The Billionaire's Submissive Secretary: Books 1-5

by Lestrange, Pascaline

  A harsh groan punched its way out of Brandon, “Fuck. Please. Sir. Oh God!”

  Carey smiled as best he could around Brandon’s dick, before taking him deeper into his mouth, using his hand on what his mouth couldn’t reach. Brandon shuddered, hips pushing up. Carey moved with him, letting him thrust up into his mouth. He pulled off, still stroking Brandon’s cock.

  “I thought you were going to come on my cock, Brandon,” Carey sounded amused, teasing.

  Brandon hissed between his teeth, straining against his restraints, and pushed his hips up into Carey’s hand. He scratched the blunt nails of one hand down the inside of one of Brandon’s thighs. Brandon groaned, hips jerking erratically.

  “Oh God, please. Sir. Please!” the string of words leaving Brandon’s mouth bordered on incoherent.

  “Shh, sweet thing,” Carey’s voice held a promise as he eased himself between Brandon’s legs, “I’ll fuck you. I’ll make you beg and come on my dick, then I’ll fill you up. Just like I said I would. You want that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir. Fuck me. Own me,” Brandon panted harshly, spreading his legs even wider.

  Carey traced a finger over Brandon’s entrance, he was still slick from earlier. Good. Carey gripped his dick and pressed inside the tight heat. He thrust forward, making them both groan. Carey leaned forward, pressing Brandon’s knees wider still and started up a hard, punishing rhythm.

  He leaned in, growling into Brandon’s ear, “Such a tight little ass for me.”

  Brandon was so close, “Oh God, yes! Sir! Fuck me, fuck me, yes!.

  Carey fucked deep into the tight heat of Brandon’s ass, pushing Brandon’s knees back against his chest so he was fucking relentlessly against Brandon’s prostate. It was too much and not enough all at once.

  “Please, sir!” Brandon begged, voice hoarse, “Please. I need to come. Please, I want to come on your cock, sir!”

  Carey pulled Brandon’s hips back against his, pounding into him harder and faster, “Do it,” he growled, “Come for me.”

  Brandon came with a hoarse yell, back bowing sharply as he spilled across his stomach. Carey fucked him through it, keeping up the punishing rhythm as Brandon shuddered through his orgasm. He bit down hard on Brandon’s shoulder, muffling the groans that threatened to escape. He pressed his mouth roughly to Brandon’s again before pulling away to look at him. Brandon… He looked wrecked. Limbs splayed loosely out over the bed, pupils blown, eyes still hazy and sex stupid.

  Carey panted harshly, still fucking deep into Brandon’s body, “You want my come?” he bit lightly at Brandon’s earlobe.

  Brandon shuddered, cock twitching weakly despite having just come, “Yes. Please, sir. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

  “So good for me,” Carey panted into his ear, thrusts starting to become erratic, “So needy, so dirty.”

  “Yes, sir,” Brandon exposed his throat as Carey continued to pound into him, “I need it. Need your come.”

  Carey cried out hoarsely as he came, driving his dick deep into Brandon and filling him with thick white come. Brandon shuddered, tightening around him, trying to milk every last drop from Carey’s cock. Carey pulled out slowly, keeping Brandon’s knees pushed up to his chest and watching as come dripped slowly from his puffy, used ass. Finally, he lowered Brandon’s knees down to the bed.

  He leaned down and pressed his mouth to Brandon’s, a softer kiss this time. He stroked down Brandon’s side, soothing and sweet. He nosed along Brandon’s jaw, smiling when Brandon laughed tiredly.

  “The shower is in there,” Carey said pointing, “I’ll go wash up in another bathroom.”

  Brandon made a confused noise, prompting a laugh out of Carey.

  “I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you,” he rubbed a hand over Brandon’s hip, “And I want to see what you look like when I fuck you from behind next time,” he punctuated his words with another kiss, “Then maybe plug you up with my come still inside you.”

  He grinned at Brandon’s startled noise, “Go. Shower. Take your time.”

  He got out of the bed, gesturing Brandon towards the bathroom. Brandon went.

  Carey took his time showering, luxuriating in the water. He finally finished and went back to the bedroom, eyes instinctively looking for Brandon. A smile crossed his face when he found him. Gloriously naked, sprawled across his sheets and fast asleep. Brandon was his now. And here to stay.

  The Billionaire’s Submissive Secretary: Tying Up The Line

  Book 2

  “Brandon!”

  Carey looked up from his desk when there was no reply. Perhaps Brandon was too involved in what he was doing to hear him…

  “Brandon!” he called louder.

  Carey frowned when there was still no response. This was unlike Brandon. Normally, his submissive secretary was very eager to come when he was told.

  “Brandon!”

  His frown turned to a scowl. His little pet was rapidly turning disrespectful. Carey stood, sliding smoothly from behind his desk, and stalked from his office, determined to find his wayward submissive secretary. He pushed open the door to the boardroom. He’d told Brandon to polish the leather of all the seats in the room, paying particular attention to Carey’s chair, the large, plush leather chair in command at the head of the table. Carey stopped short, raising an eyebrow, ignoring the spike of arousal that ran through him at the sight.

  Brandon had clearly given up on polishing the leather, or any kind of cleaning. He was lost in his own arousal. He was on his knees in Carey’s plush boardroom chair, grinding his rock hard dick against the soft leather of the back of the chair. He had his head thrown back, eyes closed, sweat beading at his temples, as he fucked his hips forward, desperately trying to come.

  Carey moved forward, quiet as he could until he was standing in front of Brandon. Then, lightning fast, his hand snaked out and gripped Brandon by the hair, forcing his head up to look at him. Brandon’s eyes flew open, and a moan slipped from him before he could stop it. Carey tipped his head to the side. Brandon whined high in his throat, forcing his stuttering hips to be still.

  “Sir… I…”

  “What did I say?” Carey’s voice was cool, almost cold, yet command still oozed through every word.

  Brandon panted, “You said... Sir, you said that I wasn’t to come until you gave me permission. Sir… I needed… I was so hard…”

  Carey nodded slowly, “I can see,” he tightened his fingers in Brandon’s hair, “Keep going.”

  Brandon’s eyes snapped up to meet his, “Sir?”

  “Keep going,” Carey shrugged, “You need to come so badly? Go ahead.”

  “But…” Brandon looked pleading.

  Carey leaned forward and patted Brandon’s flushed cheek with his other hand, “You’re going to be punished for this, regardless, Brandon. I want to enjoy this show, now.”

  Carey shook him by the hair, “So come on, Brandon,” his voice washed over Brandon, molasses thick and commanding, “Let me see you come.”

  Brandon was helpless to resist that voice. He began to roll his hips forward again, spreading his thighs wider, so he could grind his cock against the soft leather of the chair. He groaned harshly, head still pulled back by Carey’s hand in his hair. He kept his eyes on Carey, panting, whining high in his throat as his hips fucked desperately against Carey’s boardroom chair.

  “So close, aren’t you?” Carey used the hand in Brandon’s hair to tip his head down so he could watch the way his dick rubbed slickly over the leather, “Look at how desperate you are.”

  Carey made a considering noise, “I conduct all my business here,” he mused, “What would all the shareholders think if they could see you now? See you fucking yourself like this?”

  Brandon moaned, trying to tip his head back to look at Carey, “Yes! Oh, please, Sir!”

  “Please?” Carey repeated delightedly, “You’d enjoy that? You’d enjoy all the shareholders watching you fuck yourself? Seeing you desperate for my
cock?”

  Brandon moaned, a deeper sound, “Yes!” it sounded like it had been punched from him.

  Carey leaned down to lightly bite at Brandon’s earlobe, “Maybe you’d enjoy it if I let them fuck you as well?”

  Brandon’s hips jerked, grinding forward even faster, “Please! Sir, please! I need it. I need you.”

  “Oh no,” Carey tipped Brandon’s head back to meet his eyes, “This is all you. You want to come without permission. Go on.”

  Brandon let out a harsh cry, ground his hips hard against the back of Carey’s chair and came. His hips twitched as ropes of white sprayed across the plush leather. Carey released his hair, sliding his hand down the back of Brandon’s neck. He squeezed gently, then slid his hand around to Brandon’s chin and tipped his face up. He gave Brandon a small smile and gestured to the chair.

  “Clean it up.”

  Brandon blinked slowly, and slid off the chair, reaching for his polishing cloth. Carey’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

  “No. Use your tongue.”

  Brandon sucked in a sharp breath, eyes flicking up to meet Carey’s and nodded, a breathy, “Yes, Sir,” leaving him.

  Brandon leaned forward, tongue slipping out and sliding through the cooling come. He shivered, eyes sliding shut at the taste, the bitter saltiness warring with the smooth leather under his tongue. He licked, sliding his tongue over the chair and through the mess, until all he could taste was leather. Then he lifted his head and sat back on his heels, looking up at Carey.

  Carey nodded slowly, “Bedroom. Strip naked. On your back. On the bed. Legs and arms spread.”

  Brandon nodded slowly, “Yes, Sir,” he slid a bit shakily to his feet and left the room.

  Carey waited until the door had swung closed behind him and pressed the heel of his hand hard against his erect cock. He rubbed over it through his pants slowly, a low groan escaping him, picturing Brandon as he was before, desperately fucking his cock against the leather of his boardroom chair. His wayward secretary was dirtier than he could ever have imagined. Good. Carey straightened, then walked out of the room, heading towards the bedroom. Brandon was waiting for him. He’d done as he was told this time. Lying on his back, legs spread wide, arms over his head, hands clenching against the pillows as he waited for Carey.

  “You’re hard again,” Carey’s voice was slightly amused, “I hope you don’t think I’m going to do something about it.”

  Brandon flushed red, but kept his eyes on Carey as he moved around the room, slowly taking off his clothes and folding them neatly. Brandon bit down on his bottom lip as he watched Carey bend over a small chest in the corner for a long moment. He watched the muscles in Carey’s back ripple, watched the firmness of Carey’s ass. Carey stood and turned. Brandon sucked in a gasp.

  Carey flexed the rope between his hands, “I believe I promised you punishment, my pet?”

  Brandon’s breathing hitched and he nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He didn’t know whether he’d beg Carey to stop, or beg Carey for more. He stayed silent, biting down on his lower lip as Carey carefully tied first one wrist, then the other, to the head of the bed. Brandon flexed his arms, straining against the restraints. He couldn’t move his arms. His eyes darted to Carey, who simply smiled at him and moved to his feet. He spread Brandon’s legs wider, putting him on display. Brandon blushed even more, knowing how open he was, how hard he was for it. How utterly filthy he looked and how much he loved it. Carey tied first one ankle, then the other, to the end of the bed. Brandon stretched against the restraints on his legs. Nothing. He couldn’t move at all.

  He was entirely at Carey’s mercy.

  “Sir,” he shuddered at the thought and went lax, pliant, against the bed.

  Carey stroked a hand down his chest, “So hard for me already,” he shook his head, “But you’ve already come once today, haven’t you?”

  Brandon nodded reluctantly, “Yes, Sir.”

  Carey petted his stomach, then walked back over to the chest, pulling out a handful of items, before walking back, unashamed in his nudity, and dropping them on the bed, out of Brandon’s sight. Brandon watched his every move, turned on beyond belief and completely helpless. Carey looked at him through his lashes, before selecting an item from the side of the bed.

  A cock ring. Brandon groaned, head flopping back onto the pillow. Fuck.

  “Come on, Brandon,” Carey sounded highly entertained now, “Are you really surprised?”

  A harsh sounded punched it’s way out of Brandon as Carey took hold of his cock, stroking it lightly, before slipping the cock ring over it and tightening it over his balls. He couldn’t come. Now he was helpless there too. A full body shudder ran through him as Carey continued to stroke his cock, faster now.

  “I said, Brandon,” Carey swiped his thumb over the head, a move that normally made Brandon come so hard he saw stars, “Are you surprised?”

  Now it only made him jerk his hips up into Carey’s touch, so close, but unable to find release.

  “No,” he gasped, “No, Sir. Not surprised.”

  Carey took his hand away abruptly, making Brandon whine, “Good,” he bent down to Brandon’s ear, “Because you won’t be coming until I have had my fill of using you.”

  Carey leaned down, coming back up with lube. Brandon sucked in a breath. Carey was going to fuck him. Carey was going to fuck him while he couldn’t come. Carey reached down between Brandon’s spread thighs and pressed two slick fingers deep inside him. He thrust them deep, stretching Brandon, working him open. Carey reached into the pile by the side of the bed once more, holding a plug up into Brandon’s view. Brandon shuddered, trying to spread his legs wider.

  “You’re not supposed to be this eager to be punished, Brandon,” Carey reprimanded him mildly.

  Carey slicked the plug up and pressed the tip against Brandon’s ass. He kept his eyes locked on Brandon’s as he pressed it inside, feeling Brandon’s body welcome the intrusion. Brandon shuddered, hips rocking as much as they could, trying to get friction, trying to get something, anything, so he could come.

  “I’m not even close to done with you,” Carey tapped a quick rhythm on the base of the plug where it rested snugly against Brandon’s ass, making him groan and writhe.

  Carey straddled Brandon’s chest, pouring some lube onto his fingers, grinning when the cold slick dripped onto Brandon’s chest and made him flinch. He held Brandon’s eyes as he reached back behind himself, sliding a slick finger deep into his ass with a low moan. It took Brandon a moment to realise what was going on.

  “Sir,” he choked out on a groan, eyes going wide.

  Carey rocked down on his finger, adding a second, eyes going half-lidded, “I told you, my pet, I was going to be getting my fill of using you today,” his voice turned slightly breathy as he crooked his fingers over his prostate.

  Brandon groaned harsh in his throat, watching helplessly with wide eyes as Carey fucked himself with his fingers in front of him. He whined when Carey added a third, biting his lip and throwing back his head, hissing at the stretch. Brandon moaned and attempted to writhe like it was him being fucked as Carey pulled his fingers free and reached back, stroking a slick hand up and down Brandon’s cock. He held Brandon’s cock steady and sank down, groaning at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled.

  Brandon’s eyes slammed shut and he panted hard, so close to coming, so very close, but unable to. Carey rocked forward slowly, eyes going half-lidded once more as he began to move on Brandon’s helpless cock. Carey let out a low groan, rising up on Brandon’s cock and sinking back down.

  “Look at me, Brandon,” Carey said, voice authoritative, even as he rose and fell on Brandon’s dick.

  Brandon’s eyes opened and locked onto Carey’s, watching open mouthed as Carey rode him. Completely helpless, completely at his mercy. Carey ground his ass lewdly on Brandon’s cock, taking his pleasure from Brandon, using him. He moaned, dropping his head to his chest as Brandon’s cock rubbed up against his p
rostate. He leaned forward onto one hand, moaning louder, and curled a hand around his dick.

  Carey raised his eyes to Brandon’s, panting slightly, “Gonna come all over you. Mark you up so that you remember who is in charge.”

  Brandon whined, straining at the ropes that bound him to the bed, “Sir, please! Please.”

  The begging seemed to fuel Carey’s fire, his hand working faster and faster over his cock, fucking himself deeper and deeper onto Brandon’s dick. Carey gasped, his orgasm taking him by surprise, and clenched down on Brandon, coming hard across his chest. Brandon groaned as Carey splattered his chest with his come.

  “Please, Sir!” he begged again.

  Carey sat up, easing Brandon’s still rock-hard cock from him, and lay down next to him, “Please what?” he swiped a finger through the come on Brandon’s chest and pressed it into Brandon’s mouth.