Pawn of the Billionaire (8 page)

Her gasp was enough to send me wild.

“But I’ve never been … you mean you’d spank me? Nobody’s ever spanked me!” Her eyes flashed defiance, but I could see a glitter of rising excitement there too.

“Then it’s about time you learned what consequences are, Antonia.” My grip on her arm was firm enough to be able to draw her with me over to the upright chair in her bedroom. It was out of sight of the windows, and I used my free hand to pick up the untidy pile of clothes from it and dump them on the floor.

“After your punishment, you’ll be picking all these up under my supervision.” She glanced up at my face, and realized that my fierceness was an act, and she relaxed slightly, though her breathing was rapid.

I
sat
on the chair and brought her around to face me. I wanted to move quickly, before she thought too much about it. “Drop your pants.”

Her hands went to the button of her jeans, and she hesitated. “Are you …”

“Don’t think about it too much.” I let a note of gentleness into my voice, after all she didn’t know me very well. “Drop your pants.”

Her face flamed with embarrassment, and she unbuttoned her jeans. She couldn’t bring herself to push them down though, and I took over, pulling them down to her knees. I left her panties on as it might be too much too soon to take them off, and then I pulled her face down over my lap.

“No, please. I’ve learned my lesson,” she said. Her voice was a bit muffled, and I smiled. This felt good.

“I’m glad you feel that, Toni. I’m going to make sure the lesson stays in.” I tugged her jeans further down her legs to her ankles. I needed to be able to get between her thighs in a moment. I looked at her ass and her long, shapely legs as she lay over my lap, and my hand smoothed over her tight cheeks. She drew her breath in sharply.

“All right. Antonia, I’m going to punish you for being an untidy little madam, and for being angry at the staff for something I ordered them to do. Do you understand?” While I was speaking, I let my hand slide between her thighs, and pressed her pussy lips gently through her panties. I wanted her in no doubt that this lesson would proceed and be followed by a further lesson in bed.

She jerked beneath my hand and I felt a spurt of dampness between her legs. The little minx was excited by this. Then she shifted again, and I knew she could feel the hardness of my cock as it pressed into her belly.

I let my hand meet her ass sharply. “I said, do you understand?”

She jumped again. I hadn’t hurt her. Let her think it wouldn’t hurt.

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good.” At that, I laid one arm across her back to hold her onto my lap, and with the other I tugged her panties down to her knees. She immediately went rigid and began to wriggle. “Please.”

I pressed my hand against her ass. “Stop that. Stop moving, or it’ll hurt more.” I smoothed my hand over her ass, gentling her, stroking her, arousing her, and she eventually lay still once more.

I concentrated on remembering this, her perfect round ass offered up to me to do with as I wished, her breathing fast and rasping. “Fifteen spanks.” I let my tone be firm, and I rubbed her cheeks firmly.

Then I lifted my hand and let it meet her ass with more sound than pressure. But it would sting in a moment. She jumped under my hand, but didn’t make a sound. Then I spanked her other ass cheek. Now I could build this up. I began a steady rhythm, and her ass cheeks reddened under my hand. My cock was rigid and hard with what I was doing, controlling and teaching this girl a lesson she wouldn’t forget. The real lesson was to obey me, to do as I asked and to be willing to humiliate herself in front of me for my pleasure.

She began to cry out softly. “Please, that’s enough. You’re hurting me. Ow.”

“Fifteen spanks, Toni. You can take this. You have to learn to be a lady. This is number eight.” I continued, letting the occasional one drift down to the sweet spot where her thighs met her ass, and I would hear her sharper intake of breath. After ten, I let my hand drift between her legs, slide along her lips, and touch her tender clit and she clenched around me, her wetness evidence that she was excited by what was happening.

I continued her punishment, spanking her harder now. I wanted her to be aware of her sore bottom every time she sat down for the rest of the day. She’d soon learn who was boss.

I counted the last three out for her, so she’d know she was nearly through, and after the fifteenth, I stayed in position, rubbing her ass gently, tenderly, to reduce the stinging. She struggled to get up, though, and I could hear her hiccuping little snivels.

“Wait a moment more,” I soothed, continuing to rub her ass, round and round until she flopped down again, willing to wait for me to make the next move. I bent, dropping a kiss onto each pink-marked cheek. Then I lifted my arm and let her rise unsteadily to her feet. Her face was tear-stained, more, I thought with the humiliation than the pain, and I smiled.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” I reached out, and stopped her pulling up her panties and jeans.

“Yes,” she muttered.

“Good. Then it’s time for your reward.” I stood up and picked her up, two strides and I was at her bedside.

S
he hissed
as her tender bottom touched the bed cover as I laid her down on the bed, but I ignored her, pulling her jeans and panties the rest of the way off, and then slipping her tank over her head. She looked rather spaced out by the events of the morning so far, and I hurriedly stripped, my eyes on hers, holding her still.

“You’re so lovely, Toni. You’re learning so fast, and you’re ultra hot.” As I lowered myself onto her, she winced again, so I lay beside her and teased my hand along the line of her jaw. “Toni. I’m sorry that it hurts, but I want you to feel that for the rest of the day. Then you’ll learn your lesson.” I dropped a kiss on her forehead. “But it was so hot, seeing you lying across my lap. Now I want to fuck you hard and give you pleasure like you’ve given me.”

She looked at me, her tear-stained face showing confusion. “Yes, please.”

I kissed her again and reached for my jeans lying beside the bed. Sliding the wrapper from the pocket, I tore it open with my teeth and held out the condom. “Put it on for me, please.” Her eyes widened, and she rolled onto her knees. I watched as she looked at my cock, and her tongue touched her lips. Fuck, I nearly wanted to stop her, make her draw me into that luscious mouth, but I bit my lip. Next time. This time it was her reward.

Then she touched me, took my length in her hand, encircled it, and I tried to suppress the jerk. She smiled and put her finger to the slit on my tip, and then put her finger to my mouth and tasted me. I groaned at the torment as I watched her, and her lips twitched as she rolled the condom onto me, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated.

I reached out to pull her down, but she made a face of discomfort as I tugged her to lie down. I smiled.

“I wonder why it is that you’re uncomfortable? Could it be that you were a bad, untidy young lady?” I kissed her hand. “It’s lucky that I’m feeling kind, isn’t it?” And I rolled onto my knees, turning her onto her front, exposing that luscious pink ass to view. I slid my hand down between her legs, and heard a quiet moan as she separated her legs slightly. Then she collapsed her weight onto her forearms and buried her face in the pillow, pushing her ass back towards me.

I let a finger slide gently inside her, feeling her clench around it. “Toni, are you all right with this? If you’ve hidden your face I can’t see how you feel.” I pushed another finger inside her, slipping past her G-spot and felt her jerk.

She threw her head back at the sensation. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” her gasp was enough and her face was buried in the pillow once more.

I
shouldn’t be begging
him. He’d just put me over his knee and spanked my ass. I should be furious. I should be raging. I should slap his face and walk out. But I wasn’t. I was incredibly turned on. His fingers deep inside me could feel how incredibly wet I was, my ass stuck in the air was almost certainly red with the aftermath of being spanked and I could feel the throbbing deep ache of need within me.

I held the pillow in my hands and pushed my face down harder into it. Waiting. Waiting for his cock to push deep inside me, to meet my deep-seated longing to be filled, to belong to him. His fingers slid within me, and my hips jerked back hard against him as his thumb connected with my clit. I clamped my legs around his hand and tried to rub against him.

His quiet chuckle brought me to my senses. “Let me in, Toni.” His hand pushed at my thighs and I felt the hardness of his cock pushing at me. I moaned my need and relaxed my legs. At once, I felt his cock sliding into the narrow gap between my legs. I froze, my head up an inch or two, all my concentration on my throbbing center as he pushed through my pussy lips and deeply into me. He was slick with my juices and his hands reached in front of me and found my breasts.

As he began to thrust into me, his hands grasped at my breasts, twisting and pulling at them, then releasing them and twisting, teasing at my nipples. Each little nub pebbled hard, sending a jolt of arousal directly to my clit. I clenched my legs together again, feeling his length on the tender inner surface each time he pulled almost out of me.

I relaxed back down onto the pillow, letting the rhythm of his fucking build up within me, until the increased tension through my body began to make me tighten up, the tingling spreading through to the ends of my limbs and I began gasping, knowing I was so, so close and if he stopped doing what he was doing I would just explode. I was breathing in tiny pants and he must’ve been able to see that I just needed a tiny bit more of something, and I didn’t know what it was. Then he was slowing. I could feel his cock swelling and thickening within me and I suddenly fell over the edge of a crashing orgasm, my core sucking him deeply in at the same time as he impaled me to the depths. I felt the heat of his release as the jolts of my climax radiated out along every nerve I possessed and I twitched and jerked as his hands grabbed me around the hips and pulled me closely into him, his final jerks causing further twitches from me.

As we stilled together, he began smoothing his hands along my body, making soothing sounds, and then he pulled me over so that we were lying on our sides, my back pressed up against his body, his arms around me in a tight embrace. His mouth was close to my ear and he nuzzled into me.

We lay entwined for a while, my breathing returning to normal, and the closeness of his body and the security I felt binding me closer to him with every minute. Then he took a deep breath. “Thank you, Toni. You’re amazing. Did anyone ever tell you that?” He rolled away, and dealt with the condom. I heard the shower start and he came back through, comfortable with his toned body. He stretched out his hand.

“Come on, let’s get you into the shower.”

I
sat
in the car after lunch, feeling both exhilarated and exhausted. I slipped the papers I needed out of the folder while David drove up towards the city. I couldn’t concentrate on them, and I rubbed my hands over my face and stared out of the window.

I was besotted. What the fuck was I doing, installing her in my house when I felt like this about her? I’d be better off shipping her straight off to England and letting my father and his staff sort her out. I couldn’t run my business if I couldn’t put my mind to paperwork, or if I just didn’t turn up at work one day.

But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take my mind off the memory of her body laid over my lap like an offering. An offering that I took. An offering that I would remember for a long time. It was only this morning. I wanted to turn the car around and go home, check those ass cheeks for pinkness, see if my mark was still there.

I. Could. Not. I must not. I must go to work, and sort out what to do with her app idea. In any event, I’d introduced her to Anne Russell, her new maid, and left the two of them in animated conversation about what sort of clothes would suit her new life. A phone call or two and a team of dressers and a mountain of designer clothing was descending right now at my home. I shuddered. Let them shop. I was well out of it.

I shook my head. I had to read the papers.

I
set down my coffee
. “Okay, guys. The main item on the agenda is the release of Chess, which is set for next month. But before we get to that item, I want to arrange someone to be set onto a small vanity project - except that we mustn’t call it that.”

Tom looked at me in amazement. “A vanity project? Jesus, boss. You know they’re more trouble than they’re worth.” He shook his head. “No one ever believes they’ve invented a dud. It’s always our fault if it doesn’t work. And they never work.” He was leaning forward, intent on talking me out of this. “It’s not fair on anyone to put them on this. It could set them back years in their portfolio.”

I leaned back in my chair. Tom and I went back a long way. Which is why he was the only one who’d dare to talk to me like he did.

“It’s no good, Tom. I know all that. But I’ve made a promise. End of story.” I sat forward. “I’ll make sure that whoever takes it doesn’t lose out. But this project starts tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Tom ran his hand through his hair distractedly. “I haven’t got anyone I can spare that soon.”

“I’ll take it if you like.” The voice came from further down the table. I looked over. It was one of the new guys on internship. I dredged my mind. The name came to me.

“Paul.” I nodded acknowledgment of his offer and looked back at Tom. I wouldn’t interfere in who he allocated, I’d given him that department.

Tom looked around at Paul. “I appreciate that, Paul. But you’ve not done a vanity yet. And you’re here to learn real stuff, not personal appeasement.” He glared back at me.

“See what you’ve done? Paul hasn’t got the experience you’ll need and now he’s going to waste his time on that.” He scowled. “What sort of app is it, anyway?”

I grinned. “No idea.”

“What?” Tom shook his head at me. “What the hell’s got into you man?”

I almost laughed out loud at him. “Not telling.”

I looked down the table. “Paul, thanks for the offer. You’re paid as from now at the relevant rate. Clear your projects this afternoon. I’ll bring the client along tomorrow at nine. All the usual confidentiality clauses apply.” I met his eyes. “We have to make this one work as well as we can.” I nodded at him, then turned back to Tom.

“Okay. Let’s talk about Chess.” I leafed through the marketing folder. “Have we fixed all the beta gripes now?”

T
he next day
, I took Toni to the office. In the car, I complimented her on her outfit. Anne Russell had been a good choice, and Toni looked classy and impeccable. I’d had a hard time keeping my hands off her at breakfast, but time was pressing.

She looked nervous. “How do I make sure this guy doesn’t steal my idea?” Her hands twisted. “I’ve spent so long planning how it’ll work.”

I smiled. Everyone felt that. But everyone wasn’t Toni. I leaned forward. “Toni, don’t worry. The confidentiality clauses written into all the work that’s done here are as legally tight as anyone can make them. What you work on today will be made up into notes and copies sealed and date-stamped. If anyone who has any contact at all with your idea comes up with anything similar outside the company, our notes will prove the theft in a court of law without a doubt.” I took her hand. “This is the safest way to develop your app. I promise.” I leaned back, trying to get the tension out of my body. “Besides, Paul is a really nice guy.”

She nodded, her expression clearing slightly, and I relaxed a bit.

“Just relax around him. He’s okay, and he’ll work just on your project. Anyway, the office isn’t formal. It might be a very big business, but this building is where the development stuff is done and we’re all young.” I grinned. “Except me. I think I’m the oldest one.”

She smiled back. “I don’t think of you as old.”

“I’m not!” I felt indignant. “I’m only thirty-four. But I’m older — and been in this business longer — than all of them.” I made a mock-fierce face at her. “And, before you say it, thirty-four is not old!”

She laughed, opened her mouth to answer, then suddenly her expression changed. She shook her head and looked out of the window.

“What did you suddenly think of then, Toni? You can tell me.” I was puzzled. We’d seemed to be getting on all right and now, this.

She shrugged. “Oh, nothing really. I can’t imagine being thirty-four. And then I thought that if you hadn’t found me, I might still be at the diner and in that room when I was thirty-four and not been able to make the changes that I’ve been dreaming of being able to do.” The words all came out in a rush, and she kept her face turned away from me.

“Toni.” I waited until she turned her face back towards me as the silence drew out. “Toni, I’m glad I found you too.” I squeezed her hand. “You know, it’s really hard to do things, achieve things when you’re doing it alone. Nearly everyone needs other people’s help.” I leaned closer, and whispered. “I’m glad I can help you.”

She looked down. “Thanks.”

Then the moment passed as the car turned into the office complex. The security chap leapt forward and opened the door for me, and then was covered in confusion when he realized I wasn’t alone. He apologized profusely before hurrying around to open the door for Toni.

“No worries, mate.” I nodded at him before smiling at Toni and leading her into the main reception. Nobody leapt forward inside the building, although there were enough people already there. I made a point of not wanting people to interrupt their work with greeting me. I took her around the large planting in the middle of the atrium and to the elevators. Once we were ascending, she relaxed a bit. “That entrance is amazing.” She shook her head. “It’s like a mini forest.”

I smiled over at her. “I like it.” Then we reached my office. The elevator opened right into it, and I stepped out already speaking to my PA.

“Good morning, Stephanie, can you tell me which suite’s been reserved for Ms. Chapman’s project?”

She jumped to her feet. She was young, they had to be in this environment, but she was calm and serene and not given to dramas about boyfriends or any such nonsense.

“Good morning, Mr. Sandiford. Good morning Ms. Chapman. Yes, I’ve reserved the number five suite for the duration of the project, so things can be left if need be.”

“Thank you. I’m expecting Paul Harrell shortly.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll page you and send him down when he arrives.” I nodded to her and took Toni down one flight of stairs by the elevator.

“Okay, so let’s have a look. You’re on the 32
^nd
floor, and it’s suite five.” I opened the door, and stood back for her to enter first. She hung back a little, and I grinned. “Ladies first.”

I looked around as she gaped at it. “Yes, I’m sorry it’s a bit big really for just the two of you. But all the suites are the same size and sometimes we have big teams. Later on, you’ll feel it’s too small, once we’re into the branding and marketing stuff.”

Toni seemed a little dazed by it all. “Thank you. Thank you. All this for my idea.” Then she turned, sniffing. “A coffee machine too.”

“Oh, yes.” I stepped over to it. “This place can’t function without coffee. And soda. Look, there’s lots of sodas in the fridge with the milk.”

I glanced over at her. She looked a trifle lost and out-of-place, hugging her little purse to her, staring at the big conference table and the several smaller workstations with iMacs and PCs. I insisted that all apps from the company were released on all platforms at the same time.

“Come on Toni,” I tried to be encouraging. “Come and get yourself a coffee.” As she stepped closer to me, I handed her a mug. “Have you got any notes about your idea, anything to show Paul? Or are you going to describe it to him first?”

“No.” Her voice sounded a bit wobbly. “I’ve been scared of writing it down, in case anyone stole it. I’m … I’m a bit scared now, in fact. What if it’s stupid?”

“Listen. We will do the very best we can to make it work. But, to be honest, the vast majority of ideas don’t make it to release. But we have to try, or you’ll never know.” I carried the coffee over to the big table for her. “Look, I was going to suggest sitting in with you and Paul at first, in case you wanted my opinion. But I think it’s better that it’s just you and Paul. He’s young, and has all the most recent training. If he can make it work, it’ll do his career a lot of good, so he’s well motivated.” I didn’t add that my presence might turn him into a quivering wreck, but she didn’t need to know that.

“And here he is.” My phone buzzed only a moment or two before there was a knock on the door, and Paul came in.

“There, if you introduce yourselves, I’ll leave you to it.” I went over to the big cabinet and slid out a handful of the basic sheets we worked with, ready printed with the outlines of phone and tablet screen for designers to mock out how the app should look.

“Toni, I’ll come back and collect you for lunch. Paul should have enough to work with by then, and you can go over that together tomorrow morning.”

“All right, thank you, sir.” I noticed that Paul had his portfolio with him. That was a good idea, if he was going to show Toni what he’d achieved already and get her confidence. I wondered idly what her idea was about, and whether she really thought it would make her rich.

Then I tried to put her out of my mind and went back to my neglected work.

I didn’t get much done that morning, wondering how she was doing, whether Paul was really any good. At lunchtime I hurried along to suite five, and entered after the briefest of knocks.

They were sitting there, heads close over a flowchart, deep in animated conversation. A sudden, unjustified rage rose up in me. I had to wait a moment before I could speak.

But a lifetime of being taught control, how to act, how to behave, it all took over. “So, have you had a productive morning?” I was amazed at how normal my voice sounded. Sheets of paper were scattered around. I could see many were colored with bright designs and there were sheets of flowcharts, arrows wriggling everywhere.

Paul was on his feet. “Thank you, sir. Yes. There’s plenty for me to get on with.”

“Good.” My eyes went to Toni. She looked alive, excited, her cheeks pink with life. Was this because she was finally beginning to see her dream come to life, or something I had to nip in the bud?

“Happy with what you’ve sorted so far?”

“Oh, yes!” She came towards me. “Thank you. I really think it’s going to work.”

“I’m glad.” I smiled down at her. “Let’s go to lunch.”

“I’m starving!” She sounded keen to go. “Oh,” she started and she turned back to the table. “What’ll happen to the drawings?”

“That’s okay, Toni.” Paul began shuffling them into a pile. “I’ll lock them up while I have lunch and then I’ll be working with them this afternoon. And I’ll have plenty to show you in the morning.”

“I bet!” I thought savagely to myself. Then I caught my emotions. I might be besotted. I had to tell myself that she wasn’t mine. I would tire of her. Like all the others, I would tire of her. But I couldn’t remember being this possessive before, caring this much that I shouldn’t lose her too soon.