The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1) (BDSM Erotica) (2 page)

The driver
that Mr. Garrett had sent for me was a stout man, quiet and proper. The ride
was mostly silent, save for the radio, which I was able to choose from the
backseat. The car was somewhere between a luxury sedan and a limousine; I’m not
really a car person, but this was comfortable and ultra-modern – I loved it.

 Over the
phone, Mr. Garrett’s secretary told Mademoiselle that I would be invited over
to his personal manse on the city outskirts, by the palisades, to create the
piece in a studio provided by Mr. Garrett himself. I could barely believe the
words she said, as her mouth formed them.

Ever since
meeting Mr. Garrett that afternoon, my life had felt like a dream. The days
passed by in a blur as I anticipated this moment. I dressed myself similarly to
the way I was dressed the last time Mr. Garrett had seen me; a tight black
skirt, and a tight white blouse. If it were up to me, I’d be wearing jeans and
maybe a hoodie. But today wasn’t about me; it was about impressing Mr. Garret.
So I played it safe, as usual, and dressed myself like I was going to the
gallery. As much as I hated my lack of mobility in corporate clothing, I had to
present a good, clean image. Mr. Garrett would be expecting that.

I was unsure
of what to pack for the day, so to play it safe I brought absolutely everything
inside my leather carrying case. I brought tools for every medium, and my own
easel and the highest quality canvas I could afford. I slipped the tools into
their compartments, and zipped the case up. It was slung over my back when the
driver rolled up outside my apartment, and it was now sitting in the trunk,
while I sat in the back, eagerly watching the scenery from the window, waiting
for a hint of Mr. Garrett’s estate.

And then I saw
it. Gated in, yet absolutely sprawling; each tree was lined symmetrically on
either side of the long winding road to the parking area. The grass was well
tended, startling green, and punctuated by modern sculptures which pleasantly
graced the yard. A small forest stood to the far left, and an exquisite white
marble fountain to the right. We drove past the gate, past security, all in a whir
as I marveled at the beautiful sites around me.

And yet, none
could compare to the mansion itself; two massive white columns stood at the
entrance, holding up a pointed black roof, which flowed effortlessly along the
rest of the house. It was odd, the house was impossibly beautiful, and yet each
wing and tower seemed to morph into each other. I knew immediately that it was
a marvel of modern architecture. I could just imagine the high ceilings, and
beautiful views from the gaunt windows decorating the white sandstone walls and
tower columns. The house was as striking and enigmatic as it’s owner, Mr.
Garrett.

“We’ve
arrived, Miss Drayer.” The driver said at last, as the car wound up to the
front of the estate, under the two massive pillars. As he helped me from the
car, I could tell the place was swarming with security. Two guards stood at the
front of the mansion, and countless others patrolled the perimeter.

“Thank you
very much,” I said as the driver curtly nodded.

I looked up at
the front of the mansion and blinked. One of the security guards came forward,
and motioned for me to follow. I did as I was told and entered the mansion
through its massive mahogany and glass front door; the interior was as gorgeous
and as immaculately designed as the exterior. The estate was filled with high
ceilings, elegant sandstone tiles, and a winding glass stairwell in the middle
of the foyer.

“The studio is
upstairs, Miss Drayer. Mr. Garrett will be with you shortly.”

 I felt a
shudder in the deepest places of my body at the mention of his name. He was
going to be here with me? It was what I’d hoped for, but not what I’d expected.
He’s probably just going to make sure I’m getting on well with the project. I
was to be painting a landscape of his estate, from the view in his studio room.

I started to
ascend the glass stairs. Glass stairs? This place was magical. It had to have
been. And then I heard my supplies clinking around in my case. Damn it, I
didn’t fasten everything down properly. Left unchecked, it will all tumble out
of the bag in front of Mr. Garrett. I had to fix it.

I took a deep
breath, and set the case on the middle plateau of the stairwell. I knelt down
next to it; my knees slanted the same direction to keep my panties hidden. My
hair unraveled as I knelt. God, he was going to think I’m a mess all of the
time when he saw my hair in this state. I quietly noted that I appeared to be
extremely concerned with what Mr. Garrett though of me.

I unzipped the
case, and just as I thought – brushes and pencils had spilled from their
compartments. I snatched them up one by one, starting with the pencils. I had
about six in my hand, all different types of leads and widths, when I heard a
familiar voice behind me.

“You sure did bring
a lot.” Will knelt down next to me; he picked up the brushes.

Oh god, he’s
here. He’s snuck up on me again. And he smells so good; aquatic, but not overly
aquatic, and fresh, fresh, fresh.

“Mr. Garrett.
The scope of the project wasn’t specified, so I thought I should be careful and
bring everything.”

He had taken
me by surprise again, damn. I must look like a fool. Always a mess. Always
fumbling about. But those eyes… I felt the lightness in my chest return.

“A safe move.
But of course, I have everything you’ll need in the studio I’ve set up for
you.” He calmly stated as he fastened the last of the brushes in the case.

Of course he
had everything all set up for me. What was I thinking?

Taking charge,
he zipped the case and slung it over his shoulder and then gestured for me to
continue up the stairs. I cautiously walked in front of him; I felt his eyes on
the back of my body, watching my every step. Becoming self-conscious of my
walk, I put in extra effort to move my hips to show off my ass. I knew I had a
cute ass.

“The studio is
down here,” he said as he placed his arm on my shoulder and turned my body to
the right. “It’s attached to the bedroom.”

The bedroom?
My heartbeat quickened. I turned back and looked at him, my face slightly in
awe. There, I met the cool symmetry of his facial features, and his perfect
white smile.

“It has the
best view,” he added with a slight wink. Guided by him, I walked through the
bedroom; it was fairly sparse and extremely modern, white sandstone walls and
simple black furnishings. And a massive black bed, overlooking a wall-sized
window with the curtains drawn.

My heartbeat
quickened once again; I was in Mr. Garrett’s room. I mean, Will Garrett’s room.
An open corridor attached the studio; as I walked into the studio from the
bedroom, I realized he wasn’t lying – the view here was incredible.

An entire wall
seemed to be made of glass, and it overlooked the rolling hills and forestry of
his estate. Aside from that, the room was plain white with a large dresser and
chest on the far side. I supposed the supplies would be found there.

“The view here
is so wonderful. I’d be hard-pressed not to create something really special for
you… I just hope I don’t screw it up.” Damn it, Clarissa. Your self doubts have
returned! Why did I have to say that? He must think I’m such a –

“No, Clarissa
Drayer. I have absolute confidence in you.” His voice and demeanor were totally
cool and calm, and soothed my nerves immediately. How could he have this affect
on me? Everything he did or said affected me like lightning striking my soul,
or waves washing over my body.

“Yes, no, I
was just… joking. You’re right. I just want to please you.” There, I said it. I
wondered if he would take the slight innuendo. Either way, I felt the slit
between my legs becoming warm.

Oh God, you’re
just here on commission to paint a landscape. Don’t get any crazy thoughts in
your head. What would one of the world’s richest men want with little you? Will
Garrett was silent. Suddenly, my petite frame felt very small in the big white
room. Mademoiselle would never believe what happened next.

“Clarissa… I
have every belief you will create a marvelous piece for me. But I had other
things in mind today.” He said, as he took a step towards me, placing his hands
on my shoulder once more.

He lowered his
head, to whisper in my ear. “Tell me to stop, if you want.”

“No,” I
exhaled. “Don’t stop.”

“The moment
you saw me, you had to have me?”

“Y-yes,” I
barely stammered out. How did he know?

“I went
searching through every renowned gallery in the city limits, looking for
something beautiful to grace my bedroom, and I found – you. Clarissa, I must
have you. In every way.” He pressed up behind me; I could feel his erection on
my lower back. I wanted to turn around and grab him, but he held me in place.

“What can I do
for you,” I breathed out, my heart racing. “…Will.”

“You can do
exactly as I say, if you want.” His mouth moved about my neck, breathing warm
air, tingling my entire being. “Is that what you want?”

“That’s what I
want,” I said. It was true. It was the truest thing I had ever felt. I wanted
to give Will Garrett pleasure. I wanted him to be pleased with me. “I want you
to… use me. For anything.”

He lowered one
hand, tracing the side of my torso, breast to hip, and then lingered there on
my pencil skirt.

“You want to
be conquered?” He kissed my neck. “You want to be used?”

“Yes,” I
gasped. “Yes.”

“Do you trust
me?” He stopped kissing, and the moment seemed to freeze.

Could I really
trust him? The man was powerful enough to do anything; if something went wrong,
he could cover it up entirely. He could make it so I never existed. No, that
was a crazy thought.

I wasn’t sure
if I was listening to my heart, my mind, or the wetness between my thighs – but
soon enough, they were all of a consensus. From what I’d seen of this alpha
male, I felt I could trust him. The rest I would figure out along the way.

This was the
fulfillment of the longing in my life, the hole in my being. I was filled with
an excitement I had never felt before. It was a revelation.

“I trust you,
Will.” I said at last.

“Perfect.” He
resumed kissing my neck, and now his hands were at the bottom of the blouse.
With one cool motion, he pulled it over my head, leaving my top half exposed
but for my red bra. Thank God I wore my sexy lingerie today.

He turned me
around and kissed around my collarbone, while his hands caressed my back, my
sides and the skin under my breasts. Finally, he raised his head and kissed me
on the mouth; our tongues danced, wrapping and caressing each other.

I moaned, and
he pulled away, holding a finger up, motioning for me to wait a moment. He
walked over to the dresser, and opened it up. I saw a hint of the items
contained within; black leather everything, handcuffs, whips, chains, what else
– and then he closed it.

He walked back
over to me and I saw that he pulled out a leather flogger; black handle with
leather straps bursting from the top. I nodded in exasperation; yes, please.

He caressed my
torso with the flogger, while fondling my breasts over my bra. The flogging
stopped for a moment. I felt a familiar brush tickle on my back; he had kept a
paintbrush out of the case. He moved up and down between the dimples in my
lower back, tickling with the soft brush tip. I let out a moan, as I felt his
hand caress the curve of my hips, and then felt him palm my ass cheek and
squeeze. I nearly squealed.

“You’ll do as
I say,” he softly said.

I nodded.

“Take off your
skirt,” he said and I obliged.

As I stepped
out of it, I took care to bend over enough to reveal the outline of my pussy
lips through my silk panties. I slipped forward onto all fours, as his hands
gently guided me to the ground.

He pressed
against me again at that moment, and I felt his hard cock against between my
ass cheeks. I could already tell his cock was huge; bigger than any I’d ever
felt before.

He undid his
button-up, and tore it off. He was wearing only his pants at this time. He
reached around with one hand, and felt the contour of my mound over the front
of my panties, and slowly eased his fingers in and out overtop of my panties. I
knew already that I was sopping wet, and it must have been showing through my
thin undergarments.

“You’re so
wet,” he said. “I love it. You smell so delicious.”

For a moment,
I wanted so bad to turn around and take his cock in my mouth. But I knew I’d
need to do as he said, so he could reward me.

He reached to
undo my bra, and it fell onto the floor in front of me.

“Turn around,”
he said, and so I did.

My modestly
sized breasts perked up as my nipples hardened. I licked my lips as I saw the
outline of his giant penis through his dress pants. He studied my breasts, and
a smile spread across his face.

“You are so
beautiful,” he said plainly. “These breasts are perfect.” And he grabbed them
both, and lowered his head to suck on the nipples. His tongue bobbed around
each one, and I squirmed with electric pleasure. I could barely take it.

I noticed how
muscular and lean his upper body was; it was as if he was carved from stone.
And then I felt his finger trace its way down to my panties again, and he
rubbed the outline of my pussy lips, making me wetter than ever.

“Undo my
pants. Take out my cock. Keep the belt.” I undid his belt, and tossed it on the
floor beside him, and pulled down his pants.

Then I pulled
down his boxer briefs. His magnificent cock sprung forward at my face; it was
by far the largest member I’d ever seen. He slowly pushed it into my willing
mouth. Oh my god. It was beautiful. I licked the massive head, and swirled in
my mouth, as he lunged in and out.

“You like your
reward?” He asked, towering above me. I nodded, his cock still in my mouth, and
looked up to make eye contact as I continued to suck. He pulled out for a
second, and picked up the belt.

“Ready?” He
asked.

I nodded. He
used the belt to tie my hands behind my back. It felt so strangely good; I was
his to use, he could do what he wanted. I kneeled before him, my hands bound
behind my back, my mouth open, wanting more.

He teased me
with his cock, and then once again plunged it into my mouth.

My pussy must
have been dripping wet, because I’d never been so turned on in my life.

He pulled out
again, and then motioned for me to sit down; I did as I was told. He placed his
hands on my panties and slowly peeled them from my body. He marveled at my wet
pussy for a moment.

“So, so wet.
Perfect pussy.” He placed a finger inside the lips, and stroked up and down,
tingling my clit and trembling my legs.

In my ecstasy,
I barely noticed the flogger had returned. He tickled my pussy with the straps,
and then turned me over and lightly spanked my bare ass.

“Lay down,” he
said. And I did just as he asked me. I was thankful the floor was cushioned,
and then I realized that every inch of this room was designed especially for
this kind of play. I took a glance out of the massive window and wondered if
anybody was watching us.

He guided my
body with his hands, arching my back in the air, while my chest pressed against
the ground. This strange position of submission caused me a slight sensation of
discomfort. Oddly, it felt really good.

With my back
arched in the air, he spread my ass cheeks open, exposing my dripping wet cunt
and asshole. He put his face between my cheeks and started licking my clit.

His tongue
danced around my lips, and darted in and out of my hole, before making its way
up to my asshole where he swirled around causing me to writhe in pleasure. This
was what I wanted; I had never felt pleasure like this before.

He pulled
back, and brushed my ass with the flogger, and then gave me a light whipping. I
shuddered with each strike of the straps, but it felt so good.

“Do you like
that?” He asked, and I squealed in excitement. He took the paintbrush next, and
stuck the handle into my wet slit and I moaned. I wanted his cock inside me,
next.

Sensing my
thoughts, he said, “don’t worry. You’ll be rewarded with my fat cock soon. If
you’re good.”

“I’ll be
good.”

He pulled me
to my feet again, the brush still in my vagina.

“Where else do
you want this brush?”

“Where ever
you want it.”

He slowly slid
the brush in and out of my pussy, and I could feel my juices dripping down my
thighs. He took a moment to lick my inner thigh, and nodded in approval.

He slowly slid
the brush out, and played with my lips again, brushing them back and fourth. I
could barely stand, my legs felt so weak. He moved the handle to my asshole,
and slowly guided it in.

I squealed
with pleasure yet again, and slightly arched my back where I stood. The brush
was sticking out of my ass, and I loved it. My arms were bound behind my back,
and I could feel the end of the brush with my fingertips. It turned me on.

“Use your
hands,” he said. “Guide the brush in and out.”

I did as he
said, and fucked my ass with the brush.

He took the
flogger and tickled my breasts, before giving them a light whip, causing a
brief flash of pain in my chest. It made the sensations in my ass grow stronger
and more intense. I understood my body in a way I never had before. It was utterly
freeing.

“I could
lavish you with anything you wanted, with my fortune.” He said, walking around
me, examining my body. “Yes, I think I’d like to keep you.”

“Then keep me.
Have me.” I couldn’t believe how bold he was. I couldn’t believe that I loved
it.

Then he took
me standing up. I felt his cock pressing against the front of my wet slit,
against the hairless mound of my vagina, before he guided the head of his huge
penis into my dripping cunt, first stopping to tease my lips. And when he
entered, I felt a wave of euphoria sweeping through my entire being.

Oh my God. Oh
my God. His thrusts nearly swept me off my feet, it seemed he could lift me up
with his entire cock. He lunged in and out, and I could feel his cock in every
inch of my pussy; I could feel his every pulse and thrust.

He took me
slowly, fucking me deeply. My eyes were closed and I could barely contain
myself. Kissing my neck again, he whispered, “Are you ready to be fucked hard?”