Billionaire Bond: My Billionaire Boss, Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

Published at Smashwords by Emily Cantore

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His email said to be in his office at
precisely 4:30pm and h
ere I was counting the minutes,
daring myself to walk in five minutes late.

I looked down at my computer clock.
4:27pm.

I looked up the email, although there
was nothing else to read. He'd written
Be
in my office at 4:30pm. Don't be late
in the subject
line and left the body blank. Only his signature was
there:

Jackson Stone

CEO

Stone-Black Corporation

The clock ticked over another minute and I
felt the desire to leap up and rush into his office. Although,
according to Ms. Green, the phantom HR manager who I barely saw,
being early was just as bad as being late for Mr. Stone.

Since our encounter last week, I hadn't seen
Mr. Stone even once. I received all my work tasks via email from
Ms. Green and the phone on my desk never rang. I was sure Mr. Stone
was in his office but the doors were so well sound-proofed I
couldn't hear anything through them. I even came into the office
one morning an hour early and found them closed, as though he was
already hard at work. The only proof I saw he even existed was his
BMW sitting in the car park.

It seemed that after he'd bent me over
his desk and spanked me and then used my vibrating bullet on me
that he really did mean it was never going to happen again. A wild
plan had formed in my mind to push him a little - forget to
add
Sir
when I was answering
him, take down the notes poorly - but I couldn't do that if I never
saw him.

Maybe this is what he did - let himself cross
the line with his assistants and then just freeze them out. They'd
either quit or if they didn't, they'd be fired for some made-up
reason. No matter my forbidden desire for Mr. Stone, I was
determined not to be fired. I only had surface access to
Stone-Black's files and I wasn't stupid enough to start snooping
only a week in but I knew eventually I'd be given some access.

Then to see the look on his face when I
revealed a hidden crime to the press. I imagined his face - angry
at me, furious at being tricked and felt my body respond. The
spanking that would follow-

I screamed as I felt a hand on my shoulder
and jumped up from my chair. Mr. Stone was standing behind me. I
didn't need to imagine his furious face because I was looking right
at it. He was dressed in shades of black and grey with a red pocket
square sticking out of his suit pocket. I caught his eye and then
looked down at my computer clock.

4:31pm.

"Come with me," he said, his voice almost a
whisper. He stalked off back to his office, the heavy mahogany door
swinging shut behind him.

"Stay calm stay calm stay calm," I repeated
to myself as I gathered my yellow legal pad and pen.

With my heart pounding, half hoping he'd
punish me for being a minute late, half hoping he would pull me
close, I adjusted my pencil skirt and walked through the doors.

*

Mr. Stone was sitting behind his giant black
desk, looking at a computer monitor that was set to the side. He
waved his hand at the chair at that sat in front of the desk. I sat
down, noticing that hidden panel hiding the golden bar was so well
disguised as to be invisible.

He turned the screen to face me. It was
showing stock prices of various companies and graphs showing lines
going up and down. Stone-Black was on there, currently in a dip but
slowing rising.

"What do you see?" he asked.

I let out a held breath and read down the
list of names on the side of the screen. So I wasn't going to be
spanked for being a minute late?

There were tech companies, mining companies
and a few food companies. Some of their prices were going up,
others down and others were pretty much a straight line. What was
he asking me about this for? I'm no idiot but the stock market
wasn't my thing. Every time I thought about stocks I got an image
of Scrooge McDuck laughing as he swam in his money bin. The closest
I ever got to real money was that time I found ten bucks on the
bus.

"Stone-Black dipped but is coming back up,
Sir."

"And what about this?" He pointed to a dip in
another company's line. There was no name, just the acronym
SBU.

I looked at the timeline across the bottom.
"Um ... three months ago they had a similar dip and then came out
of it?"

He frowned at me.

"Sir," I added quickly, my pulse speeding
up.

"That was them admitting their solar
technology wasn't as good as they claimed and this is us admitting
the same thing but for different reasons."

He turned the screen back around to face him
and then looked at me. Even just sitting there in his chair he was
young and vital. He was strong and he moved silently.

I looked down at my notepad and readied my
pen, as though I was about to write something down. I couldn't hold
his gaze. Already I felt my sex heating against his chair just
being near him. I felt like his scent infused the room and
saturated me.

"Look at me, Delilah," he said, his voice
commanding.

I swallowed and looked up into his eyes.

"You're going to be given access to our
systems as though you were
me
.
Do you understand? I need you to follow my instructions precisely
and without error. You are going to have access to a lot of
sensitive material and I need to know that I can trust you. Can I
trust you?"

I suddenly felt see-through as though I was
made of glass. My blouse was sheer white and I knew he could see my
black bra beneath it. I wished I was covered in a suit of armor
rather than having him sitting in front of me asking I he could
trust me.

"You can trust me, Sir." I said, feeling the
lie slip over my tongue like it was made of lead.

"Good. Now go back to your desk, I have work
to do."

With a wave of his hand he dismissed me and
started typing on his keyboard. I stood up and walked out. In the
polished surfaces in his office on the way out there were about six
different views of Mr. Stone. In none of them did he look up at me
walking out. With a sinking heart I left his office, the heavy
doors closing behind me.

I sat down at my desk and saw I had two new
emails. The first was from Ms. Green telling me my security access
had been upgraded to the top level. I now had access to every
single part of Stone-Black. It came with three pages of various
warnings about misusing information which I skipped over. I saw
that it had been sent at 4:32pm. They'd upgraded my security rating
before Mr. Stone had even asked me if I could be trusted?

The second email was from Mr. Stone and the
timestamp showed it arrived a minute ago. There was no subject
line.

You will hand-write "I will not be late" one
hundred times and bring it to me at 5pm. Do not be late.

Lines? He had given me lines?

Even as I felt myself rebelling
-
maybe I'll make a spelling mistake. Maybe
I'll take it in at 5:01 -
I pulled out my yellow pad
and started writing.

I will not be late.

I will not be late.

I will not be late.

*

At five on the dot I rapped on the door and
waited for Mr. Stone to call me in.

And waited.

And waited.

I stood there for five minutes before I
decided to push open the door. Mr. Stone sat behind his giant
polished desk glaring at me with his blue-green eyes.

"I have what you want. Sir," I said and waved
the yellow legal pad.

He seemed to snap out of a trance then and
his features softened.

"Come here," he commanded.

I walked in, making sure to keep my eye on
where I was going. No way was I going to trip over on the rug in
front of him again. Even so, I was slinking just a little and
swaying my hips. If this was any other man I'd fallen for at work
I'd be flirting with him in the break room, finding excuses to be
around him, touching him lightly on the arm and smiling, brushing
my breasts against him oh so accidentally...

He held out his hand for the pad. I handed it
over and he looked through the pages. He was actually reading the
lines and counting them!

"Next time put a number at the beginning of
each line," he said and handed the pad back.

Next time?
He
was going to be assigning me lines again rather than punishing me
the way he had, the way I wanted.

"I have an important phone call soon. I will
need you to listen in and take notes via your intercom.
Understand?"

"Yes sir."

He nodded toward the door. I stood up and
walked out, unable to stop my hips from swaying. But again, in all
the reflections I could see of him, he didn't look up.

*

Half an hour later and there was no phone
call. I thought about heading out for another lap around the
internet but really, nothing interesting had happened in the last
ten minutes that I needed to see. I also had access to every record
and file I'd ever want but there was no way I was going to start
browsing before Mr. Stone gave me instructions on what to look for.
That would be a guaranteed way to get fired.

I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. My
stomach was already hinting that perhaps it was time for food.
Normally I'd be out of the office by five and there is this amazing
soft pretzel cart halfway home. Just thinking about it made my
stomach rumble.

I relaxed and let my mind wander. Mr. Stone
spanking me, a delicious hot pretzel, the scratched-up antique
coffee table I'd bought three weeks ago that I planned to varnish,
Ms. Green the phantom HR person, Mr. Stone whispering in my ear
that he wanted me...

"Ms. Neri..."

I opened my eyes to find Mr. Stone watching
me and I suddenly realized I must have been asleep or on the edge
of it. It was after six. The sun was setting and heavy rainclouds
had massed over the city.

"Your call," I said, trying to straighten
clothes and hair at the same time. It was a futile task: my hair
had escaped its tie and my skirt had decided to hike itself halfway
up my legs.

"It didn't happen," he said, sounding
annoyed. "It's time to go home."

He stood there watching me as I scrambled to
gather my things and turn my computer off. His face was unreadable.
Was he waiting for me? Was he just being polite? Once I finally had
everything together I followed him to the elevator and we stood
there in silence waiting for it to arrive. Finally, about three
eternities later, it arrived and I followed him in.

In the confined space, his scent seemed to
magnify and sweep over me. I forgot about being hungry, forgot
about feeling awkward. What if he just grabbed my hair and forced
me down on my knees. Made me open my mouth and unzipped his
pants...

"It's quite late. I will give you a ride
home."

My mind reassembled the sentence into
something far hotter and it took me a moment to respond
properly.

"It's not far, I'll walk."

"Most people know better than to turn down a
request from their boss."

I glanced at his reflection in the elevator
doors but his face was smooth and his gaze level. Was he joking or
annoyed?

We reached the bottom and the doors opened.
He stepped out and I followed him. Then he turned on the spot so
quickly I almost ran into him.

"One last time Delilah. Come with me."

I could barely think straight with the
barrage of thoughts going through my mind. The closeness of his
body was short-circuiting me. I was getting hot and between my legs
I could feel myself getting wet. I swallowed and looked down at the
floor but caught myself glancing at the front of his black suit
pants and the leather of his belt. I closed my eyes.