The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) (29 page)

"You
realize, Jessika, that everyone's left for the day.  Almost everyone, that is. 
Mr. Landseer decided to allow a rare early leave from work to celebrate an
especially sweet accomplishment.  Landseer Enterprises has just made a deal
with another company that's previously been very reluctant to work with us. 
The future is looking bright."

"No one
told me," I whimpered.  Trying to escape his seething gaze, I pressed
myself against the back of the cool leather couch.

"That's
funny.  First, no one told you that Joel Newgood went on vacation, and next no
one told you that you could've left the office a bit over an hour ago?  That's
quite a coincidence, don't you think?"

I shook my
head.  "I don't know.  I'm sorry."

"I think
you wanted to be here for some other reason.  I think you saw something you
liked when you were my assistant the other day, and you decided to wait until
the other office workers left so you could sneak in and grab it.  Was it the
perfume?  Sweet, isn't it?  Unfortunately I've already given it away.  To my
lover."

I remembered
now.  Of course I knew of the perfume, the citrusy smelling one with a hint of
vanilla and something else, but I realized now that I knew it from two places. 
Solomon's office, yes, but then I'd smelled it on Beatrice that night, too. 
When she wore it, it must have settled and mixed with her natural scent, giving
it a slightly different aroma.  Still, I should have recognized it! 

If I did, if...
What?  There was nothing I could do.

"I,"
Solomon said, "have a wonderful idea.  Let's forget all about this.  I
don't want to get you into trouble, you know.  I'm sure we can come up with a
better solution, one that works in both of our favors."

"Yes." 
I nodded fast.  "Yes, let's do that."

And then he was
on me.  His mouth latched onto mine and he pressed himself atop me on the
couch.  Caught off guard, I stared at him in shock.  Only when he'd managed to
undo half of the buttons on my blouse did I regain some of my composure.

"Solomon!"
I said through his kisses.  "What are you...?"

"Quiet,
whore," he said.  "That's what you're going to be if you don't want
me to expose you as a thief and have you fired on the spot.  Just stay quiet
and enjoy this, or I will completely ruin any chance you have at working for
Landseer Enterprises in the future.  Not just that, but I have contacts in many
places.  Please don't make me do that to you."

He continued
unbuttoning my shirt while I tried to slap his hands away.  Forceful and with
no regard for me or my thoughts, he grabbed my hands in one arm and thrust them
over my head, pinning them to the wall behind his office couch.  With his free
hand, he yanked open my blouse and admired my bra-covered breasts.

"Nice,"
he said.  "I wish you were more cooperative.  I'd like to take off the
rest of your clothes, but I'm afraid you're just going to do or say something
unnecessary."

"Please,"
I said.  "You can't do..."

Before I could
say more, he spread my legs open and jammed his hand between my thighs.  I
sputtered and coughed, surprised at the suddenness of it.  Without a care in
the world, Solomon pulled aside my panties and palmed my bare, hot sex.

"Mmm,"
he said.  "You're so warm.  Not wet, yet, but I'll fix that.  You'll get
into the mood very fast."

He moved his
hand and I tried to scream, but before I could he shoved me onto the couch. 
Disoriented, I blinked away my surprise and tried to recompose myself.  Before
I could, he heaved himself on top of me and pinned me to the couch, covering my
mouth with his hand.

"Don't
scream," he said.  "Just accept this.  You know you want it.  I felt
your heat and your passion.  You're struggling, but that's all a part of the
game, isn't it?"

I only saw his
eyes, his face, up close and blocking my view of everything else.  What I heard
frightened me, though.  A zipper, his, coming undone.  He ostensibly fumbled
with his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling out his cock.  He pulled my thighs
apart, ready to drive himself into me, and...

"Ahem!"
someone said from the doorway.

Solomon panicked
and jumped to his feet, up and away from me, off of me.  He stood at attention
and looked to the figure standing in his office doorway, calmly replacing his
shaft inside his pants and zipping them up.

Asher Landseer. 
It was Asher.  I blinked away tears, ashamed at myself, and hurried to button
up my blouse.  Asher stared at me, frowning, looking so very disappointed.

"I see you've
found my assistant," Asher said.  "Thank you, Solomon.  I wasn't sure
where she'd gone off to."

"Your
assistant?" Solomon asked, brow furrowed.  "She said she was helping
Joel Newgood."

"She must
have been confused.  I told her to go to Joel's office."

"For
what?" Solomon asked, suspicious.

"The weekly
reports?  What else would she go there for?"

Solomon cursed
under his breath and stomped his foot on the carpet.  "This isn't what it
looks like, Asher.  I thought she was off the clock.  She was coming on to me
rather strong."

"She does
that," Asher said.  "She doesn't mean to, though.  We're working on
it.  Right, Jessika?"

I staggered to
my feet and nodded, nearly in tears.  "Yes, I'm sorry.  I was mistaken. 
I'm so, so sorry.  I didn't mean to do it."

Solomon brushed
it off, scoffing.  "I don't care, really.  Just tell her to keep her
hormones in check next time."

Asher nodded. 
"Of course.  Sorry for the inconvenience." 

With that, as I
stumbled towards the door, towards Asher, he grabbed me.  Asher pulled me out
of Solomon's office, glaring and gritting his teeth.  We left without closing
the door, and a moment later I heard it slam shut.  Looking down the hallway
while Asher dragged me along, I saw Solomon walking the other way, away from
us.

"My fucking
God," Asher said, barely above a whisper.  "You.  Are.  Seriously... 
My fucking God!"

"I'm so
sorry," I said, sobbing.  Tears streamed down my face.  "I'm so
sorry, Asher.  I'm so sorry."

I lost track of
my sense of self.  It felt like we walked through Landseer Tower forever.  This
is where I started, and this is where I would always be.  There was no more or
no less than this, ever.

Halfway through
walking, turning over his shoulder to see if anyone could see us, Asher
paused.  I cried harder, unsure what else to do.  Asher ignored it, ignored me,
and picked me up.  Cradling me in his arms like some child, he carried me the
rest of the way to his office.

"The
door?" he asked, patient and kind.  I reached out and fumbled with it,
barely managing to open it.  Asher kicked it the rest of the way open, then
kicked it shut with the heel of his foot after he scooped me inside.  Setting
me on the floor, he began pacing back and forth.

"You're so
reckless!" he yelled.  "Why would you do that?  What were you
thinking?  With Solomon Royce, no less?  I don't even understand!"

"I didn't flirt with him," I said, shoving aside my tears with the
sleeves of my blouse.  "I swear, I didn't!  I didn't want to do that,
Asher.  I promise.  He... he was forcing me.  He was trying to blackmail me. 
I..."

"Shh,"
Asher said.  He pulled me into his arms.  "Shh, I know.  Jeremy told me. 
I came to get you.  The door was locked.  You shouldn't do that.  I don't know
what I would have done if something happened to you."

I dove into him,
pressing my face into his chest.  I twisted my head around and listened to his
heartbeat; a minor comfort while I drenched his shirt with my tears.  "I'm
so sorry.  I'm so, so sorry."

"I love
you," he said without warning.  "Jessika, I love you.  I know I
shouldn't.  This is so strange.  But, I do.  I don't want anything to happen to
you.  You can't do something like that again.  I don't care what the reason
is.  Please, promise me."

"I
promise," I said.  "I'm sorry.  I... I love you, Asher."

When I said
this, something changed.  I don't know if it was mental, physical, or another
feeling entirely, but I felt better, like I'd suddenly become a better person. 
I was still worried, nervous, and scared after what had happened in Solomon
Royce's office, but I wasn't sure if any of that mattered.  I didn't think it
did as long as I was here with Asher.

He held me in
his arms, squeezed me tight and embraced everything I was.  I needed more,
though.

My hands reached
for the buttons of his shirt and I undid them one by one.  Asher watched me
while I worked fastidiously, quiet and contemplative.  Once I finished undoing
all of his buttons, I pressed my cheek against the warmth of his chest and
leaned against him.  Just like that.  Forever.

Asher urged my
chin up with the barest touch from his fingertips.  I looked at him, relished
his touch and his gaze, wanting all of it.  I needed it to forget, to become
who I was and who I should be.  I wasn't a whore, or some meek secretary, or a
plaything for the likes of Solomon Royce.

I was Jessika. 
Strong, determined, maybe a little unsure with some confidence issues, but I
was me and Asher understood and accepted that.

Gently, like a
true lover, he pressed his lips to mine.  I opened my mouth slightly, feeling
the light warmth of his breath passing over my lips and tickling my tongue.  I
couldn't stand it for long, though.  I wanted him—desperately needed him—so
badly, and I think he needed me, too.

We kissed, a
frantic, awkward affair.  I struggled to pull his shirt off, slipping it over
his arms, while he refused to let go of the buttons of my shirt until he'd
undone every single one.  In a pause, some transcendent moment of love, we
watched each other as we pulled off our shirts.  The hesitation only lasted for
a moment more after that.

Asher grabbed
me, pulled me towards him.  I went willingly, holding onto him.  My fingernails
pressed into his back and I rubbed my chest against his abs, feeling my nipples
harden and tingle beneath the fabric of my bra.  Not for long, though, as
Asher, like some wild beast, nearly ripped my bra in two before figuring out
the latch in the back and removing it.  Bared for him to see, and him alone, I
languished in his desire.

He coaxed me
away, pushing gently so he could admire me.  Shy and reserved, I stood there,
letting him openly ogle my breasts.  Should I remove my skirt?  I didn't know,
wasn't sure, but I decided to go for it.  I unzipped the back, blushing, coy,
and shimmied out of it.

"You're so
beautiful," Asher said. 

He stepped
towards me, looming above me, like I was a passerby on the street and he was
the embodiment of Landseer Tower itself.  Then he knelt down in front of me and
I was the tall one now.

"Asher?"
I was about to ask, but he stopped me before I finished.  Not with a word or a
shush, but with his lips on my sensitive nipple.  He took my pleasure nub in
his mouth and circled around it with his tongue, teasing and tempting me.  I
gasped at the wet heat of his lips on my bare flesh and my arms circled behind
his head instinctively.

Somehow I
managed to stand for longer than two seconds, which seemed impossible
considering how shaky my legs felt.  After, though, I crumpled, toppled, nearly
fell to the floor except Asher caught me.  Mouth never leaving my nipple, he cupped
my panty-clad behind in one hand while he held my back with the other, easing
me onto the floor.

I lay there on
the floor, rapt, completely and utterly his.  Absolutely.  He flicked his
tongue across my nipple, tormenting me with pleasure.  I moaned and gasped and
whispered his name.

"I need
you, Asher, please," I said, though I didn't actually know what I was
saying or why I was saying it.  It just seemed like the right thing, the proper
words.

He looped a
finger into the waistband of my panties and peeled them away from my sex and
down my legs.  I didn't realize how aroused I was until he mentioned it.

Grinning, he
said, "You're so wet.  You're underwear's clinging to your body." 

With a slight
reprieve from his tongue on my breast, I managed to convince myself to look
lower.  It was true; my panties were practically soaked with my arousal for
him.

"I want
you," I said.  "I want you so badly."

"Shh,"
he said, covering my mouth with his hand.

He covered my
crotch with his other hand, pressing against me.  I bucked, unexpectant,
against his palm, pleasuring myself against him.

"Calm
down," he said.  "Shh."  He kissed me, slow and soft.

His words were
at odds with his actions.  He wanted me calm, but then why did he push two
fingers inside of me?  His hand cupped my sex, his palm keeping me pleasantly
warm, while his two fingers delved deep into my slit.  No nonsense, no teasing,
he curled them and went straight for the rough flesh of my g-spot.  I thrashed,
my lower body becoming a thing of its own, while he kissed me and coaxed me to
calm down.

"I
can't," I whispered.  "Asher, no, please don't do this.  I want you. 
I can't calm down.  Please."

"Shh,"
he said, grinning as he kissed me.  "Jessika, calm down."

I kicked my legs
against him, but he ignored that.  I didn't want to hurt him, because I still
had my heels on, but... I couldn't calm down.  My God!  Did he really think
that was possible?  He pushed me higher, harder, fingers expertly goading me
towards orgasm.  When I thought I might be able to calm down, to listen to him
and relax and fight against the pleasure he wanted to induce in me, he
completely destroyed that idea.

His mouth left
mine and I kissed at the open air for half a second before I realized it. 
Where.. where was he going?  I didn't understand.  Then he clamped his lips
onto my nipple and I lost it.  His tongue swirled around my breast, eking
pleasure from my upper body, while his fingers roamed inside me and tantalized
my core.