The Billionaires' BDSM Sex Club: Deceiving Him (5 page)

"Oh God, I'm coming," Lexie cried out, her hands once again fisting the bar in front of her as her body went tense under his relentless thrusting. Moments later, she screamed out his name as her pussy throbbed around his cock and then released with a flood of her fluids, rushing from her, and dripping down his cock and balls.

Her throbbing pussy milking his cock for its precious cum was his undoing. His cock and balls hardened and then with a groan of raw pleasure his cum came rushing from him, in a series of spurts as he slammed into her a final time driving himself as far in as humanly possible. She moaned softly under him, pressing back against him, eager to receive his seed.

Vince slid his thumb from her ass and took a moment to savour the look his dick buried deep into her. She had such a stunning ass, round, yet firm. Thoughts of what he wanted to do to that ass in the future raced through his mind. There was no doubt he wanted to see more of her and not only for sex or his dungeon. As he withdrew from her he knew he wanted to get to know more about this stunning red-headed beauty.

Lexie awoke the next morning sorer than she had ever remembered being in her entire lifetime. It felt like every muscle in her body was aching. She moaned softly as she rolled over from her stomach to her back. The events of the previous night came rushing back and it occurred to her she wasn't home in her bed, but still at the club, sleeping in Vince's king sized one. He's insisted she stay the night after he finished fucking her in the dungeon. He'd carried her to his bedroom and laid her naked into his bed, before slipping in with her.

A soft smile touched her lips as she reached out beside her for Vince, but came up empty. Slowly she opened her eyes to see the room illuminated by sunshine peeping in through the six inch part in the drapes. She immediately felt someone watching her and her head whipped over to the left from which the eyes seemed to be and found Vince sitting in an overstuffed, blue velvet Victorian styled chair.

The heat rose to her cheeks as she suddenly felt self-conscious and she gripped the sheet over her naked breasts. "Good morning," she murmured giving him a soft embarrassed smile. Thoughts of what they'd done together the previous night came flooding back to her and she could feel her cheeks growing hotter.

"Good morning." He didn't return her smile, but stared impassively at her, jaw clenched. She didn't know him well, but it was evident he was holding back his anger.

The reason for his anger quickly became painfully clear. Lexie gasped as her eyes caught sight of what was sitting on the end table beside his chair. Her video and audio recorder. This was bad; this was really, really bad.

"Who do you work for?" he demanded, his tone steady and low, but with a hint of venom.

"Vince. No.... I"

"I will ask you once more. Lie to me and management will be informed about you and your little friend the shooter girl who I assume was the one who gave you that badge and got you in here in the first place."

Oh shit!
She clutched the sheet tighter to her and silently cursed herself for being so stupid. She did the one thing she promised Nadine she wouldn't do... She got caught. She had no choice, all she could do was come clean and pray he found it in his heart to not have Nadine fired or worse.

She sighed loudly and lowered her eyes to the floor, unable to look at him any longer.

"I'm a columnist for
The Whisperer
."

"Fuck!" he growled and she heard him getting to his feet.

She cringed, but forced herself to look back up at him. She watched as Vince marched over to the dresser, grabbed her dress, corset and panties and tossed them at her. "I'm sorry Vince." She had no idea what to say other than that. What could she say to make it better? She had no idea.

He shook his head in disgust at her. "If you put out a story about this place and about me in that fucking shit paper, not only you, but your little friend will be in for a world of trouble. I hope you understand that." His voice raised a number of octaves and he was now visibly struggling to keep control of his temper.

Lexie scrambled off of the bed and got dressed as quickly as possible. Silently cursing herself for being so stupid. But even worse than being stupid for being caught, she cursed herself for liking him. She should never have let anything happen between her and Vince.

Sure it had been one of the most intense and incredible nights in her life, but now what.

She should have known it would only be asking for trouble, while getting her nowhere.

Before she drifted off to sleep curled up in her arms he had mentioned he wanted to see her again. He wanted to take her out and spend the day with her. He had genuinely liked her. It was evident that certainly wasn't going to happen now since he couldn't stand the sight of her now that he knew the truth. She had planned on telling him the truth, in her own way, and in her own time if things progressed to that point. But that was not going to be happening now.

"Security is outside the room, they will escort you out of the building. And I don't think I need to warn you about the consequences of printing the story you came here for."

He glared at her, challenging her to defy him.

Lexie gulped down the panic that was threatening to consume her. "No Sir."

He growled, low and deep in the back of his throat and then closed the distance between them, startling her and she instinctively took several steps back until he had her pinned against the wall, his hard body pressed against hers, and a hand on either side of her head, trapping her.

He lowered his mouth to her ear and the warmth of his breath on her neck sent an unwelcomed shiver through her and ignited her arousal. "We could have been so good together Lexie. It's too bad. Now get the fuck out of my suite." he whispered, the harshness in his tone stinging worse than the words. As abruptly as he went to her, he turned and stormed out of the bedroom. Seconds later two large security guards entered the room and they escorted her shamefully from the building.

****

Despite the amazing smell of frying bacon greeting her as she entered the apartment, food was the last thing on Lexie's mind. "No thanks," Lexie shook her head as she flopped herself in the floral armchair and began to unzip her left boot.

"What's wrong," Nadine frowned, leaving the bacon sizzling in the pan she rushed to her friend's side. "What did that asshole do to you?" Nadine immediately began to check Lexie for marks or bruises. "Some of those fuckers can be animals."

Despite her dour mood Lexie couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head, pulling the first boot off, tossing it under the coffee table and working on the second. "No, nothing like that. The sex was amazing. Vince was amazing."
Until he found out I was
lying through my teeth to him
, she mused. Though who could blame him, she was sure she'd have been equally, if not more, furious if the roles had been reversed. In truth, he handled himself with more restraint then she would have, she imagined.

Nadine grinned. "He was
that
good was he?" Her expression turned mischievous, her dark eyes gleaming. "So what did he do to ya? I'm dying to know what he's into."

Lexie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "My lip is sealed on that account. But I need you to sit down a minute there's something I have to tell you." Lexie groaned inwardly at the thought of having to tell her friend the truth. She'd been caught and Nadine's job - one that she loved - may be in jeopardy, because of her.

She didn't need to say it. As Nadine's eyes caught hers she made the conclusion for herself. "Oh fuck me Lexie... How did he find out?" Nadine took a few steps backwards and flopped herself back onto the sofa.

Lexie shrugged. "I woke up this morning to find him sitting in a chair waiting for me to wake up, with the recorders sitting beside him."

Closing her eyes, Nadine let her head drop back against the back of her sofa. "What is he going to do? Do I still have a job?"

"Well, he told me if I kept the story out of the papers then he wouldn't notify management of your involvement."

"Seriously?" Nadine's eyes sprung open and she sat back up.

Lexie nodded her confirmation.

A relieved smile touched Nadine's lips "How did you manage to make him agree to that?"

"I didn't. He'd already made his mind up on how it was going to go down by the time I woke up."

Nadine's smile slowly retreated, giving Lexie a look of sympathy. "But your job... Isn't your editor expecting the story tonight? You'll lose
your
job if you don't write it."

It wasn't that she didn't want to write the article, she could handle Vince's threats on her career, but she couldn't gamble with Nadine's employment. "I can't."

"But you went to school to be a journalist. All I do is get people drunk so they'll have kinky assed sex." Nadine took a deep breath in and slowly released it. "Write the article Lexie."

"No." Lexie raked her hand through her red locks. How could her conscience allow her to do such a thing?

"Write the article Lexie," Nadine's tone took on a sharp edge causing Lexie to raise her eyes to meet her gaze once again. "You went to college to be a journalist," she shrugged,

"I can be a shooter girl anywhere."

Her attempt at being nonchalant over the matter failed miserably, but Lexie loved her friend for the attempt. There had to be a way to satisfy her editor and allow Nadine to keep her job. There had to be...

Two days later Lexie was awoken by a loud, insistent pounding on her apartment door. Looking over at the digital clock on her nightstand she was displeased to see it read 8:00am. Groaning, she rolled out of bed in her boxers and camisole and not concerning herself with modesty, she trudged her way out of her room and into the living room, heading for the door. She hadn't gotten more than a few hours' sleep over the past couple of nights, her mind kept obsessing over Vince and their night together and whether she'd done the right thing with the article she'd sent her editor or not.

The pounding continued.
Fucking persistent or what
, she growled to herself.

Unlocking the door, she swung it open preparing to give the person on the other side a piece of her mind. "Do you have any idea-" Her rant was cut short as her eyes caught sight of Vince, looking as sexy as sin in a finely tailored black suite, a newspaper in hand, standing before her.

Without so much as a hello, he brushed past her and into her apartment.

Lexie watched him, surveying her modest accommodations. "Would you like to come in?" she asked, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

Vince turned and smirked at her in response. "I want you to explain this?" he took a few steps towards her, waving the paper in front of her. It was opened to her article; he'd even highlighted some parts.

Oh God, here we go
. The heat rushed to her cheeks and she scurried past him and into the kitchen. "How did you find out where I live? And can I offer you a coffee since you're here." She busied herself with preparing the coffee maker, to keep from having to meet his questioning stare.

"I had you followed when you left the club the other day."

Lexie's eyes jerked up and the feelings of anger rose within her at the invasion, but she quickly pushed them down. She had recorded him, so she supposed they were more than even. "Do you want some coffee?" she repeated.

His jaw clenched and he stalked over to her. "No, I don't want any fucking coffee. I want an explanation on what you wrote!" He slapped the paper down on the countertop beside her, with such force that it made her jump, and then trapped her body between his and it. "Is. It. True."

"I-I don't... I mean..." she stammered. God, didn't he know what he did to her? How being so close to her, his body pressed against hers, the smell of his cologne enticing her was clouding her thoughts? His presence was so overwhelming. She flattened her palms against his chest and made a half-assed attempt to push him away, but he refused to budge.

Vince picked up the paper once more and began to read a line he had highlighted. "He showed me pleasures I never knew existed until last night." His eyes looked further down the page. "I found myself captivated by and eager to please him."

Lexie remained silent, her embarrassment and her need for him growing stronger by the second. She wanted him to leave and spare her further embarrassment, but she longed for him to stay more.

Vince continued to read. "While the intention of this article was to expose the club and its members, and to give the readers of
The Whisperer
the hottest details of America's sexiest and most powerful people that wasn't what I accomplished. Instead, I managed to meet, enjoy a night with and then hurt a man I'd admired since college. And if he's reading this, then please believe that from the bottom of my heart... I am sorry."

His eyes caught hers again. "Is this true?" he demanded. "Or was this just a way for you to sell papers?"

Tears formed in the corners of Lexie's eyes and she shook her head. "It's true. I'm so sorry Vince."

Vince didn't respond for a moment and she could almost see him processing the admission in his head. Suddenly and without warning he slipped a hand behind her head, and his mouth came crashing down onto hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

She moaned against his lips and her hands fisted the lapels of his suit jacket. His tongue and mouth tasted like spearmint as his tongue caressed hers. Good, so-so good.

The simmering fire within her was set flame as his cock hardened against her and he slipped a hand up the inside of her camisole to palm her bare breast. She pressed herself up against him, as his mouth made its way down the side of her neck, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

"I'm sorry Vince," she gasped and she meant it with all her heart.