His Secret Desire (12 page)

When his weight finally lifted from her legs
she felt exhausted.

"Mental note." She heard Clayton say. "Ms.
Maldon is one of the three percent of women capable of sexual
excitement through the soles of her feet."

She was too tired to fight back, verbally or
otherwise.

"Turn over." He said in the darkness.

When Katy complied she was even more grateful
for the blackout. She felt how wet she had left the bedspread
underneath her. For sure there would be a revealing stain there and
if he wasn't sure or not if she had enjoyed his examination, the
obvious wet spot would be clear evidence. He already seemed to be
in control of her entire life, he didn’t need the additional
leverage of knowing that he could control her orgasms as well.

Now on her back she wondered why lying face
down had made her feel so vulnerable. If she had felt denuded and
helpless before, she felt like a willing sacrificial virgin
now.

"Put your hands over your head." He said
quietly. "Then bend your knees and place the soles of your feet
together. Just relax your knees outwards and don’t think about
anything."

Sure. Forget about the toe curling, tongue
biting close encounter of the orgasmic kind you just gave me while
you spread my legs apart for round two? No problem at all.

She followed his instructions and in the new
position she felt ready to come just lying there, even without any
help from the sexual maestro hovering over of her. Her arms
stretched over her head made her breasts feel like an offering for
his pleasure, her legs folded and opened wide made her feel like a
spoiled French courtesan waiting for her King.

"I'll think about Unix programming source
code if you don't mind." She said, picking the un-sexiest thing she
could find to occupy her mind.

One orgasm per physical examination, she
decided, was her limit.

Clayton gave a soft grunt and then closed her
wrists together over her head with one hand while he began to trace
out the lines of her arms with the other. As he came close to her
exposed and smooth under arms it became harder for her to stay
still. Then his finger continued the journey along her collar bones
where he had left off earlier. From there he traced a line down
between her breasts and across her abdomen, just lightly passing
into the shallow dip of her navel and then continuing his journey
all the way down to her pubic bone.

Her back arched sharply as his finger entered
lightly into her trimmed pubic hair and her legs spread out rigid
and straight on the bed.

"Wow." he said. "I'm jealous of that Unix
programming source code."

"Fuck off." She hissed. "You know exactly
what you're doing to me. This is all just a part of your sick
little game."

"A sick little game that you enjoyed enough
to soak my bedspread you little pervert. Now come on, put your legs
back in the position I asked for. Stop being so disobedient or
we'll be here all night."

She slid her legs back into the position and
felt her clit throb in anticipation as her legs opened up again. He
had felt the wet spot. He knew. Was he right? Had he known all
along that inside her wrapped up exterior there was a dirty little
pervert just waiting to be touched by him?

"That's good." he said, interrupting her
feverish thought processes. "Now hold still please."

His free hand came to her bosom and his
fingertips began to caress lightly again, geometrically tracing the
contours of her breasts, gradually working inwards towards the
center. He reached sensitive skin of the areola, carefully examined
it fully and then stopped, leaving her engorged, tight nipple
untouched.

"I've never heard of a device implanted
there." He said softly. "No need for further examination." He
repeated the process with the other side leaving Katy to silently
curse him. If she had had the power she would have slammed his head
to her breasts and shouted at him to lick and suck and kiss her
tits until she was satisfied, but the tables hadn’t turned yet, if
they ever would, and he was already down at her thighs now. He had
finished with her abdomen, straddled her middle and was exploring
the sensitive inner part of her upper thighs.

"Don't close up." He said softly but firmly.
"This is a popular area for surveillance equipment so I intend to
examine you here with particular care."

Her back arched sharply and she put her hands
to his waist and thighs, grabbing him from behind.

"Ah, ah." he said. "Not yet. We're still in
the preliminary stages Ms. Maldon. We've barely even been
introduced to each other yet. Now hold still and don’t make me ask
you again or I
will
throw you out of here."

She put her arms by her sides and pushed her
feet together.

"Go on." She said. "Get it over with
already."

He proceeded to examine both legs at the same
time, the movement of his hands synchronized as they found their
way upwards along her inner thighs, stopping tantalizingly at her
pubic triangle with each stroke.

Katy wasn't sure if she hoped that this inner
spot was an unpopular area for surveillance equipment or not.

When he had finished with her legs he placed
one hand softly to her pubic mound and waited, holding her, cupping
her.

The heat and pressure squeezed a soft, silent
orgasm from the utterly exposed and helpless woman below.

"My apologies in advance Ms. Maldon, but
unfortunately this has become a popular area with women of late and
I would be foolish to neglect it. If you want to change your mind…
if this is too much, now is the time to tell me."

The rapid beating of her heart spiked. She
was two orgasms in and
now
he was going to enter her with
his fingers?

She made no response, whatever she could have
said would have been half strangled and probably incoherent anyway,
but as he slowly, deftly pushed his way inside her well lubricated
passage it was too much; she started to moan out load with
abandon.

"Stay calm Ms. Maldon. And stay still." He
admonished her.

"You fucking stay calm." She gasped and then
continued to moan as his fingers explored deeper, passing
inexorably over her clit, searching the full diameter of her
channel. kneading into her G-spot and then just as her cum arrived
he withdrew and her body went limp beneath him.

He lifted himself from her and then, leaving
her lying naked and exhausted, went to clean his hands. The light
from the bathroom filled the darkened room and she could see his
tall muscular silhouette leaning over the washbasin.

He normally didn't feel a ball aching urge to
relieve himself after a body scan, surveillance equipment search
but this had been like no other. He had counted three orgasms in
total and that was a record. No woman had ever been so
whole-heartedly responsive to his touch and he was in awe.

But she hadn't revealed herself fully to him
yet and she certainly hadn't given him permission to fuck her.

This was the hardest lay of his entire life,
certainly the best so far and things were still, more or less,
going according to plan.

"You can get dressed now." He called out to
her. "And Ms. Maldon… thank you for being so… so honest."

Katy was too exhausted, exhilarated and
confused to care what he meant by that. She pulled the bathrobe
around her and shuffled into the bathroom.

"Get out of here." She mumbled. "I need
another shower."

"Of course." he said. "I'll send up some
clothes for you and one more thing."

"What is it?" She said with her back to
him.

"I've never experienced anything like that
before."

When she turned to face him it was too late,
he was already gone.

END OF VOLUME ONE

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Billionaire Secrets Volume Two

Will Katy get her sweet revenge on the arrogant,
overbearing and totally hot billionaire who railroaded her into
straight into his bed? Or will she remain unsatisfied. If Clayton
Hargrave thinks for one minute that she is like any other female he
has reeled into his charmed world to be dazzled briefly and then
cast aside he has another think coming. Read on and see how the
tables get turned, do an about face and then begin to spin in
volume two of the scorching hot Billionaire Secrets Series!

Chapter One

The second shower Katy had in Clayton's house had to
be the most relaxed and luxurious shower she had ever had in her
whole life. Sure the shower was a fancy one but that had nothing to
do with it; it could have been a bucket with holes punched in it
hanging on a rope and it would have felt like the greatest
freshening up in history.

If she had felt relaxed by her shower
earlier, now she didn’t have a care in the world. The hottest man
she had ever met had just rocked her world with a sexual experience
that she couldn't have concocted from her most secret private
fantasies and according to him that was all only by way of
introduction. Even the grumbling Angel outside didn’t trouble her
anymore because all that mattered now really was what Clayton
wanted. There was only one top dog in the Hargrave world and that
was the man himself. If Clayton wanted to be with her then who
cared about his stupid punk ass bodyguard?

She finished drying herself and then returned
to the bedroom. There was a fresh round of Peaberry Blue Mountain
coffee waiting for her and three full sets of evening wear laid out
on the bed. All three were tasteful and elegant, but she chose the
one which was most flowing, most revealing and the most relaxed by
far.

It was totally unlike her and considering her
current situation, wildly inappropriate.

I'm screwed anyway.
She thought.
Might as well have some fun.

She was half dressed when she realized her
how many calls and messages had been left on her phone since she
had ended her conversation with Suzy from her car in the woods.
Several hours had passed and her friend, her only friend, must have
been worried sick.

She grabbed the phone and sent a short text
message to reassure her that she was okay.

'In safe place. Don't worry. Contact u
soon.'

Her conscience eased a little, she continued
dressing and then left the room to head down the hallway back to
the main living area. Whatever happened tomorrow she could still
enjoy tonight.

When she got to the living area Clayton was
laying plates on the table. For a man who seemed so incredibly
confident in everything he did, laying a table looked to be about
the most awkward thing in the world.

"Need some help with that?" She said. He
lifted his head and then stopped to look at her.

"Wow." He said. "I was hoping you would
choose that dress but I couldn’t have guessed you would look so…
so…"

She walked over to him and pushed his mouth
shut with one fingertip.

"Don’t worry about it. I'm glad you like it.
Now stop screwing around with these plates and let me help. You're
obviously better at making billions of dollars than you are at
entertaining."

He accepted the comment graciously.

"Well, maybe I do need some help. I might as
well tell you that I know nothing about vegetarian food so I had my
chef make something that I hope you'll like."

"I'm not a vegetarian."

"What?"

"You told me I should be honest with you. I'm
not a vegetarian. I just said that before to be difficult."

"Great. Now we have to eat shrubs and berries
because you wanted to be difficult. I hope this teaches you a
lesson about being honest."

"I'm sure that whatever it is, it will be
delicious. Why don’t you show me where everything is and we can
serve it together?"

"Follow me." He said with a half smile.

Clayton didn’t seem to know where much was in
his own kitchen so it was up to Katy to get things organized. After
their experience together in her bedroom the scene in the kitchen
was bizarrely domestic. They could have been young lovers on an
awkward but flirtatious first date except that her host had already
explored literally every inch of her body with just his fingertips
and then pushed her into not one, not two but three soaking wet
orgasms while he looked on in silence.

At last the table was laid and the meal was
served. It looked surprisingly good to the two meat eaters but
still, something seemed missing.

"Bon appétit." Clayton said and then gestured
for her to begin.

She reached for her wine glass and took a
sip. Maybe not a good idea considering her empty stomach but she
still wasn’t in the mood for eating.

"Clayton… she began hesitantly. "I mean Mr.
Hargrave--"

"Clayton is better. For most people I prefer
Hargrave but Clayton sounds good on your lips. May I call you…" By
your real name? He didn't say the words but she knew what he meant
and shook her head. Not yet. It was still too soon.

"It's okay." He said quietly. "There's no
hurry."

"Sure. Only twenty-four hours."

"Twenty-four hours? What are you talking
about?"

Shit. That's Angel's thing, not
Clayton's.

"Nothing. Forget about it."

"I don’t think so Ms. Maldon--"

"Call me Katy, at least call me by a first
name."