My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) (8 page)

Rushing through the lobby, with tears stinging her eyes and pride fallen to a new low, Cassidy wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to pick her spirits up or show her face in this building again. For that matter, she wanted to run and hide from the whole of Seattle…even move out of the state.

Chapter Three

When the sullen-faced guard called her name, she turned to find a disgusted expression that let her know he didn’t appreciate having to address her, “Miss Fearn, Mr. Bertram would like you to wait.”

Against her better judgment, her embarrassment turned to hope as she squeaked, “What?”

Slipping back into his bored expression, the guard said, “He said he’d like for you to wait in his office.”

She recognized that, to do this, would be to give in (yet again) to Alfie but she was too emotionally exhausted to care at this point. Turning on her heel while feeling as if she’d plunged down the steep incline of a roller coaster, she turned back and retraced her steps. Feeling despondent, she removed her heels in the elevator. She focused on the cool floor to avoid wallowing in her mental agony.

She rediscovered the room she’d mistaken for his office by the line of suited men filing out the door. They all had the good grace to commence their conversations and blatantly ignore her presence. Now that she wasn’t blinded with anger, she realized the two rooms only vaguely resembled each other. Alfie’s office was a double door constructed of a bleached red wood or possibly red oak.

Without reticence or anger, his voice projected through the hall, “Come into my office, Miss Fearn.”

Bolder than normal, she sauntered through the doors with a confidence brought about by the memory of his discarded contract which still graced his bed. Stepping inside, she discovered darkness with the blinds closed. Squinting, she vaguely remembered removing her shoes in the elevator until one heel brushed her palm before they fell from her fingers to land with a solid thump.

She was next to follow, squeaking in
surprise when her back hit the floor as he said through clenched teeth, “You
naughty
girl.”

The scents of candle wax and heated sex drifted over her senses, sending a shiver down her spine as his erection throbbed solidly against her thigh. Suddenly and selfishly wanting to own every inch of him, her mind flooded with fantasies of watching him shake apart as he’d done to her the previous night.

She briefly wondered if he’d allow it. His controlling stare said differently. Wanting those eyes to roll back in his head, reducing his calm and collected tendency, she licked her lips as thoughts of tasting his smooth shaft assaulted her. His eyes narrowed at her wanton expression.

So far, he hadn’t requested any oral pleasure from her or given her any either. The mere thought of it made her ache worsen. Her dress had ridden up to her waist as raw need made her bare foot drag up his leg. Distracted by her fantasies, she squirmed under him but realized he was saying something.

Shrewdly sensing her scattered thoughts, he growled, “You’re trusting one minute and then you pull this stunt. Cassidy, you’re driving me nuts.”

Wondering if he was referring to her lack of attention or crashing his boardroom meeting, she opened her mouth to speak. A warning rumbled through him as anger bled into his eyes. She bit her lip when remembering he didn’t want her to speak.

“
Haven’t you learned yet to trust me and do as you’re told?” His teeth sharply nipped her earlobe. “Oh, Cassidy, you’re begging for punishment. Do you realize that? You’re pushing me, aren’t you? When I asked if you wanted to stay, you said yes. I specifically told you that I would control and you would trust me. You said you trusted me.”

So far, she hadn’t seen his aggressive side roll off him this strongly. His malevolent flash of clenched teeth framed a wicked tone that made her breath freeze, “You like my brand of punishments, don’t you?”

Unable to remain motionless under his velvety tone and hard muscular body, her restless legs circled his hips. Grinning down at her with eyes snapping and warning screaming from his tone and attitude, he growled, “You think I’ve shattered you like you shattered my vase…but I was holding back. You have an enchanting innocence, Cassidy, but you’re begging me to
shred it
.”

Her eyes widened as his tone signaled that the kid gloves were about to come off. Having reached the point of no return, her fingers tingled when the sound of his zipper struck the darkness. Needing him to want her back the same way but willing to do whatever he said, she helplessly shivered in her trapped position underneath him. Blindly holding onto hope and trust, she yearned to make him happy again with touch and kiss, to lavish and cradle him in the very fibers of her being.

Pinning her with his legs, a crinkling sound flooded the space between them. She barely made out his slight fumble with a condom. With a mind of their own, her hips curled in anticipation. Rolling the condom all the way to the fabric of his trousers, he immediately nudged her slit while breathing into her ear, “Is this what you want?”

Ignoring his sarcastic ready-to-please tone, she wiggled the tip inside to satisfy her desperate need to be filled. He held her down, denying her as he pinned her in place with his hands and gaze alike. Teasing her opening by dipping his cock inside, only to slide it out and across her clit, he assessed her while she writhed with raw need.

His grin turned wicked at the sudden knowledge that her yearning vibrated so strong he could almost taste it. Sensing her desire to shatter him just as easily, his calm and cool state wavered slightly. Because of the darkness combined with the distance from her face, she missed the slip of his controlling grin. If it hadn’t been so dark, she might have seen the muscle jump in his jaw as he shut out a surge of emotion when he detected her strong thirst for a shift in power. Her sight may have picked up corded muscles of his neck as he held his control in place. As her own senses were mercilessly teased and her release denied, she became caught up in her own need for equality. As a result, her own trembling masked the rumble that flooded him as he roughly thrust into her.

Shocked by his sudden and massive plunge, her back heaved off the floor. He rose above her, emitting a powerful and controlling rumble to envelop her and send her over the edge. His gruff words penetrated her haze, “When will you learn to stop going where you don’t belong?”

Cassidy cried out, trying to pull him to her by the back of his neck. For a split second, his wall of control broke as he responded to her vulnerability and sank around her; allowing her to draw him into a cocoon of tenderness. They writhed together on the floor, her legs around his hips holding on with everything she had while he pistoned relentlessly into her. For once, she wound up on top of him. Arching gracefully and speared on his long cock, she cried his name before collapsing onto his chest as she clenched tightly around him.

He immediately rolled, trapping her under him and rocking her against his hips in such a violent nature that she inadvertently bit her tongue. As if allowing her to gain any control was too much for him, a raw groan rumbled out of him as if he were a wild animal. Shivering and shuddering under him, her responding moan led into mewling whimpers that bathed his neck as his cock flexed deep inside her.

He immediately pulled out, clamping down on his need to explode right then. She slipped into the lethargic afterglow but Alfie didn’t allow her to languish within it. He scooped her into his arms like a cuddly-toy to carry to his bed behind the special panel. Her head hung weakly, looking at nothing and everything until he arranged her on the bed.

Nothing more was spoken between them as he removed her clothing and pulled her hair back. She giddily wondered, as his hands roamed over her shivering body, if he would make her remain naked if she signed the contract. Her mind hung on that discarded paper as he moved away.

He didn’t tie her this time so she caressed the bed sheets up and down in a soothing motion while her mind reveled that he’d let her be on top. Relaxing into the soft fabric, she watched him move to the bookshelves and retrieve something. With heavy eyelids, she was sure that if he didn’t hurry she would fall fast asleep. On the edge of dozing, she spread her legs with thoughts of his mouth possibly surprising her at the edge of sleep.

Basking in the glow from her hope and having drawn some verbal growls and groans from him, an image of the contract nagged her. Frowning as she drifted, her resolve to avoid giving in so easily strengthened. In a dreamlike state, she thought,
Personal assistant to
satisfy
his every need—who was he kidding? I’m not a whore!!

Her train of thought derailed when a crack resounded in the air a split-second before a hard line of pain crossed her lower breast. She barely took in the sight of the whip in his hand before he snapped it again, growling, “Our agreement demands attention…not sleep, Cassidy.”

Another line of fire crossed her ribcage as he said, “Choice was yours to relinquish control, remember? How easily you
forget
.” His angry growl on the last word spoke volumes as his wrist snapped again, sending the tip streaking across her stomach, “You agreed to pay for shattering something you shouldn’t have touched. I warned you it might be painful. That was the deal.”

To her astonishment, raw desire sharpened her senses in the face of the whip’s wicked punishing pain. His arm swung back and another crack tore through the air before the sharp sting of the braided end wrapped around her left calf.

Gasping at his curled lip and angry sadistic expression, Cassidy rolled to the side but he caught her ankle before she could escape. Sliding her over the bed on her stomach, he gruffly told her, “Ah, Cassidy. You feel the pain from the pleasure, don’t you? I won’t tie you down this time because you need to control yourself. You can’t hide from me. You need me like a drug. I know it and so do you. Learn to stop fucking with my head and my time. I call the shots here, got it?”

His last bark came with three more steady snaps. There was nothing wet, warm, or soothing in this brutality. This physically hurt but, to her surprise, aroused her even more than the candle wax. That realization rocked her to her core, causing her to wonder who this new Cassidy Fearn really was.

Meant to expose and punish, she understood his behavior while recognizing the truth in his angry declaration. She was hooked on him like some drug. Her thoughts were filled with him, making her do rash things like confront him at his work. In the past, she would never have stalked into someone’s office. Of course, she’d never had someone proposition her in such a way as Alfie either.

Lost in pondering over the craziness of her new world, she dragged in a harsh lungful of air when the whip struck again. He thrust fingers inside to thump and rake over every G-spot as if proving that she couldn’t resist him. She bucked her hips under him as his palm skated over her clit while he dragged the whip menacingly over her nipples, “Told you I was previously holding back.” His anger seemed to vibrate the very air, “Guess it’s punishing time! Should have stopped long ago.”

A mewling noise spiraled up her throat at the word
stopped
. At the time, she didn’t understand the inner struggle which fueled his rant. He meant stop holding back his punishing nature, stop his own build of caring emotions, but her newfound insecurity assumed he meant stop seeing her. The whip sent fire through her nipple. She shrieked but the ending was drenched in a porn-worthy moan as the pain turned to pleasure.

Rubbing her clit before dragging his fingers back down to pump into her, he turned her over as he pointedly growled, “I will
brutally whip
your ass any time I please, especially if you
disobey
me again.”