Dominated by Him: Servicing the Billionaire, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

Published by Adriana Rossi at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi

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Another day at work
, Mary thought to
herself as she sat down. Except, it wasn’t a normal day. No less
than twenty-four hours ago, Mary had witnessed her boss fucking and
drinking the young intern.

She relived last night’s events in her mind,
relishing the moment when Mr. White had caught her attempting to
flee down the staircase. She had been so terrified, but the idea of
being sexually punished by a man like him excited her. And
then…

A sigh escaped her mouth as she powered on
her computer. Had it all been a dream? Could it have been possible
that she and Mr. White had gone to dinner in one of the most
exclusive restaurants in America, after which he fucked her on the
carpeted floor of his town car?

She had woken up early at 5am, surprised to
find herself completely nude under her sheets. A surge of energy
had shot through her body and her eyelids snapped open. Instantly,
she was awake and her eyes would not close. She had checked herself
in the mirror and the puncture wounds on her neck had disappeared.
There was no evidence anything abnormal had occurred. Mary might
have gone about her day as if nothing had happened if she hadn’t
noticed the black cocktail dress hanging in her closet.

That was it. That was all the evidence she
had needed. Her heart clenched painfully as she anticipated facing
Mr. White after last night’s events. How would he behave towards
her? How would she react?

Mary kept herself busy to avoid thinking
about it. She managed Mr. White’s calendar and scheduled his
meetings. There was a conference he needed to attend on Thursday,
so Mary booked the travel arrangements. She cleaned her desk
several times, dusting each object meticulously. Her heels tapped
impatiently on the carpeted floor.

“What the hell is wrong with me today?” she
muttered to herself. Mary had never remembered having so much
energy. Her legs were shaking so badly it was as if she had downed
an entire pot of coffee.

She scrolled down her email list and her
heart gave a painful squeeze when she noticed a familiar name,
Matthew White
. There was no subject line. She clicked on the
email:

Miss Kramar,

Please meet me in my office at once.

Matthew White

CEO, White Group Inc.

Mary looked at the time and gasped out loud.
It was sent nearly an hour ago. She grabbed her purse and took out
her compact mirror. She adjusted her appearance with a few swipes
of her hand and bolted out of her chair. Why he had sent an email,
rather than screaming her name as he usually did? The abrupt change
in his behavior was worrying. Trembling, she pushed open his office
door.

Mr. White looked up from his desk as she
entered the room. He gave her a thin smile and gestured to the seat
in front of his desk.

Mary sat down, wondering what he had in store
for her.

“How are you feeling?”

She blinked at the question. Mr. White was
not one for small talk. She couldn’t help but feel that something
was very, very wrong. “Fine, how are you?”

An uncomfortable silence stretched between
the two of them.

“Mary,” he began in a more human voice. “I am
very ashamed at what happened last night. You don’t deserve that
kind of treatment.”

At least he acknowledged it. It was as if he
was saying goodbye, and Mary knew that Mr. White was determined to
have their relationship end. “But I liked it,” she protested.

“It can never happen again.”

“Why?” Tears momentarily choked her throat.
Mr. White blurred in her tears and she blinked furiously.

There was a bounce of Mr. White’s chair and
movement. Suddenly, he was kneeling next to her and holding her
shoulders. “Because it’s not right, Mary. I can’t trust myself
around you.”

“Mr. White, I don’t mind it! I want you!”

He shook his head sadly. “You don’t know what
you’re asking for, Mary. I am not an easy man to please.”

“But—!”

“I’m sorry,” he said in a final tone. “Go on,
Miss Kramar. Get back to work.”

His frosty tone had returned and Mary
recognized the dismissal. Sniffing slightly, she stood up and left
wordlessly. A sinking feeling in her stomach filled her with angst.
For a few glorious hours, she had the world’s most eligible
bachelor to herself. Somehow, she had ruined her chance with
him.

An idea struck her mind so quickly that it
drove all her bad feelings away. All she had to do was get him so
angry that he would lose control. Mary bit her lip nervously as she
contemplated the idea. Suppose he fired her outright?
If he
fires me, I’ll go to the press.

Earlier that day, a coworker had emailed her
a link to a social media website. She nearly spat out her coffee as
she recognized herself hanging on Mr. White’s arm.
Great,
she had thought.
As if I don’t have enough problems.
Now,
she recognized it as a blessing. If Mr. White did anything to her,
like fire her, all she had to do was make a statement to the
press.

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Mr. White had a quarter close meeting in the
afternoon in the conference room. Mary had booked it in a room with
plenty of windows and had deliberately opened the shades. She also
had unbuttoned her blouse so that a hint of cleavage was showing,
and had neglected to wear underwear or nylons. Mary had also
ordered lunch for the meeting and had made sure that it contained
lots of garlic. Mr. White loathed the smell of garlic. Anyone who
brought food containing garlic in the office was guaranteed to have
their lunch tossed in the trash. In one occasion, he had thrown
someone’s lunch out the window, suffering burns from the sunlight
in the process. Garlic was banned in the office. It was a policy as
strict as his no sunlight edict, and Mary was about to break both.
Mary shuddered at the wrath she was about to incite.

“This way,” she murmured to the group of men
waiting at the elevator. She would be attending the meeting as
well. Mr. White liked to use her for note taking; she only hoped
that this would be enough to provoke his rage. She smiled sweetly
as she held the door open for the gentlemen. Down the hall, Mr.
White was surrounded by the heads of sales and marketing as they
made their way towards the room.

They bowed their heads in acknowledgement to
her and entered the room.

“That smells great,” one of them said.

Mr. White paused beside her, his legs
stiffening under his charcoal grey suit. She could feel the heat
emanating from the man; his magnetism drew her close like a fly
lured by sweet, deadly poison. She could smell his cologne, and
remembered how the smell had clung to her sheets when she woke up.
She could still feel his cool hands forcibly parting her legs, his
member slamming into her as his lovemaking reverberated throughout
her body.

The room stunk of garlic as they began
ladling food onto their plates. The shades were also half open,
allowing slivers of light throughout the room. Mary glanced at his
profile and saw him hesitate. His lips pulled into a cruel grin as
he realized what she had done.

Mary fled the heat of his gaze and ducked
inside before he could utter a word. She sat down near his seat and
made a show of arranging her notes. Mr. White stood frozen at the
entrance.

The men began to glance at him curiously as
he continued to stand in the doorway. Everyone was seated and
waiting for him. He could not sit down with them without calling
attention to the shades and embarrassing himself. Mary propped her
face on her arm and gave him a quizzical look. As his gaze swept
across the room, his eyes fixed on her with an expression of cold
fury. His hands clenched at his sides as if he was imagining them
around her throat.

Feigning a look of embarrassment, Mary pushed
back her chair. “Oh, I’m
so sorry
Mr. White. I forgot about
your allergy.” She went to each window and closed the shades
completely, smiling broadly at Mr. White’s furious face.

With all the sunlight blocked, Mr. White
edged into the room, his nostrils flaring. “Let’s begin.”

As he sat down next to her, Mary nervously
smoothed over her skirt.

“Mr. White, as you know, we have been
fortunate this quarter with a 50% increase in profits in several
territories,” the senior director of sales operations began as the
slideshow on the projector came to life.

Mary tuned out his voice as she felt a
shock—a male, callused hand was running up her crossed legs under
the table. The hand slipped under her skirt and gripped her upper
thigh in a painful hold. His fingernails dug into her skin and Mary
knew that she would have bruises later. She bit her lip and didn’t
cry out. She didn’t dare look at him. The message was clear: Mr.
White was furious. Although it was painful, it made her pussy heat
with anticipation. He would surely punish her for this, but the
pleasure was all in the pain.

As the meeting ended, Mary gathered her notes
and stood with the intention of typing up the notes.

“Miss Kramar, Where do you think you’re
going?”

The joyful mood that preceded the end of a
successful quarter evaporated with Mr. White’s cold voice. Everyone
turned to look at her as last words of conversation in the room
fizzled out.

Despite her excitement, Mary quailed under
his anger. “I was going to type these notes, sir.”

“I want you to go to my office and stay there
until I’m done here.”

A faint tinge of pink rose in her cheeks as
she nodded and left the conference room.

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Mary spun around in the chair as the door
opened. She shot up from the chair as Mr. White emerged from the
door and took long, quick strides towards her. His hair swung
wildly around his face, and his fangs protruded from his lips. It
was scary. Unable to control her fear, she uttered a little scream
as he descended upon her.

His arm pinned her body to his chest in a
forceful embrace. Her head was jerked backwards as Mr. White
grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked. Mary found herself
looking directly into Mr. White’s smoldering gaze.

“Is this what you want?” he growled in her
face, his inch long fangs looked deadly from this angle. “You
humiliated me in front of my associates. You wanted to provoke me,
and you have—you stupid girl.”

The venom in his voice made her flinch—but it
was true. Even trapped in his painful hold, she wanted him to own
her, to make her cry out, to fuck her until her sex was sore. What
she wanted was so tantalizingly close that her pussy was soaked
with arousal. Having neglected to wear panties, it dripped down her
thighs.

His nostrils flared. “I can smell your need
for me, but why should I give you what you want?”

His fingers snapped open her blouse and began
to tease her, his fingers just brushing the top of her breasts. But
then he seized her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pinching
hard with his thumbnail.

“Ah!”

His breathing was getting heavier, and Mary
knew that he would not be able to stop himself from taking her. She
seized the back of his head and thrust her neck into his face.

“Stop,” he whispered. He pulled away
slightly, but could not get the smell of her blood out of his nose.
His lips touched her carotid artery, the pulse beating against his
skin. His nose nuzzled her flesh and his tongue darted out briefly
to taste her.

His quick breaths in her ear made her pussy
clench. It was intoxicating to know how much power she held over
this man. Her hand slid down the length of his body and rubbed over
his hardened erection. She gave it a gentle squeeze.

That was a mistake. He yanked on her hair so
that she moaned and bit her neck savagely. His fangs sunk into her
neck and warmth gushed out, spilling over his mouth and tongue. He
sucked on the wound like a man starved of water.

She continued to stroke the outside of his
pants, grinding her palm against the coiled member. With every
squeeze of her hand, Mr. White bit down harder, the movements of
his tongue making Mary moan with pleasure. It was an incredibly
intimate feeling, almost as if he was sucking on her pussy. She
melted into his arms. Pleasure seeped into her bones, but she was
still aching to be rammed into.

Mr. White withdrew his mouth from her neck
and swallowed. Dizzy, Mary almost fell when he released her.