Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance Boxed Set (10 Book Bundle) (59 page)

And she was. There was no argument, never had been.
“Yes, sir.”

His cock was steel heat against her thigh, slipping up the already-slick slit of her pussy, seeking entrance. Heidi stiffened in surprise, her eyes wide as he shoved in
hard, making her moan out loud.

“Mi
ne,” he said through gritted teeth, giving up on her breast and grabbing her hips for more purchase, driving her forward on the desk.

“Yessss
,” she cried, biting her lip as he thrust deep again.

The force of his fuck was tremendous and she gave herself over to him, barely hanging onto the edge of the desk as he took her, making his point with every plunge. She was going to have bruises on her thighs and hips for weeks where his fingers were digging in and she didn’t care in the least.

“Mine,” he growled again into her ear, his voice and cock a driving staccato. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh god…”
Her body said nothing but yes, her thighs trembling, her pussy lips swollen and wetting his way nicely, her flesh insisting his words weren’t just true, they were Truth with a capital T, that she never before and never again would belong to another man the way she belonged to this one.

“It’s mine to take.”
Kaiser never paused, the friction a steady impetus, using her pussy to make his point, using her pussy, using
her.
And she wanted him to use her—more than he did maybe, she admitted shamefully to herself, as he splayed and fucked her to oblivion. “And it’s mine to give.”

“Yes… yes, sir, yes…”
she gasped, never wanting it to end, wanting to take him and take him, wanting him to empty himself completely into her until there was nothing left of him and she was completely full-up. It would happen, it could—she felt it in the way their bodies trembled and rode slick and hard together, converging at a single, delicious point, their energies so concentrated they were nothing more or less than that.

“Ahhhhh Heidi!” He called her name, grabbing her hips
hard, and for the first time she thought she might be hearing Kaiser at the edge of his self-control, pushed past the brink of reason and into the realm of hungry, helpless madness. Like an animal sensing fear, she realized a triumphant victory and shifted her bottom, squeezing his slick, impaled cock with her muscles, making him groan and tighten his grip even more, holding her steady.

“Stop,” he growled and she bit her lip, closing her eyes tight, fighting against the urge to disobey, to drive him over the brink with reckless abandon. He slid his length almost all the way out and she whimpered in dismay, his sudden absence leaving a vacuum of feeling, a sharp, horrible yearning. Then he was gone altogether out of her and she was desperate for him inside again
.

“Turn over,” he directed, using the leverage of her hips to shift her weight as she rolled and lifted, spreading her thighs again for him, hopeful, expectant. She wanted to beg him,
fuck me, please, fuck me hard,
but was too afraid to voice her wants lest he decide she was looking to gain a sense of power, a modicum of control, and of course, she was.

“This is
my
pussy, Heidi.” He used his cock against her, rubbing the aching bud of her clit, working the spongy head, teasing her beyond reason. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. “It’s yours. It’s your pussy, Kaiser, always, I promise, all yours…”

God, she’d never said anything more humiliating or true.

“You aren’t to touch it or
share it without my permission,” he insisted, using his thumb to direct the glossy mushroom-tip over her sensitive bud. “Do you understand?

She nodded, her fingers finding her nipples, squeezing ge
ntly, sending sweet pulses of pleasure down to her pussy until he smartly smacked each hand away, grabbing one breast and squeezing hard.

“Mine,” he growled, his eyes dark with force and lust. “I decide when you receive pleasure…” Her nipple
was caught between his thumb and forefinger and he rolled it gently. “Or pain.” Heidi yelped in surprise when he pinched and twisted, her back arching in response.

“I want it all,” he murmured, rolling her nipple again, his stiff cock
traveling up and down her slit with a slight rock of his hips. “Every part of you is mine.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes open and on his, the pleasure pushing past sweet agony , but he didn’t care about her suffering—instead he gave her more, teasing her into a frantic, mindless misery of ecstasy, her own body lost to her, belonging solely to the man she was squeezing between her trembling thighs. “Oh god…please…Kaiser…”

“You sound beautiful when you beg.” He smiled, a small thing, but oh, so warm. “Do it again.”

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh my god, please, please, I want…”

“This?” Kaiser rubbed her faster with the swell of his flesh and she gasped and arched.

“Yes! Yes!”

“This?” He slid his cock in deep in one swift motion and she thought she would die. She couldn't possibly endure another moment of this. Her whole body trembled with feeling, slick and flushed with a fine sheen of sweat, the blotter beneath her completely ruined and she knew she would pay for that too, and just the anticipation of that nearly sent her flying over the top.

“Rub
my
pussy, Heidi,” he whispered, his gaze lovingly caressing her there and her fingers following. “Rub it until you come.”

She groaned, blissfully doing just exactly as she was told as his cock moved almost imperceptibly in the tight, wet crevasse of her flesh
. He watched her, his eyes growing greedy with desire.

“Oh Kaiser, I’m—” she gasped, so close, so very close, and she didn’t know how she managed, but she did
manage, when his whispered words directed her to stop.

“I’ll tell you when,” he murmured, using his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, giving him a clear view of his cock disappearing into the swollen pink of her flesh. Her finger continued to make an easy, delicious circle around her clit. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her whole body flushed at his praise.

“When I
come all over your pussy,” he directed, thrusting in, settling her into the saddle of his hips for a moment with a gratifying grimace, “I want you to come. Do you understand?”

Heidi nodded, breathing hard, anticipating
her delectable reward as Kaiser pulled himself out of the hot, moist recess of her body and stroked his length against her flesh. She watched him, her finger just trembling over her clit, fighting her own orgasm as she watched his overtake him, his cock jerking in his hand, his face a scowl of pleasure as the first blast of his cum bathed her clit with perfect aim.

“Ohhhh!” she cried in surprise and delight as he jettisoned another hot fountain of white hot cum against her pussy, this time missing her throbbing clit but finding the top of her cleft and her eager fingers. Heidi shuddered as she felt his seed burning its way down her slit and she didn’t even have to touch herself to bring her climax to the surface.

“Come for me,” he moaned.

His permission was enough, and she came hard, her belly clenching, her pussy
tightening again and again, mourning the absence of his cock even in the midst of its ecstatic contractions, as if each spasm could draw him in, convince him to stay.

He collapsed against
her for a blissful moment, breathing hard, his face buried in the crook of her neck. She even dared to kiss the top of his salt and pepper head, trying to keep him there, thighs trembling, without letting on that she was holding him at all.

Then he stood, taking a deep breath, pulling up his trousers, tucking, arranging. “Clean up and go out to lunch with your friend,” he directed, walking toward the window and pulling the curtain aside to gaze out.

She sat up on her elbows, dazed, blinking at him. “But—”

“Go.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, his eyes softening at the sight of her still sprawled out over the surface of his desk. “I trust you, Heidi. You know the
rules. I didn’t say you couldn’t have friends. I said you couldn’t fuck them.”

“Yes, sir.”
She slid off the desk, straightening her skirt, smoothing her hair.

“Unless I say you can.” His smile
tightened as he looked back out the window, his motion a dismissal. She was almost out the door when he said, “Wear the backless Valentino for Carvel tonight. The black one. I have Doreen coming to your apartment to do your hair and makeup at five.”

“Thank you, sir.”

She wanted to go and put her arms around him, but she didn’t. Instead, she did as she was told, cleaning up in the bathroom and then taking the elevator down, calling Lenny on the way and telling him that yes, a hot dog and a walk in Central Park was the perfect way to spend her now-late lunch, and no, nothing was wrong, why did he ask?

* * * *

“You really don’t want to come up…do you?” Heidi tried to dissuade Carvel, even though she hadn’t discovered a thing of interest over dinner and the night was about to come to an end. How much humiliation was she willing to take? Could she really go to Kaiser in the morning with nothing? But now after the ride in the limo and a dinner, ironically, at Atelier’s, the thought of Carvel seeing her little apartment was just too shameful to imagine.

“
Ah, but bella, Kaiser said you’d show me your sketches.” Carvel’s eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled and then winked at her.

Heidi almost laughed at the cliché but just
turned and put her key in the door instead. She seriously doubted the veracity of the statement, of course—Kaiser hadn’t even asked to see her sketches himself. “Well you’ll have to forgive my modest little apartment, then,” she apologized, leading him to the elevator.

“Most of the people i
n this business started humbly,” Carvel noted as the elevator took them up.

“You?”
Heidi asked, raising her eyebrows in mock surprise. She knew better.

Carvel
grinned and winked at her. “Well…not me.”

“Not Andrea Paxton, either,
” Heidi muttered, fumbling with her keys again as she approached her apartment door. She’d been diligent about cleaning before she left, anticipating, although dreading, Carvel’s visit as a possibility.

“Ah, Andrea, yes.
” He followed her in and Heidi winced as he looked around, taking in the little L-shaped space that constituted kitchen and living room. There were just two other rooms, a bedroom that barely fit a twin bed and a bathroom that had a shower so small it was hard even for her to turn around in. Carvel didn’t seem fazed by her simple and rather sparse furniture choices, taking a seat on the futon and spreading his arms comfortably across the back. “Andrea will make quite a name for herself.”

“Kaiser thinks so
,” Heidi agreed, making a face he couldn’t see as she turned to put her purse and wrap on a chair.

“Kaiser has good judgment,” he remarked, his face then spreading with a smile. “B
ut he doesn’t know everything about Andrea Paxton.”

“You can say that again
,” she mumbled, trying to decide if she should sit on the futon beside him—dangerous territory—or pull a kitchen chair over.

“Look at the books!”
he exclaimed, nodding toward the floor to ceiling bookshelves. There was no television, but the shelves were stuffed to overflowing with books.

“I’ve always been a reader,” she admitted, flushing.
“Little worlds, every one.”

Carvel
smiled, patting the futon beside him, giving her little choice in the matter. “You are a special one, bella.”

Heidi hesitated, going to
her book shelves and pulling down an oversized portfolio, deciding to keep up the pretense, if nothing else. “My sketches are in here…if you really wanted to see them.”

“Of course!”
He smiled, sitting up as she set the book on the coffee table. “How about a cognac? Brandy?”

She smiled. It would be his umpteenth of the night, but of course, she had nothing like it. “I have wine. It’s not
Dom Perignon, but it’s not Thunderbird, either.”

He chuckled. “Whatever you have is fine.”

Heidi found a brandy snifter sitting on her kitchen counter filled with what she was sure was a very expensive, very aged cognac. Kaiser must have known he would want it. She didn’t bother to wonder how he had gotten into her apartment—she was sure he had sent someone, perhaps even paid the super. Somehow, he’d managed to get done what he wanted done—he always did.

“Make yourself one,
” Carvel called as Heidi poured the cognac into a glass, which had also been provided.

“Oh, I don’t drink much…”
She’d already been too gluttonous with the champagne over dinner, at Carvel’s insistence, and her head was more than a little fuzzy.

“Make yourself one,” he insisted and Heidi sighed, pouring herself a glass and taking them both over to the futon.

“These are good,” Carvel remarked as she set the glass down, holding hers, and sitting beside him. “These are
very
good.”