My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance) (2 page)

“That will be all, New,” he said, straightening his tie in the mirror.

Without another word I took the paper and left the bathroom, wiping my eyes and walking down the hallway. Were the bodyguards snickering about me? Probably. I pulled a strand of my hair back behind my ear. Their boss probably dealt with tons of women like me.

Back at the front desk, Denise was having a fit.
 

“Get, get, get the fuck out of my sight!” she said to Maggie, who stomped off to do who knows what. Denise picked up the phone and in a flash she was smiling and laughing with a customer.

I snuck around and put the leather case on the desk in front of her. I turned to walk off and her hand grabbed my wrist.

“You don’t say! Hahaha! Oh Ms. Devereux, you’re too much! Ciao, doll!” Denise hung up the phone. “And?”

I tugged on my arm, but she didn’t release me. “He signed it.”

She let me go, flipping the case open to see the piece of paper. “So he did. How was his mood?”

“Umm, he was very direct. Not very friendly,” I said. I could still taste him in my mouth, could still feel the brush of his stubble against my cheek.
 

“Was he pleased with you?” she said, looking at me.

I wanted to lie. I wanted to tell her that everything was fine. But that glare saw right through me. “No, he was upset with me. I don’t know what I…I don’t know. I did something to offend him.”

“I see,” she said.

“Look, I’ll save you the trouble. Just let me get my things and I’ll be out of your hair,” I said, sighing.
 

“Why would you do that?” she said, plucking the piece of paper from the case and filing it in a cabinet behind the desk.

“Because the VIP is upset with me,” I said, not understanding where she was going with this. First I had to fight to stay, and now it seems I have to fight to leave.

“Tina, I knew that. Mr. Stannis called me as soon as you left him. Yes, he was upset with you. What were his words? Presumptive little bitch, I believe he said.” I saw her grin, perhaps the first real positive emotion I’d seen her express.
 

I felt my cheeks flush. I wanted to bury my face in my hands. To be called that by a man was one thing, but for him to tell your boss…

“Mr. Stannis is a very powerful man. Far too rich and powerful for his age. He’s surrounded by an army of people who do everything in their power to please him,” she said. “Sometimes, that can get boring.”

“Boring?” I said, wiping my hands on my skirt.

“Very much so. For him, life doesn’t hold much challenge anymore. But sometimes, he sees something or someone that gets him interested,” she said.

“Me? He’s interested in me? He didn’t seem like it down…” I said, then quickly shut my mouth.

“Aww, you’re embarrassed. That’s fucking adorable! He told me you grabbed his cock. Rookie mistake when you’re dealing with a dom,” she said casually.

“Dom?” My mind was reeling.

“Dom. A dominant. He likes to be in charge,” she said. “Sexually.”

“Oh.” It did make sense. The way he pounced on me. The forcefulness in his voice.

“Mr. Stannis says he has unfinished business with you. You’re to go back to your room, get showered, and report to his suite in one hour,” she said.

“I don’t know about this, Denise.” I wondered if that same spark would be there again.

“That’s fine. I can always send Maggie up there for him to relieve his stress with,” she said. “Shall I send for her?”

I swallowed. “No, I’ll take care of Mr. Stannis.”

I walked off, heading to the staff rooms. I didn’t know what the evening would have in store for me, but I was sure I’d have some stories of my own to share once I got back to college!

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I knocked on the dark oak double doors. They were the only doors in the hallway. I wondered if this suite took up the whole floor. I reconsidered what I was doing: this wasn’t like me. I wasn’t the kind of girl to just fall for a guy, no matter who he was.

I turned around to walk off.

I heard a creak behind me and the door opened. “Come in, New,” he said. His deep voice sent shivers through my body.

I spun around. “My name isn’t New. It’s Tina. Either we get that straight right now, or I leave.” I met his brown eyes, holding my ground.

He looked me up and down and gave a little nod. “That’s reasonable. Your name is Tina. You’ve come to my room to see to my every need. You’re here for my amusement. I’ll use you in every way I see fit.” He raised an eyebrow to indicate he was waiting for my response.

I imagined how many girls turned around and ran at this point. How many quit? How many were too afraid to leap off this cliff, with no ground in sight? Like everything else in my life: too scared to take risks.

“Agreed,” I said. I walked up to him, scandalously close.

“Think it over. This might not go how you think it will. I’m not some shy sophomore hoping to get to touch your snatch. I’m a man of very specific tastes, and I will have my fill of them.” His tone was flat. Level. There was no emotion. He could have been haggling over the price of an oil change.

He thought he was going to scare me off. He thought he was going to call down to the front desk and share a laugh with Denise as I ran from the hotel crying. I grinned at the notion of how disappointed he was going to be. And at how freaky this sounded! I leaned up and pressed my lips against his.
 

He pulled back looking down at me. Anger flashed in his eyes. “Get in here. Now.” He opened the door wider and I walked into the suite.

It was magnificent. A massive foyer with several hallways leading off from the main room. It was like a private mansion inside a hotel. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, basking the room in a warm glow.

I felt him walk up behind me. His hands swept my hair away from my neck. “Go into that room. Change into what I’ve left there for you.” He pointed towards one of the hallways.

I nodded, walking down the hallway and into the large bedroom. I closed the door behind me and flicked on the lights. I gasped. “What the fuck?”

The room was empty, save for a rack along the far wall. Leather manacles ran from it to a pulley system. In front of me was a small step stool, and on it, a silk scarf. Had I gone into the wrong room?

I walked over to the step stool and picked up the scarf. I felt the luxurious fabric rub against my fingers. I wondered what he wanted me to do with this. I was expecting a skirt, a dress, maybe a corset. But this was just a scarf.

Unless…I bundled the scarf up and wrapped it around my eyes. I sat down in the step stool, devoid of my sense of sight. My nerves were electric. The anticipation and the craziness of what was going on was killing me. I noticed the taste in my mouth, the itchiness of my freshly shaven pussy and the occasional rumble of air going through the hotel’s viaducts.

I jumped as the door opened. I heard the door close and he approached. His footsteps were slow, deliberate. His hand grabbed the underside of my chin. My lips parted, eager to take him in.

“Tina, you didn’t do as I said,” he said, sternly.
 

The tone of his voice was dangerous and sexy. It made my heart skip a beat. “Was I not supposed to-“ I brought my hands up to take off the blindfold.

“Stop,” he said.

I did.

“I didn’t tell you to do anything. When you are to do something, I will tell you. If I don’t say it, you don’t do it. You don’t touch me unless I say it. You don’t touch yourself unless I say it.” He ran a finger down my cheek. “You don’t come unless I say it.”

I swallowed, transfixed by his force of personality. He had such a natural authority about this. I could feel the room getting colder, like he’d changed the temperature. His finger touching me was very warm.

“I told you to change into what I’d left for you. Instead you just put it on. You’re wearing too many clothes,” he said, pausing. When I didn’t move, he continued, “Good. You remembered to wait for my command. Take off your clothes.”

I did as he commanded, stripping off my blouse, my bra, my skirt and my panties. The cold air in the room hit my nipples, making them instantly erect.
 

I felt him take my hand and pull me towards him. He was sitting in the stool. I made to sit in his lap, but instead he pulled me over it. Across it. Uh oh.

“If you don’t follow my directions, you will be disciplined,” he said. His hand cupped my ass cheeks, getting a lay of the land. His fingers dove between them to grab and pinch one cheek.

I moaned.
 

His hand went back to rest on my cheek, then he pulled it back. He brought it down with a solid smack.

Pain shot through me like a lightning bolt. Straight from my ass and up through my spine. He spanked me so hard my whole body jerked forward. My eyes watered, tears forming. But he was right. I didn’t follow directions, and so I needed to be punished.

He brought his hand up and brought it back down, spanking me again and again. The pain was less and less shocking. It was still there, but it was being overcome by a sensual awakening. I spread my legs, my clit rubbing against his bare hairy leg. This was a demonstration of his masculine dominance, and my submissiveness was coming to the surface.

“What is this?” he said, his hand dipping between my thighs. His finger ran along the length of my slick slit. I heard him smell his finger and taste it. Taste me. He brought his hand down on my ass again. “I asked you a question.”

“It’s…it’s…I’m excited,” I said. “I’ve never had someone do this to me before.”

“You like what I’m doing to you?” he said, his finger dipping back down into my folds.

“Oh yes,” I said. “It’s incredible. I didn’t think I would, but this is amazing.”

His finger scooped up another dollop of my juice. “Did I say you could enjoy yourself?” he said, licking his finger clean again.

“No, you didn’t,” I said, wincing, waiting for the hand to come back down.

“Up!” he said, pulling me up onto my feet. He pushed me forward to the wall, his hand stopping me from cracking my face against it. “Hands up,” he said.

I obeyed, raising my hands. I felt hard leather tighten around the wrists. As they locked into place I had to fight my natural urge to panic, to thrash. I had to keep that under control, and that by doing that I would be in control of the situation. I concentrated on my breathing, the rise and fall of my chest. My mouth had gone sour, and I could smell my excited scent fill the room. I felt leather being locked into place around my ankles.

“Tina, you are stunning,” he said. His hands explored my back, pressing and kneading my flesh. He squeezed my muscles, giving me playful little swats on my red ass. “Kiss me,” he said, pulling my head back.

His mouth crashed into mine and I kissed him as hard as I could. I needed this man so badly I could barely stand it. My lips parted and his tongue filled my mouth, savoring me. I could taste my juices on his lips and tongue. I moaned into his mouth, my tongue battling against his.

He broke off the kiss, his hand roughly cupping my breast. He grabbed the flesh, squeezing it very hard. My nipple was pinched terribly between his finger and thumb.

I gritted my teeth. Just as the pain got too much to bear, he released my abused peak. His mouth clamped down on it instead, His hot wet mouth suckling made my pussy flow, and I leaned my crotch forward, eager to rub against anything for relief.

“Tina, I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, my nipple now free to the cold air of the room. He walked away, and I heard a cabinet open somewhere else in the room. He walked back, pressing his face up to my ear. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” I cried. I needed to come so badly. I needed him to just take me and fuck me until I couldn’t move. “I want it more than anything.”

“No. Not yet,” he said. His finger dipped down to my pussy, diving between my swollen lips.

I leaned towards him, wanting to put my mouth on his lips, his neck, anything.

His thumb ran tiny circles around my clit, his fingers plunging in an out. He pressed himself up against me, and I could feel his naked body, hard in all the right places. A wet smear ran across my ass where the tip of his prick touched me. I was on the brink of orgasm when he took his hand away.

“No,” I mewled, grinding my hips against him, needing him to continue touching me.

“That’s what you say when you want to leave. Say it again and this all ends,” he said. He waited a moment. “I said you couldn’t come yet, but you seem intent on disobeying me.” He squeezed one breast and I felt a piece of steel clamp around my nipple, then a heavy weight pulled it down.
 

I gasped. Another clamp closed around my other nipple, another weight pulling it down. The two weights swung in little circles near my thighs. They bumped into each other and the vibrations carried up into me, making my knees weak.

“You are intent on disobeying me, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yes,” I said.

His lips landed on mine again, plundering my mouth for a brief moment before pulling away. He went to the wall and I heard ropes being pulled through gears. My ankles were being pulled apart, my arms being pulled taut upwards.

“Then I will continue to discipline you,” he said, and I felt something thin and rigid press against the inside of my calf. He brought the long reed all the way up my leg, soft little taps as it went up. It slid between my wet pussy lips, a thin rail running between them. Once it was dripping wet with my juices, he took it away.

It landed sharply on the back of my thighs. It was so painful my eyes filled with tears. I had to choke down a sob as it disappeared and landed again. Tears flowed down my cheeks, matching the dampness from my aching sex. “Ok,” I said.

He brought the reed around to my front, a few little taps landing on the front of my thighs, then a hard one right near my pussy.
 

I jerked back, the pendulum weights attached to my nipples swinging away then back against me. “Oh god, oh god,” I moaned, unable to take it. A current ran through my skin, every nerve dancing.