Run to Him: The Full Novel: A Domination/Submission Alpha Male Billionaire Suspenseful Romance (The Billionaire's Beck and Call Book 4) (3 page)

Was I supposed to tip her, or…?

Before I could figure it out, she was walking away, her hips swaying above seamed stockings, and a hint of black panty peeking out from beneath her skirt. A loud
ding
behind me made me jump, and the elevator slid open like a mouth, waiting for me to enter.

Everything’s fine, Lucy. If you don’t like what he has to say, you leave! It’s as simple as that… Simple as that.

I breathed deeply and stepped into the dim elevator car. I shivered as the silver doors slid shut, sealing me in.

The beast has got me
, I thought, and giggled at what nonsense that was.
The beast has got
me
now, and it’s going to devour me, bit by bit.

The clutch I held vibrated in my hand, and for a moment, I just stared at it, dumbfounded, before reaching in and pulling out my phone. The phone Max gave me the first day I set foot in his mansion.

His name flashed across the screen, the buzzing like a shock through my arm. I swiped “dismiss.”

So, I guess he found my little parting gift.

My stomach did a little flip inside of me, but I stood tall, willing myself to calm the fuck down. The last thing I needed now was to have Maxwell Pierce on the brain. I needed to face whatever was waiting for me head on, with nerves of steel. I couldn’t let the thought of him, or the pain of my shattered heart, get in the way of doing what I needed to do. Of making sure Alex and I were taken care of, no matter what. Of proving to a certain Mr. Pierce that I didn’t need his goddamn money, and I could stand on my own two feet, despite what he thought.

The phone buzzed again. I turned it off just as the elevator shuddered to a halt and the doors slid open.

The penthouse was a huge space, pillars reaching up to a lofty ceiling; lush carpets and draped crimson curtains gave the place a luxurious feel, despite the shadows creeping over every surface. The only light came from a massive fireplace along one wall, and a couple of gas lamps turned low. A wall of windows stood before me, arched and beautiful, showing the twinkling lights of the city, far away, down into the valley.

“Lucy.”

A low voice met my ears, coming from my left, by the fire.

“Please come in.”

I moved closer and saw the outline of a man’s arms silhouetted above the arm of a wing-back chair, and something below it, moving up and down. I knitted my brow, squinting, waiting for my eyes to adjust. A gurgling, gasping sound echoed through the space, then quieted, before resuming.

When my eyes focused on the sight before me, I gasped and froze where I stood. There he was, his face half in shadow, half in firelight, watching me with grey-blue eyes, so like Max’s, and yet colder, somehow. More dangerous. He held my gaze as his hand held a woman’s ponytail, pushing her face down onto his hard cock again and again. He wore an immaculate suit, and hadn’t removed anything—just opened his fly, his erection jutting out proudly as the woman bobbed up and down on him.

“Wha…”

A sound escaped my mouth more like a whoosh of air than a word.

I should have looked away. I should have stopped staring at his dick, being serviced right there in front of me. I should have turned around and started pounding on the elevator’s “down” button as hard as humanly possible and gotten the fuck
out
of there.

But for some reason, I didn’t do any of those things. I stood there, watching it all, my eyes as wide as saucers, frozen like a kid just caught peeking in the boys’ locker room, knowing I was in desperate trouble, but unable to tear my eyes away.

When I met his eyes again, I saw the smile there, the hungry grin crinkling the corners of his eyes as he watched me watching.

“Please, Lucy,” he said, his voice as calm and natural as if he were pouring me a cup of coffee instead of getting head from a strange blonde, right in front of me. “Have a seat.”

I hesitated, then, following his hand with my eyes as he gestured to a wingback just across from him. From
them
. I took one step forward, then a half step back, almost falling off my heels.

His low chuckle sent shivers up my spine.

Just who does this asshole think he is?

The sound of his low laugh was like the hearth fire, melting away any fear inside of me and stoking my anger up to a hearty blaze.

Did he set this up just to laugh at me? To see if I would crumble? Run away, maybe? What is this, some kind of twisted game of sexual “chicken”?

If it was a game, I had news for him. Little Lucy Willcox didn’t fuck around when it came to playing games. I always played to win.

My stubbornness was legendary.

I stomped over to the offered wingback and plopped down in it, crossing my legs as well as my arms. I looked at him expectantly, and valiantly tried to ignore the slurping sounds issuing from the mouth of the petite blonde on the ground not four feet away, gagging around the thick shaft of my mysterious admirer.

“You wanted to see me, Mr…?”

I sat stiffly in the chair, not daring give away how uncomfortable I really was, how afraid… or how incredibly turned on I was, and how deeply ashamed of that realization.

“Alastor,” he replied. “Lucas Alastor.”

He pushed down hard on the blonde’s head, urging her to take him deeper, even as he watched me, his face calm and impassive. The woman gagged, but he didn’t let up; didn’t let her recover. She inhaled a noisy breath around her mouthful of cock and kept sucking, moaning around him as she took all he had to give. The top of her short red dress was pulled down, her tits exposed and bouncing as he fucked her eager mouth, her cheeks ruddy and shining with saliva, her lipstick smeared and mascara running.

“Mr. Alastor,” I began, and winced.

My voice was higher than it should be; my throat tensed and shoulders high. I urged myself to breath.

“Mr. Alastor, I came here tonight against my better judgment because you asked me to hear you out. I’m here, now, so… what
exactly
did you want to discuss with me?”

He smirked, then, looking me over as if he were impressed. His eyes were piercing, even in the low light, his face stern, but with hints of mischief around the mouth and eyes that made him incredibly handsome and dangerously sexy.

“Very well,” he said, grinning even wider, his breathing still calm and steady, considering the enthusiastic blowjob he was receiving. “I called you here on a matter of business, Lucy. Well… mostly business, anyway.”

He gripped the blonde’s hair with two hands now, pushing her down forcefully onto his cock, making her sputter. His legs were spread wide, bracing himself on either side of her as he used her mouth like a fuck toy.

I squirmed in my seat and tugged down on the hem of my dress. As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, my panties were soaking wet, watching him like this, using some woman in front of me, like it was nothing. My pussy was on fire, my body tingling each time he pushed down and his shaft disappeared almost fully into her wet, hungry mouth. My nipples stiffened beneath the gauzy fabric of my dress. I wondered it he could see them.

“I’m looking for an assistant, Lucy. One who can attend to me day or night, at work, as well as in my home. One who can work despite certain… distractions, shall we say, and who can be discreet.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, then, and I nodded at him, urging him to continue.

“I need someone who can take dictation while I use one of my toys, for instance.”

“Your… toys?”

“Like now, sweet Lucy. Here.”

He kept his eyes locked on mine, forcing the woman’s head down again and again.

“I don’t even know this toy’s name.”

He bucked into her throat, and she gagged around him, then moaned loudly enough to make the hair on my arms raise.

“And here you are, conversing with me while I use her for my pleasure. That’s exactly the kind of assistant I’m in need of, my dear.”

I took a deep breath, my heart racing in my chest like I was running away from a threat. Like I was being pursued by some unseen predator, fleeing in the dark.

“I… I see,” I said. “A-are there any other job requirements I should know about?”

“You mean, do I expect to fuck you, too?”

His laugh crawled over my skin, making me shiver.

“Well, not unless you’d like me to, Lucy,” he said, winking at me. “But, no. This position would require you to wear a uniform of my choosing, and agree to certain restrictions, but you wouldn’t be my prostitute, my dear.”

His gaze bored into me.

“I have plenty of toys. I need someone who I can pay to keep my secrets while helping me run my business.”

“Do you have many secrets, Mr. Alastor?”

My voice shook, but I couldn’t help it. This was all too strange; too intense. Too fucking hot, and twisted, and sick, all at the same time.

“Oh, yes, Lucy,” he said, grinning again. “Which is why I need someone I can trust. Can you be that someone? Can I trust you, Lucy?”

I opened my mouth, but for a moment, no sound came out.

Could I do this job? Could I watch him fuck these women—these
toys
of his—and work as his assistant at the same time? Could I keep my mouth shut about his kinks? His perversions, whatever they were? Could I give him
my
trust, and believe that he’d treat me well? That he wouldn’t cross the line?

Hell, could I keep myself away from that line, or would I try to jump him, remembering how incredible he felt inside me on that terrible night we were together?

My pussy ached, then, hot and ready to be filled. God, this was insane…

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now come over here and help me, will you?”

I stood automatically, then hesitated, wondering what the hell he could possibly mean.

“Come here,” he commanded, and I did as he said, crossing over until I stood just above his blonde.

Oh, God, what am I doing?

“Pull her head back and hold it, won’t you, Lucy?”

He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her off him with a wet
pop
, then took my hands and placed them on either side of her head. She sat back on her feet, her naked breasts jutting at him as he stood up before her. With trembling hands, I tilted her head back, taking in her wide-open mouth and shut eyes before my eyes locked on him—his stiff, thick cock—bobbing just inches from my hands. I could reach out and touch it if I wanted to…

“Yes, that’s it,” he said, his voice suddenly heavy with need. “Hold her just like that.”

He stroked himself right there, right in front of me, his large, fine hand sliding over his length as he aimed right toward those cherry-red lips, smeared and glistening, ready to take all he had to give.

My fingers stiffened against her temples, the scent of him--of his arousal, his skin, and the subtle scent of his expensive cologne—filling my nostrils as he worked his cock, breathing faster now, his muscles straining beneath his perfectly fitted trousers and crisp white shirt.

I whimpered as he came, shooting jet after jet of pearly-white cum down onto the blonde’s waiting tongue. Some of it hit her cheeks, some streaked her smoky eyelid, and one droplet shot onto the webbing between my thumb and forefinger, warm and wet against my skin. I bit my lip, trying not to stare and failing utterly.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, GOD.

He smelled incredible, and as I watched the woman below me swallow and gleefully scoop his cum into her mouth, for the space of a heartbeat, I wished it were me there, on my knees, tasting him…savoring the taste of him.

“So,” Mr. Alastor said, snapping me out of my reverie. “What do you say, Lucy? Are you interested in discussing the position further?”

The blonde licked his shaft clean as I watched, my head spinning.

“I, uh, uh…”

“I have a contract I’m sure you’d like to look over,” he said, tucking his still-hard cock back into his pants and adjusting himself. “If you’d like to move forward.”

I released the blonde’s head and moved back a step, suddenly feeling dizzy. This was all too crazy, too fast, too much.

Then again, I needed a job, and fast, or I was going to be in some serious shit. I didn’t even have a place to stay, for God’s sake!

“Okay,” I squeaked.

“Yes? Excellent!”

He clapped his hands together, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Leave us,” he said, still looking at me.

For a moment, I hesitated, and turned to gather my clutch from the wingback.

What the hell? Mixed signals much?

The blonde woman stood, grinning from ear to ear, although her eyes were lowered. She jogged out of the room without even pulling her dress up, pert breasts bouncing on her way out. The door shut with a quiet
click
behind her.

“Lucy.”

Mr. Alastor grabbed my wrist, and for a moment, I froze, suddenly afraid. He was strong—stronger than he looked, even, and he was tall, his shoulders broad.