Expose (Billionaire Series)
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Authors: Evelyn Harper
EXPOSE
Volume
3
Evelyn
Harper
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Copyright
© 2015 Evelyn Harper
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Copyright
© 2015 Evelyn Harper
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All characters
appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.
Warning: This work
contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature and it is written for adults only (18+).
All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age.
Table
of Contents
1
I tried to control
my breathing as Mathis approached me, his red silk tie in his hands. I’d never
done anything like this before. Sex had always been vaguely enjoyable, but I’d
always felt as if something was missing from the descriptions my friends had
given, the way it was depicted in books and movies. I had never experienced the
explosive fireworks everyone always talks about, the complete surrender of
control to be replaced with utter, unadulterated bliss. It had always been a
little bit mechanical and a little bit disappointing – until Mathis.
The first time
Mathis and I made love, I felt complete and whole, every part of me united in a
storm of magnificent fireworks sending my soul soaring into the sky. It had
been incredible, and I knew that nobody else could ever make me feel that
amazing.
This time was
another step, and I knew it would take me to places I’d never been before. I
was a little bit apprehensive. I thought I had known every expression which had
ever crossed Mathis’ face, but this was different. His face was hungry, his
soft lips pulled into a seductive smirk, and his eyes glinting with an energy
I’d never seen before. It made me nervous, but I could feel the rush of
excitement coursing from my chest to the tips of my fingers and toes. My pussy
was weeping, ready to be plundered and filled by Mathis’ rock hard, throbbing
cock.
I gasped as Mathis
grabbed both of my hands, holding them gently out to the sides as he walked me
slowly back until I was pressed against the wall. He was still smirking, and I
could barely look at him without my heart fluttering like a trapped bird.
“You’re so
beautiful,” he whispered to me. “I want to see you tied up and open for me.”
He captured my lips
in a kiss, and it was searing and dominating, his tongue twining with mine and
his lips molding against mine. It was over in a few seconds, but it tasted like
excitement, a small flavor of what was to come.
Mathis spun me
around so my body was flush against the wall. He held my hands above my head,
and he pressed his own tall, athletic body flush against me, letting me feel
his hard cock pressing against the small of my back, showing me how hard he was
for me. I gave a little moan as a flash of his cock thrusting and riding inside
of me skittered through my head. I was light-headed and alive with desire.
Mathis pulled away,
and I felt empty and light at the loss of contact, until Mathis gently took my
hands in his again, pulling them behind my back.
The cool silk was
soft against my wrists, but soon Mathis had tightened it into sleek bonds which
bit into my skin whenever I tried to flex them or move them.
“Trust me,” Mathis
whispered into my ear.
“I trust you,” I
whimpered. I turned around, wanting badly to touch him, to embrace him, but I
was helpless –entirely dependent on his mercy.
I gasped as Mathis’
broad body blocked my view of the office again. I was a fragile bird next to
his potent strength and animal dominance. He was the predator, and I was the
prey. He undid the first few buttons of my shirt to expose creamy white
cleavage, a soft, supple curve which made him growl with lust. He undid a few
more buttons, his fingers working swiftly and his lips caressing the side of my
neck, until my shirt was open, inviting him in.
“I love this,” he
groaned. “I love your gorgeous, perfection.” When he gave my breasts a squeeze,
a squeak escaped me. “I love the sounds you make.” He let his fingers ghost
across my belly, and I gasped, the skin scorching where he had touched me. “I
love your sexy curves.” He caressed my waist, stroking my curves, making me
lean my head back and press myself into his touch.
“Most of all,” he
whispered in my ear, pushing his hand below my navel and under my pants, going
lower until he found the warm wetness which was begging for his attention, “I
love your hot, sweet pussy.”
I gave a
high-pitched moan as his clever fingers found my clit, stroking it lightly at
first and then harder, twisting it and pushing it until I was moaning and
writhing in pleasure. Sweat trickled down my back and I fought to keep my
breathing away from helpless sobs. It was pleasure like I’d never felt before,
concentrated and heady. I wanted to hold Mathis tightly, my nails digging into
his smooth, tan flesh as his fingers moved from my clit and buried themselves
inside me, picking up a brutally fast rhythm. I forgot how to breathe properly,
and every breath came out as a scream, the pleasure building so quickly, so
intensely that there was nothing I could do.
I couldn’t move,
and I couldn’t push him away. I didn’t want to push him away. I wanted to feel
this way forever, my entire body like a live wire, thrumming with electricity
as strong as a thunderclap as Mathis fucked me relentlessly with his fingers.
I came in an
ecstatic convulsion, the pleasure so intense that my knees buckled, and Mathis’
strong arms were the only thing holding me up. I collapsed into him as he held
me, my breathing slowly returning to normal.
My face was flushed
and my hair was tousled. I must have looked a mess, but Mathis tucked my hair
behind my ears and kissed me gently.
“Are you okay?” he
asked softly. The hungry, dominant man had been replaced for a moment with the
gentle, concerned Mathis I knew best.
“Y-yeah,” I
stuttered.
“Good – because I’m
not even close to finished,” Mathis said, and he smiled again, his wicked
smirk. The words sent a jolt of desire through me, and I knew that my body and
mind were both willing for more of this intoxicating pleasure. I gasped and
moaned as Mathis bent his head to trace his tongue over my pulse point on my
neck, from my ear down to my collarbone. I shuddered in pleasure at the
delicate sensation, before groaning in pain and glee as he bit down hard on my
neck, sucking the tender flesh until a red bruise blossomed. As he licked,
kissed and sucked at my neck, marking me and making me moan, his hands worked
over my body, tracing the curves of my waist and stroking over my back. His
hands were so large against my small body that I was wholly encompassed by him,
every part of my body overwhelmed by his. I barely noticed as he unzipped my
pants, tugging them off me with my panties and letting them pool on the floor,
where I kicked them off to free my legs.
Suddenly, he let go
of me again, and I whimpered at the loss – then my eyes grew wide as I watched
him unbutton his shirt and throw it on the floor. I drank in his hard, toned
abs and the strong, athletic contours of his chest. Then he unzipped his pants,
throwing them on the floor to join his shirt, letting his rock hard cock bob
free, red and swollen and wanting.
Mathis put one hand
on the top of my head and I knew what he wanted – I wanted it too. I wanted to
take all of him into my mouth and taste him, feel him and make him feel good.
I fell onto my
knees clumsily, but I ignored the pain as I crashed onto the floor. It was hard
without my hands – I had no control and no way to hold onto Mathis. He pulled
the back of my head towards him and I took him into my mouth, just the tip at
first, but he pulled me closer so his entire engorged member slipped into my
mouth.
He groaned as the
wet heat engulfed him, and I enjoyed the way he felt, hard and warm and smooth.
I began to bob my head, sweeping my tongue over the underside of his cock,
whirling it around to get a taste of head. He tasted like sweet musk, and I
wanted more. I began to suck a little harder, and I heard Mathis stifle another
groan above me. Every other sensation was lost to me as I focused on his cock,
intent on bringing him so much pleasure that he fell to his knees.
If I’d had my hands
free I would have fondled his balls, teasing them and playing with them gently
as I sucked him off, but I had to content myself with his cock. I sucked
harder, bobbing my head faster, and I could hear his breathing becoming
erratic. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth even harder onto
him so that almost his entire member was engulfed in my moist, warm cavern. I
tried to disengage my gag reflex as he hit the back of my throat. It felt good
to have so much of him in my mouth, to hear him moan. Even though my hands were
tied, I felt as if a little of the power had come back to me.
A wicked thought
entered me, and as I bobbed my head back and forth, I let my teeth scrape ever
so lightly over the sensitive flesh. He gave a loud groan and suddenly pulled
me off him so that his cock came out of my mouth with a wet pop. I looked up at
him, and saw he was fighting for control. I wiped my mouth on my shoulder and
gave him a sly smirk – two could play at this game and I wasn’t letting him
have all the control, not even with my hands tied.
“Wicked girl,” he
grinned at me. “Who gave you such a sinful mouth?”
“I aim to please,”
I said, my voice husky from the work my throat had done.
“I’m going to have
to teach you a lesson,” he said.
My body sang with
excitement as he said the words. I could see the glint in his eyes which showed
he meant it. I wondered what sweet torture he had in mind for me. He pulled me
to my feet and led me to the table, where he bent me over, so that my ass
cheeks were spread out in front of him, round and soft and inviting. I hummed
in pleasure as his hands glided softly over the exposed flesh, following the
round contours of my ass.
“Bad girls,” he
said, “get punished.” He brought down one hand flat against my ass, giving it a
firm slap. I hadn’t expected it – I let a shriek escape me. The flesh tingled
where he had hit me, but to my surprise the sensation added to my wetness. I’d
never been spanked as a part of sex before – never seen the appeal of it before
– but the feeling of doing something slightly darker was intoxicating.
I squealed as
Mathis spanked me again, a little harder. Knowing that he was now in control
and I was helpless made me feel terrified but also exhilarated, like the climb
to the top of a roller coaster before a breathtaking drop. I knew that he’d
stop any time I wanted – but I didn’t want him to. I hadn’t known there was a
part of me which liked to be hurt, but each slap got me wetter, had me panting
and horny, ready for more. My ass cheeks tingled and smarted, but I loved it.
After several sharp
slaps to my ass, Mathis flipped me so my tied hands pressed against the desk
and my thighs spread wide, baring my pussy to Mathis’ hungry eyes. He got to
his knees and licked at the juices which were smeared on the tops of my thighs.
His hot, rough tongue on my sensitive skin had me weak-kneed, and I almost came
as he lapped up my sex, enjoying my flavor on his tongue.
He worked his way
from the tops of my thighs, down the inside of my leg almost to my knee, and
back up again, teasing the soft, eager flesh with his lips, nipping at it with
his teeth, laving it with his tongue. I was in ecstasy, the little touches
turning me on to such a degree that a single stroke of my clit would unravel me
in a moment. I needed to be touched so badly, I was almost crying. My ass was
still burning, the backs of my thighs digging into the hard wood of the desk,
my wrists aching against the silk of Mathis’ tie, but…strangely, I barely
noticed. The world had shrunk until only Mathis’ lips and the spot they were
worshipping existed.
“Mathis – please,”
I gasped. “I need you inside me.”
He looked up, not
taking his lips away from the spot just next to my pussy where he had been
creating a delicious love bite. His pupils were so dilated that they were
almost black, and another jolt of desire shot through my pussy, the throbbing
intensifying so that it was almost painful.
“Please,” I
whimpered again.
He stood up, and I
saw that his cock was even thicker and harder than before, straining against
his toned stomach. I could feel my pussy responding, desperate to feel that
hardness.
Mathis pushed me
down so I was lying flat on the table, my legs spread, wantonly baring my
soaked pussy for Mathis to gorge himself on.
He grabbed my legs,
spreading them as wide apart as they would go. I ached for contact – every
second he delayed his plunge inside me was sweet, unbearable torture.
Finally, I could
feel him positioning himself between my legs. I clamped my thighs around him,
trying to pull him in, but it was useless. He held me firmly. My arms were
positioned awkwardly behind my back, unable to do anything.