Pleasing Him: The Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

There she stood in her mini dress - no longer wearing panties - as the billionaire began to pull his red pocket square out of his blazer.

His eyes blazed over as he stretched the red cloth from end to end, as if he was about to tie her up and leave her for dead.

Or worse, fuck her body senseless, and then leave her for dead.

“Turn around, Taylor.”

At first she didn’t respond. She just watched as he toyed with the red hanky; she was part curious, and part stunned as if she was a wild animal about to be eaten by something much, much bigger than itself.

“I… I…” she bumbled, but she couldn’t seem to make up her mind.

He pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated with her trepidation. “You need to make a decision, nobody’s forcing you to do any of this. But when I first laid my eyes on you, I knew what you really wanted from me, even more than some fellowship.”

Shit.
She had forgotten that he thought, and why wouldn’t he, that she was a student at Baldpate. She loved to write, that much was true. And she still dreamed of someday becoming a published author. But an actual student here at Baldpate University? Not even close.

He shook his head and narrowed those beautiful, dark eyes of his as he tightened the hanky even more. This man had about as much patience at Genghis Khan. “Make up your mind, Taylor Ward.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.

He smirked and said, “No, no honey. We’re doing this to each other.” Then he took the red hanky and began to wrap the cloth around her eyes. She didn’t say a word, move a muscle, or even take a breath.

“Now…” he said, pausing. Taylor was quite sure he was simply admiring his work thus far as she stood before him, panties at her ankles, with a red blindfold wrapped around her blue eyes and tied tightly across the back of her curly blonde hair. “I'm going to say this one last time. The choice will be up to you. Turn Around.”

She knew exactly what she needed to do - the right thing. But instead, she found herself slowly, highly cautiously, turning around. She saw nothing but darkness behind the blindfold as she reached in front of her, eventually finding a wall to press her hands up against for support. It was the craziest thing she
’d ever experienced in her entire life. Here she was, turning around for some man who couldn’t possibly care less about her.

It was so ridiculously out of character for Taylor, and yet even though every possible thing about this was so horrifyingly wrong, she found herself wanting one thing and one thing only right now…

To please him
.

First he pressed up against her ass from behind, his erection pressing into her through her dress. He grabbed both of her bare breasts and squeezed them firmly, causing her to moan just a bit too loud. “Shhh,” he warned her, whispering into her ear. “You don’t want to get yourself into any trouble, do you?”

Her muscles tightened inside of her panties; she could feel herself beginning to lose control in a way that was completely foreign to her. But then again, she had never met a man like Colton Marcus before; he was the epitome of foreign compared to what she was used to as far as men went.

“No, I…” she tried to say, but couldn’t finish her sentence as his warm lips pressed into the soft skin on the side of her neck. Her entire body quivered as he slowly kissed her, making her feel like no man had ever made her feel before.

“Good girl.”

She fought hard to reclaim her inner strength
. How dare he talk to me like that, like I’m some sort of child and he’s so far above me?

But her body was losing the battle against this man as was evident through her disheveled panties at her ankles and her wet space down below.

Then she heard the sound of his pants coming undone, first his zipper, then his belt.

“What are you…” she tried to say, but his hand softly covered her lips.

“Shhh…” he repeated.

She should have bit into his fingers, but instead she reached out her tongue just slightly, just enough to have herself a small taste of his flesh. His salty skin drove her insides even more wild, and she suddenly found herself wanting his fingers in her mouth.

What the hell has gotten into me?
She could easily, technically speaking, remove herself from this situation right now.

But she didn’t seem to have the strength, for whatever reason.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. “I know you want to be fucked, isn’t that right, Taylor?”

She clenched down on her teeth. She wanted to scream
NO
! But her body wouldn’t let her, it was aching so damn badly, dripping wet, and needing him to release her from this prison of desire that she felt for him.

“Yes,” she rasped.

“What was that?” he asked, lifting up the back of her blue dress. She could feel his hard cock rub against her backside. “I need to you to tell me what you want.”

She clung to the wall in front of her, her legs spread wide. “You.”

“What about me?”

Why is he doing this to me right now?

“You. I want you to fuck me, Mr. Marcus.”

She swore she could sense his smile span the width of his face as he spoke, “Please, call me Colton.”

She gasped hard as he entered her completely. Then she moaned, quietly, as he started to fuck her against the wall.

This can’t possibly be happening
, she thought to herself as she clung to the wall for dear life.
How could it be?
One minute she was thinking it made sense to slip into the conference room to hear a legend speak, the next minute that same legend was inside of her.

He pushed his cock into her deeper, as far as her body would allow. He was big down there, much bigger than her creepy high school boyfriend, Chad, who happened to be the only other man who she had let inside of her like this. She made Chad wait eleven months to sleep with her; she made Colton Marcus wait eleven minutes.

“You feel so tight, Taylor,” he rasped. “So fucking tight.”

The way he talked to her was wrong, and she knew better than to tolerate it. But there wasn’t a chance in hell she would be able to make him stop now.

He tugged at the back of her blindfold, using it was a makeshift handle while he cupped her bare breast with his other free hand.

His hips moved faster, thrusting himself into her opening with more and more speed as he had his way with her body from behind. His hands were so strong, he could toss her to the side like a ragdoll if he so pleased.

She began to whimper, knowing full well a total stranger was about to make her cum.
Why?
Taylor always held onto the belief that only true love could bring her to orgasm. Always, until now.

Get a grip, Taylor
. You swore you would never let a man objectify you in this way, in the way Colton Marcus objectified every character in his stories.

But it was too late.

Her body began to shake and her eyes fluttered behind the tightly wrapped hanky as she started to climax. She let out the softest moans imaginable, although she felt like screaming at the top of her lungs, as wave upon wave of unimaginable pleasure rippled through her whole body.

The billionaire himself groaned. There was no doubt that she felt proud to see a man this powerful, a man who could have any woman in the world begging for him, so turned on by such a simple girl like herself. And then he started to cum, shooting rope upon rope of the warm semen into her body as he cradled her from behind.

You’re just another one of his characters
, a voice inside her head warned her.

She had a way of making good things feel bad, and bad things feel good. So much so that she no longer knew the difference between good and bad. Blame it on the scars. Because before the worst day of her life ever took place, the day she turned seventeen, she had always known the difference.

A lot changed on that day.

The billionaire pulled his penis out of her body. She felt a pain that ran so deep, and it wasn’t physical, as he released himself from her wet folds. She suddenly felt so empty, so dark and hollow inside.

Her mind started to go ballistic, which was her usual way of coping with any level of suffering.
Did he put some sort of spell over her? Was he actually capable of doing something like that? Was Colton Marcus evil? Am I evil for letting him do what he just did?

She didn’t dare take off her blindfold. She remained stiff, her sweaty palms still pressed up against the conference room wall like a very good girl.

Then she heard the sounds of his zipper and buckle, and she knew it was over.

His warm, minty breath came from behind as he uttered his final words to her, “I look forward to reviewing your fellowship application, Ms. Ward.”

And then he was gone, leaving her there all alone, blindfolded and all.

She didn’t know where to begin as she stood paralyzed, the door behind her opening and closing in one swift motion. She had no idea what had just transpired, she only knew she would never see Colton Marcus again. After all, there
was
no fellowship application.

Shit, my boss
, she thought. She reached down quickly and pulled up her underwear. She still dripped down there, and her panties that stuck to her sweet spot served as an instant reminder of what he had done to her.

Then she ripped off his blindfold.

His
pocket square. She had
his
shiny red hanky.

The fluorescent lights felt like a thousand blowtorches as her eyes tried to make the adjustment away from the pure darkness that he created for her.

She sighed deeply, then grabbed her stack of photocopies.
The hanky. What would she do with his hanky?
She looked around and saw a small wastebasket; she could bury the hanky beneath the rubble.

No. Way
. She wasn’t about to give that thing up. She was sure it would serve as the only possible evidence that whatever just happened actually happened.

Then Taylor reached up her dress and stuffed his red pocket square into her underwear, skillfully tucking it between her thighs.

It’s official, Taylor. You’ve lost your fucking mind
.

She collected herself as best as she possibly could given everything that had just happened to her. Taylor left the conference room, almost running right into her boss.
No surprise there.

Rebecca Stein quickly scanned Taylor’s dress, making Taylor herself feel borderline nauseous. Then the department head shook her head in disgust. “Well?” Stein asked her office assistant.

Taylor cleared her throat and adjusted her posture. Then she looked down at the unfinished stack of papers she was holding. “Oh, of course, I’ll get right to it, Ms. Stein.”

Ms. Stein
. She hated Ms. Stein. Okay, hate was a strong word, but still. Her boss represented yet another person in her life who treated her like garbage, like she was less than everyone else.

Her boss reached for a pack of cigarettes out of her own back pocket. Time for yet another smoke break, one of dozens per day for the middle-aged department head. She placed the butt in between her lips, and slurred as she talked down to Taylor, “Fuck the paper, Ward. Did you fix everything? We need Colton Marcus’ support if we’re going to continue to be the best writing department in the country.”

Taylor’s cheeks flushed red. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, making sure to keep the billionaire’s hanky from falling to the floor.
That would be a tough one to explain.
“All fixed. I apologized. You know… a man like that just needs to feel in charge,” she explained to her boss, nudging her in the arm as if the two women had been BFF’s since kindergarten.

Stein looked annoyed. She stared back at Taylor, saying nothing as she shook her head and opened the door to a stairwell. Finally, she added, “Good thing, kid. Because I was about to post a job opening for an entry-level assistant here in the department.”

Thanks for your support, bitch
.

“It’ll never happen again, Ms. Stein.”

Stein stopped and turned one last time, her cigarette lighter ready to fire up the butt drooping from her mouth. “I know it won’t, Taylor. It can’t.” Then she disappeared into the stairwell.

Taylor was grateful she was gone, for now at least. And grateful that she still had her job, for now at least. This job wasn’t much, but it was all she could get, especially given her certain little resume “snafu” that made it nearly impossible to hire her. And Stein didn’t hesitate to use Taylor’s broken employment history as collateral if necessary.

* * *

Taylor could barely think straight as she drove back to her apartment in the country. She hated the long ride back and forth to her job every day, but she needed to be near nature- anything green, blue and brown that she could set her eyes on. Only this time, the moment she left the dull greys of the city behind her, the only thing she could possibly think about was Colton Marcus, and what he just did to her.