The Billionaire's Pet (3 page)

As his words sank in, a zip of electricity rushed over Ellie’s scalp and down her spine, followed quickly by a hot wave of embarrassment. She felt completely undone, more than her body bared. She felt as though her very soul was somehow open to him. Daniel was pushing buttons she hadn’t known she had.

“I’m right, aren’t I,” he murmured, palming her bottom. He began to slowly massage her well-spanked skin, soothing a little of the heat away. “That’s why you’re not screaming the house down, even though your little bottom is hot as Hades. Some part of you knows that you deserve a good spanking—and that you need someone who knows precisely what you are. We’ve known one another for half an hour, but I bet you’ve never been this open with anyone before.”

He was right again. Ellie took a deep breath and tried to think. The tears were drying on her cheeks, making her skin feel tight where salty rivulets had coursed their way down.

“Believe it or not, I’m not doing this to humiliate you, or to break you down. I’m doing it because I think this is the way to get through to you. Words won’t do it. You know as well as I do that words obscure the truth. But touch—that never lies. Can you feel that, Ellie?”

She could. She could feel every part of her being responding to him. He had her entirely in his thrall, her heated ass just a part of the puzzle. This was not how she had imagined her day going. This was not as any day had ever gone—and part of her was thrilled by that fact.

“You’re going to enjoy being mine,” he said in a possessive growl. “You’re going to enjoy what I have in store for you.”

A little thrill passed through her, a shiver of anticipation that came to a peak as he slid his fingers down between her thighs, the pads meeting her damp lower lips. She let out a gasp as his touch became even more intimate, his fingers parting her lips, one swirling around the entrance of her pussy. He was a fraction of an inch away from penetrating her, and her tight abdomen and arched rear spoke to her desire for that and more.

Ellie could not remember a time she had been so aroused. Nothing about what was happening was appropriate. This was as far from her normal experience as it was possible to get. She did not give herself lightly or freely in matters of romance, but that did not matter because here and now she was being taken by a man who subdued and subverted every instinct she had.

Daniel spent a few minutes gently toying with her pussy, driving her to panting distraction as she writhed over his lap, the wetness between her lips beginning to trickle down and seep into the fabric of his trousers. She felt as though she were high, her arousal so powerful it blocked out the restrained, careful parts of her consciousness and awoke a creature who wanted nothing more than pleasure.

And Daniel did not disappoint. He lifted her up from his lap and pressed her hot bare bottom against her desk. Tempered glass held her weight easily as he masterfully spread her legs around his waist and reached for his fly. The zipper ran down smoothly and a moment later his cock sprang out thick, long, and hungry.

He was going to fuck her. Right here. On her own desk. In her office. He was going to fuck her. Some part of Ellie knew she should put up some form of resistance, but she could not muster it, even as he took her left leg and lifted it over his broad shoulder, spreading her cunt for the thick head of his manhood, which was already gleaming with pre-cum.

Hot-bottomed and awash with her own juices, Ellie wanted his cock inside her more than she wanted oxygen. When he pressed the tip to the glistening lips of her cunt, she let out a sigh of satisfaction, knowing soon she would be filled with that hot rod of flesh.

He teased the head along her slit, giving her a little taste of what it would be like. He was thicker than most men, her lips spreading wide around the flared head as Daniel Treville massaged her wet cunt with his cock.

Arching her back, Ellie tried to make him press inside her with the slow writhing of her hips, but all she succeeded in doing was rolling pressure from one well-spanked buttock to the other, reigniting heat and sting. Daniel chuckled softly and slid his hand down her other thigh before lifting her second leg onto his shoulders. She was now completely in his sway, her body captured by his as the thickness between her pussy lips slipped down to the aperture she’d so wanted him to fill and slowly began to press inside her.

Ellie’s eyes went wide, her mouth describing a perfect ‘o’ as Daniel’s cock began to make her inner walls spread around him, the wet hot depths of her cunt welcoming him.

It had been a very long time since Ellie had gotten laid. And she had never had sex like this before.

He slid deep inside her, pressing all the way in with one long thrust, soothing her through the little gasps that arose as tight walls first resisted, then gave way to his flesh. Ellie let out an animal wail as she was totally, irrevocably filled.

Daniel stilled his hips, gazing down at her with one brow mildly quirked. “Are you alright?”

She was flushed, dizzy, her pussy clasping his cock with a desperate desire. “Yes,” she breathed in response. “Oh, god, yes…”

A devilish smile replaced the brief look of concern. He began to stroke inside her, long pumping motions of his powerful hips making her cunt ripple under the sway of his cock. At first they were slow, passionate, controlled. His eyes feasted on her body, his fingers doing away with the buttons of her blouse to bare her midsection and her breasts only barely covered by the brassiere that had slipped under the strain of the writhing she’d done while he was spanking her and now allowed the pink aureoles of her breasts to peek above the lace. One swift motion rendered her bra completely useless, encircling her waist as her breasts bounced free under more forceful thrusts.

“Beautiful,” he murmured down at her. “Absolutely stunning.”

Ellie could not muster a reply. Her pussy was completely full of him, and when she looked up into the hard lines of his face, his handsome dominance overwhelmed her usual independent nature to the point she felt her inner walls quivering in response.

Daniel fucked her masterfully, driving them both toward satisfaction with supple motions of his powerful form. Soon she could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his hot hard flesh responding to the needy grasp of her wet cunt. She saw the tension in his face, the lust in his eyes as he approached the brink of orgasm and held himself there with incredible self-control.

Their eyes were locked in a passionate gaze almost as intense as the convergence taking place between her thighs. She stared up, her eyes wide as he slammed forward, spreading her wet little cunt over and over with no regard for the tenderness of her flesh. He demanded that she take everything she had to give as deep and as hard as he could give it. The sounds of her thighs slapping against the hard lines of his shirt-clad but obviously hard stomach filled the room as Daniel Treville fucked her like a wanton little slut, destroying the illusion she had gotten so used to playing she had almost mistaken it for her true self.

She felt tingles and flashes of heat running through her whole body from her scalp to her toes. He wasn’t just fucking her cunt, he was fucking her entire being. She saw a little bead of sweat appear at his hairline, his breathing coming faster as he lost the battle with restraint. His cock swelled inside her pussy and Ellie suddenly knew that he was going to come inside her. The moment she realized that her bare pussy was going to be filled with his seed, Ellie felt her erogenous zones overload, her clit pulsing, her cunt clenching, her nipples so hard and erect they almost hurt.

Daniel came moments later, his seed shooting deep inside her plundered pussy, triggering an answering full body quiver that erupted into orgasm. Every muscle in her body tensed, her ass arching up off the desk to try to claim all his cum. He had to lock her legs against his body to stop her from writhing clear off the desk, her hips humping desperately in the throes of feminine climax.

And then it was over.

The moment the last ripples of climax dissipated, the enormity of what had happened came crashing down on her. Lying sprawled across her desk, bra askew, nipples hard, panties torn, Daniel’s cum glistening between her lips, she came back to her senses. Her ravaged, aching pussy throbbed in the aftermath of the most vigorous sexual encounter she’d ever had.

Daniel stood over her, somehow composed. He’d already tucked his shirt back in, secured his manhood behind the zip of his fly. His tousled hair and a smear of lipstick both on his collar and across his left cheek were the only indicators of the sordid sex he’d engaged in.

“Pleased with your conquest, Mr. Treville?” She shot the question at him with some bitterness as she tried to restore herself to some semblance of propriety.

Daniel took her chin between thumb and forefinger, looking deep into her eyes. “You’re not conquered yet, pet. Not even close.” He winked, brushed a brief kiss to her lips and looked at his watch. “I have another appointment to make. I’ll see you tonight.”

She looked at him askance. “What do you mean, you’ll see me tonight?”

“When I pick you up at eight for dinner.”

“I didn’t agree to have dinner with you.”

“So you just used me for sex?” He smiled and tutted, that teasing smile making his cheeks dimple.

“I absolutely did not.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t think I’m going to become some kind of booty call for you.”

“Booty call?” A dark brow raised in her direction, followed by an amused smirk. “Now there are two words I wouldn’t have expected out of your mouth. You are certainly not a booty call. I’ll see you this evening.”

Open-mouthed, hair tousled, clothing awry, Ellie watched him walk out of her office.

* * *

With Daniel’s seed trickling down the inside of her leg, Ellie attempted to clear her mind and get some kind of equilibrium back. Okay, so she’d had sex. Hot sex. With the man who was now the controlling interest in her company. It wasn’t the end of the world. She could come back from this. In fact, seen in some lights, the sex was a good thing. It had cleared the air. No unrequited tension. She could think clearly now.

He would not find her such an easy target in the future. She might have succumbed to his advances once, but she would be on guard against any further attempts at seduction. What had happened could not happen again. She couldn’t afford to develop feelings for the man—and love was completely off the table.

Straightening her blazer, Ellie made her way to her office’s private en-suite, where a shower and a change of clothes were waiting for her. She had always kept a small wardrobe at work; one never knew when one might need a fresh shirt, or a pair of panties that wasn’t ripped and covered in cum.

When she returned to her desk, freshly showered and dressed in clean pressed clothes, a memo was waiting in her email inbox—a companywide directive outlining the nonsense Daniel had been trying to push during their meeting.

Her eyes narrowed to two cold slits. It was one thing for him to walk into her office and more or less fuck her like an animal; it was something entirely different for him to hijack her company. That she would not stand for. This was her territory, and Daniel Treville was going to have to learn to steer well clear.

Please disregard the previous email
, she wrote, addressing the various heads of departments, which alone numbered in the hundreds.
Any and all policy changes will be issued from my office, and my office only. Ensure that your team members are not confused on this point.

She hit send and sat back, satisfied. This was just an opening salvo in a battle that would probably only serve to mark the beginning of a war, but she’d acquitted herself well. He’d probably already received a copy of her email, thanks to one of his moles. Daniel almost certainly had someone inside the company feeding him information. He’d probably been sourcing information for months.

The first matter of business was to ensure the loyalty of her managers, and to make it abundantly clear that any defections would be punished.

“Stacy!” She poked her head outside her office to find her perky assistant finally actually at her desk. “Stacy, get IT on the phone. I want records of all messages sent from company servers in the last five or so minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Stacy agreed quickly.

She’d soon discover who was leaking information. If her email had been forwarded out, it would show up in a simple search. Ellie sat in her chair, trying to ignore the remnants of hot-bottomed sting that still remained. Her eyes traveled across the smooth, usually clear surface of her desk—and stopped abruptly at the faint marks of two rounds on its surface. Their tryst had left a butt print at the edge of her desk. Blushing to herself, Ellie tried cleaning the marks away with the sleeve of her blazer. It mostly cleared them off, but a few faint smears remained to taunt her.

Frowning to herself, Ellie checked her email. Stacy had not wasted any time in sending the report.

Three people had sent the email to Daniel. Two were relatively low level sub-managers; one was the director of North West sales. She sent an email to their managers directing that their employment be terminated immediately without severance. Cold and clean, that was the way to do it. If Daniel thought he could worm his way into her company by using her own people against her, he had another think coming.

Firing people wasn’t one of Ellie’s favorite things to do, but on this occasion she felt very little guilt at all. She sent another memo making it clear to all concerned that sharing private correspondence or company information with unauthorized third parties was grounds for immediate dismissal, then went home for the day. She had a dinner to prepare for.

Chapter Two

At eight o’clock on the dot there was a knock at her door. More than ready for this second encounter, Ellie put the chain on before answering it.

As expected, Daniel was standing there, towering over her in that way he had. Through the crack in the door, she could see that he was dressed in billionaire casual; a blue cashmere sweater that complemented his eyes to devastating effect and slacks that probably cost more than most people’s cars. He had a black bag in one hand, presumably containing a bottle of wine.