Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series (6 page)

“Don’t run from me.” His voice
was hoarse.

I spoke through my teeth.
“Don’t undress me in public.”

Warren let go and snapped back
to his normal jaded exterior. I looked around to see if anyone was looking.
Nobody seemed to care. Yet, I got the feeling that people were watching us.
These booths were meant to showcase certain guests as a display.
Wine, food and entertainment by way of spying on the elite.
I came because it was an expensive restaurant with really good food. Silly me.
Being part of the ambiance was never my thing but at least I dressed for the
part.

Our appetizer of salmon on rice
appeared and Paul dashed off.

“How much you want to bet
someone took our picture?” I said. I wasn’t mad, the concern was all for him.

Warren stopped eating and his
lips thinned. “Does that bother you?”

“It doesn’t bother me, but what
about you? Do you want rumors going around your dating a nobody?”

“On the contrary, they’d say I
was dating a beautiful, mysterious woman.”

“Until they found out I worked
for you.”

He shrugged and shoved a piece
of sushi in his mouth.

Did he really not care? Or
maybe the rumor about his ex-wife had cured him of humility. High profile
divorces would get around, but I wasn’t into tabloids. I never had the time or
interest. His name could’ve been plastered on billboards all over town and I’d
never know.
 

I took the salmon in chopsticks
and let the fish explode in my mouth. Salmon could be the blandest or the
tastiest fish depending on how it was prepared. This was fresh and cut to
perfection. Just how I like it.
The rice not too sticky and
the salmon fresh.

“
Mmmmm
…”
I moaned with my eyes closed. “So good.”

Warren looked over at me with
hunger in those intense eyes. I swallowed my mouth-full of fish mostly because
I felt like prey. I wanted to run and not look back. Call a
cab,
get out of this dinner, but something in his eyes told me to stay. Running
would only be futile. The most disturbing part was the way I felt my soul being
scooped out. Warren was worse than a regular playboy like Ellis. Warren was a
soul eater. Something more than a
heart-breaker
. Any
girl crazy enough to fall in love with this man was in trouble. I looked away
before all my secrets could be stolen.

“I don’t want you to be afraid
of me.” Warren said softly.

“I’m not.” My automatic
response had me facing him again. His profile was all sharp lines. “At least
not for the reason you think.”

Warren drove his Aston Martin
back to the office like he owned a sports car and the road. One out of two of
those items seemed enough for him to slalom other cars on the road. The
combination with Los Angeles traffic was a ticket waiting to happen. To my
dismay,
Warren was not deterred by a red
and blue
light bar and we got to the office fairly quick.

When he entered the garage at
work I said, “My car is on the first floor.”

“That’s nice,” Warren said. He
drove to the third floor, to his assigned parking spot and cut the engine. He
turned in his seat to face me. “You still need to be taught how to take
directions.”

“Excuse me?” I said.
 

“This morning, I believe I gave
you explicit instructions. Instructions you didn’t follow.”

“This morning?” What was he
talking about? I did take a personal phone call, but I’d done all my work. “I
did everything you asked.”

Warren folded out of his
vehicle, came to my side and opened the passenger door. “Come to my office.”

“Now? Seriously, what was wrong
with my work?”

“I’ll show you when we get to
my office.” He took hold of my elbow and didn’t let go. From the parking
garage, to the elevator to his office door he kept one hand on me. I racked my
brain for any reasonable explanation of what he was talking about. I finished
my reports. I filed everything. Did I miss an email?

He unlocked the door to his
office and led me in. After securing the bolt behind him, he took off his
jacket and set it on his chair. His sleek modern desk was empty. No laptop,
phone, not even a pencil holder adorned the top space. So how could he show me
what I’d done wrong?

Standing in front of his
opulent desk he said, “Come here.”

My knees buckled looking at the
man who personified dangerous. I lifted my chin in defiance. “I’ll have you
know that I’ve done everything you asked.” But instinctively I knew this wasn’t
about work. I couldn’t walk. Being alone with him made it hard to breath. I was
caught between his vivid soul-piercing gaze and his fierce command. Crushed by
intensified need my silk panties felt heavy from moisture.

He narrowed his eyes. “Again,
you fail to follow orders.”

“Huh?” Orders? What orders?

Warren pointed at the floor
before his desk. “Come.
Here.
”

This time I broke free from
paralysis and shuffled to his side. My heart beat fast as a
race
horse
before the derby.

He grabbed the back of my neck
and consumed my lips. Just as in the restaurant my mind went blank, but this
time I allowed the caress of his ardent tongue. Without separating from the
embrace, he maneuvered me backwards until I sat on his desk in panties that
squished upon contact. That would leave a wet mark.

Our tongues did battle while
his hands flew everywhere. He grabbed my hair, smoothed his fingers over my
breasts, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. The whole scene was
so erotic I couldn’t help but get swept away.

Warren needed—with a
vengeance. The fire in his body hadn’t been properly extinguished. His animalistic
side took over and the more it did, the more I wanted him.

The whiz of a dress zipper
interrupted desperate kisses and erratic breathing. The tight confines of my
evening gown melted from my shoulders exposing my black lace bra. Cool air hit
my skin but the contact of Warren’s hands smoothed over the goose bumps rising
on my arms. He parted from me for a moment and lifted the dress over my head.

When he returned, I wrapped my
legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our kisses became an explorative
session and a competition. He moaned at my long strokes and grunted at my short
stabs. His tongue glided across in easy caresses. I lead, he chased. My tongue
wouldn’t be pinned down by his attempts of capture.

His fingers wove into my hair
and he clamped my head between his hands. He was trying to get me to stay in
one place while I teased and nibbled. We broke apart and his kisses trailed
along my neck. His hand slipped behind my back and snapped my bra open. Warren
lifted off me enough to strip the black lace off my shoulders and leaned back
down.

His slim body held me pinned to
his desk. My legs wrapped around his waist again. Warm hands cupped my breasts.
Soft lips left tingling imprints of possession over my body. I squirmed
enjoying the attention to parts left unattended for a long time. He circled my
stomach with kisses, stroked the curves over my breasts, my waist and hips.
Warren ground his silk covered bulge against my sex, rubbing his expensive
slacks into the den of my slick desire.

There was no denying I got off
on this. He was in control now, but I knew how to bring out his inner beast.
Warren lifted his upper body while pinning me down with his hips.

“I’m going to tie you to the
desk,” he said.

At the sound of his voice my
pussy clenched. A wave of a mini-orgasm soaked my panties. Warren turned and
opened a desk drawer. With great reluctance, I let him go. He pulled out a pair
of leather cuffs with fluffy
cream colored
padding.
The straps were black and thick. They looked rather comfortable.
Fuzzy on the inside, neat and functional on the outside.
A
lot like Warren.
 

My heart pounded. “I’ve heard
of being chained to the desk before, but never to the boss’s desk.”

He grinned and at that moment I
knew I couldn’t deny him a single damn thing.

“Are you okay with this?” His
smile faded and the look of concern on his face was my encouragement. Others
could say what they wanted about the CEO of
BankTrost
,
but Warren was the epitome of trustworthy.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I said.

He leaned over and absorbed my
lips, his kiss
dominate
, expressive and lavish. Every
bit of it a thank you.
A thank you for having trust in him.
Warren ripped away from my mouth and as I lay there dizzy from the absence of
his zealous tongue. He buckled one wrist with a soft padded restraint. The
cuffs had leather straps that unhooked and a few d-ring clips. With quick
motions Warren strapped me in with efficient ease. He’d done this before. The
fluff made it so the cuffs were snug but not biting. They were made with
a thoughtfulness
about the wearer.

“Stay,” he said, then shuffled
in his cabinet and pulled out another pair of cuffs. These had a long leather
leash for each cuff. The other pair of cuffs
were
an
exact match for the ones on my wrists. Warren put these around my ankles.

Did he have these in his drawer
this morning? Hot. I lifted up on my elbows to watch him. Slim fingers expertly
slid the thick straps through the metal fastener and buckle for each ankle. He
pulled my underwear down, exposing me completely.

He kissed me and pushed me down
on my back. I wrapped my arms around him. My legs circled his ass. Naked and
sprawled on his desk, Warren clipped one leash to my right ankle cuff. His
hands swept up my inner thigh and kissed me tenderly. With the second leash in
his hand he clipped it to my left ankle cuff. Then he raised my arms over my
head.
 

Breaking free of my legs,
Warren walked around to my head and knelt down. From my upside down point of
view I could not tell where he went but he grabbed my hand and gently pushed it
down. The snap of a clip and the cuffs on my wrist and diagonal ankle were
attached. He did the same to my other ankle and wrist. The leashes were
crisscrossed under the desk. I pushed my left foot out and my right hand was
pulled under the desk. From the way he tied me up I couldn’t close my legs or
arms. He’d made it so all I could do was lay on his desk spread eagle.

Warren stepped in front of me
and gazed down at me. My head hung over the side of his desk, giving him the
advantage of exposing my throat. In this position I was wide open for him to
take in any way he wanted. My arousal climbed higher from knowing I couldn’t
move, couldn’t escape and had to accept whatever he demanded.

I tilted my head back and even
from such a convoluted position, I could see he was rock hard and amused.
 
“I believe I told you to suck my cock,
not tease it.” He said.

Oh. That’s what he meant about
this morning. “Is that what you mean by not following instructions?”

He came forward and fingered my
lips. The temptation was too
great,
I took his index
finger in my mouth and sucked. Warren moaned and allowed his finger to be my
play thing
. I sucked to the second knuckle until he pulled
his finger slowly out.

“You seem to know what sucking is,”
he said. “So there’s no excuse.” He released his belt and pants button,
unzipped his slacks and slipped his formal wear and underwear off. From my
upside down perspective his cock pointed its weeping eye at me from under his
shirt. I licked my lips waiting for the opportunity to take him in.

“When I say suck my cock, I
mean open your mouth and suck my cock. Let me demonstrate for you.” Warren
pinched my nose and guided his stiff rod into my mouth. His first stroke glided
easily enough inside but he’d only pushed in half way. He let go of my nose and
let me breath again. At the next stroke, the base of his cock touched my lips
and his length went down my throat.

He laid a hand over my neck and
started pumping. “I can feel my cock slide down your throat.” Warren said. His
strokes came harder. His balls slapped between the bridge of my nose and I
couldn’t breathe during the times his sac was buried in my face.

Taking his full length upside
down was easy. I hardly gagged even though he pounded down to the very end of
his cock. His thrusts, and his hand over my throat, was so arousing I worried
I’d smear an orgasm on his desk. His well-trimmed bush tickled my chin every
time he pushed in all the way.

I wanted to swallow him over
and over. His hold of my neck was a possessive but light grip. Taking his cock
over and over tasted like a delicate pastry. Warm, soft and delicious. My arms
and legs spread wide open, my body there for him to gaze upon. I couldn’t see
him but I was betting he was getting a good look at me. His other hand brushed
over my breast and tweaked my nipple.
I jolted and stretched
out, taking more of him in my mouth.

“Oh god,” he moaned. Warren
started mewling little cries.
So sexy.
I might be the
one in chains but I wasn’t the only one being tortured. My lips sucked and I
squirmed to take more of him. Twisting and curling my tongue, I tried suckling
every last moan out of him. I couldn’t see his face, but I could imagine his
expression from his sumptuous wails. Listening to his cries, listening to him
let go of his external shield made this whole predicament worth the price. If
this was how Warren liked it, and if his cries rang out every time we had sex,
I could do this every day.

He leaned over and his fingers
gently probed my wet folds. His thrusts became deeper but also shallower. The
press of his hips against my face enflamed my clit. I tried lifting my knees up
in response to his fingers slicking across my folds and came up short. My cuffs
held tight to my ankles. The glide of his fingers ignited a fierce drive to
grind and pump my hips.

This was so good. His cock
shoved down my throat, his hands playing with my clit, my nipples puckered and
aching, even the restriction of my arms and legs burned in arousal I hadn’t
felt. I was losing control along with Warren. His cries spurred me, seduced
more effort from me, and I clenched my pussy, trying desperately to prevent
myself from coming. But each moan, every breathless cry escaping from Warren’s
throat, all of it drove me further down the black abyss to orgasm.

I strained against my bonds.
Knowing I couldn’t get free, couldn’t do what I wanted, being controlled was
more enticing than I’d ever thought possible. Yes, bind me, have me, be the
authority of my pleasure.

Warren spread my lower lips
apart and gently tapped on the hard nub between my folds. It was like a
spanking for my clit. I cried out through a mouthful of dick. The vibrations
shaking my lips resonated around Warren’s cock and he huffed out, “Fuck!”

He moved with a certain amount
of impatience, and I loved finding the chinks in his armor. Swirling my tongue,
I pushed back as he thrust. All the while his fingers circled my clit. Being
free to wriggle but being restricted allowed me to squirm as much as I wanted.
But at the same time I wanted to touch him, grab his ass and shove him down my
throat, and make him lose all sense of himself to me.
Because
I couldn’t touch, that yearning burned all the more.

“This is what I mean when I
tell you to suck my cock.” Warren shoved his rod deeper down my throat. His
girth expanded. His end was near. “Now fucking
come
already.”

His command became my need. But
I wasn’t ready to give in so easily. I wanted more. I moved my head trying to
shove him down my throat harder. Making him give me his semen. His wails grew
harsh. The deeper I went the louder his cries.