Billionaire's Bribe (Blackmailed Into Bed) BBW Erotica Page 3

  “Eva,” he growled in the stillness. “Are you just going to stand there and tickle me? Or are you going to do something?”

  She smiled at the mixture of lust and ire in his voice—obviously he wasn’t too pleased about having control wrested from him, but at the same time he was hardly going to ask her to remove her hands.

  “I thought this was about telling the other person what you wanted,” she teased, tossing his words back into her face.”

  His fingers were suddenly in her hair. “Eva, honey, I have no problem telling a woman what I want from her,” he said, his voice silky, in direct contrast to the hands roughly pushing her down. “What I want is for you to suck my cock. Now.”

  She was forced to her knees on the hard dirt ground, so that her face was level with his cock. Just enough moonlight filtered through the canopy of leaves overhead so that she could see the head glistening with moisture. She licked her lips, both hands gripping the shaft. His fingers had a resolute grip on her hair, but even without them she wouldn’t have backed away. She wanted to taste him.

  Slowly, she took him into her mouth, savoring every inch of him. Her knees ached as she sucked him, her senses hyper alert and picking up on every snatch of voice, of laughter, of footsteps, knowing that at any time someone could come down this way and they would be caught. Somehow that only made it more exciting. Greyson’s eyes, half lidded and gleaming in the dark, watched her. He was mostly silent, but she could tell by the tightening grip of his hands in her hair and his hips pushing his cock more urgently into her mouth that he was far from unaffected. If her mouth hadn’t been so full, she would’ve smiled with the power she felt over him, despite the fact that at the moment, he was very much in control.

  His breathing came shorter and shorter, his balls drawing tight against his body—a sure sign that he was nearly at the end. “You’ll have to take it,” he rasped. “You’ll have to take it all.”

  She had no doubt in her mind as to what he meant. Still, she was momentarily caught off guard when he suddenly spewed his seed into her mouth, causing her to nearly choke on it. She swallowed it all, reveling the taste, the muffled groans, his trembling body. When it was done she released him, licking stray drops as she rose. Her knees would no doubt be filthy, perhaps even bruised from being pressed into the hard ground for so long. Certainly her panty hose would be ruined. And her hair was definitely a mess. But looking up into his satisfied gaze, she couldn’t bring herself to care about any of that.

  They stared at each other for a long moment in the dark before he finally broke the silence. “I really do need to get you to a proper horizontal surface some time. Maybe even a bed.”

  “I don’t think you keep those in the office,” she half-quipped, half-teased.

  He arched a brow. “You have no idea of the things I keep in my office.”

  A pleasant shiver went down her spine, and her still-aching pussy throbbed, reminding her that she was unsatisfied. Even so, she didn’t protest when he took her hand and lead her down the path. “I suppose I will be finding out very soon.”

  He gave her that wolfish smile again. “Very soon indeed.”

  Greyson dropped her off at her apartment, with the promise that he would call on her tomorrow. That night, for the first time in month, she had to reach into her drawer and pull out her sex toys. Even as she brought herself to shuddering release twice, she knew nothing she could do matched the orgasm Greyson had given her in his office at lunch that day. Her mind kept racing over the different possibilities of what he had in store for her tomorrow.

  She didn’t get very much sleep that night.

  ****

  Thursday was a remarkably slow day—so much, in fact, that she was practically falling asleep at her desk from a mixture of boredom and the lack of sleep from the night before. Her chin propped in her hand, she stared blearily at the computer screen as she glanced through the email box for what seemed like the hundredth time, making she hadn’t overlooked anything.

  Greyson’s large, warm hands came to rest gently on her shoulders. She jumped, startled, then moaned softly as his strong fingers gently kneaded at the knots in her muscles.

  “You look tired today,” he murmured in her ear, and between his lips grazing her earlobe and his hands on her shoulders her blood heated like a spreading wildfire.

  “I didn’t get much sleep last night,” she confessed, no longer sleepy with him in such proximity.

  “Thinking about me?” he teased with a kiss to her jawline.

  “You could say that.” Thinking about rolling between the sheets of some big, sinfully comfortable bed as she took him into her body. Thinking about all the fantasies that had assailed her last night shortened her breath.

  “Well I’m pretty sure I can give you something to… jump start… your system. Why don’t you come with me?”

  He led her into his office and locked the door behind him. Crossing the room, he opened a panel in the wall across from his desk and pressed a button. Eva blinked in astonishment as a bed slid out of the wall, fully made with pillows and sheets and everything. The comforter was a bold red with gilt edges that made her think of Chinese Dragons, and the pillows were the same, with the color scheme inverted. As tired as she’d been sleep was not the thing that crossed her mind now when she looked at it.

  “Let’s get more comfortable, shall we?” he asked, coming around so that he stood behind her. He pressed warm kisses to her shoulder as he unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to pool at her feet. She shivered as his hands slid down the sides of her exposed flesh, coming to rest at her hips.

  “You came prepared, did you?” he asked, squeezing her bare bottom. She wore nothing but a pink bra beneath her dress of the same color.

  “I wanted to save time.”

  “I appreciate the effort.” He unsnapped her bra with the efficiency of a man who had done it many times before, then pulled it off and allowed it to float down to join her dress.

  “You have such beautiful breasts. They fit my hands perfectly.” His large, warm hands slid up her abdomen to cup her breasts as he spoke. She gasped as his fingers deftly found her hardened nipples and teased them further.

  He stepped back, and she turned around to see him undressing. She sat down at the edge of the bed and removed her heels as she watched him strip away layers of clothing to reveal tanned, muscular flesh. Not a single scar marred the perfection of his body. His cock stood at full attention, and now that it was in the light she saw it was bigger than she had imagined. With a hard swallow, she wondered if it would fit inside her.

  “It will fit.”

  Her eyes widened. “Did I say that out loud?”

  He laughed. “You didn’t have to. Your eyes speak volumes, Eva.” Fully naked now, he cupped her chin in his hand. “So expressive. So open.” His cock nudged at her lips.

  She took him into her mouth again, and in the daylight she was able to see the muscles in his face tighten, his eyes dark with lust, his mouth half open as he moaned. Boldly, she snaked an arm around her waist and dug her fingers into one of his steely buns, drawing him forward as she pleasured him.

  “Enough.” He pulled back, panting with the effort of holding himself in check. “I’m going to have you properly if it’s the last thing I do.”

  Eva laughed and lay back on the bed with her elbows propping up her upper body so that her breasts were thrust high and proud into the air. “I’m not going anywhere.” She knew she likely made a seductive picture, posed the way she was. His eyes roamed over her like a physical caress.

  “Are you going to touch me, or not?”

  He was on her then, his hands gliding over her naked flesh, his teeth nipping, his tongue tasting. His skin was deliciously hot against hers. She moaned as he bit her neck, then sucked the bit of flesh between his teeth. She would have a hickey in the morning.

  Her hands came around his back, stroking his flexing muscles as she encouraged him. He teased her nipples mercilessly w
ith his tongue, licking them the way a cat licked at a bowlful of cream, while his fingers worked magic between her legs.

  “Delicious.” He licked the wetness from his fingers as he watched her with burning eyes. “I can’t wait any longer, Eva. I won’t.”

  Wordlessly, she spread her legs for him. He settled between them, taking his cock in hand. He teased her folds by rubbing the head of his shaft against them, coating it in her wetness.

  “Please,” she said, her voice trembling. “Do it now.”

  She moaned as he finally entered her, slowly, surely feeding his cock into her dripping pussy. His eyes fluttered to half-mast as a groan escaped his lips. Panting, she sat up on her elbows to watch as he gradually buried herself up to the hilt. The sight of them finally joined together, here, like this, was unbearably erotic.

  The ache in her was briefly assuaged, but it came back in full force, wanting more. She shifted her hips, pushing herself against him, urging him. He responded by pulling out nearly all the way, then gripping her pelvis and thrusting back into her. The pace quickened and she matched it easily with her own thrusting hips, urging him on, digging her fingers into his ass so she could push him into her even harder.

  His dark hair, usually so perfectly styled, was in disarray, with locks coming free to hang across his forehead and into his face. It only made him look even more roguish, more devilishly handsome, than it did before. She smiled up at him, and he gave her a quick grin before sliding his hands underneath her and rolling them both, lightning quick, so that he was now the one on the bed and she the one on top.

  “Go ahead,” he told her, squeezing her bottom with both hands. “Take the reins. I know you want to.”

  His eyes gleamed as he watched her ride him. With her head thrown back, that chestnut hair flowing over her shoulders as she worked herself on top of his shaft, she was a vision. Her cheeks were flushed, her hips parted as she moaned, her round, heavy breasts bouncing enticingly. He reached up and kneaded them with his hands, rolling the nipples between his fingers, and was rewarded with breathier moans than before.

  He loved the way her curves felt beneath his hands. Her breasts, her hips, her thighs, her ass. He especially loved cupping the round globes of her ass. He did so now, digging his fingers in as he used his grip to slam her harder, faster, down on to him. Her eyes widened, the amber orbs going blind as she cried out in release, her body shuddering with the force of it. The sight so overcame him that he was forced to pull out and shoot his seed onto her breasts and stomach before he spilled it inside her.

  Panting, she fell back, her body stretched out between his legs. A grin spread across his face as he watched her sprawled there, his seed coating her body. He liked the view. And he was very much looking forward to seeing many times in the near future.

  ****

  The next three weeks were a blur. Eva did her job—both sides of it—well, and Greyson constantly kept her on her toes. She never knew when he called her to his office if he was going to give her a stack of files or spread her legs across the desk and fuck her until she screamed his name. It seemed all she could think about was the next time he would be inside her. She was in a constant state of readiness, always waiting, always watching, always wondering.

  In some ways it astonished—and sometimes ashamed—her that he could inspire such longing in her, that he could make her feel this way. Most of the time she simply reveled in it. Instead of firing her for her deception, he had not only allowed her to keep her job, but had given her a punishment that turned out to be nothing but a pleasure.

  More than that, though, Greyson seemed to actually care for her as a person. Certainly he was not always gentle—the sex was sometimes rougher than anything she’d had before. But there was a tender look in his eyes mixed with the lust, and as time passed he treated her with more and more respect. Sometimes she actually forgot about the conditions he had set for her, the reason she was having sex with him. It felt like they were just lovers.

  It was Friday now, and Greyson had left the office early. She sat at her desk, most of the work done for the day, feeling a little forlorn that he was gone. It meant that she wouldn’t see him again until Monday.

  A ping signaled to her that a new email had just been delivered to her inbox. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up and saw that it was from Greyson. Quickly, she clicked on it.

  Eva, I’ve decided I can’t wait through the weekend to see you again. I will be picking you up from your apartment at seven o’clock for dinner. There will be a box waiting for you—be sure to open it. Be ready.

  Her heart thundering with anticipation, Eva looked at the clock. It was a quarter to five now—nearly time to go home. Greyson always let everyone close down an hour early on Fridays. Quickly she ran through her end of the day routine, packing things up and making sure everything was locked, shut down and secured.

  She looked at the clock to see she still had five minutes, and shrugged. No one was going to miss her. Snatching up her purse, she practically ran for the elevator.

  When she arrived home, the box was waiting for her on the kitchen counter. She didn’t know how he’d gotten into her apartment, and nor did she care. Hastily, she ripped off the golden wrapping paper and tossed it aside along with the box lid.

  With a gasp, she lifted a halter dress of sapphire colored satin from the box. The material was soft and rich against her fingers, and she had no doubt that, as familiar as Greyson was with her body, it would fit perfectly. Beneath it lay a three-piece jewelry set—earring, a necklace, and a bracelet—all sapphires and gold. She had no doubt they were real, and must have cost a fortune. She lifted the bracelet gingerly from the box and ran her fingers over the stones. No one had ever bought her anything so costly, or beautiful.

  Glancing at the clock, she hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower. She rubbed lavender oil into every inch of her body so that her skin would glow and smell glorious for him. After blow drying and styling her hair into an up do, she slipped into the dress. The soft material rested directly against her skin—it was backless so she couldn’t wear a bra, and she had taken to not wearing panties anymore around him; he’d already destroyed three pairs.

  Knowing she didn’t have much time to spare, she did her makeup and grabbed a black clutch purse from the closet. She was just slipping stilettos onto her feet when the doorbell rang.

  Greyson stood outside her doorstep with a bouquet of blood-red roses in his arms. He was dressed in a suit, as was custom for him. She took the flowers with a murmured word of thanks.

  “I’ve been thinking about you in that dress all afternoon,” he told her after she’d put the roses in water and locked the door behind her.

  “It’s gorgeous.” She touched the dangling sapphires at her ear. “Everything’s gorgeous. Thank you so much.”

  He simply smiled. “They pale in comparison to the woman wearing them.”

  A stretch limo waited on the street for them. Eva admired the leather interior as she settled onto one of the seats. Greyson pulled her into his lap and kissed her breathless.

  “You’re going to ruin my make up,” she managed when he finally moved his mouth down her neckline, searing her skin with hot kisses.

  “It won’t matter where we’re going.”

  The dress he’d given her had high slits on both sides, so he was easily able to slip his fingers beneath the material to touch her. She moaned, arching her back, as he sank his fingers deep into her. His teeth closed around one of her nipples, sucking it through the fabric of her dress.

  He brought her to a shuddering climax, and then he was in her, filling her, taking her. Straddled on top of him, her fingers gripping the top of the seat, she could look out the window and watch the city flashing by as he moved inside her. Glowing billboards and bright lights blurred as he slammed her against him, over and over, with single-minded intensity. He dragged her head down for another kiss, and she sensed a kind of desperation, as though this were the las
t time they would be together.

  The thought chilled her despite the scorching intensity of their passion.

  After they were finish she sat across from him and took out her compact. Carefully she reapplied her lipstick and touched up her hair. Greyson watched her as he fastened his belt around his waist once more.

  They came to a stop outside a huge Victorian style house. From the looks of things as she stepped out, she could only surmise that they were on the Upper East Side, where a majority of New York’s wealthy lived. He led her up beautiful stone-carved steps and into the house. The foyer was expansive, the warm cream-yellow walls and honey-oak flooring lending a welcome air to the place. He led her up a winding staircase to the top floor, and out onto a terrace, where a table sat waiting for them.

  “What do you think?” he asked as he poured them wine.

  “It’s beautiful.” She looked out over the twinkling expanse of the city. “I would expect nothing less from you.”

  A man wearing a black and white chef’s uniform wheeled in a cart laden with food. Eva surmised that he was the personal chef as Greyson greeted him warmly and thanked him—it was obvious the two were familiar with each other.

  “I hope you don’t mind salmon,” he told her as the food was served.

  She smiled. “It’s one of my favorites.”

  The chef left them to the meal, and they sat in silence, simply enjoying the food. Eva noticed Greyson’s countenance was becoming more and more melancholy as the seconds stretched by. When he’d drained his third glass of wine, she reached over the table and grasped his hand.

  “Greyson, what’s wrong?”

  His grey eyes, always so full of energy and alive with emotion, were dark. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

  She drew her hand back. “What?”