The Billionaire's Woman Trilogy (4 page)

She unclasped the bra from behind her and let it drop to the floor as her breasts sprang free. Her nipples were already rock-solid in anticipation and ached for attention. Sharise knew James would satisfy her soon enough, but patience had never been her strong point. Her panties were lacy, just the kind that James liked; he had revealed that to her one night in a rare session of pillow talk. Since then, she had strove to wear them every chance she got.

The panties slid down her pants and dropped to the floor until she stood before him, completely in the nude. James nodded. “Good,” he said. “Now go over there.” He gestured towards the wall with his chin.

Sharise approached the restraints a bit apprehensively, but then thought of the possibilities. Stuck to a wall, completely at the mercy of James Waldorf? There were women who would kill for that chance. She turned to face him, backing against the wall. James approached her, securing first her wrists, then her ankles in the cuffs.

He knelt at her pussy, and Sharise thought he was about to begin to eat her out, but instead she felt a small, round object enter her, and gasped. She glanced down at James, and he only grinned, then stood to whisper in her ear.

“You’re going to beg me for satisfaction, Sharise.”

He turned and walked to his desk, taking forth a glass and a bottle of scotch. As he did so, he clicked a button on the small remote.

The device in Sharise’s pussy purred into life, vibrating rapidly against her, sending pulses of pure pleasure up and down her spine. She screamed and bucked her hips forward, but found she couldn’t move very far because of the cuffs. James stood by the window and sipped his scotch, occasionally glancing back at her. He admired the view of the city from his office, the mountains in the distance reaching far off towards the horizon.

Sharise felt her climax rapidly approaching, and started to feel her legs give out. She struggled to stand up right, but her body wanted to collapse. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, James clicked the button again, and the vibrations stopped.

It was a double-edged sword. She wanted to finish, but as she gasped for breath, she was welcome for the respite. James knew how to make her walk the razor-thin line between pleasure and pain, and how to prolong that pleasure for as long as possible.

He stood in front of her, and she gave him a pleading look. Her nipples ached, and the pressure in her loins was nearly unbearable. James leaned down and took her chin in his hand, turning her face upwards, and kissed her deeply, savoring her lips. He smiled. “See, isn’t this better than doing all the work yourself?”

Sharise nodded. “Yes, sir.” At ‘sir,’ his smile grew.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her on the head. He kissed her again, reaching around to grab her ass as he did so. Sharise felt a finger begin to prod at her asshole, and clenched in response. “Now, now,” James said, with the patronizing tone of a doctor. “Loosen up.”

She made a conscious effort to do so, and found she enjoyed the sensation. It wasn’t quite the same as being fucked from the front, and things were a bit stretched with the bullet vibrator still inside her, but it felt good. James continued to kiss her, and Sharise quivered with pleasure as her nipples brushed against the soft fabric of his suit. His finger continued to probe around her ass, until he stopped and withdrew another plug from his jacket. Holding it up to her mouth, Sharise dutifully licked and sucked on it until it was thoroughly wet, and then gasped as James fit it slowly into her asshole.

Sharise thought she would burst. She didn’t see any way she could fit both inside her at once, and she longed to climax. “Sir?” she asked, tentatively.

James glanced at her. “Yes?”

“I want to come.”

James shook his head. “You will when I say so. Not a second before.”

“I want to come with you.”

James cocked his head to the side. “What was that?”

Sharise took a breath, shuddering as she felt the wash of pleasure from being doubly-penetrated. “I want to come with your cock inside me. I want you to fill me.”

James chucked. “How about you show me what it’s like without me, first?” He clicked the button.

Both devices began to vibrate, and Sharise felt the world fall away from beneath her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and she went slack in the restraints. The only thing that kept her from falling to the ground were the cuffs on her arms, and as she hung against the wall, her body spasmed time and time again.

Pain and pleasure lost all meaning in those moments. Worries about college, about tuition, about what would happen after she left the company, none of it mattered in those moments of ecstasy. As the orgasm rolled over her in waves, Sharise could think of nothing. Her body was no longer her own. In those moments, she was at James’s mercy.

When finally the storm passed, she pulled herself to her feet, her legs weak and wobbling. James walked over to her, chuckling, and wrapped an arm around her as he unhooked her from the wall. She fell forward into his waiting arms. Just as easily as if she were a pillow, he picked her up and set her on his desk, her naked form spread out in front of him. Sharise still fought to catch her breath, her mind fuzzy from before. James looked down at her, withdrawing the two plugs from her cavities.

“That was quite the performance, Sharise,” he said, his voice husky with lust. Her eyes popped open. She had
never
heard James Waldorf lose even the slightest bit of control before. Yet as she stared at him, she could see his eyes slitted, his mouth open slightly. He breathed heavily at the sight of her, and Sharise knew he craved her desperately, as much as she craved him.

James deftly took his shirt off and slipped out of his pants, leaving himself naked quickly. Sharise traced the contours of his chest with her eyes, the thick muscles tapering into the finely-honed abs underneath, leading even farther down to his enormous cock. His member quivered, bouncing slightly with each beat of his pulse. James sat down in his desk chair, and Sharise slid off the desk, turning around as she reached him.

James deftly maneuvered her down until she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself. Sharise could feel his throbbing length filling her, the sensations far more than anything a butt plug and vibrator could provide. She quickly felt herself building up to climax again, but James grunted. “Don’t come until I say so.”

Sharise nodded, hoping to herself that she could hold on that long. She wasn’t sure; yet, as his tempo increased, she could feel James swelling inside of her. Again and again he thrust, until he said, with some semblance of calm, “You may orgasm.”

Sharise let loose, her hips rocking back and forth across him. Her pussy grabbed his cock and squeezed it, and she felt James explode within her, his hot spunk filling her with a warmth unlike anything she had ever experienced. Again and again he spurted until the cum dripped from her slit, sliding down the shaft that still filled her.

She could swear her orgasms could raise the dead, and as it ended, she fell back against his chest. James chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. Goosebumps sprang along her super-heated skin as he did so, and Sharise sighed with contentment.

She glanced up at him. “Thank you, again.”

He surveyed her, his eyes sweeping across the room. “You’re quite welcome. I feel as if you’ve satisfactorily thanked me.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have plans for the night?”

Sharise nodded. “No, no plans…no plans, sir,” she added.

James nodded towards a well-hidden door in the back of his office. “I have a small apartment here. Why don’t we rest, get cleaned up, and perhaps fit in another round later on?”

Sharise smiled. “Sounds great!”

Sharise yawned, and watched the clock tick ever so slowly towards five o’clock. She couldn’t wait to get home; she needed to study. Classes had started, and she was trying her hardest to stay on top of them. She had James to thank for that. After he had paid her tuition, he acted like it was no big deal — but once classes had started, he cut down her tasks at work so she had more time to focus on her studies. He was sweet like that, although Sharise knew he would never admit to it. He marched around the office with a perpetual frown of concentration. Sharise sighed; she supposed he had to, being the billionaire poster child of America, and the owner of the single largest corporation in the world.

Today Sharise had forgotten to bring any of her materials with her, and so she sat and twiddled her thumbs after finishing her chores for the day. An earlier attempt at conversation had been met with grunts and near silence. She didn’t think much of it, though; James was always like that when he was focused, but he had seemed rather distant the past few days.

She heard the clock tick over, and didn’t need to look to know it was five. The sounds coming from outside her office were enough. As people stood and rushed for the door, Sharise gathered up what little she had and waited for James. He opened the door of his office, smiling at her. “Sharise,” he said.

She smiled sweetly at him. For all of the rumors that he was a cold, heartless monster, she knew differently. He could be incredibly kind, even if he did speak with a silver tongue in the bedroom, controlling her and dictating every action they took. Of course, Sharise didn’t mind — she enjoyed it, relished giving herself up to him. There was something freeing in letting James control everything that happened.

Just the thought made it hard to resist him. He strode over to her and wrapped his arms around her neck, his broad shoulders dwarfing her smaller frame. “Come to dinner Friday,” he breathed, his breath caressing her ears. “I want to see you there.”

“Okay!” Sharise said, excited. He never asked her to dinner at his own home; they always went out somewhere, and back to his place for the after dinner activities. But as she met his eyes, James looked away, and Sharise could swear she was a hint of red cross his cheeks.

Was James Waldorf…
blushing
?

He turned to face the light, and his face had resumed its normal, cool composure, so she couldn’t be sure. Sharise wondered what was going through his head that actually made the richest, most eligible bachelor in Denver blush. She figured she would find out tomorrow night.

Sharise leaned up and kissed James on the lips. “I have to go study, okay? I’ve got a test coming up.” James nodded.

“Sure, but let me give you a ride home, okay?”

Sharise smiled. “Okay!”

***

Sharise let herself in the front door with the key James had given her previously, took off her shoes, and looked around. She didn’t see him anywhere, but the smell drifting from the kitchen made her mouth water. She followed her nose towards the kitchen and stepped inside to where James stood, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, still in his vest from work that day. Sharise shook her head, amazed that the man had the gall to cook in a piece of clothing that likely cost as much as her own kitchen.

She stood and watched as he moved gracefully around his cooking area, having not yet noticed her presence. She thought he didn’t know how to cook — Sharise could remember the first time she stood in his home, bringing him supplies before the pair left for New York. That had been the event that started their relationship, something she never could have imagined.

Sharise must have made a noise, because James turned around and jumped a bit in place. “Sharise,” he said. “How long have you been there?”

“Just a few minutes. I was watching you cook.”

James nodded. “I see. I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Would you like some wine?” He gestured towards the dining room table, already set with two plates and a bottle of wine that likely equaled Sharise’s yearly salary.

She shook her head. “No, I’ll help you get everything ready.”

James held up a hand. “No, I couldn’t ask you to do that. This is my treat. Please, sit. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Sharise did as she was told, sitting down at the place he indicated. When James’s back was turned, she arranged the silverware in the right pattern. Poor guy, she thought; he was trying so hard, but didn’t quite know how everything went. For as well educated and brilliant as he was, there were some major blind spots in the way he did things.

After a few minutes, he stepped into the dining room, serving plates in hand. Heaped on the plates was roasted chicken and pasta, and it smelled heavenly. He sat the dishes down, returned to the kitchen, and brought forth a bowl of pasta sauce. He set that down on the table, popped the cork on the wine, and poured a glass for them both.

“Cheers,” he said, and toasted. Sharise laughed, clinked her glass against his, and they began to eat. She noticed how incredibly quiet it was in his home, with no one, not even maids or a butler, there to keep him company. James had never seemed to mind, but Sharise wondered if just hid it well.

“James, can I ask you something?”

He looked up from his pasta, a spot of sauce on his cheek. Sharise dabbed a napkin and wiped it, and he nodded.

“Are you okay?”

James looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

Sharise shook her head. “I don’t know, you’ve been acting oddly these past few weeks, and then out of the blue, you cook dinner like this? You just don’t seem like yourself.”

James cleared his throat, and his usual composure returned. “I’m fine, Sharise. Nothing to worry about. I just thought this would be a nice treat, considering all that you do for me. We usually go out for meals, but that’s always fraught with hiding from the media. I thought you might desire a peaceful, less eventful meal.”

Sharise thought this over. Sure, it made sense — but he was always excruciatingly aware of his surroundings. There is no way he would have gotten sauce on his face unless something was seriously on his mind. But if he wanted to talk about it, he would tell her later — Sharise knew him well enough to figure that out.

Their conversation stayed light, drifting from topic to topic, and held lots of laughter. Sharise thought he had loosened up since they had begun to date, but she couldn’t be sure. After all, she hadn’t known him that long. When dinner was finished, James stood, gesturing towards the back gate. “Would you like to take a walk?”

“Sure!” she said, smiling. She promptly realized she didn’t know what was behind his home, as they usually arrived late at night, and spent the night in the bedroom, not at all concerned with the outside world.

As James led the way, helping Sharise down the steps, she gazed over the manicured gardens that stretched as far as the eye could see, even into the trees that stood at the edge of the yard. Roses, violets, tulips, and dozens of flowers she couldn’t name lay before her, demanding she stop and smell each and every one. An enormous fountain rose from the shrubbery a few feet to their left, and a hill rose up a bit further on. Sharise could see a bench on top of the hill that overlooked the garden.

She turned to James. “I didn’t know you had this back here!”

He smiled. “This is where I come to relax. It’s quiet, and there’s no threat of anyone sneaking back here. I have private security that handles that.” Sharise looked around, but saw no one. She took his word for it, though. There were plenty of hiding places for guards to remain out of view.

James held out his arm for Sharise, and she took it eagerly, walking beside him through the garden paths. Around the fountain they went, taking their time. They strolled along in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Finally, they reached the bench on top of the hill, and Sharise saw that it had been engraved with a pair of names. “This was my grandparent’s bench,” James said, brushing his finger lightly along the marble. “I had it moved here from their former home, as a way to remember them by.”

Sharise smiled softly at him, and laid a hand on his arm. He was strong, cold, and ruthless at business and in the bedroom, demanding everything go his way, but she also enjoyed this soft side of him. He gestured for her to step around the bench to get a better view, and Sharise thought the garden looked even more beautiful from up here. From the hill top, she could clearly see the patterns of the flowers, how they laid planted throughout the garden.

James had gotten very quiet, so Sharise turned, and gasped.

Before her, on one knee, was James Waldorf. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped, the words not coming. He started again. “Sharise, since I’ve met you, my life has done nothing but improve. You make everything about my day brighter, and you have made me understand aspects about myself I never before understood. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He produced a small, elegant ring, the diamonds glittering in the light of the setting sun.

Sharise’s hands were to her mouth, and she felt a lump rising in her throat as her eyes filled with tears. “Yes!” she cried, unable to believe what was happening. They hadn’t talked about marriage, but she had been afraid something was wrong. She didn’t know that something was going so
right
.

She watched the tension visibly drain from James’s shoulders, and he stood to take her in his arms, slipping the ring onto her finger and crushing her lips with a kiss. She returned it eagerly, her brain still in shock, trying to process what was happening. James’s hands trailed down her back, rubbing small circles through the fabric before lightly cupping her ass. His breath caressed her ears as he whispered, “Then you have made me the happiest man alive.”

Their kiss deepened, and Sharise felt the blood rushing through her body. Every place James touched seemed to come alive. She pushed him onto the bench and sat straddle of his waist, trying to absorb his essence into her. She was going to be his wife! This man, who made her feel alive, who showed her what it meant to be a woman, wanted
her
and no one else.

The thought pushed her into overdrive, and never before had she wanted so eagerly to make love with someone. Not fuck them, just make love, to demonstrate everything he meant to her. Sharise felt James growing hard through his pants, and pushed her hips down to grind against him, taking delight in the way he gasped.

Then it was her turn to gasp, as he stood and began to carry her towards the house. She continued to kiss him, nipping at the spots on his neck that she knew he enjoyed so much. She felt his hands give her ass a quick, tight squeeze, just as he shouldered the door open and marched to his bedroom.