Men With Power: Seduced by a Billionaire (3 page)

“
Don't.
Leave those on. I like them.”

Smiling,
I acquiesce, and stand before him entirely nude, a voluptuous goddess
atop my stilettos. Then unable to take any more teasing, I allow my
fingers to slip between the folds of my pussy. I am slick with
desire, my clitoris engorged and incredibly sensitive. My first
gentle circle with my index finger sends a wave of pleasure through
my body, and despite myself I let out a gasp. Using two fingers, I
put a little more pressure on my clit, and Evan watches me rub myself
in ever more frantic strokes. My body is tingling all over, desperate
to be fucked, to explode in the all consuming orgasm I can feel
building inside me.

“
Don't
stop, Iris. You're doing so well,” Evan says softly, as he
comes to kneel beside me. As I continue to stroke my clitoris, he
trails his fingers up my thigh, teasing my wet pussy lips before
finally slipping one finger into my dripping hole. My muscles clench
around it and I cry out, overwhelmed with the need to be filled. He
slips a second finger inside me and begins to move them in a
beckoning motion, stroking the front wall of my pussy in a way that
feels so good, I can't help but push back against him. I rub my
desperate clit, losing myself in pleasure, feeling my orgasm build
relentlessly. Then suddenly he stops and with his free hand, moves my
fingers away.

“
I'll
take it from here, if you don't mind.”

Then
his tongue is on me, swirling around my clit as he fucks me hard with
his fingers. The pleasure is so intense, unlike anything I've ever
felt before, and suddenly my legs feel weak. Luckily he is supporting
me as he continues his assault on my senses, wrapping his lips around
my hungry clitoris and sucking gently on the swollen nub. Oh god, I
am going to come, it is all too much and already I can feel the first
waves of orgasm washing over me. He flicks his tongue over my clit in
short strokes, and it tips me over the edge. I implode, my insides
erupting in glorious spasms as the pleasure hits me. It is only when
he gently places a hand over my mouth that I realize I am screaming.
I have never come this hard in my life. It seems to last for hours.
Then the waves subside, and I come to in Evan's arms, weak and shaky.
He is smiling at me.

“
You're
a lot of fun to watch, Iris.”

“
I'm
glad,” I say, unable to organize a witty reply in my scattered
mind.

“
Now,
I want to show you something. If you're ready.”

I
nod, though I still feel a little unsteady. Evan hands me my
wineglass, and ushers me towards a door in the corner of the office.
I'd noticed it when I entered, but had assumed it was a supply
cupboard. However, as he opens it and flicks a switch, it reveals a
short passageway, leading to a set of stairs.

“
Shouldn't
I, um, cover up a little?” I say nervously, but Evan just
grins.

“
Where
we're going, you've pretty much nailed the dress code. You ready?”

Despite
my misgivings, I can't help trusting Evan. After all, he's my boss,
not a serial killer...I hope.

He
takes my hand and leads me up the creaking staircase. At the top is
another door, with a coded lock. Evan punches in some numbers at
lightning speed, and it swings open into a large, dark room.

“
Hang
on just a moment,” Evan says, fumbling along the wall until he
locates a light switch. As the lights come up to a soft glow, I take
in the scene before me. The room looks like a member's club lounge,
all spacious leather sofas and dark wood bookcases lining the walls.
But a few things seem out of place; display cabinets in one corner
hold a variety of strange looking devices, and there are rails and
hooks bolted to the walls in very odd places. And the sofas are
arranged in a semicircle around a large table, upholstered on top
with red velvet. It looks antique, and well used at that.
Instinctively I cover my breasts with my arm, and I look round at
Evan.

“
What...um,
what is this place.”

Seeing
my face, Evan looks worried. He takes my hand, and sits us down on
one of the sofas. The feeling of leather on my bare backside is
decidedly pleasant.

“
Maybe
I shouldn't have brought you here Iris...I don't want to rush things.
I just have a feeling that you may be the right kind of girl
to...enjoy certain things with me.”

“
What
kind of things did you have in mind?”

He
smiles at me and I feel my heart leap in my chest.

“
This,
Iris...we just refer to it as The Lounge. It's been here for years,
used to be a sort of private space for the VIPS, directors of the
board. You know, somewhere to talk sales figures over a glass of
Scotch. But a few years ago, a few of us found a more...interesting
use for it. As a place to indulge our most private desires. To
experience the kind of pleasure that the outside world doesn't always
accept.”

“
You
mean, other people come up here?”

“
The
one in my office isn't the only door – though it is the
closest. There are passages running to other parts of this
building...even some of the others on the block. Only a few,
carefully chosen people know that they exist. We're an exclusive
little club. And even though we've just met..I'm kind of hoping
you'll be part of it.”

“
Why
me?”

“
You're
young, you're sexy and you seem...open minded. I don't know, I just
get the feeling you might enjoy the kind of games we play up here.
There's no pressure, nobody will make you do anything you don't want
to. You can leave any time you like. But...I don't think you'll want
to.”

“
There's
nobody here right now, is there?”

Evan
smiles and wraps his arms around me.

“
No,
Iris. Right now, it's just us. Which is how I want it. “

He
kisses me again, softly, almost tenderly parting my lips with his
tongue. His hands begin to explore my body, warming me with his
touch. A small, sensible part of my brain, tells me to run, to put
as much distance between myself and this crazy room as possible. But
with Evan's mouth on mine, that little voice is drowned out
completely. He strokes my back, moving round to caress my breasts,
stomach, thighs, edging closer to the sweet spot between my legs. I
feel a fresh gush of moisture from my pussy, and can't help but grind
myself against the smooth leather of the couch. Finally, I am allowed
to unbutton his shirt, and I press my lips against Evan's smooth
chest, rippling with just the right amount of muscle. The smell of
his cologne hits me again and makes me ravenous, nibbling his neck as
I press my aching breasts against him.

My
hands find his belt buckle, fumbling with nerves and desire, but
finally freeing him. I pull his chinos off and his boxers come with
them, unveiling his full, majestic length. I catch my breath; he is
even bigger than I had expected. A tiny drop of moisture glistens on
the head of his cock, and I am struck by a sudden urge to taste him.
I kneel between his knees, and he does nothing to stop me.
Tentatively, I lick my lips, and slip the smooth head of his cock
between them. I hear Evan moan and it spurs me on. Slowly, I push my
lips down the length of him, taking more of his shaft into my mouth
until the tip pushes against the back of my throat. He moans again as
I repeat the motion, filling my mouth with his cock, swirling my
tongue around the head and tasting his salty secretions. He winds
his fingers in my hair and pulls gently. The pain is startling at
first, but it seems to heighten my arousal, setting all my nerve
endings alight. As I thrust his cock into my mouth once again he
grunts with pleasure and I feel him stiffen even more. “Iris,”
he pants, “oh God, Iris, hold it a second.”I slide my
mouth off his cock and look up at him questioningly. “I don't
want to come before I've had the chance to fuck you,” he says,
pulling me to my feet. I am quivering with anticipation, my pussy
flooding, dying to have him inside me. He leads me to the red velvet
table, and suddenly I am nervous.

“
Bend
over, Iris, “ he says commandingly, “show me that lovely
little ass of yours.” His voice steadies me, and I comply. I
press myself against the velvet tabletop, feeling the soft fabric
against my breasts. There is a warm, musky aroma to the fabric.
Standing behind me, Evan runs his hands over my trembling backside,
trailing down between my cheeks, teasing my asshole with the lightest
of touches. I jump, but it is not altogether unpleasant. I hear him
chuckle.

“
Not
today, my dear. But maybe one day soon.”

I
blush, glad he can't see my face. But the idea doesn't repulse me.
His fingers continue their erotic path, stroking the lips of my
pussy, gliding through my wetness. I moan softly. He moves to touch
my clitoris again, and I let out another groan, feeling my desire
build even further. I am ready for him. But still he holds back.
Suddenly he steps away from the table, leaving me feeling abandoned.

“
Evan?”

“
Stay
there my lovely, I'll be right back.”

I
have never felt so exposed, bent over with my ass in the air, my most
private place open and on display. I listen carefully to Evan's
footsteps as he approaches the table, craving his touch. But it is
not his hands that caress my
backside.
It's something else, something leather by the feel of it as he trails
it over my skin. I go to twist around to look at the mysterious
object, but his hand is on my back, pushing me down into the table.

“
Don't
move, lovely. You'll see what I've got for you in good time. Now tell
me, Iris, do you like being spanked?”

I
suppose, given where we are, I should have expected something like
this, but it still takes me by surprise.

“
I...uh,
I don't know...”

“
Would
you like to find out?” The leather is stroking my skin now,
trailing over my buttocks and the back of my legs. I squirm, unable
to contain my arousal.

“
Your
body says you do, Iris. But I need to hear you say it.”

I
hesitate a beat, the sensible part of my brain once more fighting for
my attention. But my desire is in control now; logic seems to have no
place in this room.

“
Yes.
Yes I would.” For a moment nothing happens. Then all of a
sudden I feel a sharp sting as the leather bites in to my sensitive
flesh. The pain takes my breath for a moment, but quickly fades to a
warm sensation that spreads over my skin. Evan trails the leather
over my back, bringing it round to my face so that I can see what
he's holding. It's his brown leather belt.

“
Again?”

“
Yes,”
I reply without thinking, and the belt comes down again, harder this
time, the pain transforming into an intense pleasure that
reverberates through me. Evan pauses, and I tense, scared of the pain
yet somehow desperate for more. There is a sharp crack as he takes
another stroke, and I cry out, pleasure coursing through me in the
midst of the pain. My pussy is aching with arousal, and I cannot stay
still, desperately rubbing myself against the soft fabric of the
table as Evan continues to spank me. He pauses and rubs the palm of
his hand over my stinging skin, before slipping his fingers into my
dripping cunt. I moan louder, relishing the feeling of being filled
even as he brings the belt down again.

“
You
look so damn hot right now Iris,”” he says, “you
have no fucking idea.”

Then
I hear the belt hit the floor, and Evan's fingers are gone, replaced
with the tip of his swollen cock. He teases me, rubbing himself
against the entrance to my pussy until I think I will go mad with
desire. I want to scream at him, to beg him to fuck me, but I can't
find the words. Finally, agonizingly slowly, he eases himself inside
me. He is larger than any man I've ever been with, and I groan with
pleasure as he stretches me open. He pulls back for a moment and
then thrusts himself into me hard, filling me to the brim. He grabs
my ass as he fucks me with determined strokes, his fingers digging
into my soft flesh. The pleasure is nearly overwhelming, his cock
finding hot spots inside me I never knew existed. I can feel my
orgasm building again as he rams his full length inside me. Then he
pulls back, and lands one last stinging slap on my ass. The shock
sends me over the edge, and I start to come, pulsing with pleasure as
he continues to ravage me. As I peak, moaning his name, he gives one
final thrust and lets go, flooding me with his warm juices. We
collapse onto the table and I lie there, spent, enjoying the feeling
of his weight on top of me. After a few moments he stands up and
gently pulls himself out of me. He helps me up and checks his watch.