Worthy of the Billionaire

He groaned as he slid in on the ice melt, my pussy wet and dripping. He filled me, threatening to burst me at my seams as he slowly began rocking in and out. He held himself above me, careful to not disturb my body. I wondered what I felt like, with the ice cooling my normally hot interior. It must have felt amazing, because he began to speed up, his hips digging into mine with a pleasure that made me cry out. Any lingering ice was quickly melted by our friction, my body heating again like a furnace, desiring more wood. I wanted him in me, I needed him in me, I needed all of him.

I pulled against the elastic bandage, but it held solid, keeping my hands above my head as he plowed deeply into me. I arched my hips to meet him, crying out as my ribs began to ache. I wanted to cry; it hurt and felt so amazing at the same time. He had managed to mix my pain and pleasure again in ways I hadn't ever imagined possible. He pulled out and put my injured leg up on his shoulder.

“Doctor said to keep this elevated...” he chuckled as he guided his massive cock back towards my entrance. He pushed himself deeper than I thought he could go, splitting me in two. I took a breath to cry out, and my ribs resisted. It hurt so terribly, but he began rocking in and out, penetrating my boundaries again and again. I could almost forget about the pain the pleasure was so great. He was so gentle, yet incredibly forceful; he made sure he was getting what he wanted, but at the same time trying to prevent me from pain he couldn't control.

I wanted to hold him close, dig my nails into his back and sides, but the bindings on my hands held fast. Each thrust was more intense. The blindfold heightened everything; I could smell his delicious masculine scent, taste his kisses still on my lips, hear his excited breathing and the gentle slapping of our bodies colliding. I reveled in it, letting my senses take control and forget the pain.

I rocked my hips to his tempo, feeling the friction inside of me removing every trace of ice. My spine felt like it could melt from desire, a burning cord down my back, only surviving by the memory of the ice. Every thrust consumed me, my body racked with pleasure and pain at the same time. He put his fingers on my clit, rubbing them in a small circle as he plowed into me. The extra stimulation distracted me further from the fire in my ribs, the agony of every breath. I wanted to scream with pleasure as he touched me, but breathing deeply hurt, so I could only moan. My body hummed with sensation, his cock filling me, his fingers on my clit, the ache in my ribs. His pleasure combating my pain.

I could feel him swelling, his tempo increasing as he found his own rhythm. I urged him on with my hips, my ribs on fire, my insides aching for his seed. His breath caught, and he plunged deeply inside of me, pushing a thread of white hot liquid into my core. I cried out with release, my own fire quenched by his liquid.

He lay carefully beside me, untying me from the bed. My hands were still bound together as he pulled me close to him, mindful of my ribs. We lay together, recovering slowly as our breath returned. He then untied me, helping me to sit upright. With my hands free, I grabbed his head, pulling him in for a kiss. I could taste my own salty tang on his lips, his mouth once again warm.

“Raise your arms up,” he said gently. I looked at him warily, eying the headboard again. He laughed, and picked up the ice packs he had brought with him, pushing them gently against my ribs. The mass of cold made me gasp a little, and I held them in place while he wrapped the bandage around me.

“I have a feeling that wasn't part of my doctor's orders” I grinned at him as he finished and looked over his work.

“But I bet it made you feel better,” he said as he kissed my nose.

“Much! Now, tell me about your day...” I tried again. He wrapped his arms around me, his lips right at my ear, whispering the secrets of his day.

***

I have never felt so happy to go to work. The next day I practically skipped into my office, though with my leg and ribs being as sore as they were, it was more like a happy limp. Stack of paper covered my desk, stray get well soon cards popping out like affectionate mines. The thoughtfulness of my co-workers amazed me as I worked my way though my absence. It felt good to be back in the swing of things. I focused on catching up, ignoring the files burning a hole through my laptop. I wanted to work on the mystery of those files, but my job kept popping up. It took me a week before I felt like I had finally caught up enough to look at them.

***

I looked at my desk. The inbox was empty. It was a little after 5pm, so most of the staff had gone home, but Mr. King was working late that night. He was my ride home, so I was working late too, but I had finally caught up. It was the perfect opportunity to look at my files. I pulled them up and began working on them when an email popped up on my phone. It was a system wide update about the 401K matching program again, reminding everyone to sign up to the full amount. It suddenly hit me that I had downloaded my statement the night of the accident. It was one of the files that had been on my computer, but I had never actually looked at it.

I opened it up, checking the balance. I had started out putting only 5% into the fund, but with Olivia constantly emailing about the matching incentive I had recently upped it to the full 10%. Something about the date stuck out to me, so I cross referenced it with the projected employee fund costs. Despite me upping my fund, the payment to the employee matching fund didn't increase.

It struck me as odd and I pulled up those files. The fund amount never seemed to change- it was always the full amount. I began pulling up employee pay records, looking for fund contributions. They didn't match up. I took a deep breath, a feeling of anticipation rushing through me in waves. This could be it. I looked at the other numbers for other departments, pulling up the pay stubs to match spending reports for every department I could think of. None of them matched properly.

I leaned back in my chair, my brain buzzing around in my head trying to focus on what I was seeing. I could even follow how clever it was, the safeguards in place to keep anyone from finding out, and because of that, who had done it. It was an incredibly creative way to steal money from the company without the company finding out, or even suspecting.

Whoever was doing this was making it appear as though almost every employee was donating at least 10% of their pay into the 401K plan, and thus being fully matched by the company. In reality, only about 75% of the company was actually at the full matching criteria, 20% had partial matching, and 5% weren't even actually enrolled.

Whomever had set this up had created imaginary accounts that the company was matching incentives into. The excess funds were diverted into a separate account, thus effectively siphoning off hundreds of thousands of dollars every month. The company expected to pay that much in matching incentives, so no one had looked into to see that it was actually matching real employee accounts. My head was still spinning around the concept, but I knew I was onto something big. I took a couple of screen shots, saving them immediately to my cloud storage, and picked up the phone.

“Mr. King, please...” I waited patiently as Ms. Aloute rang into his office. “Mr. King, I found it. I think I figured out who is stealing from the company. I'll be up in a moment to show you my work.” I barely registered his response as I slowly set the phone back in its cradle. It was all about the matching 401K plan.

“Very good Ms. Vanders. You figured it out. I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything about it though. Please get up slowly.” Olivia Roberts voice purred from behind me. I turned slowly in my chair to find her pointing a revolver straight at my head. Her perfect pink lips curled in a sadistic smile as I slowly stood.

“Good. Now, I need you to be the good little girl that I know you are; if you behave and do as you're told, you don't get shot. I don't want to kill you, Ms Vanders, but you are not ruining this. Now get your jacket. Pick up my keys on the desk there. You are going to drive me to the airport. I have a plane to Cape Verde to catch.” Her plastered smile never faltered as she slid the gun into her coat pocket, clearly keeping it pointed at me through the fabric.

“How did you do it?” I asked cautiously as I put on my coat. I tried to move slowly, hoping that too much time would pass and Mr. King would notice I was gone and call security. It was a thin hope, but still one I was willing to cling to.

“No stalling. Move faster and maybe I'll tell you.” She growled, waving the gun in her pocket to accentuate her point. I picked up her keys and she grabbed my arm and pushed the gun into my ribs. I was incredibly glad she had picked the side that didn't have the fractures, but it still hurt. I limped a little as we walked, my leg protesting the speed that she wanted me to go.

“Walk faster.” She growled, practically dragging me along.

“I can't- I got a little busted when my car rolled over, remember?” I hissed at her through clenched teeth.

“I'm sorry about that. I only meant to scare you, but you just hit that shoulder and flipped. You should be grateful I called the ambulance for you at all.” Her voice was cold and uncaring as we entered the garage. She waved to the guard and pushed the gun in my ribs until I waved to him as well. He waved and turned back to his newspaper, letting us head to the car. I wanted to scream.

“I want to know how you did it.” I gasped as we got to her car. I didn't open the door, just stood there with the keys in my hand until she finally rolled her eyes.

“Fine, you drive and I'll tell you all about it. Get in the fucking car, Claire.”