A Billionaire Punishes Part 1 (Erotic Romance) (4 page)

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand once
again in his, and my heart sang.

He lead me around the rest of the
company—which was surprisingly small. The third floor was mainly my
office and a couple of meeting rooms—the biggest one in fact his
impromptu office. Then there was the second floor, the real heart
of the company, with a room full of customer service agents and
sales agents. Then the marketing department, the HR department—one
stern-looking female—and finally the place that Remington described
as ‘the secret sauce of Hearts & Flowers’: the IT
department.

A single IT guy sat perched behind a
computer, looking seriously busy and clearly unhappy to be
interrupted while hard at work whipping up more ‘secret sauce’.

“This is Alan, my main computer guy,” said
Remington with a sweep of the arm in the general direction of the
scrawny bespectacled figure glaring at us from behind his three
computer screens. “Where’s Norman?” he said, searching around.

“Supplies,” grunted the tall, ghostlike IT
specialist.

“Computer parts?” I said tentatively.

“Pizza and Coke, more like,” whispered
Remington. “The food habits of these guys poses a major health
risk. But as long as the work is fine, I’m not going to force-feed
them fresh vegetables and fruit juice.”

“Pizza and Coke have all the nutrients a
healthy body needs,” grumbled Alan.

“Right,” said Remington dubiously. “This is
Erin, by the way,” he said. “She’s my new secretary.”

Alan’s eyes momentarily drifted in my
direction, then straight back to his screen. “What happened to
Gladys?”

“Marriage,” said Remington.

“Bummer,” said Alan.

“Yeah, well. Accidents happen,” said
Remington, rolling his eyes at me. I couldn’t help but snicker.

“What’s so funny?” snarled Alan.

“Nothing of importance, bud,” said Remington
with a wave of the hand in Alan’s general direction. “Keep up the
good work and—”

“Someone’s been trying to hack the server,”
Alan suddenly interrupted.

“Again?”

Alan nodded morosely.

“Did they succeed?” said Remington, and I
noticed he’d suddenly turned dead serious.

“Of course they didn’t,” said Alan
indignantly.

Remington folded his arms across his chest
and spoke but a single word. “Who?”

“Do you need to ask? Flowers For You of
course.”

Remington’s lips tightened, and he threw me
a worried glance.

“Make sure they don’t get in,” he said.

“Don’t worry, Rem. They’ll need a lot more
than those measly hackers they hire to break down our firewall.
This place is like a fortress.”

“Keep it that way.”

As we were making our way
upstairs—unfortunately there was a staircase connecting both floors
so I didn’t have the pleasure of sharing the elevator with
Remington this time—my new boss appeared lost in thought. I
couldn’t blame him. Celeste seemed hard at work trying to get to
the bottom of what made Hearts & Flowers so successful.

Another pang of guilt shot through me, and
for a moment I considered coming clean and telling him all about my
secret mission. Throw myself at his mercy. It wasn’t as if this
whole thing was my idea in the first place. And after spending only
an hour with this man, my loyalties had completely changed. Screw
Celeste and her devious tactics.

“Can’t you sue her?” I said.

“Mh?” he said, looking up. We’d arrived at
my office and he stood poised on the threshold, apparently still
mulling things over.

“Celeste. Alan says he traced the attack
back to her. Can’t you go to the police?”

He barked a short laugh. “Unfortunately, no.
Alan thinks these attacks are coming from Celeste, but he can’t
prove it. The only way I would be able to sue, is if I caught
Celeste physically breaking into this place. Catch her in the
act.”

He fixed me with those remarkable emerald
eyes of his, and I felt like a kid caught with her hand in the
cookie jar.

“But of course she wouldn’t be stupid enough
to do that, mh?” he said.

“I guess not,” I said quietly.

Then his face broke into a smile, and he
touched my arm, giving it a comforting rub. “We’ll be all right.
Alan’s at the top of his game. If he says our secrets are safe, you
better believe it. Now why don’t you get settled in and then give
your friend Tamara a call? If we can’t sue Celeste, at least we can
steal away her top people, right?”

“Right,” I said, my cheeks reddening as he
gave my arm a tiny squeeze. Kiss me. Kiss me now!

Involuntarily I leaned in, my face tilted up
to his, my mouth slightly open, and he frowned before bending and
brushing his lips against my cheek. We both lingered, not wanting
to break the connection, as I put my hand on top of his as it still
caressed my arm. His thumb touched the side of my breast, and a hot
flash of excitement raced through me, centering between my legs. I
twisted my torso ever so slightly, pressing the tender flesh of my
boob against his strong hand. My mind was racing, but my body had a
mind of its own. I wanted this man, and I wanted him now. On top of
me. In my office. Now.

I moaned as his lips caressed my cheek once
again, and he held my gaze, his eyes registering surprise, then
darkening into desire. That’s when I knew that he wanted me.
Throwing caution to the wind, I arched up and kissed him. He was
hungry for me, for his lips devoured mine with a passion I hadn’t
felt in a man for a long time. I moaned as I opened my mouth to
allow his tongue entry. Without hesitation, he darted his tongue
into my mouth and found mine for a delicious dance. He folded me
into his arms, enveloping me with his hard body—hard in all the
right places—and I could feel his erect cock pressing against my
lower belly through our clothes.

He tousled my hair with one hand while our
tongues danced an intoxicating dance, our bodies writhing against
one another, my tiny boobs pressed up against his hard chest. I
slipped a hand underneath his shirt and let it roam across the vast
expanse of his broad back, then moving forward to feel his bumpy
pecs under my slender fingers and finally slipping down to his taut
belly and further down still, cupping his cock through the coarse
fiber of his jeans. Oh, he was hard for me, incredibly hard, and
his cock was straining to be released.

I darted my tongue into his mouth, once
again seeking his, insatiable, and then I gasped when he suddenly
yanked me into the office and slammed the door shut behind us. He
walked/carried me over to the desk, and lay me down on top of the
array of papers and magazines. With a wolfish expression on his
face, he grasped my breasts through my shirt, and said, “I want to
see you, Erin. I need to see you. Undress for me?”

I longed for his eyes on me as much as he
did, so I practically ripped my shirt open, revealing the lacy
black bra I was wearing underneath. I felt grateful now for the
impulse I’d had that morning to wear it, for the sheer pleasure of
watching Remington’s eyes widen at the sight of my pert breasts,
adorned with the black lace. Teasing him, I rubbed my erect nipples
through the soft material with the tips of my fingers, then slowly
pushed down the bra and uncovered my pale breasts.

“Oh, God, you’re even more gorgeous than I’d
imagined,” he murmured, and he expertly unhooked the front strap of
my bra and suddenly I was lying naked before him, my small breasts
flat against my chest, my usually pink nipples hard and dark. My
old embarrassment suddenly played a return date, and for a moment I
worried that he would think I wasn’t enough woman.

But then he brought his face down to my
chest, cupped one breast in his strong fingers and fed it into his
mouth, first gently sucking, then flicking his tongue against my
sensitive nipple. I arched up, raking my hands through his thick
dark hair, and a soft moan escaped my throat as he slicked my perky
bosom with his saliva, puckering my pink buds at the touch of his
tongue.

I pulled in my legs and wrapped them around
his waist so I would be more comfortable on the hard surface of the
desk, and felt his hardness pressing against my pussy through our
clothes.

Once again I brought my hand down to touch
him there, and decided to release the straining cock from its
confines. I snapped the button of his jeans, unzipped him, then
pushed down both pants and boxers. A meaty cock slapped against my
hand. I couldn’t see him, for Remington’s mouth was still hot on my
breasts, but I could feel the heft of it in the palm of my hand. It
was huge and hard as granite. I wrapped my fingers around the head
and instantly my palm was slick with pre-cum oozing from the
tip.

I teased the cockhead against my pussy,
through the damp crotch of my panties, then unceremoniously slid
them aside to reveal my naked cunt, and let Remington’s cock kiss
my wet pussy, sliding the soft mushroomy tip along my soft labia,
spreading them as I slipped the cock between my lips.

Remington gasped against my chest as the tip
of his cock rubbed against my pink folds, and gazed up at me, his
eyes wide both with anticipation and surprise.

“Fuck me, Remington,” I said, sliding his
cock deeper into my hot cunt. “Fuck your little secretary.”

“Let me taste you first,” he growled, and
eased his cock out of my pussy. I whimpered when the connection
broke, wanting him inside me so much, but then his mouth found my
young cunt, and that felt even better.

I slung my arms behind my head, my chest
rising up, my pink nipples standing erect as the skin of my small
breasts stretched taut. I opened my legs wide, placing my feet on
Remington’s shoulders—I’d kicked off my uncomfortable heels the
moment he’d plunked me down on top of the desk—and gave myself over
to his devilishly delicious tongue working its way up from the
crack of my ass all the way to my clit, where a soft tuft of
crimson hair crowned my pale mound.

“You’re red all over,” he said as he
swallowed my mound, downy patch and all, into his mouth for a
moment, before releasing it, slick with his saliva now, and moving
his tongue across the soft hood concealing my swollen pleasure nub,
teasing it out of hiding.

The moment the tip of his tongue curled
across my clit, electricity shot out from my pulsating cunt and
spread out all across my lower belly, traveling up to my pointy
tits and finally leaving a tingly sensation in my scalp. The man
had a gift!

As he flicked his tongue back and forth
across my nub, a finger made its way between my soft, pink folds,
tracing along the length of my inner labia, then slowly edging
toward my hole and plunging into my flesh.

My pelvis bucked as Remington’s thick finger
entered the most intimate part of my body, and I rubbed myself
against his mouth, wetting his lips with my juices. His eyes sought
mine across my quivering breasts, and I heaved with the sensation
of a second finger entering me, making a soft squelchy sound when
he pulled them out, then plunged them into my flesh once more.

“You’re wet,” he said.

“You’re hard,” I said, gesturing at his
erect cock, yearning to enter me.

His only reply was to push his fingers into
me once again, deeper this time, while his thumb played my clit in
lazy circular motions. I slammed my head back against the desk at
the sensation of his hand bringing me closer and closer to the
first climax I’d had in weeks.

“Oh, yes,” I said. “Don’t stop doing
that.”

And then suddenly it was as if a third
finger had entered me, filling me all up, spreading my cunt so wide
I gasped in surprise. Looking down, I saw it wasn’t a finger he’d
shoved into me, but his thick, hard cock, spearing me, splaying my
wet folds, his thumb still on my swollen clit.

“You’re fucking me,” I said in surprise.
“You’re really fucking me, Remington!”

He didn’t answer, but shoved that hard cock
of his deeper into my wet cunt, pushing it further inside me with
every tilt of his pelvis.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” he grunted.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you.”

“You wanted to take me in the elevator?” I
said, watching in fascination as I saw his flesh burrow between my
legs.

“Yes, God, yes. I wanted to push you up
against the walls of that fucking elevator, and take you right
there.”

“You should have,” I breathed. “I wanted you
to.”

He grabbed for my boobs, and squeezed them
between his strong fingers, then teased my nipples between thumb
and forefinger until I squealed in delight. He grabbed my thighs
and pulled me into him, spearing me onto his thick cock as it
searched the depths of my young body, pumping deeper and deeper
into me with every thrust.

The ridges along the veiny shaft of his cock
glistened with my pussy juices every time he emerged from my cunt,
then sank that long, hard cock inside my body again, all the way
in, until his balls brushed the crack of my ass. He was all the way
inside, and still he pushed on, tugging at my hips, plumbing my
depths.

With a feral grunt, he shoved his cock so
deep into me, that I could have sworn he pierced the entrance to my
womb, his cockhead penetrating my womanhood.

Suddenly I had a vision of Remington’s cock
spewing its hot seed all across my womb, and the thought drove me
wild. I slung my legs around his waist and now moved in rhythm with
him, urging him on, willing him to enter me deeper and harder each
time he drove that delicious cock of his into my tender flesh.

Faster and faster he moved inside me, our
breaths coming in pants and heaves, as he relentlessly fucked me,
there on that desk, our sex connecting, our bodies melting. I
slipped a hand down between our bellies and rubbed my clit as
feverishly as he moved inside me, and then I could feel the surging
contractions taking possession of me once again, and as Remington’s
cock reached the deepest part of me, my body crested over into one
of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced in my young
life.