The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage) (6 page)

It was the submission and yes, humiliation, they craved.

Some men wanted to be punished by a woman. They needed the release of pain, of being bound and forced to submit just for a while. Mistress L could give that to them too. And yeah, sometimes the men came in the midst of the pain because it was a release. If not, she was sure they jacked off in the privacy of the hotel room she’d left them in, but she was very clear about what she would and wouldn’t do.

Mistress L didn’t touch her submissives sexually. Ever.

So it said a lot about her own needs when it came to Donovan Morgan if the first thing she wanted to do was grab his cock and bend him over that sleek black Jaguar to see if she could make him roar like the powerful engine under the hood.

With a sigh, she texted Marie the all clear, even though her thoughts about the man were far from it. She wanted to accept his challenge. He was an incredibly complex man, and she suspected he was on the edge. He had to be pretty desperate to hire a private investigator to find him a Mistress. There had to be dozens of Mistresses in the Twin Cities area alone and they would have been at the clubs, easier to contact. Easier to negotiate exactly what he wanted. Yet he’d come after her with the single-minded purpose that had made him a billionaire.

Why me?

She knew. The same reason she wanted to accept even though it went against her carefully constructed rules.

He’d looked at those pictures and seen a Mistress he also wanted sexually. He saw the woman
and
the Mistress and he wanted them both.

She looked at him in all his arrogant pride and explosive temper, and saw a man she’d love to muss up. She wanted to knock him off balance and watch him stammer. She wanted to make him so furious he’d explode with lust. And then she wanted to bring him to his knees with the force of his need.

Only for me.

With a sigh, she flipped open her laptop and began going through her contacts, clients and colleagues on both sides of her professions. Donovan Morgan was right in one regard. If she was going to accept his BDSM contract, it was a one woman/one man job. On the other contract, though, she’d need every stained glass artist on call that she knew.

I’ll need all my focus on him if I’m going to survive both of his contracts.

Chapter Four

Just before ten the next morning, Donovan paced frantically back and forth in front of the windows of his office. He’d been up since five and hadn’t slept well the few hours he’d tried to rest. He’d jogged on the treadmill until he wanted to drop. He’d jacked off twice last night and again this morning, trying to take the edge off. To gain a little control. A little separation from the desperate aching need like a bowling ball in the pit of his stomach. But all it took was one thought of Lilly Harrison and he went rock hard again.

Damn it.

He reached down and adjusted himself.
This is ridiculous.
He glared at his eager dick pushing against the seam of his trousers.
You’re not a randy teenager getting a woody every time a pretty girl walks by. You can control this.

The intercom buzzed and he sucked in a deep breath, his cock surging so hard he was afraid the material wouldn’t hold. He threw himself down into his chair and pressed the answer button. “Yes?”

His voice vibrated with what he hoped his secretary thought was fury.

“Mr. Morgan?” Miss Wruthers squeaked, if possible even higher and more irritating than normal. The way every one of her sentences seemed to end in a question put his teeth on edge, but he didn’t respond. Shouting at the poor woman to stop being so hesitant surely wouldn’t help. “Miss Harrison is here?”

“Thank you.” He forced himself to speak slowly and calmly. “Send her in.”

This time, he wouldn’t rise and greet her politely.
I can’t. Or she’ll see the massive hard-on threatening to tear my pants. She’ll just have to assume I’m being my normal arrogant self.

When Lilly walked into his office, he frantically thanked every deity known to man that he’d remained seated. Because he would have thoroughly humiliated himself. As it was, he nearly came in his pants.

She wore a high-collared, low-cut red blouse the same color as her painted toes, a tight, black pencil skirt hugging every inch of her glorious hips, and those shoes. The ones from the pictures. So high he didn’t know how a woman could possibly walk in them. But she did, each step swaying her hips in a hypnotic dance that made his mouth go dry with lust. When she sat down and crossed her legs, the short black skirt rode up enough to show him the top of her stockings.

He gulped, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Real thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. A thin strip of bare thigh tantalized him above the silk. It made him think about sliding his hand up that skirt, seeking what else she might have on beneath the material. Or better yet, nothing at all.

“Good morning, Mr. Morgan.” She leaned down to set her portfolio beside her on the floor, giving him a good, long look down her shirt. No bra met his gaze, just plump breasts lifted by what looked like a black corset. “Did you sleep well last night?”

Dear God. A corset. Stockings. If she pulls a crop out of her bag I’m going to pass out when my dick explodes.

He jammed a finger at the intercom and barked, “Coffee,” at his secretary.

“Evidently not.” Lilly laughed softly, a deep velvety purr making him quiver in his chair. “Too bad. You’re going to need all your wits about you for this contract negotiation.”

Ah, so that’s her game. She deliberately wore this outrageously sexy outfit to make sure she gets what she wants.

With a glare, he retorted, “It’s not going to work.”

Her eyebrows rose and she looked at him innocently. “What’s not going to work?”

“This.” He waved a hand at her and averted his gaze, sure he blushed like a virgin. Which only made his cheeks burn hotter. “Some sexy clothes aren’t going to make me lose my head and give you what you want.”

The door opened and Miss Wruthers scurried in with a cup of coffee. Wide eyed, she froze at the corner of his desk, her gaze flickering between them both.

Lilly lounged in her chair in a sexy drape of negligent ease that made him want to leap up and pace frantically again. Or better yet, maybe he’d just bury his face in her cleavage. “You’re going to give me exactly what I want, Mr. Morgan, and it’s not going to be because of my clothes.”

Miss Wruthers made a low, desperate sound like a bleat and plopped the cup on the desk hard enough some of it sloshed out onto the cherry top. She let out another frantic cry and ran around the desk to the filing cabinet on the other side of the room, rummaging around loudly in search of something to mop up the stain.

Lilly bent down again, and he swore a button of her blouse must have popped open because he saw even more cleavage this time. The brown of her aureoles peeked above the corset. “Don’t worry, Miss Wruthers, I have a napkin right here. I’m such a slob I always carry around some wipes to clean up after myself.”

She rose up enough to blot the spilled coffee, giving him a wink that made him think about why she might have napkins and wipes stowed in her bag. Other messes she might find necessary to clean. He very nearly groaned out loud.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Morgan.” Miss Wruthers wrung her hands. “Let me get you another cup.”

He forced himself to turn his head and look at her. Anything to get his gaze off Lilly before he embarrassed himself. “It’s all right, Miss Wruthers.” He even managed a smile, though it was stiff and hurt his face. “This cup is fine, though I’m sure Miss Harrison would like a cup too.”

“Of course. How do you like your coffee, ma’am?”

Lilly handed her the wet napkin. “Strong and stout with just a splash of cream to soften the bite.”

Damn it, she even made coffee sound wicked.

“Right away.”

They waited in silence for the promised cup. Lilly watched him with a smile hovering on her luscious lips, while he was afraid he probably looked at her like a poisonous viper was ready to devour him. He drummed his fingers on the desk, which made her lips curve even more. So he picked up the cup and took a big drink, practically spluttering it all over himself when he burned all the taste buds off the top of his tongue.
Great. Just what I needed. A sore tongue. If I was going to have a sore tongue, I thought it’d be because…

He slammed the door shut, locked it and mentally threw away the key.

“Here’s your cup, ma’am.” His secretary practically thrust the cup into Lilly’s hands and then fled to the door. “If you need anything else, just ring, sir.”

He waited until the door closed. Then he took another drink of the coffee, carefully this time so he didn’t fry his whole mouth. Another sip. Determined to let her speak first, he refused to even look at her. Even when she bent down to pull something out of her bag again.

“I took the liberty of making a few adjustments to both contracts after consulting with my personal attorney last night. I’ve written in my requirements and struck out a few clauses that I don’t agree to. Where should we start, Mr. Morgan?”

He cleared his throat and picked up his favorite pen. His father had given it to him upon his college graduation and he’d carried it ever since. The solid weight of the fountain pen helped him regain his sense of balance and purpose. “Let’s begin with the stained glass commission.”
I’ll be on solid ground there.

She passed the papers to him and sipped her coffee while he scanned through her adjustments. For the most part, she’d accepted his contract, which was pretty standard industry wide promising payment for an art project. She would provide detailed designs within thirty days in writing, and he’d have to approve them, again in writing, before she would begin work to protect herself in the end if he decided he hated the artwork. He would cover the costs of materials and extra labor, including additional workshop space. He nodded, all smart adjustments now that he understood more about her shop’s small setup. She’d also modified the due date to clarify there’d be no penalties incurred but that she’d target the project completion for Christmas, assuming the design and material timetables were all approved on schedule.

After learning more about the amount of work involved, he was surprised she didn’t add a few additional zeroes to the flat sum of fifty thousand dollars he’d promised above and beyond the cost of materials and labor she’d have to hire out. But she knew her business, and if she was happy with the amount, so be it. She’d be making considerably more as his Mistress anyway.

He initialed each of the additions and then passed his favorite pen to her for her to add her signature.

With a flourish, she signed her name and then passed the pen back to him. Her fingers touched his and he felt the searing contact all the way down to his cock.

“And now the more private contract.” She reached down again and pulled out the smaller stack of papers. “Before I show you the changes I made to your contract, I thought I’d show you the contract I typically offer my clients.”

His palms were sweating enough that the paper stuck to his skin. He spread the two pages—only two!—out before him and began to read, determined to read the whole thing before he spared a glance at her. Fully aware she would be watching and judging his reaction, he schooled his face to the calm, detached businessman’s mask he typically wore every single moment, day in and day out, until he wanted to rip out his own eyes and roar at the top of his lungs.

The submissive will thoroughly answer the Mistress’s questionnaire to the best of his ability. The submissive is completely responsible for notifying the Mistress of any medical or personal issues that require Her attention.

A safeword will be selected prior to any scene. Once the safeword is given, the scene will stop immediately.

Scenes may trigger unexpected memories or powerful and uncontrolled reactions from the submissive. In this case, the submissive will not be held accountable for breaking the Mistress’s orders. Before another regularly scheduled scene will be held, the submissive and Mistress must meet to discuss his reaction. The questionnaire will be revisited as needed to discuss limits and allowed physical contact.

A scene will be one hour long, weekly or monthly in frequency, until either the Mistress or submissive requests the contract be terminated without penalty.

After the scene, the submissive will provide payment of one thousand dollars to the Mistress. She may refuse to accept the funds if displeased with the submissive. The submissive may refuse to provide the funds if he’s displeased with the scene. Contract at that time will be terminated without further penalty.

The submissive will not attempt to contact Mistress L in any way except through the specified email address and only to request a reschedule of a scene or termination of contract. Any attempt at contact outside of the scene will result in termination of the contract and cessation of all scheduled scenes.

Referrals are allowed, but only if a.) The sub knows the person in question personally and is willing to vouch for their character, and b.) The Mistress agrees to meet the referral prior to any information being shared with the potential sub. If the Mistress’s private email address or name is given to another without her express consent, all previously scheduled scenes will be canceled and this contract null and void.