Billionaire's Bribe (Blackmailed Into Bed) BBW Erotica (4 page)

“Eva,”
he growled in the stillness. “Are you just going to stand there and tickle me?
Or are you going to do something?”

She
smiled at the mixture of lust and ire in his voice—obviously he wasn’t
too pleased about having control wrested from him, but at the same time he was
hardly going to ask her to remove her hands.

“I
thought this was about telling the other person what you wanted,” she teased,
tossing his words back into her face.”

His
fingers were suddenly in her hair. “Eva, honey, I have no problem telling a
woman what I want from her,” he said, his voice silky, in direct contrast to
the hands roughly pushing her down. “What I want is for you to suck my cock.
Now.”

She
was forced to her knees on the hard dirt ground, so that her face was level
with his cock. Just enough moonlight filtered through the canopy of leaves
overhead so that she could see the head glistening with moisture. She licked
her lips, both hands gripping the shaft. His fingers had a resolute grip on her
hair, but even without them she wouldn’t have backed away. She wanted to taste
him.

Slowly,
she took him into her mouth, savoring every inch of him. Her knees ached as she
sucked him, her senses hyper alert and picking up on every snatch of voice, of
laughter, of footsteps, knowing that at any time someone could come down this
way and they would be caught. Somehow that only made it more exciting.
Greyson’s
eyes, half lidded and gleaming in the dark,
watched her. He was mostly silent, but she could tell by the tightening grip of
his hands in her hair and his hips pushing his cock more urgently into her
mouth that he was far from unaffected. If her mouth hadn’t been so full, she
would’ve smiled with the power she felt over him, despite the fact that at the
moment, he was very much in control.

His
breathing came shorter and shorter, his balls drawing tight against his
body—a sure sign that he was nearly at the end. “You’ll have to take it,”
he rasped. “You’ll have to take it all.”

She
had no doubt in her mind as to what he meant. Still, she was momentarily caught
off guard when he suddenly spewed his seed into her mouth, causing her to
nearly choke on it. She swallowed it all, reveling the taste, the muffled
groans, his trembling body. When it was done she released him, licking stray
drops as she rose. Her knees would no doubt be filthy, perhaps even bruised
from being pressed into the hard ground for so long. Certainly her panty hose
would be ruined. And her hair was definitely a mess. But looking up into his
satisfied gaze, she couldn’t bring herself to care about any of that.

They
stared at each other for a long moment in the dark before he finally broke the
silence. “I really do need to get you to a proper horizontal surface some time.
Maybe even a bed.”

“I
don’t think you keep those in the office,” she half-quipped, half-teased.

He
arched a brow. “You have no idea of the things I keep in my office.”

A
pleasant shiver went down her spine, and her still-aching pussy throbbed,
reminding her that she was unsatisfied. Even so, she didn’t protest when he took
her hand and lead her down the path. “I suppose I will be finding out very
soon.”

He
gave her that wolfish smile again. “Very soon indeed.”

Greyson
dropped her off at her apartment, with the promise that
he would call on her tomorrow. That night, for the first time in month, she had
to reach into her drawer and pull out her sex toys. Even as she brought herself
to shuddering release twice, she knew nothing she could do matched the orgasm
Greyson
had given her in his office at lunch that day. Her
mind kept racing over the different possibilities of what he had in store for
her tomorrow.

She
didn’t get very much sleep that night.

****

Thursday
was a remarkably slow day—so much, in fact, that she was practically
falling asleep at her desk from a mixture of boredom and the lack of sleep from
the night before. Her chin propped in her hand, she stared blearily at the
computer screen as she glanced through the email box for what seemed like the
hundredth time, making she hadn’t overlooked anything.

Greyson’s
large, warm hands came to rest gently on her shoulders.
She jumped, startled,
then
moaned softly as his strong
fingers gently kneaded at the knots in her muscles.

“You
look tired today,” he murmured in her ear, and between his lips grazing her
earlobe and his hands on her shoulders her blood heated like a spreading
wildfire.

“I
didn’t get much sleep last night,” she confessed, no longer sleepy with him in
such proximity.

“Thinking
about me?” he teased with a kiss to her jawline.

“You
could say that.” Thinking about rolling between the sheets of some big,
sinfully comfortable bed as she took him into her body. Thinking about all the
fantasies that had assailed her last night shortened her breath.

“Well
I’m pretty sure I can give you something to… jump start… your system. Why don’t
you come with me?”

He
led her into his office and locked the door behind him. Crossing the room, he
opened a panel in the wall across from his desk and pressed a button. Eva
blinked in astonishment as a bed slid out of the wall, fully made with pillows
and sheets and everything. The comforter was a bold red with gilt edges that
made her think of Chinese Dragons, and the pillows were the same, with the
color scheme inverted. As tired as she’d been sleep was not the thing that
crossed her mind now when she looked at it.

“Let’s
get more comfortable, shall we?” he asked, coming around so that he stood
behind her. He pressed warm kisses to her shoulder as he unzipped the back of
her dress and let it fall to pool at her feet. She shivered as his hands slid
down the sides of her exposed flesh, coming to rest at her hips.

“You
came prepared, did you?” he asked, squeezing her bare bottom. She wore nothing
but a pink bra beneath her dress of the same color.

“I
wanted to save time.”

“I
appreciate the effort.” He unsnapped her bra with the efficiency of a man who
had done it many times before, then pulled it off and allowed it to float down
to join her dress.

“You
have such beautiful breasts. They fit my hands perfectly.” His large, warm
hands slid up her abdomen to cup her breasts as he spoke. She gasped as his
fingers deftly found her hardened nipples and teased them further.

He
stepped back, and she turned around to see him undressing. She sat down at the
edge of the bed and removed her heels as she watched him strip away layers of
clothing to reveal tanned, muscular flesh. Not a single scar marred the
perfection of his body. His cock stood at full attention, and now that it was
in the light she saw it was bigger than she had imagined. With a hard swallow,
she wondered if it would fit inside her.

“It
will fit.”

Her
eyes widened. “Did I say that out loud?”

He
laughed. “You didn’t have to. Your eyes speak volumes, Eva.” Fully naked now,
he cupped her chin in his hand. “So expressive. So open.” His cock nudged at
her lips.

She
took him into her mouth again, and in the daylight she was able to see the
muscles in his face tighten, his eyes dark with lust, his mouth half open as he
moaned. Boldly, she snaked an arm around her waist and dug her fingers into one
of his steely buns, drawing him forward as she pleasured him.

“Enough.”
He pulled back, panting with the effort of holding himself in check. “I’m going
to have you properly if it’s the last thing I do.”

Eva
laughed and lay back on the bed with her elbows propping up her upper body so
that her breasts were thrust high and proud into the air. “I’m not going
anywhere.” She knew she likely made a seductive picture, posed the way she was.
His eyes roamed over her like a physical caress.

“Are
you going to touch me, or not?”

He
was on her then, his hands gliding over her naked flesh, his teeth nipping, his
tongue tasting. His skin was deliciously hot against hers. She moaned as he bit
her neck,
then
sucked the bit of flesh between his
teeth. She would have a hickey in the morning.

Her
hands came around his back, stroking his flexing muscles as she encouraged him.
He teased her nipples mercilessly with his tongue, licking them the way a cat
licked at a bowlful of cream, while his fingers worked magic between her legs.

“Delicious.”
He licked the wetness from his fingers as he watched her with burning eyes. “I
can’t wait any longer, Eva. I won’t.”

Wordlessly,
she spread her legs for him. He settled between them, taking his cock in hand.
He teased her folds by rubbing the head of his shaft against them, coating it
in her wetness.

“Please,”
she said, her voice trembling. “Do it now.”

She
moaned as he finally entered her, slowly, surely feeding his cock into her
dripping pussy. His eyes fluttered to half-mast as a groan escaped his lips.
Panting, she sat up on her elbows to watch as he gradually buried herself up to
the hilt. The sight of them finally joined together, here, like this, was
unbearably erotic.

The
ache in her was briefly assuaged, but it came back in full force, wanting more.
She shifted her hips, pushing herself against him, urging him. He responded by
pulling out nearly all the way, then gripping her pelvis and thrusting back
into her. The pace quickened and she matched it easily with her own thrusting
hips, urging him on, digging her fingers into his ass so she could push him
into her even harder.

His
dark hair, usually so perfectly styled, was in disarray, with locks coming free
to hang across his forehead and into his face. It only made him look even more
roguish, more devilishly handsome, than it did before. She smiled up at him,
and he gave her a quick grin before sliding his hands underneath her and
rolling them both, lightning quick, so that he was now the one on the bed and
she the one on top.

“Go
ahead,” he told her, squeezing her bottom with both hands. “Take the reins. I
know you want to.”

His
eyes gleamed as he watched her ride him. With her head thrown back, that
chestnut hair flowing over her shoulders as she worked herself on top of his
shaft, she was a vision. Her cheeks were flushed, her hips parted as she
moaned, her round, heavy breasts bouncing enticingly. He reached up and kneaded
them with his hands, rolling the nipples between his fingers, and was rewarded
with breathier moans than before.

He
loved the way her curves felt beneath his hands.
Her breasts,
her hips, her thighs, her ass.
He especially loved cupping the round
globes of her ass. He did so now, digging his fingers in as he used his grip to
slam her harder, faster, down on to him. Her eyes widened, the amber orbs going
blind as she cried out in release, her body shuddering with the force of it. The
sight so overcame him that he was forced to pull out and shoot his seed onto
her breasts and stomach before he spilled it inside her.

Panting,
she fell back, her body stretched out between his legs. A grin spread across
his face as he watched her sprawled there, his seed coating her body. He liked
the view. And he was very much looking forward to seeing many times in the near
future.

****

The
next three weeks were a blur. Eva did her job—both sides of
it—well, and
Greyson
constantly kept her on her
toes. She never knew when he called her to his office if he was going to give
her a stack of files or spread her legs across the desk and fuck her until she
screamed his name. It seemed all she could think about was the next time he
would be inside her. She was in a constant state of readiness, always waiting,
always watching,
always
wondering.

In some ways it astonished—and sometimes
ashamed—her that he could inspire such longing in her, that he could make
her feel this way.
Most of the time she simply reveled in it. Instead of firing her for her
deception, he had not only allowed her to keep her job, but had given her a
punishment that turned out to be nothing but a pleasure.

More
than that, though,
Greyson
seemed to actually care
for her as a person. Certainly he was not always gentle—the sex was
sometimes rougher than anything she’d had before. But there was a tender look
in his eyes mixed with the lust, and as time passed he treated her with more
and more respect. Sometimes she actually forgot about the conditions he had set
for her, the reason she was having sex with him. It felt like they were just
lovers.

It
was Friday now, and
Greyson
had left the office
early. She sat at her desk, most of the work done for the day, feeling a little
forlorn that he was gone. It meant that she wouldn’t see him again until
Monday.

A
ping signaled to her that a new email had just been delivered to her inbox. Her
breath caught in her throat as she looked up and saw that it was from
Greyson
. Quickly, she clicked on it.