Bound by Duty: Servicing the Billionaire Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

Bound by Duty
: Servicing
the Billionaire

Published by Adriana
Rossi

Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi

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The door to Mr. White’s town car swung open for them
, revealing the leather upholstery interior
. The driver
holding the door open
seemed unperturbed by her half-dressed appearance and the bite wounds on her neck. Apparently, he was desensitized
to
Mr. White’s behavior.

Mary wrapped her blouse around her chest ev
er tighter and climbed into the
vehicle. She
collapsed onto the seat
, her bare
skin sticking unpleasantly to the leather
. Her body was still throbbing from the freakish sex session she had received on the staircase
and her neck ached. She didn’t know how she felt about the whole thing. Sure, it had been
one of
the hottest moment
s
of her life—but what would happen
now
? Wou
ld things be awkward at work
? Mary squirmed in her seat.

Mr. White entered the vehicle, taking the seat opposite her. The hungry look in his gaze was never satiated. Mary wrapped her ruined blouse around her breasts
, feeling suddenly vulnerable in a car alone with Mr. White
. A flicker of annoyance passed over
his
face.

“I prefer you
without the blouse, Miss Kramar
.
”

“No,” Mary muttered.

He clenched his fist on his knee. “I don’t like that word.”

I bet you don’t
,
she thought.

“I can hear your thoughts, Miss Kramar. We’re going to have to work on changing your attitude.”

Fear sliced through her nerves. “How is that p
ossible?
” The idea of monsters living in secret around the world was absurd, and yet Mary found herself considering the idea.
What if?

The engine roared to life and pulled out of the parking space. Suddenly, Mary felt uneasy. “Where are we going?”
she asked.

“To my home.”

“You said you would take me home,” she accused.

“And I will—when I am sure that you are ready.”

The air was suddenly thin. She took a deep breath and
swallowed hard. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

He laughed—a wonderful sound that made Mary feel warm. “Good gracious, no. I am just acting in your best interest.”

Frightened, she grabbed the door handle and pulled. It wouldn’t budge. “I didn’t sign up for this.”

“Please,” he huffed. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.”

It was true.
I loved it
. But she wasn’t sur
e if she wanted to do it again. There were too many things at stake. Her reputation at work would fall apart if anyone found out.
“
I’m done for day, Mr. White.
Please just take me home.”

He leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of her head. “
Don’t be afraid,” he began in a soothing voice. “I’m not going to hurt you—much.”

With that, he peeled away the blouse Mary was wearing, pulling it down her shoulders. Mary felt a jolt of electricity
as his fingers brushed her skin. Warmth fl
ooded her genitals as his brief
touch reminded her of the incredible fuck fest she had received. She
knew that she would be unable to refuse his advances.
Her body betrayed her, and if not, he would take her anyways—just like he took everything else.

He tore off her blouse and ripped it at the seams, tossing it on the floor. Fully exposed, Mary covered her breasts with her hands but Mr. White smacked them away. He bent his mouth to her chest and Mary gasped as she felt his tongue making slow circles on her nipple. His hands wrapped around the curve of her tits and massaged them. His mouth closed
on her nipple and sucked hard.

“Mr. White,” she gasped. Mary ran her fingers through his thick hair, mussing it up completely as his tongue set off sensitive nerves that zapped across her body.

He sucked so hard that he made a loud popping sound when he released her nipple. It was red and raw. Mr. White looked up at her, his tiny fangs protruding from his lips.

“Tell me that you don’t want this.”

“I—I want it.”

“That’s right,” he growled and gave her tits a little slap.
Mr. White sat next to her and pulled off his tie. He reached over and slipped the tie over her head so that the tie was nestled between her breasts. Then he tightened it around her neck and held the tie like a leash. He yanked the leash, making her fall across his lap, face first.

She lay awkwardly over his knees, her breasts pressing uncomfortably into his thighs. She felt him flip her skirt over her back and excitement bubbled in her stomach as he hooked his fingers under her panties and pulled them off her legs.

His right hand spread over her exposed bottom and kneaded her ass with his knuckles. His hand slipped between the crease and down her wet slit. He slid his hands up and down, enveloping his hand with her arousal.

“Look at you,” he mocked. “Wet and ready for me. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

Mary was distracted by his antics and was not paying attention to what he said. “I—uh—”

His hand slid away from between her thighs and came down hard on her ass. Mary shrieked in alarm as her flesh burned.

“I asked you a question,” Mr. White’s authoritative voice boomed above her. “Are you a slut?”

“Ow!” she screamed as his hand
smacked
her ass a second time. She clenched her buttocks together, and the warm burn spread deep inside her pussy. “Yes, I’m a sl
ut!”

“I know you are.”

Another blow made her yelp, reddening the spots he’d hit before. The shock reverberated up the tight, eager channel that was ready for him.

The fun ended when t
he car stopped with a lurch
. M
oments later, the driver stepped out of the vehicle. Mr. White flipped her skirt back over her bottom as the door opened. Mary sat up awkwardly and pulled her panties back on.
She searched for her blouse but remembered that Mr. White had destroyed it.

Half-naked, she climbed out of th
e town car in what seemed to be
a fairly small parking structure.
There was a myriad of expensive-looking cars, including the rare Audi R8.
Mary whirled back to Mr. White. “You brought me to a public place,” she hissed.

Their voices echoed in the cavernous room. “Don’t be silly, this is merely my parking garage.”

A red corvette to her left caught her eye.
“These are all your cars?”

He said nothing, but gave her a look that implied she had asked a stupid question.

Only her embarrassment kept her walking forwards, arms crossed over her chest.
Mary imagined herself in the passenger seat of one of his c
ars as he floored the gas pedal, racing through the busy streets.

They entered an elevator. The air conditioned air cut through her naked skin like a knife. She shivered, rubbing her arms.

Her antics had caught Mr. White’s attention. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

“Thank you,” she said, inwardly surprised at the kind gesture. Curious, Mary looked at the hard line of his jaw and wonde
red
.

He sensed her stare and returned her gaze, his face pinched into an expression that resembled regret. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior at work.”

The elevator lurched upwards as Mary felt her stomach do back flips. Did her ears deceive her, or was he actually apologizing?

“
I lose my temper when I am hungry. I do not feel normal unless I drink human blood.
My desire for flesh consumes me and I’m afraid that I can be quite nasty when I deprived of it.
”

The confession made her blood run cold. “Mr. White—
”

“Matthew, please.”

“Matthew,” the name rolled off her tongue awkwardly. “I don’t know what you
are, but I
want—
”
she sighed. “I want to keep my job.”

“Good.”

The door hissed open and Matthew led her into the foyer. Mary marveled at his taste. Various
oil
paintings hung on the
high,
steel-colored walls
beside lamps attached to the walls. She followed him past the stainless steel kitchen, which
was scrubbed so meticulously that it
looked like it had never been used. He opened a door into a spacious bedroom which had an adjoining bathroom.

“Go ahead and take a shower. Inside the closet, you’ll find an arrangement of clothes to wear.”

He was full of surprises. “Thank you, Mr. White.”

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She had fun sampling the wide array of shampoo products and scrubs available in the shower. When she stepped out, the perfumed steam was sucked through a vent automatically. She combed her blonde hair and curled her toes on the heated tiles, rubbing at the bite marks on her neck.
A black silk robe with pink flowers caught her eye and she slipped it on, relishing the smooth feel of the fabric on her skin.

The closet was filled with designer clothes: Michael Kors, Alexander McQueen dresses and Jimmy Choo shoes. All of them were in her size. It was as if he had planned for her to end up in his apartment.
A slightly depressing thought seized her mind. What if he had hired her just for sex? Mary had always thought of herself as a prideful woman. How could she live with herself knowing that she was no better than a prostitute?

But he wasn’t the type to hire prostitutes. Surely, he could have any woman he wanted—any woman at all. And he had chosen her. Her mood brightened as rifled through the clothes.
She chose a simple, black cocktail dress. The other choices seemed too extravagant, too
good,
for her.
There was a box of silk scarves that Mary seized at once. She would need something to cover the bite wounds. She chose a colorful, bright blue one that she twisted around her neck in an elegant knot.
Mary couldn’t help but try on a few pairs of her favorite designers. She ended up choosing a pair of black, strappy heels.

She exited the bedroom in a haze of eucalyptus, lemongrass, and citrus smells. Mr. White was nowhere in sight, so she took it upon herself to explore the place.
The apartment had a stale scent to it, as if the rooms were rarely occupied.
She discovered an antique armoire in what seemed to be the living room. She ran her hands over the wood, wondering what century it was from. Inside were collections of porcelain with delicate floral designs, crystal glasses
, and various trinkets
with
a bone-white hue that she suspected was ivory
.
Mary was a bit of an art snob, and found herself positively drooling at the artifacts he had collected. She was aching to open the doors and inspect each piece.
Her heels brushed something stiff and she noticed a large Persian rug spread on the floor. It was placed under a coffee table that looked like it was made of mahogany.

“Koa wood, actually.”

Mary gave a little scream of surprise as she noticed his darkened silhouette
hidden among the bookshelves
. How long had he been skulking in the shadows?
Her heart thumping wildly, she approached Mr. White.

He had changed out of his suit with one that was freshly ironed
and his skin looked faintly pink
.
He smelled fresh, like rainwater
in a forest. The slight notes of oak and cypress tingled Mary’s nose.
His eyes raked over her body, sweeping over the curves that the dress hugged tightly. His smoldering gaze rested on her cleavage, which the dress had helped amplify.

She
was beginning to recognize that look.
The one that said
he wanted nothing more than to tear the dress off her body and fuck her senseless. Mary had half a mind to let him.

“How about I take you to dinner?” he said finally.

Is he asking me on a date?
“Um, sure.” Her insides leapt with joy.