The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1) (BDSM Erotica)

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by Kale, Chloe


  Over the phone, Mr. Garrett’s secretary told Mademoiselle that I would be invited over to his personal manse on the city outskirts, by the palisades, to create the piece in a studio provided by Mr. Garrett himself. I could barely believe the words she said, as her mouth formed them.

  Ever since meeting Mr. Garrett that afternoon, my life had felt like a dream. The days passed by in a blur as I anticipated this moment. I dressed myself similarly to the way I was dressed the last time Mr. Garrett had seen me; a tight black skirt, and a tight white blouse. If it were up to me, I’d be wearing jeans and maybe a hoodie. But today wasn’t about me; it was about impressing Mr. Garret. So I played it safe, as usual, and dressed myself like I was going to the gallery. As much as I hated my lack of mobility in corporate clothing, I had to present a good, clean image. Mr. Garrett would be expecting that.

  I was unsure of what to pack for the day, so to play it safe I brought absolutely everything inside my leather carrying case. I brought tools for every medium, and my own easel and the highest quality canvas I could afford. I slipped the tools into their compartments, and zipped the case up. It was slung over my back when the driver rolled up outside my apartment, and it was now sitting in the trunk, while I sat in the back, eagerly watching the scenery from the window, waiting for a hint of Mr. Garrett’s estate.

  And then I saw it. Gated in, yet absolutely sprawling; each tree was lined symmetrically on either side of the long winding road to the parking area. The grass was well tended, startling green, and punctuated by modern sculptures which pleasantly graced the yard. A small forest stood to the far left, and an exquisite white marble fountain to the right. We drove past the gate, past security, all in a whir as I marveled at the beautiful sites around me.

  And yet, none could compare to the mansion itself; two massive white columns stood at the entrance, holding up a pointed black roof, which flowed effortlessly along the rest of the house. It was odd, the house was impossibly beautiful, and yet each wing and tower seemed to morph into each other. I knew immediately that it was a marvel of modern architecture. I could just imagine the high ceilings, and beautiful views from the gaunt windows decorating the white sandstone walls and tower columns. The house was as striking and enigmatic as it’s owner, Mr. Garrett.

  “We’ve arrived, Miss Drayer.” The driver said at last, as the car wound up to the front of the estate, under the two massive pillars. As he helped me from the car, I could tell the place was swarming with security. Two guards stood at the front of the mansion, and countless others patrolled the perimeter.

  “Thank you very much,” I said as the driver curtly nodded.

  I looked up at the front of the mansion and blinked. One of the security guards came forward, and motioned for me to follow. I did as I was told and entered the mansion through its massive mahogany and glass front door; the interior was as gorgeous and as immaculately designed as the exterior. The estate was filled with high ceilings, elegant sandstone tiles, and a winding glass stairwell in the middle of the foyer.

  “The studio is upstairs, Miss Drayer. Mr. Garrett will be with you shortly.”

  I felt a shudder in the deepest places of my body at the mention of his name. He was going to be here with me? It was what I’d hoped for, but not what I’d expected. He’s probably just going to make sure I’m getting on well with the project. I was to be painting a landscape of his estate, from the view in his studio room.

  I started to ascend the glass stairs. Glass stairs? This place was magical. It had to have been. And then I heard my supplies clinking around in my case. Damn it, I didn’t fasten everything down properly. Left unchecked, it will all tumble out of the bag in front of Mr. Garrett. I had to fix it.

  I took a deep breath, and set the case on the middle plateau of the stairwell. I knelt down next to it; my knees slanted the same direction to keep my panties hidden. My hair unraveled as I knelt. God, he was going to think I’m a mess all of the time when he saw my hair in this state. I quietly noted that I appeared to be extremely concerned with what Mr. Garrett though of me.

  I unzipped the case, and just as I thought – brushes and pencils had spilled from their compartments. I snatched them up one by one, starting with the pencils. I had about six in my hand, all different types of leads and widths, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

  “You sure did bring a lot.” Will knelt down next to me; he picked up the brushes.

  Oh god, he’s here. He’s snuck up on me again. And he smells so good; aquatic, but not overly aquatic, and fresh, fresh, fresh.

  “Mr. Garrett. The scope of the project wasn’t specified, so I thought I should be careful and bring everything.”

  He had taken me by surprise again, damn. I must look like a fool. Always a mess. Always fumbling about. But those eyes… I felt the lightness in my chest return.

  “A safe move. But of course, I have everything you’ll need in the studio I’ve set up for you.” He calmly stated as he fastened the last of the brushes in the case.

  Of course he had everything all set up for me. What was I thinking?

  Taking charge, he zipped the case and slung it over his shoulder and then gestured for me to continue up the stairs. I cautiously walked in front of him; I felt his eyes on the back of my body, watching my every step. Becoming self-conscious of my walk, I put in extra effort to move my hips to show off my ass. I knew I had a cute ass.

  “The studio is down here,” he said as he placed his arm on my shoulder and turned my body to the right. “It’s attached to the bedroom.”

  The bedroom? My heartbeat quickened. I turned back and looked at him, my face slightly in awe. There, I met the cool symmetry of his facial features, and his perfect white smile.

  “It has the best view,” he added with a slight wink. Guided by him, I walked through the bedroom; it was fairly sparse and extremely modern, white sandstone walls and simple black furnishings. And a massive black bed, overlooking a wall-sized window with the curtains drawn.

  My heartbeat quickened once again; I was in Mr. Garrett’s room. I mean, Will Garrett’s room. An open corridor attached the studio; as I walked into the studio from the bedroom, I realized he wasn’t lying – the view here was incredible.

  An entire wall seemed to be made of glass, and it overlooked the rolling hills and forestry of his estate. Aside from that, the room was plain white with a large dresser and chest on the far side. I supposed the supplies would be found there.

  “The view here is so wonderful. I’d be hard-pressed not to create something really special for you… I just hope I don’t screw it up.” Damn it, Clarissa. Your self doubts have returned! Why did I have to say that? He must think I’m such a –

  “No, Clarissa Drayer. I have absolute confidence in you.” His voice and demeanor were totally cool and calm, and soothed my nerves immediately. How could he have this affect on me? Everything he did or said affected me like lightning striking my soul, or waves washing over my body.

  “Yes, no, I was just… joking. You’re right. I just want to please you.” There, I said it. I wondered if he would take the slight innuendo. Either way, I felt the slit between my legs becoming warm.

  Oh God, you’re just here on commission to paint a landscape. Don’t get any crazy thoughts in your head. What would one of the world’s richest men want with little you? Will Garrett was silent. Suddenly, my petite frame felt very small in the big white room. Mademoiselle would never believe what happened next.

  “Clarissa… I have every belief you will create a marvelous piece for me. But I had other things in mind today.” He said, as he took a step towards me, placing his hands on my shoulder once more.

  He lowered his head, to whisper in my ear. “Tell me to stop, if you want.”

  “No,” I exhaled. “Don’t stop.”

  “The moment you saw me, you had to have me?”

  “Y-yes,” I barely stammered out. How did he know?

  “I went searching through every renowned gallery in the cit
y limits, looking for something beautiful to grace my bedroom, and I found – you. Clarissa, I must have you. In every way.” He pressed up behind me; I could feel his erection on my lower back. I wanted to turn around and grab him, but he held me in place.

  “What can I do for you,” I breathed out, my heart racing. “…Will.”

  “You can do exactly as I say, if you want.” His mouth moved about my neck, breathing warm air, tingling my entire being. “Is that what you want?”

  “That’s what I want,” I said. It was true. It was the truest thing I had ever felt. I wanted to give Will Garrett pleasure. I wanted him to be pleased with me. “I want you to… use me. For anything.”

  Chapter 4

  He lowered one hand, tracing the side of my torso, breast to hip, and then lingered there on my pencil skirt.

  “You want to be conquered?” He kissed my neck. “You want to be used?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes.”

  “Do you trust me?” He stopped kissing, and the moment seemed to freeze.

  Could I really trust him? The man was powerful enough to do anything; if something went wrong, he could cover it up entirely. He could make it so I never existed. No, that was a crazy thought.

  I wasn’t sure if I was listening to my heart, my mind, or the wetness between my thighs – but soon enough, they were all of a consensus. From what I’d seen of this alpha male, I felt I could trust him. The rest I would figure out along the way.

  This was the fulfillment of the longing in my life, the hole in my being. I was filled with an excitement I had never felt before. It was a revelation.

  “I trust you, Will.” I said at last.

  “Perfect.” He resumed kissing my neck, and now his hands were at the bottom of the blouse. With one cool motion, he pulled it over my head, leaving my top half exposed but for my red bra. Thank God I wore my sexy lingerie today.

  He turned me around and kissed around my collarbone, while his hands caressed my back, my sides and the skin under my breasts. Finally, he raised his head and kissed me on the mouth; our tongues danced, wrapping and caressing each other.

  I moaned, and he pulled away, holding a finger up, motioning for me to wait a moment. He walked over to the dresser, and opened it up. I saw a hint of the items contained within; black leather everything, handcuffs, whips, chains, what else – and then he closed it.

  He walked back over to me and I saw that he pulled out a leather flogger; black handle with leather straps bursting from the top. I nodded in exasperation; yes, please.

  He caressed my torso with the flogger, while fondling my breasts over my bra. The flogging stopped for a moment. I felt a familiar brush tickle on my back; he had kept a paintbrush out of the case. He moved up and down between the dimples in my lower back, tickling with the soft brush tip. I let out a moan, as I felt his hand caress the curve of my hips, and then felt him palm my ass cheek and squeeze. I nearly squealed.

  “You’ll do as I say,” he softly said.

  I nodded.

  “Take off your skirt,” he said and I obliged.

  As I stepped out of it, I took care to bend over enough to reveal the outline of my pussy lips through my silk panties. I slipped forward onto all fours, as his hands gently guided me to the ground.

  He pressed against me again at that moment, and I felt his hard cock against between my ass cheeks. I could already tell his cock was huge; bigger than any I’d ever felt before.

  He undid his button-up, and tore it off. He was wearing only his pants at this time. He reached around with one hand, and felt the contour of my mound over the front of my panties, and slowly eased his fingers in and out overtop of my panties. I knew already that I was sopping wet, and it must have been showing through my thin undergarments.

  “You’re so wet,” he said. “I love it. You smell so delicious.”

  For a moment, I wanted so bad to turn around and take his cock in my mouth. But I knew I’d need to do as he said, so he could reward me.

  He reached to undo my bra, and it fell onto the floor in front of me.

  “Turn around,” he said, and so I did.

  My modestly sized breasts perked up as my nipples hardened. I licked my lips as I saw the outline of his giant penis through his dress pants. He studied my breasts, and a smile spread across his face.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said plainly. “These breasts are perfect.” And he grabbed them both, and lowered his head to suck on the nipples. His tongue bobbed around each one, and I squirmed with electric pleasure. I could barely take it.

  I noticed how muscular and lean his upper body was; it was as if he was carved from stone. And then I felt his finger trace its way down to my panties again, and he rubbed the outline of my pussy lips, making me wetter than ever.

  “Undo my pants. Take out my cock. Keep the belt.” I undid his belt, and tossed it on the floor beside him, and pulled down his pants.

  Then I pulled down his boxer briefs. His magnificent cock sprung forward at my face; it was by far the largest member I’d ever seen. He slowly pushed it into my willing mouth. Oh my god. It was beautiful. I licked the massive head, and swirled in my mouth, as he lunged in and out.

  “You like your reward?” He asked, towering above me. I nodded, his cock still in my mouth, and looked up to make eye contact as I continued to suck. He pulled out for a second, and picked up the belt.

  “Ready?” He asked.

  I nodded. He used the belt to tie my hands behind my back. It felt so strangely good; I was his to use, he could do what he wanted. I kneeled before him, my hands bound behind my back, my mouth open, wanting more.

  He teased me with his cock, and then once again plunged it into my mouth.

  My pussy must have been dripping wet, because I’d never been so turned on in my life.

  He pulled out again, and then motioned for me to sit down; I did as I was told. He placed his hands on my panties and slowly peeled them from my body. He marveled at my wet pussy for a moment.

  “So, so wet. Perfect pussy.” He placed a finger inside the lips, and stroked up and down, tingling my clit and trembling my legs.

  In my ecstasy, I barely noticed the flogger had returned. He tickled my pussy with the straps, and then turned me over and lightly spanked my bare ass.

  “Lay down,” he said. And I did just as he asked me. I was thankful the floor was cushioned, and then I realized that every inch of this room was designed especially for this kind of play. I took a glance out of the massive window and wondered if anybody was watching us.

  He guided my body with his hands, arching my back in the air, while my chest pressed against the ground. This strange position of submission caused me a slight sensation of discomfort. Oddly, it felt really good.

  With my back arched in the air, he spread my ass cheeks open, exposing my dripping wet cunt and asshole. He put his face between my cheeks and started licking my clit.

  His tongue danced around my lips, and darted in and out of my hole, before making its way up to my asshole where he swirled around causing me to writhe in pleasure. This was what I wanted; I had never felt pleasure like this before.

  He pulled back, and brushed my ass with the flogger, and then gave me a light whipping. I shuddered with each strike of the straps, but it felt so good.

  “Do you like that?” He asked, and I squealed in excitement. He took the paintbrush next, and stuck the handle into my wet slit and I moaned. I wanted his cock inside me, next.

  Sensing my thoughts, he said, “don’t worry. You’ll be rewarded with my fat cock soon. If you’re good.”

  “I’ll be good.”

  He pulled me to my feet again, the brush still in my vagina.

  “Where else do you want this brush?”

  “Where ever you want it.”

  He slowly slid the brush in and out of my pussy, and I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. He took a moment to lick my inner thigh, and nodded in approval.

  He slowly slid the brush o
ut, and played with my lips again, brushing them back and fourth. I could barely stand, my legs felt so weak. He moved the handle to my asshole, and slowly guided it in.

  I squealed with pleasure yet again, and slightly arched my back where I stood. The brush was sticking out of my ass, and I loved it. My arms were bound behind my back, and I could feel the end of the brush with my fingertips. It turned me on.

  “Use your hands,” he said. “Guide the brush in and out.”

  I did as he said, and fucked my ass with the brush.

  He took the flogger and tickled my breasts, before giving them a light whip, causing a brief flash of pain in my chest. It made the sensations in my ass grow stronger and more intense. I understood my body in a way I never had before. It was utterly freeing.

  “I could lavish you with anything you wanted, with my fortune.” He said, walking around me, examining my body. “Yes, I think I’d like to keep you.”

  “Then keep me. Have me.” I couldn’t believe how bold he was. I couldn’t believe that I loved it.

  Then he took me standing up. I felt his cock pressing against the front of my wet slit, against the hairless mound of my vagina, before he guided the head of his huge penis into my dripping cunt, first stopping to tease my lips. And when he entered, I felt a wave of euphoria sweeping through my entire being.

  Oh my God. Oh my God. His thrusts nearly swept me off my feet, it seemed he could lift me up with his entire cock. He lunged in and out, and I could feel his cock in every inch of my pussy; I could feel his every pulse and thrust.

  He took me slowly, fucking me deeply. My eyes were closed and I could barely contain myself. Kissing my neck again, he whispered, “Are you ready to be fucked hard?”

  Chapter 5

  I don’t know what came over me, but I replied, “Tie me up.”

  And in the span of a few minutes, he had pulled the brush from my ass (after quickly fucking me again with it) and undid the belt from my wrists. He motioned for me to move towards the bed, and I did as I was told.

 

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