Bought and Paid for: Servicing the Billionaire (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

“What are you doing?”

Mr.
White
’s patented leather shoes were staring
her in the face. Her eyes traveled up his slacks, shirt, until they rested on his face, which wore a s
trange expression.

Mary grasped his proffered hand, which was pleasantly cool, and stood up. She cradled her wounded hand, which had suffered a shallow gash along the ridge of her thumb. Blood trickled out
of the wound
, much more blood than Mary had anticipated.

“I apologize, sir.
I cut my hand.”
Dismay filled her heart as she watched his chest swell like a bullfrog.

“I asked you to do a simple task.
”

Mary backed away from him. It was scary. He was shaking with fury; his hands curled into fists as if he wanted nothing more than to punch a hole in the wall.

“
Replace a lightbulb. A monkey could do it,” he spat.

It was if he had slapped her. “I—I’m sorry,” she choked. To her horror, tears were building up behind her eyes. 

Mr.
White
looked away from her, his jaw clenching in what must have been discomfort.

“I should go and take care of this, I’ll come back to clean—”

The last words were cut off when Mr.
White
’s arm shot out and grabbed her wrist. “Come here,” he growled.

Mary gasped at his tone and was caught off guard by his electrifying touch. She stood frozen in shock as he pulled her blood soaked hand towards his face. The look in his eyes was animalistic—like a lion that had scented prey. His thumb gently caressed the gash and he pressed on it. Mary hissed in pain as the pressure caused more blood to ooze out.

“Mr.
White
!”

Now his hand was smeared with her blood. He looked at it in horror, his teeth clenched as if fighting some inward battle. He brought his hand close to his face and his nostrils flared, sniffing it greedily. A
shadow crossed
over his eyes. His gaze traveled to her face, his lips curled in a snarl.

What the fuck is this?
Still pinned to his side, Mary
blinked, her shame forgotten.

“Get out,” he said with effort.

Suddenly, h
e released her
.
Mary stumbled backwards. “W—what about the mess?”

“I SAID, GET OUT!”

Mary tripped out his office,
her heart beating a violent tattoo
.
Everyone had heard the commotion and looked
up
from their desks.
A torrent of emotions whirled inside her.
Tears spilled onto her cheeks as Mary rubbed them away impatiently.
What had she done wrong?
She stopped at the admin’s desk and asked for a first aid kit.

She took one look at Mary’s bleeding hand. “Oh my God, what happened?”

“Nothing,” Mary stammered. “I’m fine.”

* * *

The clock’s red numbers burned into the black display: 4:53pm. Her fingers drummed restlessly on her desk.
What an awful day it had been.
Since the incident with Mr. White, Mary had kept to herself. What he had done to her was inappropriate; all Mary had to do was report the incident to HR. After the inevitable lawsuit, she would be filthy rich.
Yeah, right. Well, it was borderline sexual harassment.
It was odd that Mr. White had ignored her all day. He got angry often, yes, but he was quick to bark orders to her afterwards. Not today.

An earsplitting alarm sounded throughout the office. Mary wheeled out of her cubicle and saw the fire alarms blaring, red and blue lights flashing everywhere.
A fire drill? At this time?

Everyone filed out of the office in a single line, Mary watched them go, realizing that she would have to fetch Mr. White. Surely he was going to exit the office any minute now.
Mary crossed her arms impatiently. What was taking so long? What if there
really
was a fire? She seized the handle of the door, hesitating. She could not forget how his irises had contracted into thin, blue rings
and how his
lips were white and shaking with rage
. A shudder ran through her body and she pushed the door open.

Inside was a scene that Mary would never forget. A woman—bent backwards over his massive desk, her legs locked around Mr. White’s waist as he plowed into her. His slacks hung from his waist, his belt undone. Blood ran in rivulets down the woman’s legs. Disgusted, Mary made to close the door softly, but Mr. White turned his head around, still buried deep into the woman’s vagina. His mouth was smeared with blood and the woman she recognized as an intern had blood
smeared on her
neck
.

Mary turned and ran; a scream was caught in her throat.
She wanted to vomit. What exactly did she just witness? Was the intern on her period while having sex with him? And the blood on his mouth? Mary didn’t understand. She needed to remove herself from the horrific thing she had witnessed as quickly as possible
She hurtled through the office door and considered the elevators for half a second before she slammed through the door leading to the staircase. She could not hear anything but her own panicked breaths, she did not fully understand what she had seen—only that she had to place as many miles between her and the
maniacal
CEO as possible.

Her heel caught on something and she tumbled down the stairs, her knee landing hard on the stairs and ripping open the nylon. Mary cried out as she slammed into the landing and gingerly felt her knee. Her hand came back wet.
She clutched the railing and abruptly fell to her knees. Something had twisted in the fall.

“Miss Kramar,” said a deep, somber voice.

Recognizing him, Mary struggled to her feet and hobbled down the stairs. “Get away from me.”

He descended the stairs slowly, looking a touch more disheveled than usual.
He was not wearing his jacket. His sky blue shirt looked as if he had slept in it.
His chestnut colored hair hung messily around his face and his lips were
a deep
red
.

Did I imagine it all?
she wondered. Every instinct in
side
her screamed
for her
to run.

“Stop moving, you’ll only hurt yourself,” he said as he approached her.

“Don’t touch me,” she spat. “I’m going to tell everyone—if you don’t leave me be. I’ll sue you.”

Matthew White threw back his gorgeous head and laughed at that.
The
sight
was unnerving.
His prominent canines
, smeared with red,
gleamed in the artificial light.

“And who would believe you?
Who would believe you over me?
”
He reached out with a tentative hand.
“You are my employee, Miss Kramar. I pay you to do whatever I ask of you. I will not apologize for my behavior.”

Mary shrank away from his touch.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make everything go away.”

The world and its problems melted away as Mary gazed into Mr. White’s eyes. She slumped against the railing, feeling suddenly tired.
“That’s it,” he murmured into her ear.

She allowed his arm to snake around her shoulder, unwillingly drawn to his touch. A question burned at her lips. “Why were you drinking her blood? Why was it all over your face?”

He sat down on the steps, pulling her across his lap. She felt his chuckle reverberate through her back. “You must have imagined something.
”

She nestled against his chest, dimly aware that she was snuggling with the CEO of White Malls in a stairwell. “
I guess so,
”
she said in a doubtful tone.

“If you want to continue working for me, Miss Kramar, I suggest you do what I—” He stopped suddenly, sniffing the air.
His head turned in the direction of
Mary’
s bleeding knee.

“
Goddamit
.
”

The hypnosis
burst like a pin to a balloon. Everything came rushing back to Mary: the girl, the blood, and her escape down the stairs. Her neck was bent over his shoulder—and Mary could hear him growling deep in his chest. She tried to sit up but his hands closed like pincers over her small arms.

“Don’t!” she yelled.

In a flash, he pinned her against the landing, fangs bared and eyes glowing with greed. “
It’ll go easier on you if you stay still. I
get more excited when you struggle.”

Whimpering, Mary twisted against him.

“
You are
mine
,” his lips murmured against her flesh.

The sting of his fangs made Mary yelp in pain. Warmth flooded down her neck and Mary felt his tongue lapping the blood. His mouth closed over the wound and sucked hard. She moaned
into his ear
, feeling oddly faint.
It’s not too bad,
she thought.
Her hands caressed his back and snake
d through his tangled hair. His sucking and licking of her tender flesh was strangely erotic. Her back was getting uncomfortable and she tried to turn away from him.

He bit down harder on her neck like a lion refusing to relinquish its prey.
His words repeated themselves in her head:
You are mine
.
Was this the reason she was hired, after all?

His mouth was closed on her like a babe sucking on its mother’s breasts. Mary had a vision of him sucking on her nipples and her pussy heated in anticipation.

Now that she had stopped struggling, one of his hands slipped underneath her blouse and ripped off the buttons holding together her shirt. One by one, they flew off, scattering down the stairs. He withdrew from her neck to rip off the shirt completely.
Mary felt her blood dripping down her neck.
His greedy hands reached behind her
and snapped off the bra. Mary’s breasts tumbled out with a sigh.
She gasped as the cool, circulated air nipped at her exposed flesh.
One hand fondled her breasts while the other one grabbed a fistfu
l of her blonde hair and pulled.
His hot mouth returned to her neck and bit down with an audible crunch.

Mary gasped as his thumb
caressed her nipples in a circular motion.
He pinched the tips and twisted them painfully. Pleasure spiraled upwards as every movement of his on her skin ignited her nerves.
His sucking and the slow, tantalizing massage of her breasts was making her wet.

Finally, M
r.
White swallowed and sat upright. He looked somewhat dazed, as if he
had been drinking alcohol
. Mary felt a bulge pressing into her hips and knew that a different sort of hunger was growing in his eyes.

“One appetite usually follows another,” he murmured, caressing her breasts. “Mary, I can smell your sex. I need you to spread your legs.”

She did as she was told,
excitement shooting up her limbs. She knew
that he would see how aroused she was.

He pulled her skirt over her stomach and removed her nylons. Her panties were the last to go. She felt some resistance as he pulled them off, her juice h
ad smothered the thin cotton. Mary gasped as cool air stung her pussy.

“So wet for me,” he murmured appreciatively as his fingers slid up and down her juicy folds.

Her pussy clenched at the feeling of his hard fingers running up and down her pleasure center. Mary saw him bring his fingers to his mouth and
watched his tongue taste
her arousal. He closed h
is eyes as if savoring it
, and then lowered his head to her glowing pussy.

Mary could feel that she was sopping wet. Her arousal dripped down her thighs and ass. Mr. White rubbed the juice into her skin as he forced her legs further apart. She felt his hot breath on her heated pussy and waited anxiously.
Mary’s back arched as she felt his tongue
slide up her clit. “
Mr. White,
”
she moaned.
She could feel his canines raking across her aching flesh and screamed when his tongue plunged inside her tight canal. She could feel his tongue slipping inside her pussy, his lips closing around
her
clit to suck and suck. The wet noises were driving Mary wild. S
he just wanted him to impale her and hear that delicious, flesh-smacking sound
. She widened her legs as far as they would go.
He drove his tongue inside and curled it upwards, almost brushing against her g-spot.

She mewled as his head lifted from her pussy and he licked his lips greedily. His canines were so long they protruded from his lips. She could tell that he was restraining himself to ravage her, draining her completely. The idea of being owned by someone so powerful was arousing.