The Billionaire and the Assistant: Eli's story (The Billionaires Book 3)

by Gisele St. Claire

  “Now the boxers.” She licked her lips. “Or you’ll be whipped for being disobedient.”

  “Can I remove them and still be whipped? I’ll find something else to be disobedient about.” I raised an eyebrow.

  “Maybe.” Her mouth curved at the edges. “Or maybe I’ll just do it, anyway.”

  I dropped my boxers and watched her eyes widen as my cock sprang free of my underwear. Proud and erect my ten inches were ready for action, ready to sink into her warm depths.

  “Oh my God.” She gasped, her eyes not leaving my dick.

  At that moment she stilled and looked at me.

  “Fuck, this is really happening.” she said. “Tell me I’m not dreaming, Eli.”

  I walked closer to her and fisting my cock I ran the top of my dick against her wet heat. “Does that feel like you’re dreaming?” I asked her. Then I picked her up and threw her on my bed.

  I was immediately over the top of her. My mouth smashed against hers and once again wanton lust exploded between us. I trailed my mouth down her neck, nipping and biting until I reached the soft swell of her breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked before biting it gently.

  “Ooohhh.”

  Christ, I thought I might come from her voice alone, those soft moans and her hitched breaths.

  My tongue danced from one breast over to the other and Alex’s moans got louder. Her body undulating over mine as she became increasingly turned on. So I slowly trailed my hand up her thigh, making her wait, delaying getting to her heat and then I dipped my fingers. She was soaked.

  “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me.”

  I dipped my head and lowered myself between her thighs, pushing them wider apart and then I licked up her seam and she gasped and screamed my name.

  “Eli. Oh my fucking God. Please, please. I need you there.”

  I laughed. She’d get me there, when I was good and ready. We had all night.

  Pushing my tongue inside her I fucked her with my mouth, flicking her nub with my finger as my tongue darted in and out of her. Before long she was pushing herself against my face hard, her breathing ragged and louder moans coming from her lips.

  “Oh my God, oh my God.”

  And then she exploded against my mouth, her juicy wetness better than any scotch I’d ever tasted. She collapsed back against the bed, her body having thrust upwards as she came. While she came down from her climax, I rubbed her juicy wetness into her puckered hole.

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  “You’ll see.”

  I took out a packet of anal beads from my drawer. A fantasy I’d held since my obsession with Alex had started. I’d never really thought they’d ever get used, but I’d bought and kept a few toys for if my fantasy had ever come true and it was doing. She was really here in my bed right now. Hell yeah!

  Lubing the beads up, I parted her thighs again.

  “Trust me, Alex.”

  “I do trust you.” She said and let her thighs fall apart.

  Her pussy was displayed before me, slick with her juices. I lined the beads up at the entrance to her ass and slowly pushed the first one in, taking my time until a few of the beads were inside her then once again I positioned myself over her but this time my cock was lined up with that perfect pussy.

  I pushed inside and she moaned. It was almost my undoing, and I had to stop for a moment or I was going to peak too soon. I got myself together and once again started to thrust inside her. This was going to be no slow comfortable screw but a hard, fast fuck. I thrust inside her harder, her head touching the headboard slightly then I placed a hand under her ass and gave her the ride of her life.

  Her moans and uttering of words started again. All ‘Oh my God’ and ‘Eli, please’.

  As I felt my balls tighten and the pressure build, and her gasps quickened, I pulled the beads from out of her ass. She exploded over my cock, those little tightenings causing my seed to spurt inside her. We collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat. It was everything I’d ever wanted and more.

  “Marry me, Alex.” I said.

  Chapter 5

  Brianna

  This house was lame. I’d lived here for six months now and I figured that soon I would have to find my own Mr. Moneybags, whether that be a sugar daddy or one of the sons of the many wealthy men in the area. Mom had done well this time around, not that she’d ever landed a man who was less than a billionaire, but Roger Degeneres had wealth beyond comprehension. I didn’t know what he did for a living and I had zero interest in finding out. But he was always meeting people in the Village, the business hive of Pacific Palisades where we lived.

  Our house on San Remo Drive sat in an two acres of its own land in Pacific Palisades Riviera. With its 10 beds and 15 baths even I’d been a little awestruck when we’d moved in. I’d always had fantastic living quarters, Mom made sure of it, but here my bedroom was so large it had its own living room area with a huge couch and coffee table. There were large windows facing my bed and to the right-hand side patio doors opened onto a large stone veranda which wrapped around the side of the house and overlooked the gardens. The views were of the Pacific ocean and the San Gabriel mountains.

  It was impressive—at first—now I was ready to move on.

  I sat in front of my dressing table mirror and ironed out my long blonde hair, then reapplied my mascara and gloss. Mom was meeting me for another fitting for my bridesmaid dress this afternoon. Wedding number three. There was a difference this time though. Although Mom had gone for her true to type multi billionaire, this time she got a dreamy look upon her face when she spoke about him. I genuinely believed she loved this guy. She’d not loved the last one.

  I reckoned she’d loved my dad at first too, even though he’d been an obvious stepping stone onto bigger things. Now I didn’t know what to do because I couldn’t stay in this place. It was full of middle-aged wealthy couples who sat around the country club. I needed some excitement in my life and then that husband of my own. That goddamn country club. Even the wedding was taking place there. I couldn’t wait to see my mom’s face though when dad arrived. I’d had an extra invitation sent out behind her back, dad and guest. Like he’d bring anyone. I think my mom might still harbor some feelings for my dad and regret how she’d treated him. Maybe my way out of here was a little matchmaking. In any case, I’d thought it would be wild to make my dad watch my mom get married again. Dad was rich but Roger made him look like a homeless guy.

  Between now and the fitting I decided to go shopping. I needed nothing, but that wasn’t really the point was it? The point was to make sure that everything I owned was at least one step up from that which everyone else owned.

  I grabbed my Celine purse and headed out of my room. Reaching the entrance lobby, a deep male voice called out from behind me.

  “Brianna. Could I have a word before you leave?”

  I turned around to see Roger standing in the doorway of one of the three living rooms in the house.

  I sighed. “Make it fast.” I replied. Mom might love him but I had no feelings for him whatsoever. He had Mom, so he had me and as long as he picked up the checks I’d tolerate him.

  I took a seat in the living room. This was by far the best room in the house with wide windows that looked out over the huge gardens and brought vast amounts of light in. When I had my own home that’s how I’d want it-open plan with amazing views. Some of his other rooms were dated, full of dark wood and just, well, dull. Rather like the man himself.

  “So, Brianna. There are four weeks until the wedding now and just seven days until Christmas. I’ve been speaking to your mother and our present for you this year isn’t one we can wrap up.”

  “Really?” I asked. I wanted to yawn. What was it this time: a car, a yacht, my own zoo?

  “We’re going to buy you a home of your own. Wherever in the world you’d like it to be. Let me know when you’ve found somewhere and I’ll take it from there. Your budget is three million dollars.”

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bsp; My jaw dropped. “Three million dollars? This house is worth forty-three million.”

  His jaw tightened and his face grew stern. Roger was fifty-three years old, tall and slim, with quite a gaunt looking face as if he needed a good dinner. My mom said it was because he was never still-either at business meetings, playing golf or taking her out somewhere fancy.

  “I worked like the devil himself for my money, Brianna. I think three million dollars is amazingly generous.”

  “And what did my mom say about this proposal?”

  “She agreed it was time for you to get your own home. Me and your mom are for life, Brianna. You can be assured I’m going to look after her as if she was the most precious diamond. Now you can stop worrying about your mom and go live your life. There’s a whole world out there.”

  I bit my tongue. I wanted to rip his throat out but no one ever got anywhere by displaying all their cards.

  “Well thanks for the offer. I’ll give it some thought.”

  “I want mine and your mom’s married life to be just the two of us enjoying each other, Brianna.”

  Ugh. He meant he wanted to be able to screw my mother in every room of the house except the staff quarters.

  I walked over to him and forced myself to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Roger. It’s so good to know my mom has someone who thinks so very much of her.”

  “I worship her, Brianna. She’s my everything.”

  I smiled. “Well if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go see if I can pick up the new purse I ordered and then I’ll be meeting my mother for the dress fitting.

  He returned my smile. “Not long now until she’s officially mine.”

  I stared at him. Despite his friendly gaze, his tone was clear. My mother was his.

  Before, every man she’d been with had had to take us on board as a package. Mom and I had shopped, eaten and socialized together for years. But things were changing. Now I was being encouraged to move out? What was I supposed to do? I had no genuine friends.

  Well screw it. I needed nobody and nothing around here was changing as far as I was concerned. Well, except for the fact that if I had my way, there would be no wedding. I didn’t know how yet but I was going to split them up. If Roger couldn’t share my mom, then he didn’t get her at all.

  My mother greeted me as soon as I walked through the doors of the boutique. “Hello, darling. It’s the penultimate fitting today and then there will just be a final one a couple of days before the ceremony. So make sure you stay away from anything fattening, okay?”

  I rolled my eyes. Designer clothes weren’t made for fat people. I was a size zero and would stay that way. The only food I ate was fish and steamed vegetables and she knew that.

  “Katrina, I’m convinced your daughter gets prettier every day.” Honor, the boutique owner air-kissed both my cheeks. “Brianna, honey, why don’t you step into the room and I’ll bring the dress in to you.”

  By now I was used to people fawning over me because they wanted high commissions. They were so fake but they could carry on with their faux emotions, my own weren’t genuine either. Pacific Palisades was full of fake plastic people. It was time for a little fun to happen to shake them all up. My mother’s wedding would be the perfect place to cause trouble. Let’s see if they all wanted to meet at the country club after that. I knew for a fact that Honor’s husband let the babysitter blow him in his car every Friday night. I’d passed them one night when I’d been restless and needed to get out of the house.

  I stood in the fitting room in my underwear and looked at my lithe body. There was no doubt I was my mother’s daughter, with the same high cheekbones and piercing green eyes, though I had my father’s slim lips and good teeth. The orthodontist hadn’t had to do much work on mine. Maybe Roger might like a younger model, I thought for a moment, and then I rejected the idea. There was no way I was sleeping with that old man. But maybe I could say he’d made a pass at me?

  Honor passed me the dress, and I shucked it on. The pink silk fell like a waterfall passed my hips. It was beautiful and for a moment I felt a strange emotion-guilt-pass me by as I thought about the efforts Mom and Roger were going to with this wedding. But I was being bought off. Three million dollars to disappear. That was the message hidden in Roger’s words. That they didn’t want me around.

  Well, I’d give them a hint of that now, I decided. Just after Christmas and over the New Year I’d go give my father a surprise visit. He was always complaining he didn’t see enough of me. The reason he didn’t was I could see the disappointment in his gaze when I asked him for money. What did he think I was going to live on? I didn’t have a job. Mom provided my lifestyle, or had up until now. I’d stay with him for a while and tell him about Roger’s offer. I’m sure my dad wouldn’t want another man deciding on my future. Hopefully, he’d set me up with a much better apartment somewhere more fitting to the lifestyle to which I’d become accustomed. Yes, my daddy could have a visit and I could stir the pot about my mom and Roger and then bring him back with me for the wedding that wouldn’t take place.

  I smiled at myself through the mirror and did a little twirl.

  “How is everything?” My mom asked through the fitting room curtain.

  “Oh, everything is just perfect, Mom.” I told her. “Or it will be, with a few adjustments.”

  Chapter 6

  Alex

  19 December

  I woke and for a moment wondered where I was and then I remembered. I was in a hotel in Las Vegas wrapped in silk sheets with the warm body of my husband behind me. His strong arm across my body keeping me close.

  My husband.

  We’d spent yesterday cancelling appointments and arranging flights. We’d married on the terrace of the Bellagio and decided to stay there to honeymoon. Our cells were switched off. Both Eli and I had agreed that we’d waited this long, we weren’t letting anyone interrupt us for a few days. In any case it was six days until Christmas and we were staying here until the 27th after which we’d return home and face the music.

  I knew for a fact my mother would throw a hissy fit, but no doubt we could have another wedding for family and friends at a later date. For now, it was going to be just me and Eli for a few days, celebrating our first Christmas together as man and wife. Just one of many firsts we’d be having together.

  I bit my lip. Christ, we were married.

  The day before yesterday I didn’t even know how he felt about me and now I was his wife.

  Yes it was impulsive, but like Eli had said as we raced around organizing everything-hadn’t we already wasted enough time?

  I detected a change in breathing from behind me and realized my husband was waking up. The other clue may have come from the rock hard cock currently being rocked against my ass. His arm moved up to cup my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple.

  “Good morning, Mrs. King.” He whispered in my ear.

  Mrs. Elias King.

  Then for a fleeting moment I remembered that I didn’t have all the firsts because there’d been another Mrs. King before me. Katrina. The woman who I was going to meet at her own wedding in just four weeks time. It was then I realized I’d never seen a photo of her and had no idea what she looked like. I’d seen a photo of his daughter once. He’d shown me as it was in his wallet. All I knew of Brianna was her curt manner if she called her father and I answered his phone. She’d talked to me like some kind of servant, which I guess to her I was. Now I’d be her stepmother. Jesus. How was that going to be received?

  Then Eli’s caressing hand trailed down to between my thighs.

  He stroked my clit and then dipped his finger in my wetness, trailing it back up and rubbing it into my nub. My body sparked with electricity at his touch, all thoughts of other people forgotten. His fingers lingered at my pussy for long moments, occasionally dipping into my heat for lubrication and again flicking and caressing my nub. Then Eli moved himself closer to me and pushed into me from behind, his large shaft stretching me and filling
me. It felt like paradise. His fingers continued to strum against my clit as he gently made love to me. I reveled in the feelings he awoke within me, feelings I’d never been able to obtain through the odd lover and my battery operated boyfriends. When my climax came it was gentle but lasted for a longer time, wrecking me and leaving me gasping in my new husband’s arms. He however hadn’t finished with me yet.

  “Turn onto your back.”

  I moved, and he thrust into me again, the feeling exquisite, as my pussy, sensitive from its recent climax welcomed his fullness once more. This time he thrust harder, rocking into me with force as he worked his way to his own climax.

  “Oh, Alex, oh, fuck, Alex.”

  It was the words I’d recognized through the intercom. He HAD been thinking of me while he’d jerked off. That confirmed it. I raised my hips up against him meeting him thrust for thrust as my body begged for another climax. As he stilled he bit my nipple, and it took me over the edge. We rode our orgasms out together, breathless, and then he pulled me back into his embrace and we slept a little longer, before awaking and fucking all over again.

  I laid at his side. The clock said it was two pm and my stomach growled.

  Eli turned towards me, his elbow on the pillow and his head resting in his hands. “So, would you like to look around Vegas a little?” He asked me.

  “Tomorrow?” I pouted. “Today can we use room service and the jacuzzi bath and just make love all day long?”

  “That’s what I’d hoped you’d say.” He smiled. “Now what would you like me to get you to eat?”

  I moved down the bed. This would be the first blow job I’d ever given Eli, and I’d not had much experience but I’d read lots of books. “First, I’m eating this.” I told him. I moved from the bed and got the belt that Eli always wore around his pants. Moving back to the bed I sat astride him and made him raise his hands above his head and then I secured them with the belt. He could have escaped in seconds, but I saw his eyes alight and I realized that my man liked to play a little.