The Billionaire's Submissive Secretary: Books 1-5

by Lestrange, Pascaline

  “Yes. Yes, Sir,” Brandon nodded almost frantically before forcing himself to be still.

  “Good boy,” Carey gestured, “Drop your pants, bend over the desk.”

  Brandon shivered in anticipation, hurrying over to the desk eagerly. He undid his pants and shoved them down to his knees, spreading his legs as wide as he could, and folding his body over Carey’s desk. He pushed his ass into the air, putting himself on display, making sure Carey could see the base of the plug that still rested snugly in his ass.

  “You’re eager today,” Carey undid his own pants, thrusting his cock against Brandon’s hip a few times, hissing at the friction, “I like it.”

  Carey reached for the plug, pulling it out a fraction, before thrusting it back in, then pulling it out and thrusting it back in. He fucked Brandon lazily with the plug for a while, listening to him moan and plead, before finally pulling the plug out all the way. He placed the head of his cock at the edge of Brandon’s hole and pressed lightly, teasing him with the tip.

  “Remember, Brandon,” he purred in his ear, “This time, you have to beg to come.”

  Brandon groaned, hips twitching futilely against the desk. Carey took pity on him and thrust in deep, making them both gasp. Carey fucked his cock deep into Brandon’s ass, using him to chase his own orgasm. Brandon moaned below him, knowing he was being used, knowing his own orgasm depended on Carey and loving every second of it.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned nonsensically as Carey drove his dick hard into him, “Please, Sir, can I come?”

  Carey shoved his hips hard against Brandon’s and came, flooding his ass with come. He pulled out and quickly replaced his cock with the plug, stuffing his come up inside Brandon and keeping it there. Brandon whined, clenching down on the plug and writhing at the feeling of Carey’s come inside him. He shuddered hard, then froze and looked behind him when he heard the sound of Carey’s pants being zipped back up.

  “Sir,” he moaned, “Please. I need to come.”

  Carey looked at him and gave him a little smile, “Not right now. You can do it. You’re being so good for me,” he stroked a hand over the heated skin of Brandon’s bare ass, “Keep being good for me.”

  Brandon groaned, but struggled to his feet, pulling up his pants and carefully stuffing his rock hard dick back inside them. He shot Carey a pleading look, but Carey was already concentrating on his work again. Brandon groaned once more, feeling slick and full, the plug and Carey’s come combining to turn him on more than ever.

  ~*~

  Carey found Brandon, the second time. Their paths crossed as Carey walked down the hall, returning to his office. Brandon appeared out of the file room, bumping into Carey’s side. He let out a startled noise, scrambling to keep the files in his hands from tumbling to the floor. Carey looked him over. He still had a flush high on his cheeks. His cock still tented his pants obscenely. The wet patch in the front was even more noticeable now.

  Carey held his hand out for the files, giving Brandon a smile when he handed them over wordlessly. Carey placed the files on the end table and turned back to Brandon. He cupped his face in one hand and kissed him, claiming his mouth. Brandon kissed back desperately, moaning into the kiss, fisting his hands in Carey’s jacket. Carey walked them backwards, still kissing Brandon, until Brandon’s back hit the wall.

  Carey pulled at Brandon’s pants, undoing them and shoving them down his hips and off. Brandon made a confused noise into Carey’s mouth, then moaned, head lolling back against the wall as Carey pulled the plug out of him and slid his cock deep. Carey hitched one of Brandon’s legs up around his hips as he thrust into him.

  Carey nipped a hot, bruising line of kisses along Brandon’s jaw, “Such a good boy for me, Brandon,” he thrust into him, the angle making them both moan, “So tight, so dirty, so good.”

  Brandon’s hands clenched into fists against the wall, before wrapping around Carey’s shoulders, trying to pull him deeper inside him. His cock twitched against his belly, leaking pre-come steadily down the shaft. He arched into Carey’s thrusts, broken off moans getting punched out of him with every drive of Carey’s hips against his.

  “You gonna come for me, Brandon?” Carey hitched Brandon’s leg higher, driving his cock deeper.

  “Yes! Yes! Sir, please!” Brandon tossed his head, colour high on his cheeks, desperate for release.

  “Good boy, good boy,” Carey panted, thrusting hard into Brandon’s ass as he came.

  Brandon moaned, hips fucking into the air desperately, futilely trying to come, “Sir. Sir, please! Please, I need… I need you! I need you, I need you,” he babbled, Carey’s come trickling slowly out of his hole and down his thighs, his cock hard and leaking.

  Carey stroked a hand over his trembling stomach, “Shhhh, my pet. Don’t I always give you what you need?” he curled a hand loosely around Brandon’s cock.

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir,” Brandon groaned, rolling his head to the side to meet Carey’s eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust.

  Carey tightened his hand, jacking Brandon’s cock, making him rise up onto his toes with a wild moan. Brandon shuddered, finally giving in and allowing himself to fuck his hips forward into Carey’s fist. Carey worked his hand over Brandon’s length, hot and heavy in his hand. He leaned in and licked a line up Brandon’s neck, before taking his mouth in a possessive kiss. Brandon’s hips worked frantically, fucking into Carey’s fist.

  “Sir. Sir, I need… I need…” Brandon’s head lolled forward onto Carey’s shoulder.

  “I know, my pet. Good boy. Come for me now, you can do it,” Carey crooned into his ear.

  Brandon’s back arched and he wailed as he came. His hips jerked erratically as he spilled over Carey’s fingers. His knees buckled, but Carey caught him, pressing him back against the wall while he caught his breath. As his breathing slowed, Brandon turned hazy eyes to Carey’s and clumsily reached for Carey’s wrist. Carey let him pull his come-covered hand up, but sucked in a surprised breath when Brandon, eyes still orgasm-sleepy, curled his tongue around Carey’s fingers, licking his own come off Carey’s hand. When Carey’s hand was clean, Brandon pressed a kiss to the palm, and let it drop. He smiled at Carey, still leaning against his side.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You were good for me, Brandon. I’ll always give you what you need,” Carey pressed a hand over Brandon’s abs, “And now,” he teased, “I think you need a bath.”

  The Billionaire’s Submissive Secretary: Improper Pleasures

  Book 4

  Brandon stood, hands clasped behind his back, the picture of submission, in the corner of the boardroom. He waited, watching as Carey conducted his business with the other shareholders, holding court like a king. He could feel the glances of the shareholders on him occasionally, could occasionally hear the whispered comments about how well trained Carey’s staff were, how obedient.

  “Thank you, gentlemen,” Carey finished up his meeting, authority in his voice cutting off any protests or further comments, “That will be all. I will see you all next week.”

  Brandon tried not to shift his weight, the authority in Carey’s voice filling out his cock in his dress pants. He couldn’t control the flush high in his cheeks, however. He kept his composure as the shareholders leave, ignoring the way their eyes trailed over him. As soon as the last one left, he allowed a long, slow sigh to leave him. It was just him and Carey now.

  Carey turned from where he was standing at the table, eyeing him up and down, “Problem, Brandon?” his voice still held the authority laden tone from the boardroom meeting, but also an undercurrent of teasing, of desire.

  Brandon swallowed hard, cock going from half-hard to rock hard in an instant, “No, Sir.”

  Carey nodded, “That’s good. Go and close the door.”

  Brandon shuddered at the tone and did as he was told, hurrying back to Carey’s side. Carey spent another long moment eyeing him up and down while Brandon did his utmost not to squirm under the p
iercing gaze.

  Carey gestured to the mess on the boardroom table, and sat back in his chair, watching Brandon like he was a predator and Brandon was his prey, “This needs to be cleaned up.”

  Brandon nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

  He moved awkwardly, cock still straining in his pants, but he quickly and efficiently cleared up the boardroom under Carey’s watchful eye. Brandon moved back to stand in front of Carey, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed in submission.

  Carey nodded approvingly, “Very good,” he gestured almost dismissively, “Take off your clothes. I want you naked.”

  A flush crept up Brandon’s cheeks as he hurried to comply, “Yes, Sir.”

  He stood before Carey once more, naked and hard. Carey’s eyes swept over him, the possessive, lust-filled gaze making Brandon’s cock twitch against his belly. Carey gave him a smile, a small quirk of his lips.

  “Now take off my clothes.”

  Brandon blinked once, then hurried to obey. He carefully slid Carey’s jacket off his shoulders, hanging it in the coat closet by force of habit. He untucked Carey’s shirt from his pants, smoothing his hands down the front of Carey’s chest before unbuttoning it and sliding it off as well. He knelt at Carey’s feet to remove his shoes and socks, a smile of his own crossing his face at Carey’s muffled hiss. He stayed on his knees, reaching up to undo Carey’s pants and pull them down, keeping a steadying hand on his hip as he stepped out of them.

  Once Carey was free of his clothes, Brandon remained where he was, on his knees. His cock was still rock hard, pre-come beading at the tip. He straightened his back, spread his thighs, clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his head. The picture of aroused submission. Waiting.

  Carey’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, “Look at you…” he all but growled.

  Carey slid a hand into Brandon’s hair, not pulling, just anchoring, “Get up. Sit on the table just like you are now.”

  Brandon blinked, then shuddered, realising how on display he would be, “Yes, Sir.”

  He got up, and carefully swung himself onto the table. He shuffled backwards, looking up quickly at Carey, who had sat back down in his plush boardroom chair. Taking a guess at what Carey wanted from him, Brandon sat himself directly in front of Carey, close enough to see, but too far away for him to touch. Carey smiled broadly when he realised what Brandon had done, and nodded his approval. Brandon spread his thighs, wider this time, and arched his back, displaying himself. He clasped his hands behind him, bowed his head, and waited.

  “Look at me,” Carey’s voice was low, hoarse.

  Brandon lifted his head, looking at Carey through his lashes. He smiled at him, tongue darting out to wet his lips when he saw Carey’s hand moving slowly over his cock, thumbing lightly at the tip, flushed and aroused already, just from watching Brandon.

  “I want you to get yourself off,” Carey swiped a thumb over the head of his cock, hissing in pleasure, “Put on a show for me, Brandon.”

  Brandon dipped his head obediently, “Yes, Sir,” the smile still curling his lips.

  Brandon started slow, one hand sliding up his bare chest to tug lightly at his nipples, pinching and pulling on them until they were hard and reddened. The fingertips of the other hand traced very gently over the head of his cock, circling lightly before running down the shaft. His fingertips traced lower still, smoothing lightly over his balls, down one thigh, and up the other. The hand tugging at his nipples slid down his chest, over the tensed, toned abs, brushing lightly over Brandon’s dick, making it twitch. Brandon pressed a hand to the inside of each of his thighs and spread them wider still. His smile grew wider at Carey’s muffled groan.

  He traced two fingers lightly over the head of his cock, biting his lip at the sensations, gathering up the pre-come beading at the tip. Then, meeting Carey’s eyes and holding them, Brandon slipped his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, hollowing his cheeks and dipping his head like he was sucking Carey’s cock. Carey stared, mesmerised, hand working slowly over his rock hard length. Brandon pulled his fingers from his mouth, allowing his tongue to follow them out, to trace around the tips and over his bottom lip.

  Brandon took his spit-slick hand and finally, finally, curled it around his cock, letting out a soft exhale of a moan. He kept his fist loosely curled, rocking his hips into it, eyes still fixed on Carey. Carey bit his lip, hand still working over his cock, eyes still raking over Brandon’s naked, toned body, too far away for him to touch.

  “Talk to me,” Carey ground out hoarsely, voice filled with authority and need.

  Brandon shuddered, hand gripping his cock tighter for a moment, “About what, Sir?”

  “Tell me anything. How it feels, what you’re thinking, what you want,” Carey shot him a smile, “For just this small time, Brandon, you’re in charge. I’ll allow it.”

  Brandon’s eyes slammed shut and he gripped the base of his cock almost painfully tight to keep from coming on the spot. He panted, going from lazily aroused straight to close to the edge in a heartbeat. He shuddered, dragging his breathing back under control, and opened his eyes again, fixing them on Carey.

  “You’re always in charge, Sir,” he told Carey, “And I love it. I need it.”

  Brandon’s voice grew husky as he curled a hand over his cock once more, “I love how much I please you. I love your cock in my mouth, how you taste. I love the way you feel when you fuck me,” Brandon let out a soft moan, thumbing over the head of his dick.

  Brandon rocked his hips, keeping his back arched, slowly fucking his dick into his loosely curled fist. He slid a hand through his hair, tugging it lightly, the same way Carey would when he was close to orgasm. Brandon’s eyes opened to slits, pulling his own head back to look at Carey while he continued to torturously tease his cock.

  Carey gasped, hand working faster over his cock, “You’re so dirty…” he marvelled breathlessly.

  Brandon groaned, hand sliding out of his hair to pinch and tug at his nipples, “I love being your dirty boy, your good boy. I love the way you own me,” a particularly vicious tug made him gasp, made his hips shove forward into his fist.

  “I want…” Brandon flushed, the hand on his nipples coming down to gently cup his balls, “Sir, I want…”

  “Tell me,” Carey demanded roughly, hand steadily working his cock.

  Brandon’s voice dropped, low and throaty, as he thrust into his loose fist a little faster, “Sir… One day, Sir, will you spank me?”

  Carey’s eyes flew wide open, his thighs clenched, “Fuck!” he came hard, his orgasm taking him completely by surprise.

  Brandon moaned, loud and obscene, watching the way Carey spilled over his hands, thighs still twitching weakly. Carey shuddered through his orgasm, before slumping back in his chair, panting, and watching Brandon through hooded eyes. He wiped his hand clean over his middle, still breathing hard, and smiled wryly at Brandon.

  “One day, Brandon, we will definitely get to spanking,” he gestured to Brandon, “Go on. No need for the show anymore.”

  Brandon frowned, “Sir…” he dropped his head.

  Carey tilted his own head, “What is it?”

  Brandon looked through his lashes at him, “Can I put on a show for you? Get you hard again?” his voice dropped, low and throaty once more, “I know you’ve thought of fucking me here, where the shareholders sit…”

  Carey growled at him, cock already beginning to twitch in interest, “Do it. If you can get me hard again before you come, I’ll fuck you right here on this table.”

  Brandon shuddered, cock leaking pre-come down over his fingers, “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.”

  Brandon began to move again, fucking his hips up into his fist. He grazed the nails of his free hand up the inside of a thigh, gasping as the line between pleasure and pain blurred and fell away. He leaned back on his free hand, spread his thighs and tilted his hips, exposing his hole to Carey’s possessive gaze.

  “I think about you fucking me, Sir,” Bra
ndon shuddered as he skimmed his fingertips over the head of his dick, “I think about all the ways you’ve fucked me, and all the ways we still have left to try.”

  “Like what?” Carey watched him closely, fingertips tracing over his already half-hard cock.

  “I think about you being rough with me,” Brandon moaned, “Spanking my ass, then fucking it while it’s still raw. I think about you taking me on this table, Sir. About being in the shareholders’ meeting and knowing that they’re drinking coffee right where I begged for your come.”

  “You are so fucking filthy,” Carey growled, fingers running down to lightly squeeze his balls.

  Brandon whined high in his throat, fucking his cock into his hand faster now, intent on getting off, “I am. I am, Sir. I know you like it, Sir.”