Dominated by the Billionaire: The Boxed Set (5 page)

She also knew she'd never make it back to the office in time. There was only five minutes left as she passed 25th Street, still blocks from the office a block south of the Empire State Building. She quickened her pace, her legs no longer quivering as she walked. The dildo inside her felt like a part of her now, a part that kept bringing joy with each step closer to the man who had bought it for her. She never wanted to remove it.

Finally, sweating despite the chill air, Pam reached the lobby. She strode across the marble floor quickly and confidently, her heels beating out a rhythm as she moved. She stood by the express elevator without hesitation, feeling she belonged on the upper floors already, and strode into the car along with a group of well-dressed executives.

As soon as the doors closed and the elevator began to rise Pam smelled her scent in the close, warm air. At first she imagined it was just the memory of what had happened there days earlier, but then she realized the smell was coming from her. It was thick and sweet, the scent of her ripe juices gushing from her pussy. She looked around and saw that nobody in the elevator seemed to notice, but the smell was enough to send her into paroxysms of delight. This was her new scent, replacing the cheap, floral, store bought spray she usually wore to work. From now on every man who came close to her body would smell nothing but her natural aroma. To Pam it was better than the most expensive perfume.

She watched the display quickly climb beyond the 12th floor, her usual exit, and continue on towards 45. Higher and higher, transporting her to her new place beside Foster; beneath him; anywhere he wanted, so long as it was close. Where she belonged. Where she deserved to be.

The elevator slowed to a gentle stop, and even the cushioned jolt when it reached the top floor was enough to make her squirm delightfully. The dildo felt like it became weightless for a beautiful moment, lifting deeper into her. It felt perfect.

The receptionist recognized her as soon as she stepped from the elevator, beckoning her over to the desk. 'You're late, Miss Rose. Mr Foster has been waiting for you in conference room one. I wouldn't keep him waiting any longer if I were you.'

Pam suddenly felt a touch of fear as the woman led her down the hallway.
What will Foster do to me? Will he punish me? Will it hurt?

She tried to breathe steadily. She knew she'd do anything he demanded of her. It didn't matter if it hurt or not. Right now, after walking clear from downtown with her pussy teased all the way, there was nothing she wouldn't do to earn another moment with him.

Robert Foster was standing beside the window as she was led into the room, silently watching the city as if he owned everything he could see. In passing it occurred to Pam that he may. He could afford to buy and sell anything he pleased.

She stood in silence waiting for him to react to her arrival, sensing that he wouldn't appreciate her speaking first. He just stood there, catching the afternoon sun on his face. His jacket was draped over the back of a chair at the head of the desk, and he stood with rolled up shirtsleeves as if he'd just gone twelve rounds with the board.

'I thought my instructions were clear, Miss Rose,' he said, still staring out at the city. 'I'd swear I asked you to be here at one. It's now...' - he glanced at his wristwatch - '1:10, and only now do you deign to grace me with your presence. Can you not follow a simple order?'

Pam was shocked at how aroused she felt as he spoke. His scolding was like being whipped with scented bootlaces. 'I'm sorry, sir. I walked as fast as I could.'

'Well,' he replied, 'it looks like I'll have to train this tardiness out of you. If you want to work up here you'll soon learn to follow my instructions to the letter. Take a seat.'

Pam scurried over to the table red faced, pulling out a chair beside the one on which Foster had draped his jacket. As she sat the dildo pulled at her, lifting up against her firm, aching clit. She couldn't help but gasp.

'You're enjoying my gift, I see. I trust the fit is correct?'

Her voice was little more than a whisper. 'Yes, sir, it's perfect. Thank you.' Pam wondered if she'd ever be able to speak up in Foster's presence. She couldn't imagine doing so. Whenever she thought about that square jaw, his strong hands and powerful, thrusting cock she turned from lioness to kitten. The strength and confidence she'd felt walking up to the office was all but gone.

He rolled down his sleeves and picked up his jacket as he spoke. 'I'll be chairing a meeting in a moment, and I'd like you to sit in on it.'

'Yes sir,' she replied quietly. 'Would you like me to take the minutes?'

Foster smiled and shook his head, pulling on his jacket. 'No, Miss Rose, I'd like you under the table. Hurry now, the board will be here in a moment.'

In an instant he reached out for the lapel of her jacket, tugging the hidden strap beneath. A short retractable leash rolled out from the neck, and with a sharp tug down Pam was pulled to her knees. 'There's a good girl, you just climb right on under.'

Almost as soon as she was hidden from sight the first board member walked in. Pam could only see a pair of heels and slender legs. She listened to the slightly muffled pleasantries exchanged between Mr Foster and the new arrival. More people entered, a dozen or so in quick succession, and Pam had to quickly shuffle out of the way to avoid being seen as they pulled back their chairs.

Foster took a seat at the head of the table, only recognizable by the distinctive pinstripe of his trousers, and Pam carefully crawled toward him. She saw that he'd attached her leash to a hook beside him on the underside of the table, and as she crawled slowly past the legs of the board members he reached down to give it a light tug.

Above her she heard the familiar chatter of a typical board meeting, dull and dry, filled with updates of product lines she'd never heard of. It was clear from Foster's voice that he found it all painfully boring.

Finally she reached him. She kneeled on all fours between his open legs, her knees scratching against the rough carpet and the dildo pulling tight against her clit, and reached up to his fly. Beneath it she felt him already swelling, sensing the heat of his cock through the fabric. She gently, carefully pulled down the zipper and reached inside to free him, finding him growing by the second under the table.

His erection popped out eagerly, growing by the second in her hands. For a moment she crouched with it resting in her palm as she watched it swell, excited and grateful at the thought that Foster was thinking of her as he grew harder.

First she wrapped her fist delicately around the shaft, lifting it as it grew more solid beneath her fingers. She dipped her head between his legs and drew her tongue across his hot, tight ball sac, and grinned to herself as she heard his voice catch in his throat above the table. He covered it with a cough.

Already the tip of his cock was growing wet. In the dim light beneath the table she could see a tiny bead of clear liquid form, and she delighted in licking it off with the wet tip of her tongue. She blew lightly on him, feeling his balls tighten with anticipation.

The moment she closed her lips over the head she felt something she'd been dreading. His scent filled her nose, driving her insensible with desire, and as the dildo slipped and thrust into her with each movement she knew she was about to come. Since she'd stepped into the elevator she knew it was inevitable. She'd been holding off her arousal, but now her mouth and nose were full of the delicious, intoxicating taste and scent of her man she knew she could resist no longer.

She also knew she didn't dare make a sound. To give away the fact that she was down here would be disastrous, she knew, but that thought only made her climax come all the quicker. The idea of being caught with Mr Foster's stiff, thick cock filling her mouth as she lay with a slick black shaft buried deep in her tight, dripping pussy drove her to distraction. She could barely fight the urge to climb out into the room, lay herself naked in the table and invite Foster to take her while everyone watched.

Pam gripped Foster's thighs as the first wage of convulsions flowed through her. She pressed her lips tight around his shaft to stop herself from moaning, but nothing could stop the freight train of an orgasm approaching. Her hands automatically moved to her skirt, leaving her weight balanced on the thick shaft of Foster's cock. She pulled up her skirt, forgetting about the dildo attached to it, and almost screamed as it pulled sharply against her throbbing, twitching clit.

Now she lay with one hand running along the drenched, gushing lips of her pussy while the other hand hiked her skirt up at the front, forcing the dildo to press hard against her. She could barely breathe. Foster's enormous shaft stretched her lips wide and buried itself in the back of her throat, and her eyes began to water as she gamely tried to run her tongue around the base.

Above the desk the meeting was wrapping up, but not quickly enough. She knew she'd be done coming long before the board members left.
I can't stay quiet much longer! Get the fuck out!

She prayed silently as Foster thanked everyone for their attendance and settled on the date for the next meeting. She squeezed her eyes closed as he asked if there was any other business to attend to, and almost yelled out in thanks when nobody spoke. Now her finger were buried deep inside her, thrusting in and out as she imagined Foster's firm cock filling her. In her mouth she felt him begin to twitch, pulling back slightly as his orgasm grew ever closer. 

Finally, a century after it began, the meeting drew to a close. She heard chairs scrape back and footsteps fade away, and eventually Foster's own chair pulled back pulling her with it as her weight shifted forward in his waist.

She rolled to the floor, out from under the table and onto her back. Foster looked down hungrily at her convulsing, writhing body. Her jacket hung open and her pink, pert nipples thrust out from the tight holes in her blouse. Her skirt was up around her waist, only attached to her by the shaft still pressing firmly against her red, swollen clitoris. Her eyes were glazed and her lips wet, and Foster grinned at the sight of her frantically slipping her fingers in and out of herself.

She could barely mouth her words. Between ragged gasps she implored to him, 'Please!
Please
fuck me, sir!'. He didn't need to be asked twice. He fell to the ground, looming over her. For a moment she feared a repeat of the sex in the elevator, a rough and desperate fucking that would end with her lying alone in torn clothes.

Instead he kissed her, touching her lips with his for the first time. His tongue thrust into her mouth hungrily, passionately, and as it did he reached down and pulled her hands from her pussy, slipped the slick shaft of the dildo carefully from her.

He pulled away from her, returning moments later to gently kiss her ear. 'You're beautiful, Miss Rose,' he whispered, his hot breath flowing over her neck. 'You've earned your place.'

His words barely registered. The sensations flowing through her were just too strong, unstoppable and overwhelming. She felt Foster straddle her, lowering himself into her and running the top of his hard shaft against her tender, desperately quivering clit. It was all she needed for her climax to reach its peak. She yelled out, moaning at the top of her voice, and as she convulsed beneath him she felt Foster's - Robert's - orgasm arrive. He gushed inside her, filling her to bursting with his juice, and as her voice rose even louder he pressed his lips against hers to silence her cries, redirecting her energy down to her throbbing, aching pussy.

Chapter Four

Pam didn't remember when she passed out, but at some point after the waves of ecstasy had passed her eyes closed and she left the waking world. She woke in confusion, taking a moment to remember where she was.

I was in the conference room. I... but why am I here?
She noticed for the first time the long, comfortable couch beneath her, and as the fog clouding her mind cleared she saw that she was in another office, richly furnished and cool. She was wrapped in a warm, thick blanket, and she realized she was naked beneath it.

A door opened and she flinched, ready to bolt in shame, but when she saw who entered she relaxed instantly. It was Robert.

'Where am I?  How did I get here?'

Robert smiled, and for the first time Pam noticed the warmth in his eyes. 'This is my office, Pamela. I carried you here. The conference room is just next door.' He set down a tray beside her, on which sat a teapot and two china cups. 'I should apologize. I think I may have asked too much of you to walk around all day with that toy inside. It seems it was a little much for you.'