Worthy of the Billionaire

Mr. Thayer seemed overjoyed. “Thank you so much, sir! You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Mr. King smiled, the first genuine smile I had seen all day. “You’ve got a lot of work to do, so I won’t keep you. Just know that I’m expecting a lot of you, and that I hope you won’t disappoint me.” There was a bit of a steely edge in his voice as he spoke the last words, as if there was an implied “like Mr. Cirrus did” at the end of the sentence. Mr. Thayer excitedly picked up the chair that Cirrus had knocked over and quickly walked from the office.

Mr. King turned his attention to me. “You’ve managed to keep from disappointing me too, and I am quite pleased with this report. You may have changed the course of this company for the better, and I am already glad I hired you. I’ll see you tonight.” He turned back to his computer, not waiting for any response. As I walked out, I was happy to have pleased Mr. King, and decided I would go to dinner that night, if only to get the opportunity to please him again in a more personal way.

***

Dinner was delicious. Roasted tarragon chicken, chili green beans and with a risotto that would make a chef cry. A dry white wine accented the dish perfectly. Then a sweet dessert wine and tiramisu for dessert. The conversation was as good as I remembered it from our college days. He still had that irritating ability to find any hole in my logic and exploit it mercilessly. It made for a fantastic back and forth as

we debated the merits of everything from football to politics. I managed to get him to laugh several times throughout the meal and every time it made my heart beat faster. When he smiled like that it was contagious, and incredibly sexy.

We sipped on the last of the wine in his study. He wanted to show me a project he was working on. He had me sit at his desk so that I could see the computer screen as he typed. I watched with interest as the next big thing in programming opened before my very eyes. With him hovering over my shoulder to point out what he was planning on doing, I couldn’t concentrate on the screen. I breathed in his cologne, a smell that reminded me of rushing water in a deep woods, and leaned back into his chest. He kept talking, the rumble in his chest soothing and intoxicating as the wine. His hand strayed to my leg, and I leaned into him. He nuzzled my neck and I knew neither one of us cared about the computer anymore. He helped me up and we quickly moved to the bedroom.

A big four-post monstrosity of a bed dominated the room. The door clicked quietly shut behind me and the room seemed to quiver with excitement. I walked obediently to the foot of the bed, turned around and waited for him to tell me what he wanted. He stood looking at me for a moment, a tender smile gracing his face. I had missed him.

“Take off your dress and bra. Then give me your hands.”

I sexily slid out of my black dress, the silky fabric falling to the floor. I made sure he got a show as I wiggled out of the bra. He didn’t say anything about my heels or lacy panties, so I left them in place presenting my hands out in front of me. He sauntered towards me, his eyes like storm clouds of lust. He had a long satin scarf in his hands that he wrapped skillfully around my wrists. The cool fabric felt soft against the bruises from the twine, a gentle caress of black satin.

He raised my hands above my head and tied the scarf ends to the top of one of the bedposts. He ran his fingers down my arms, down my cleavage, along the curve of my hip, and then along the top of my underwear. His touch was like fire, burning into my skin and turning my insides into an inferno of desire. He kissed me then. It started sweet, but became more powerful as our tongues merged. I bit his lower lip, keeping his mouth close to mine. His hands were strong on my shoulders, his body pushing mine into the bedpost.

I could feel his erection pushing against my hip, straining to escape its cloth confines. I rubbed my hips towards him, dancing along his body. He groaned into my mouth before pulling back and stepping to the nightstand. I could only hear him open a drawer and pull something out.

He came back into my line of sight with a bamboo skewer, like one a person would use to make shish-kabobs. He had a devilish gleam in his eyes as he loomed in front of me. He ran the small wooden stick down my arm. It felt sharp, but didn’t even leave a mark on my skin. A twinge passed through my stomach in excitement at the possibilities. He reached behind him, pulling a second scarf from his back pocket. With a mischievous grin he tied the silky black fabric across my eyes.

Darkness enveloped me, as I heard him chuckle. He kissed my neck, down to my collar bone, and gave a small kiss to the middle of my cleavage. A sharp line flared down my cleavage line. I gasped and puffed my chest out towards him, liking the razor-sharp sensation. He kissed a nipple, making it stand to attention. The pink nub went into his mouth, and then he blew a breath of warm air on it. I shivered and suddenly felt the tip of the skewer pointing into the upraised flesh. I knew that the stick was not sharp enough to hurt me, but it still felt as though he were pushing it through my skin. I whimpered and he pulled back, running it along the curve of my breast. He repeated the piercing sensation again, waiting until I whimpered to stop the pressure.

He backed away from me and I heard a rustling noise that could only be the sound of him removing his shirt. I could feel his warmth radiating next to me as I heard a click as the skewer hit the floor and I wondered what was coming next. A hand caressed my hip, tracing the outline of my panties. A single finger grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled them down.

I stood still as they lay around my feet, not trusting my balance in heels to remove them further. An appreciative chuckle filled my ears as he looked me over, blindfolded with my hands held high and naked but for a strappy pair of heels. I groaned as he tenderly touched my pussy lips, a light touch that made my juices flow. He fondled my lips, slowly opening me like a flower and finding my sweet clit. He pinched it between his fingers and grabbed my ass.

“Come for me. Come like a good girl” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my clit between his fingers. I panted as my body ached to fill his command. A second hand reached up and began playing with my nipple, the dual sensations threatening to tip me over the edge. He kept chanting for me to come, and in a matter of moments my body tensed and released, a flood of color surging though my blindfold. As I swam in eddies of delight I could feel him back away and remove the rest of his clothing. Part of me was disappointed that I had a blindfold on and missed the show, but the thrill of not knowing what was coming next was worth it.

I felt his cock on my slit, lightly running up and down my opening, the only thing touching me. I leaned forward, but he stood his ground, keeping the only connection between us the tip of his cock. I moaned as my juices leaked onto his member and he slowly leaned into me, pushing on the entrance to my pussy.

I wanted to feel him in me, and I tried to move my hips to take him in, but he blocked every attempt and just kept himself on the edge. I could feel my lust and desire building inside of me, and I seriously considered begging him to fuck me. The words were forming on my lips when, suddenly he thrusted up, and railed his cock deep into my pussy.

I wasn’t expecting anything like that and I yelped, fighting my restraints. He grabbed my hips and penetrated me, pinning me to the bedpost as he took exactly what he wanted. He grunted with the effort as he slammed his massive cock deep into my tight pussy. I wrapped one leg around him, his skin hot against my leg as he dove deeper and deeper. I wished my hands were free to bury into his back, but I loved having them up in the air. I was helpless to his desire and I loved it. His mouth found my shoulder and he bit down, a surge of endorphins flooding my skin. My cries only spurred him on, my calf feeling his ass contract with each thrust upward.

He ripped off the blindfold, the light of the room momentarily blinding me, as he pulled out and stepped back. There was a delicious sheen of sweat on his brow, and his cock glistened with my wetness.

“Get on the bed” he growled. I put a knee up on the bed and crawled up, managing to be semi-graceful despite the lack of my hands. He stalked around and jumped on the bed, grabbing my hips and positioning me into a modified doggy style. My hands held the banister close to where they were tied, my ass pointing back into the bed where he was waiting. His fingers dug deep into my hips, grabbing my hip bones and he again began thrusting. I arched my back thrusting my ass up to meet him.

A sizzling hand print found my ass with a loud smack as he continued to rail into me. Another spank followed behind, a satisfying slap sound filling the air. I wanted every inch of him. I pushed my ass back into his abs with his every thrust, his balls bouncing on my ass. Our skin met with a carnal slap with every plunge, the sound filling the room and mixing with our cries of passion.

His thrusting was growing erratic and stronger; I knew it wouldn’t be long now. I felt him swell within me and then with a guttural roar, spray his hot seed deep into my loins. Hot cum seared into my pussy, filling me with white. He kept ramming his cock into my backside, his cum leaking out and making it slippery. He fucked me until he could fuck no more, and when he pulled out, I moaned with release, feeling empty and full at the same time.

He slapped my ass again, my ass-cheeks red with handprints from the previous spanks. I held still waiting for him to release me. Instead, he stood up and walked to the dresser, opening a drawer. He pulled out a delicate pearl necklace. He carefully undid the clasp and placed it around my neck, reaching around and closing it on me. He then reached up and undid the scarf holding me in place, my hands going to my throat once they freed themselves of their satiny bounds.

It was a strand of iridescent black pearls that just hovered above my collarbone. They were all perfect matches of each other, and so dark they seemed purple in the gleam of the light. I had never seen anything like it; it was simple yet absolutely stunning. He had a sheepish grin on his face as he watched me play with it.

“You like it?”

“Love it.” I beamed at him.

His smile lit up the room. He looked like a proud child, happy to have pleased.

“Do you promise to keep it?” His brow crinkled a little at the thought that I might return it. I couldn’t dash the hope in those eyes. Besides, I knew whatever it cost he could afford it. I promised and he practically danced around the room. His happiness made me laugh as he did a happy dance.