Billionaire's Bribe (Blackmailed Into Bed) BBW Erotica (3 page)

“I—”
she clamped her legs together instinctively and then seemed to realize that by
doing so she might as well have shouted that she he was right. “This is
ridiculous. If you want me to do something for you, just tell me so we can get
it over with already.”

“That
isn’t how this works, Eva.” His hand slid up her right thigh, turning her legs
to jelly so that he had no trouble nudging them apart. “I’m not going to allow
you to deny your desires. I know you want me. And I’m going to make you admit
it.”

Breathless,
she watched as he nudged her legs further apart and slid his hand along the
outside of her panties. He came away with glistening fingers. “Well? What do
you have to say about that?”

Before
she could reply, he pushed her skirt up,
then
yanked
her panties off.
The lacy material caught on the edge of one
of her heels
,
she winced as it ripped
. He
tossed it aside with a shrug, then hooked each of her legs around the arms of
her chair, spreading her wide.

“So
pretty,” he said, stroking a finger down her cleft. “Pink and glistening, like
a jewel.” His fingers found her clit and began stroking it. Eva struggled to
hold back her moan of pleasure.

“There’s
no need to fight it,” he assured her in a soft voice as he stroked her faster.
“The more you fight it, the more you’re denying yourself release.” He slid two
fingers inside her with his other hand. “Admit it. You want me.”

“No.”
She meant for the word to sound firm, but it came out as a breathy moan as he
pumped his fingers in and out of her. Whether she wanted it or not, the
pleasure was building quickly. She pushed her hips against his hand, and
instantly he stopped, leaving her aching.

“Your
body doesn’t agree with your words.”

“Please,”
she begged, straining, but he was gripping her hips with one hand, the other
teasing her folds gently,
enough
to increase the ache
without offering anything more than a hint of release. “Stop this torture.”

“Do
you want me?” He thrust a finger in her suddenly and she arched her back,
moaning.

“I—”
the words stuck in her throat. She knew she did, but she felt as though
admitting it would mean defeat. There was a battle of wills
being
waged here, and if she gave in she would lose. Unfortunately she was having an
awful lot of trouble remembering why losing would be so bad.

“Tell
me. You know it’s true.” He pinched her clit hard enough that there was equal
parts pain and pleasure. “You can end it with a few simple words. Do you want
me?”

“Yes,”
she finally sobbed, giving in. “Yes, I want you. Now please, finish it!”

He
grinned wickedly. “But of course.”

Leaning
down, he stroked his tongue down her folds as he shoved his fingers into her.
She would have screamed had he not clamped a hand over her mouth. This time he
allowed her to push her hips against his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue
and fingers, pumping three, four into her as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Now that she was no longer fighting it, the pleasure built with terrifying
speed until it was released with the force of a tidal wave, ripping through
her. His
hand over her mouth kept her from letting the entire
building know
just how awesome, how terrible, how delicious it felt.
She’d never had an orgasm like that before in her life.

Once
she’d stopped trembling, he pulled back and looked up at her. Eva realized he
had gone to his knees, and felt a certain amount of pride in that. He,
Greyson
Stone, CEO of Creative Enterprises and her boss,
nonetheless, had knelt on the hard floor in his ten-thousand dollar suit and
pleasured her until she’d seen stars

“
There
now.” He sat back on his haunches for a moment before
rising up to his full height. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

Towering
over her once more, Eva suddenly felt terribly embarrassed in her position,
with her legs thrown over the arms of her chair and her dress rucked up.
Hastily, she lowered her feet back to the ground and pulled her dress down
tight over her body.

“No.
It wasn’t.” She frowned as she smoothed some lingering wrinkles down over her
ample hips, wondering why he would want her. She was no skinny model. Rather
than asking, her eyes drifted to his tented crotch. “Though I don’t see why you
didn’t take any pleasure yourself.”

“I
was trying to prove a point.” His hands circled her waist and he pulled her to
her feet. “Now that I have, I won’t hesitate to.” Glancing at his watch, he
frowned. “Unfortunately, it’s time for you to get back to work. We will have to
continue this another time.”

“Yes,
sir.” She inclined her head, surprised at the feeling of disappointment. Surely
she would be jumping at the chance to get back to work? “I will be outside if
you need me.”

He
smiled wolfishly. “I’m sure you will.”

****

The
rest of the afternoon passed briskly, but without incident. In fact, Eva would
have considered it a comfortable day if it weren’t for the hunger clawing at
her stomach. She wasn’t allowed to eat at the desk, and even if she had been of
a mind to her food was in the break room downstairs, well out of her reach.

Greyson
, being the boss, had no such restrictions—he went
out and returned with takeout Chinese. The aroma had nearly driven her mad with
hunger. By the time six-o’clock rolled around, she was absolutely ravenous. She
packed up hastily and was making a beeline for the elevator when
Greyson
stepped out.

“Eva.”
Pausing, she bit back a curse and then turned to face him. One of his hands was
tucked casually into his pocket as he smiled. “I was wondering if you would
like to join me for dinner?”

Her
jaw dropped. “You’re inviting me out to eat?”

One
of his shoulders shrugged. “It is partially my fault you missed lunch, and I
feel guilty for not bringing you anything back. It’s the least I could do.”

She
looked at him dubiously. “What do you propose? Perhaps a quick lunch at a diner
or café?”

He
gave her a lopsided grin. “I had something a little classier in mind.”

Of
course he did. A man like him might go to Panda Express once in a while, but
he’d never take a woman to a fast food joint—especially not one he
intended to sleep with.

“I
suppose I wouldn’t mind letting you buy me dinner.”

“Good.”
He crossed the distance and took her arm. “Let’s go, then.”

The
place she was whisked off to
was
far from a
McDonald’s. It was an exclusive restaurant owned by a famous French chef, and
boasted a wide variety of culinary delights. The waiter brought them a vintage
red, and they sat out on the terrace sipping their wine and gazing out over
Central Park. She could see Central Park lake sparkling and reflecting the
vibrant colors of the setting sun, while people—so tiny and insignificant
from up here—walked, ran or biked along the paths.

“This
is beautiful.” She had a view of Central Park from her own apartment, but it
was nothing like this.

“I’m
glad you like it.” He reached across the table and twined his fingers with
hers.
She shivered as the pad of his thumb lightly stroked
the webbing between her thumb and forefinger—a sensitive spot, and from
the gleam in his eye
,
he knew it
. “This is one
of my favorite places to come to eat out.”

It
also cost a fortune, if the menu prices were to be believed. She would have
winced if it weren’t for the fact that he was not only paying, but he could
well afford the expense. Recklessly, she ordered the most expensive dish on the
menu, and proudly told the waiter her choice.
Greyson
only smiled, as though she were a child who, in a fit of pique attempting to
get back at her parent, had instead done something terribly amusing. Shame
filled her. Of course he wouldn’t care either way. She was just making herself
look foolish.

Rather
than make a fuss, she allowed him to draw her into conversation over the meal.
She found out he’d grown up in Boston, and at one point had considered going to
MIT for their Engineering program. Instead, shortly after getting out high
school, he had landed a position as an assistant manager for a locally owned
store, and found that he liked the business side of things. He had instead
graduated from Boston College with an MBA and had gone on to New York after
running a variety of successful business ventures for others to start on his
own.

Eva
offered sparse details about her own life, not necessarily because she wanted
to hide anything, but because compared to his accomplishments she felt as
though her life was a failure. Because she’d gotten a job straight out of high
school, and a rather cushiony one at that, she felt as though it wasn’t
necessary for her to go to college, that she would be perfectly content with
where she was at. She had no concept of job security, of the state of the
economy, of anything outside her little sphere. And so when the company had
folded, she was left out in the cold.

Despite
this, he seemed perfectly content with the anecdotes she did tell him—of
life with her family in Oyster Bay, of different trips she’d taken and various
exploits she’d had with her friends. A few times he’d even chuckled as she’d
detailed some of the more mischievous doings she and her friends had gotten
themselves into. Retelling them put a smile to her face as well—it had
been a long time since she’d done anything so care free.

Once
the meal was over, he took her for a walk down in the park. The sun was nearly
gone by then, with only the gilt edges remaining as twilight reigned over the
sky. Nowhere else in the city was it more obvious that spring had
arrived—the profusion of greenery, the quiet chirping of birds settling
down for the night, and the fragrance of a multitude of blossoms drifting over
the wind were the season’s banner being flown high and proud.

“I
love nature,” she said with a quiet sigh as they walked along a path near the
lake. She could hear distant chatter and laughter of other people also out to
enjoy the beauty Central Park provided, but there weren’t as many as they were
during the day now that the sun had darkened the foliage. People liked to see
the blossoms in full color, after all.

“So
do I,” he told her, his hand at the small of her back. “This place shows us the
bright side of life—that we can take pleasure in the sights, sounds and
smells of the world. His hand inched a little lower, brushing the curve of her
bottom. “And other things, too.”

Her
pulse leaped as he turned her onto a smaller trail, one off the beaten path
that lead into a cluster of trees. “Where are we going?”

“For
some privacy.”

He
backed her up against the tall, sturdy trunk of a tree—it was too dark
for her to tell what kind it was. The craggy bark dug in between her shoulder
blades, but she could hardly focus on the discomfort as his lips took hers. Their
first kiss was not gentle, but neither was it particularly rough. It was simply
impassioned, filled with the edge of hunger, yet there was a quality to it that
told her he was in no hurry to have that hunger fulfilled.

“I’ve
wanted to kiss your pouty lips since the first moment you stepped into my
office,” he told her after he’d pulled away with a tug of his teeth on her lower
lip. “You taste like everything I could ever hope for.”

“Oh?”
she asked breathlessly as he scorched the side of her neck with kisses. “And
what was it you were hoping for?”

“Sex
incarnate.”

She’d
never before thought of herself that way, but she certainly felt it now, as he
heated her with his touch. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip
bone, an insistent reminder that she’d yet to fulfill her end of the bargain,
and yet he made no move other than to taste her, touch her, inflame her. She
felt as though each breath against her skin, each stroke of his thumb against
the nipples poking through the fabric of her dress, was a bellows being poured
into her furnace, stroking the banked coals of her desire to impossible levels
of heat. She was panting, flushed, her pussy throbbing and wet, and he hadn’t
even gotten her clothes off.

“Wait,”
she gasped as he began sliding his hands up her dress. They paused mid-thigh,
so close to the center of her torment. But she had to do this. He had pleasured
her selflessly this afternoon, despite the fact that she had promised him
pleasure as well. It was time for her to uphold her end of the bargain.

Without
giving an explanation she reached down and yanked his belt free. With fumbling
fingers she undid his pants, then reached in to wrap her fingers around his
cock. She gasped as she realized he wore nothing beneath his pants—her
fingers met the velvet steel of his shaft, and he sucked in a breath rapidly as
she wrapped her fingers around it. It was too dark to see, but she was able to
discern by touch, by rubbing her fingers up and down his length, that he was a
large man in more ways than one.