucked me for the first time bent over his sofa, I felt a strong arms wrap around me from behind, one across my collarbone, the other around my waist.

"You are here, little slave," said Mr. Stone in my ear.

"Yes, sir," I managed to say, even though it felt my whole body was thudding in time with my heart.

His fingers trailed up to my neck and he touched the leather collar before stroking the hollow of my jaw. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. I felt his lips brush against my ear before he took hold of the collar and stepped around me.

"Come with me, slave," he said.

He pulled me along and I followed obediently. We entered the dungeon and I felt my eyes become heavy. His effect on me was like I was drugged. I just wanted to fuck him, to serve him, to do whatever he wanted. Even as these thoughts crossed my mind, I felt some fears rising up. Did I have barriers he'd push against and I'd suddenly find out how far he wanted to go? Would I be able to follow him?

Mr. Stone suddenly turned and pulled me towards him. We kissed and I felt like I'd bitten into an electrical wire at the feeling. His lips against mine
, his hands touching me. I looked into his eyes and saw a deep hunger.

But it was only for a moment. He broke our kiss and was behind me again. The man was fast and powerful. I felt his body near mine and then saw his hands in front of my face holding a thick black blindfold. He covered my eyes and then stepped away from me.

"Can you see?" he asked from somewhere behind me.

"No, sir," I said. No light was getting through at all and without my sight my other senses seemed to magnify.

"Wait," commanded Mr. Stone.

"Yes, sir," I said.

I heard him move behind me, a rustle of fabric on fabric but then nothing else. If anything, the man was preternaturally quiet. I focused on calming my breathing, feeling my heart slowing down and the pounding rush of blood in my ears fade away.

To my right I heard a soft clink of metal on glass and then the rattle of ice-cubes. Was he making a drink?

"Take off your clothes," Mr. Stone whispered in my ear and I almost screamed. I managed to bite my lip in time to stop myself.

"Yes, sir," I said and reached down to unbutton my jeans. I pushed off my shoes and after a momentary struggle with my very tight jeans, slid them down my hips and off, taking my socks with them. It wasn't cold in the room but when the air hit my wet underwear, I felt a chill.

"Faster," Mr. Stone whispered in my ear again. I couldn't hear where he was over my own body going crazy but then I felt him behind me, felt his fingers trail over my ass and down to the wetness between my legs. I moaned as he pressed his fingers against me before he stepped away and was gone again.

I unbuttoned my top and dropped it beside me before
my bra followed. Finally I slipped my underwear off and dropped them to the floor. I kept closing and then opening my eyes under the blindfold as though I'd suddenly be able to see something but I was in complete darkness.

I heard another clink of metal on glass to my right and then a scraping sound. I felt a rush of bumps flood up my arms with every new sound. What was Mr. Stone doing? I heard another clink of glass before he spoke again.

"Two steps forward."

"Yes, sir."

I took two steps and then stopped, now trying to remember the layout of the room and what was in it. There were tables and all sorts of sex toys all over the place. Half the things I had no idea what they did.

"Reach down and feel the bench in front of you. Turn around and sit down."

"Yes, sir," I answered and reached down. My fingers touched a soft warm surface with a firmness underneath. I ran my hands outwards and around and felt it was about twice as wide as me. Not a bed but a bench with a soft covering. Using my hands to guide me, I sat down on it.

"Now lay back and put your hands above you, little slave," Mr. Stone said.

I lay back on the bench, feeling the warmth of the material against my back. As I raised my hands above my head I felt Mr. Stone's strong hands grab my wrists and he pulled me back, sliding me further up the bench. I felt two leather bands clasp around my wrists, locking my arms in place.

I heard a single footstep and then he was gone again. I strained my ears to hear where he was and felt like my whole body was vibrating with the effort.
I heard a soft scrape of glass from across the room.

Then his lips. Hot, burning. His mouth enclosing my nipple, a tiny trickle of hot liquid running down the side of my breast. I gasped and heard him swallow. In the darkness I could smell hot green tea. I heard a soft sip of liquid and then Mr. Stone's burning mouth covered my other nipple. It
s heat rushed through me and as his teeth grazed against my breast, I moaned.

Mr. Stone moved with hot kisses down my body, across my stomach, moving away and back so I never knew where he'd touch next. He bit my earlobe and then sucked it into his hot mouth before nipping at my breast, kissing under down my left arm and then suddenly kissing me on the lips. I opened my mouth and drank the hot tea from his mouth, desperate for it.

He moved away and then I shrieked as freezing cold brushed over my breast. His mouth closed over my nipple and I felt an ice-cube rub across me. He kissed with his cold mouth down my body again and I almost screamed at the sensations rushing through me. A moment later I felt the tip of his finger touch me and it was hot and wet. He must have put his fingers in hot water. He stroked down my body and then twisted my nipple between his fingers. The heat hit the cold and I moaned something incomprehensible.

I felt him move down my body then, kissing from lips to neck to breast to stomach and down my thigh. Over my gasping I heard him sip something and before I could wonder if it was hot or cold I felt his lips press against the slick wetness between my legs. I was on fire for him but it didn't match the temperature of his tongue. I felt his hot mouth move against me and then he covered my clit and swirled his tongue around it. The hot tea shocked through me
and then I felt him swallow before pressing his tongue against me once more.