Unjust Billionaire: A dom romance (Bossy Billionaire Book 2)

by Savannah May

  “I can't,” I whispered. “I have a boyfriend back home.”

  “Yes, I know. Josh Perrine, the celebrated architect. I know a great deal about him. Do you think he'd be upset with you if you were to submit to my requirements?”

  “He-”

  What would he tell me to do right now? Josh required that I was compliant with his demands at all times, without exception. He had told me right from the start that it was the only way our relationship could work. He didn't date women and he certainly didn't allow himself to be tied down to only one. He also had a habit of frequent disappearances to Europe. He never asked me to go along, and was often away for long periods without telling me exactly where or what he was doing. Despite my best subtle efforts I'd never discovered why he set those parameters around his need for love.

  3

  If I wanted to be with Josh, the only way was to be completely under his control. At first I'd flat out resisted his ultimatum. Who did he think he was imposing conditions regarding how we could be together? I was a modern woman with my own career in the world's greatest city, not a freaking 1950s Stepford wife grateful to have a man to take care of me, allowing me to abort all responsibility for myself. As though I was returning to little girl child status.

  But Josh had shown me the other side. Of myself. Surrendering to him had delivered me a deeper sense of my feminine nature. I felt more sensual and more powerful doing what he told me. And I had eagerly embraced the lifestyle we freely enjoyed. Or maybe I’d gone along with it to keep him and be a part of a vibrant couple. I just wished he wouldn’t go away so much. He seemed to take off every time I wanted more closeness.

  Then suddenly I remembered the text he'd sent me in the car not half an hour ago telling me that I was to comply with every command of my new master. His exact words were for me to do whatever the boss wanted. But he couldn't have meant that to include this boss's demands – for me to expose my body to him at our first meeting. Could he?

  Valentine was watching me closely with a confident half smile, enjoying the torment of indecision running through every limb. I absolutely could not give my body to my boss, who I'd just met face to face barely an hour ago. It was lewd behavior and my cheeks flushed with the realization that doing so would mean I'd have been naked and voluptuous with three different men in the space of about twelve hours.

  “I simply need to know whether you are going to be up to the rigors of the job,” Valentine said, in a bizarrely business-like tone. “It requires a special personality.”

  “I don't see how designing a winery estate tasting rooms has anything to do with you having me naked in front of you,” I almost whimpered.

  “I promise you will understand all, as soon as we move forward,” Valentine replied. “There’s a crackling spark between us. I know you felt it spark off while we shared a glass of Shiraz. Unless we douse the chemistry, we won’t be able to work together.”

  Maybe he should show me his body. Just to prove his solution was effective. But oh god, if he did, there’d be no stopping me. I’d be across the desk like a champion hurdler and all over those provocative hard muscles.

  A taut battle raged the length of my body as my head tried to resist the urges from between my legs. I should not, but there was nothing holding me back. My future depended on this contract and Josh had told me to comply with my master, so he couldn't be mad at me.

  In fact, knowing Josh so well, I was pretty certain he'd find it hot when I told him, as of course I would, under his demand to know everything.

  I had to admit, the pretense I was fighting to maintain was a facade for the benefit of – what? Because I was supposed to behave correctly and withhold my body from men, not allow then to use it for their pleasure. How much my mother had drilled into me not to give a man my body before he paid the dues upfront with a gold band. It was all so patriarchal. Dictates sent down from men terrified of the power of a woman's sexuality. Jay Valentine did not appear to have any problems with a woman's body.

  He was relishing every moment of the battle going on across his desk and I was finding it searing hot myself. My pussy was running juices with the thought of baring my tits because he ordered me to. My boss in his massive regal office was commanding that I take off my top because my breasts were amazing. His compelling force was so impossibly enticing I couldn't resist.

  His eyes held mine as I slowly unfastened the closure at the back of my neck and allowed the two sides of the halter to drop down. Catching it up in my arms as it fell and clasping it to me, covering my naked globes, mounding them into a crush of cleavage.

  I licked my lips in an unconscious nervous reaction, then pressed them together as his eyes roamed down to my breasts. His face was absolutely still as he lingered on the voluptuous flesh, but his chest rose and fell faster.

  “Take it off,” he ordered, his voice lower and more insistent.

  My breath was coming so fast and taut, my high pointed masses heaving up and down in the hook of my arm. My heart was racing and trilling as I clasped the empty cups to my bare chest, overcome by an unusual flare of embarrassment but as I met Valentine’s gaze and without a word he silently commanded me to release my arms, I felt a rush of power and dropped them.

  My pussy twanged with delight as my breasts fell free and exhilaration rose with how much I was loving Jay Valentine forcing me to give myself over to him. With my heart thundering so hard under the flesh, they should have been bouncing in reverberation. As it was my nipples engorged under his stare.

  “Touch them,” he ordered.

  “What?” I asked, stupidly.

  I'd heard him but was surprised by the command. The peaks were screaming out to be tugged on but I was almost hoping Jay Valentine would take care of that himself.

  “Touch yourself,” he repeated in a level tone, almost a growl.

  Lifting the fingers of one hand to my breast, I pulled on the nipple and rubbed it around in full circles under my palm so it stretched.

  “Harder,” Valentine said.

  I raised the other hand and tugged both points out to their full extent as Josh liked to. The pain made me gasp and Valentine's eyes widened slightly. He was utterly riveted, watching as I rolled the points around in my small fingers, squeezing as though I could pinch out the fierce yearning.

  My hunger for Jay Valentine pulsed through me like a raging inferno. How could he sit there silently observing me pleasure my body? Why wasn't he on his knees in front of me marauding my sultry flesh in his heavy hands, feeding his gluttony? Why didn't he command me to come and sit across his thighs behind the desk, from where I could free his cock and impale myself on it?

  The craving for him to fill me up was both depraved and delicious. He may be a stranger, but now we were to be living and working under the same expansive roof for the next months. He had started something and I was eager to continue.

  I was working myself into a frenzy, rolling and pinching my invigorated breasts. Valentine had to do something soon or I was going to have to slip my hand under the short skirt and relieve my aching nub. If he only knew that just one narrow band of fabric prevented me from being completely nude before him. Observing me before his desk pleasuring my naked slit would really give him something to gaze at with his non-committal stare.

  “Stand up,” he suddenly announced, making me jump out of my fondling.

  I did as he commanded and stood with my hands cupped around my rib cage under my breasts, presenting them to him. He watched with intense interest, his eyes fixed into mine when he wasn't ravaging my body with them. His examination of me went far deeper than my naked form. He was delving into my soul.

  “Come here.” I moved forward instantly “No, stay on that side of the desk.”

  A pang of disappointment at the wide solid furniture between us, that prevented from touching him and feeling his hands on my body. I longed to plunder my fingers into his lush hair. I walked to the front of his desk in my high heels and stood before him brazen. I k
new my tits were great and I could be just as demanding- of his admiration.

  “Bend over,” he commanded and I complied, leaning forward with my hands on the desk. On the wall behind his head between the two floor-to-ceiling French windows, was a massive gilt framed mirror and I saw my chest thrusting out so my tits hung in strong triangular mounts around the reflection of his ears.

  4

  We stayed motionless like that for what seemed an eternity, Valentine observing the torment rushing through me at being forced to strip for him. The emotions tugged and heaved almost as much as lips between my inner thighs. But not quite. The claw running through my core was outrageous in its intensity.

  I wanted him so bad it was on the edge of my other lips to tell him so, to beg him to fuck me as rough and hard as he wanted to. But Josh had trained me well and I knew enough not to make any demands of my own. If I did they were sure to be denied until such time as my master saw fit to take me on his own terms.

  Instead I let my imagination take over. I looked in the mirror at my naked breasts and felt the tingle of shameless delight. The windows were huge and the workers in the vineyards had come a little closer. Not close enough to observe the scene in the master's office but not that far off. I imagined them making their way another few feet toward the house and seeing me come around the desk, my tits swaying as I lifted my skirt for their boss to admire my pussy.

  Damn, I was depraved and it was all Josh's fault. I'd been such a vanilla custard pudding before I met him thanks to mother's training and now, with his nurturing development, I was turning into a wanton where nothing was out of bounds.

  “That's the last time you will walk on heels in my office,” Valentine said.

  What the hell did that mean? Did he expect me to work barefoot? I thought that was only in the kitchen. Whatever and wherever he demanded, I wasn't sure I had the strength to decline. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I was always overly professional at the office, had never even had a smudge of an interlude with a client, despite a number of veiled offers.

  It was Jay Valentine bringing out an even stronger side of my feminine nature than Josh had uncovered- in response to his strength, his brutal masculinity that invaded the air between us. The power he held over me rendered me helpless to refuse anything he might demand.

  “Pull your skirt up,” he growled, dragging my eyes back to tumble into the cavern of his dangerous pools.

  I almost squealed a refusal without thinking. I could not expose that much of myself to my new boss, on so many levels. Imagining audacious behavior in my fantasy was not the same as going through with it. Maybe I was still a bit of a custard pudding.

  It wasn't only that I wasn't wearing any underwear and had no idea what he'd make of that. The fact that I'd traveled on a public jet without panties was nothing compared to the fact that my upper thighs were slick with juices in response to his control over me. No way could I let him in on the fact that I was loving his power forcing me to do his bidding.

  “Did you hear me, Ms Cannon? Raise that skirt and take off your underwear. Now.”

  I swallowed hard and grazed my fingers along the edge of the fabric, dragging it up one side of my thigh.

  “Higher.”

  I felt the fierce flush across my breasts rise to my cheeks and Valentine's fascination at observing that. That was nothing compared to his observation of my clutching my core in torment as my naked pussy came into view under the hem of my skirt.

  His eyes plundered across my bare slit, bathed in nectar as the glistening nub shoved out from between the engorged pink lips. Every pore of my body was stretched open and blazing. I wanted to mound my tits into my grasp again to relieve some of the hungry need pressing through my core.

  As I pulled the fabric up over my hipbones so that my sex was completely exposed, the sound of voices filtered in from outside the windows. It was the end of the day and the workers had moved that much closer. They had only to turn their heads and look through the glass to notice me standing in front of Valentine's desk, gazing in the mirror behind him admiring my erect tits and my spread open in front of him.

  Was this what he wanted? Public display? Had he discovered my arousal at the thrill of being caught naked? He scraped the heavy chair back and rose from his desk. I remained absolutely motionless, quivering within, as he came very slowly around the corner.

  His physical presence provoked a heart-rending as powerful as his aura. Valentine was a couple of inches over six feet tall, at a guess, and his chest was broad in an exquisite black suit. I remained where I was, gaze dropped and not even turning my head, but out of the corner of my eye I gleaned the thickness of his thighs in the expensive dark pants.

  My body trembled hard as he came beside me and the aroma of woody masculinity mixed with musk cologne wandered into my nostrils. He moved out of my view and I suddenly remembered.

  Oh. my. Freaking. Gawd. He was behind me but by raising my eyes I was able to observe in the mirror, Jay Valentine gazing down at my bare ass, neither shocked nor surprised by the scarlet red imprints blooming across my cheeks.

  How had I forgotten last night's spanking inflicted by Josh right before I boarded the plane in New York? ‘I guess I'll have to give you something to remember me by in Napa’, Josh had informed me before ordering me to take down my panties. When he'd finished the paddling, meant as a strong reminder of who was my master, he'd refused not only to relieve my aching nub with a big goodbye-O, but also to return my underwear.

  He said he wanted me flying high and shivering with desire all the way to the other side of the country. Well I was really shivering now, especially after my agony of craving was raised by my French colleague. Jay Valentine was a more complex beast than either man and I somehow knew he was a powerful dominant. One that I was meant to connect with.

  As he gazed down at my beacon glowing ass, I had the intense urge to move one foot aside and arch my back higher so that my chasm was exposed and inviting to him. I knew it was forbidden and I had to wait quietly for whatever Valentine decided was my due, but it was killing me, the waiting, the ravenous need for him to swirl into my senses.

  I hadn't felt more than a brief flicker of his warm breath at the nape of my neck and just that had sent quivers of desire rattling through me. Every cell craved his fingers grazing a trail across them. I stood waiting, breathless, heart high under my tits while the chatter of the men in the vineyard seeped through the windows.

  “Yes,” Valentine finally said in a deep glottal whisper, after a lifetime of me standing erect and shivering with emotion, praying the men were only interested in getting to their homes. “I think you'll work out very well.”

  My heart leapt. My body almost leapt as well, to twine itself around his gorgeous frame. But I remained still, waiting for orders. The next instant, Valentine turned and pressed a buzzer on his desk.

  “Delilah, come in and show Ms Cannon down to the spa.”

  Without so much as a look in my direction, Jay Valentine exited a side door into another office and I hauled my clothes back into place before the assistant bustled into the room. With abrupt officiousness, the tall and willowy redhead looked me up and down with a pinch of her scarlet lips, then led me along the endless luxurious hallways to the other side of the building. Through the red doors, into the spa- a white limestone ante-room where she turned on her Jimmy Choo heels without a word.

  5

  Delilah left me to be stripped of my clothes by two red-headed and rotund older women in a motherly fashion. They directed me to step down the wide white steps into an underground pool colonnaded with pillars like a Roman bath.

  I walked the pool filled with pure white liquid that I took to be some variation of milk. After luxuriating in the smooth fluid that enveloped my body like oil, I emerged with skin so baby soft, the redness across my ass had all but disappeared. I felt revived, energized and years younger.

  I was led by the cuddly women into a flesh-colored dressing ro
om where an exquisitely designed black dress was laid out on the chaise. Expecting fabric, I was surprised by its weight when I lifted the buttery, supple leather. When I finally wriggled in, it clung to my curves like a wetsuit, almost as though Valentine had known my exact measurements when of course that wasn’t possible.

  A heavy brass zip ran down the back of the mermaid tail skirt, from waist to hem. Two more stretched across my breasts, grating against the nipples. Still I had no underwear to put on.

  A glass of the house champagne, Vals, was served in palest flesh-pink crystal and I carefully made myself up with the Tom Ford cosmetics that looked brand new. At the exact moment that a far more glamorous me appeared in the mirror, Jay Valentine came through the door, as though he'd been watching my every move.

  “Put the shoes on,” he ordered.

  I looked around and saw a towering pair of pointed platforms. Flesh colored satin covered in black lace with black leather heels, maybe nine inches high. So high I was constantly tipped forward, off-balance when taking a step.

  “Good. Now follow me, Ms Cannon.”

  “Please call me Andie,” I said.

  His business demeanor was unnerving, as though he hadn't recently perused my sensual secrets like a browse along a magazine aisle and I was any other assistant on the job. I was disappointed that the close intimacy he'd set up between us wasn't going any deeper. Perhaps he'd put me through that initial meeting as some kind of amusement, his afternoon diversion.

  “I expect you think me some kind of monster,” he said in a stony voice. “But I assure you I have very good reasons for the things I do.”

  “I don't know what to think, honestly,” I said. “But I'm glad to know you believe we'll work well together.”

  I wanted so much more from Mr Jay Valentine but he seemed to have shut down every inroad and was now strictly business.