Dominated by the Billionaire: The Boxed Set

by Aya Fukunishi

  'Will anyone see us?' she asked, pulling her lips from his and scanning the rooftop. She knew Robert's staff had a habit of appearing unexpectedly, and though she felt no shame in being caught servicing her strong, powerful lover - in fact the thought of an audience sent a tight, tingling ball of pleasure to her belly - this time she wanted to enjoy the experience in private.

  'No,' whispered Robert, nibbling her ear delicately. 'There's only the guard on the main gate. Apart from him we're all alone up here.' He slid his hands from her body and took a step back, surveying her with hungry eyes. His gaze ran up and down her slim frame as he tugged at his belt, and the moment he unbuttoned his suit pants his long, thick erection sprang to attention, the proud shaft pressing tightly against the fabric of his boxers. His eyes fell to his manhood, and with a curt nod he gave her instructions. 'On your knees, Pam.'

  Her body obeyed almost without her control, like a well trained pet responding to its master's voice. In an instant she fell to the warm, wet grass, and as Robert smoothly pulled his hard, thickly veined cock from his pants Pam felt her pussy gush with anticipation. Her tight, short skirt pulled taut against her ass, and as she leaned forward to gently take the tip of her lover's shaft between her moist lips she wished she'd packed the kinky dildo skirt Robert had bought for her. She knew he'd turn his attention to her eager, wet little pussy soon enough, but until he'd had his fill of her mouth Pam knew the fire between her legs would rage unbearably.

  'Mmmm,' moaned Robert, arching his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into Pam's mouth. 'My God, you're perfect. Don't stop.' Pam barely heard his words, so focused was she on her job. She braced her hands against his legs, tightly grasping the fabric of Robert's trousers as she slid him deeper into her mouth. The hot, thick tip of his cock ran along her tongue, sliding slowly back and forth as she bobbed her head, the only sounds the wet smacking of her lips around his thick base, her gasping breath as he filled her mouth and, far below, the dim, distant hum of Parisian traffic, the sound of countless people going about their lives unaware that she, Pamela Rose, had the privilege of serving as Robert Foster's personal plaything.

  Between her legs Pam felt her pussy flush pink, and she knew without the need of touch that her tight lips already glistening with her juices. Beneath her blouse her nipples stood to attention, straining against the tight silk and eager for the touch of Robert's fingers or soft lips. As she stretched her lips wide and took his thick shaft deep into her mouth she could no longer resist the urge to pleasure herself while giving Robert the attention he expected from her. Her right hand slipped down his leg to the dew-glazed grass, and with difficulty she hiked her tight skirt up to her waist to expose her hot, aching pussy to the warm Parisian sun.

  The moment her fingers began to tease the swollen, wet lips of her pussy Robert pulled himself roughly from her mouth, sending her sprawling to the wet grass. He stood over her, his enormous cock glistening with her saliva, and pulled her back to her knees by her arm. His strong, firm hand grasped her chin and pulled open her mouth, guiding it back towards his dripping, gleaming erection. 'Hands behind your back, Miss Rose. If I see you touch your little pussy once more before you swallow my cum I'll force you to wear a chastity belt until we get back to New York. Your body belongs to me, and you'll enjoy it only when I give you permission. Understand?'

  Pam nodded demurely, ashamed that she'd given Robert anything but her full attention. She moved her hands behind her back and clasped her fingers together, struggling to balance in this awkward new position. Robert still held her chin inches from the pink, thick head of his delicious cock. Her pussy screamed out jealously for attention, but the reprimand made it clear to her that Robert's pleasure came first.

  'May I suck your cock, sir?' she asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes. The thought of it just inches from her lips drove her to insensibility. She bit her lip, imagining the glorious feeling of Robert's cum gushing deep into her mouth.

  Without another word Robert pulled her back towards his erection. His hand moved to the back of her head and grasped a fistful of hair, pulling her down deep, deeper than ever before. Pam's lips spread wide and her eyes watered as the thick shaft pressed against the back of her throat. She could barely breathe, but the sensation of her lips reaching the very base of his cock excited her beyond belief. She felt like a sex toy, existing only for the purpose of pleasuring her owner. It was liberating and exciting, the feeling of complete release, the driven, singular purpose of knowing that she was needed for one thing, and one thing alone.

  Pam felt the approach of Robert's orgasm moments before his gasping moans began. His hot shaft pulsed on the flat of her tongue, and she was eager for the gushing jet of cum when it came. She pulled back her head and squeezed the tip of his cock between her lips, pulling Robert's cock down to angle the hot jet of juice onto her tongue. Robert shuddered, and as his legs weakened he stumbled forwards, pushing Pam back on unsteady legs. With her hands clasped tightly behind her back Pam went sprawling to the ground, her lips slipping from around Robert's gushing cock just as a second powerful spray exploded from him. The hot spray caught her cheek, showering her with creamy juice, and as her bare ass cheeks hit the soft grass Robert came down on top of her, his pulsating, glistening cock slapping against her dripping face.

  She wasted no time reclaiming his hard, wet shaft. As Robert sprawled above her she took it hungrily into her mouth and sucked hard, drinking every drop of cum that gushed forth as if this were her final meal. Beneath his body she couldn't take a breath, but air was the last thing on her mind and she sucked him dry. All she dreamed of was the feeling of that hot, firm cock sliding between her legs, probing the swollen, eager lips of her waiting pussy before slipping deep inside her, stretching her wide as the shaft delved into her tight, dripping hole.

  She knew Robert would be in no condition to fuck her after cumming deep into her throat, but she couldn't help but thrust her body wildly, spreading her legs wide and pushing her naked, gleaming pussy forward as if searching for her lover's gift. Robert clearly felt her desperation, and Pam tensed as he slid his cock from her lips and began to move slowly down her body. She felt the thick, heavy tip of his cock, still dripping with creamy juice, slide along her tight silk blouse and down towards the skirt bunched around her waist. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Robert's hard shaft pressed against her inner thigh. At the lightest touch she felt she could come. All she needed was the delicious feeling of Robert's enormous cock stretching the tender, sensitive lips of her pussy. She knew her body would explode with joy in an instant. She knew every muscle would tense and quake. She knew her pussy would clench around his shaft as her body writhed in ecstasy. All she needed was that perfect moment, that delicious, addictive feeling of Robert's shaft sliding into her tightness.

  But it didn't come. Pam could feel him pressing against her, but Robert made no move to come inside. Her fingers dug into the grass in desperation and she looked into his eyes. 'Please, sir, can I come?', she pleaded.

  Robert smiled, knowing exactly how she was feeling and enjoying the experience of denying her the orgasm she so desperately needed. 'No, you may not,' he smiled, as Pam writhed beneath him. 'Stand up, Miss Rose. Remove your clothes.'

  'Please,' she whispered, knowing it was pointless. Once Robert made up his mind there was no way to change it. 'Please let me come,' she pleaded.

  'Remove you clothes, or I'll remove them for you.' The order was clear, and Pam feared the longer she resisted the longer he'd make her wait before releasing her from his agony. With her eyes cast to the ground she tugged down her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. A sudden cool breeze caught the light silk the moment it touched the grass, and she watched as it vanished over the lip of the building.

  'Now down on all fours, Pamela. That's a good girl.' As she lowered herself to her hands and knees Robert slid his hand across her ass, cupping a cheek firmly. His fingers pressed into her flesh tantalizingly close to her tight, wet pussy, but w
hen she made a subtle move to push herself closer to his fingers he gave her ass a light, warning slap. She held still and bit her lip.

  'Now show me that beautiful pussy of yours. That's it, up in the air. Spread your legs a little. Good girl.' Robert circled her body, viewing her from every angle and gently stroking his cock as he walked. Pam felt jealous of his hand, desperate for him to slide into her and bless her with the feeling she craved. What's more, she knew Robert knew her desperation. He smiled as she squirmed.

  'Now come for me, Pamela.' She began to move. 'No, stay still. Don't move a muscle. Come for me.'

  It was all Pam could do to keep from screaming. Her pussy ached with the need to come, but she needed just the lightest touch to bring herself to ecstasy. Robert's cock or her own fingers, it no longer mattered. The thought of coming without the benefit of either... she didn't know if she could.

  'Please... please help me come. I need your cock.' Pam saw the open palm a second before the sharp slap arrived on her ass. She flinched at the pain, but the pleasure that rushed through her body moments later made it pale in comparison.

  'Thank you!' she gasped. 'Please, again!' The second spank was harder, and as it landed on her pink, round cheek Robert squeezed hard, his fingers pulling Pam's pussy lips apart. 'Ouch! Thank you, sir. Please don't stop. Spank me, sir! I've been a bad girl!' Robert grinned and spanked her again, even harder. Once more, and once again. He braced himself against her lower back and slapped her as hard as he could. 'Come now, Pamela. That's an order.'

  The contact had been enough, no matter how unexpected. Pam felt her pussy clench tight as Robert's open palm continued to slap her ass, and as the hot, tight ball of fire gathered in her belly he finally blessed her with his tender touch. Two thick fingers slid deep into her, curving around to the back of her slick cavity as Robert's thumb pressed hard against the sensitive skin between her pussy and asshole. Balanced on his hand Pam's body writhed back and forth, bucking against him as she gasped out her orgasm. The sensation was so intense she almost wept, and she gasped as Robert's questing fingers found her wet, swollen clit.

  After just a few moments the power of her orgasm became too strong to take. She fell sideways, Robert's fingers still deep inside her, and drew herself into the fetal position as her body shook and quivered with pleasure. Colored spots flashed before her eyes and a sharp ringing filled her ears, and gradually, ever so gradually, the pulsing electricity began to recede from her body, leaving her sated and weak on the rooftop.

  As she lay on the warm, wet grass feeling the morning sun on her skin, already Robert was buckling his belt. He smiled down at Pam, crouched to his knees and kissed her gently on the forehead. 'Get some rest, Pamela. You have a busy night ahead of you.' He stood and began to walk to the stairway. 'You'll find a fully stocked closet downstairs. I'll have the car pick you up at 8. Sleep well.'

  With that he vanished from view, and moments later Pam felt her eyes close. Too exhausted to make her way down the stairs to her bedroom, she slept.

  Chapter Two

  'Pamela, I'd like to introduce you to Gabrielle Lucharde, Chief Financial Officer of our European operations. Gabrielle, this is Pamela Rose. She'll be taking care of the New York office in the near future.'

  Pam turned in the crowded ballroom to see a tall, slender, beautiful young woman in a slinky black satin gown. The woman smiled and brushed a lock of dark hair from her eyes. 'Ah, Pamela, félicitations! Robert has told me so much about you!'

  'Well, thank you,' replied Pam with a shy grin. 'It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lucharde.'

  The woman smiled warmly and replied in a thick, rich Parisian accent. 'Please, please, call me Gabrielle. I'm sure there's no need for formalities here. How do you like Paris so far?'

  Pam opened her mouth to reply, only for Robert to jump in ahead of her. 'Please excuse me, ladies. I must go and speak with the Ambassador for a moment. I'll be back shortly.' With a curt nod he turned and made his way through the chattering crowd towards a bespectacled, middle aged American with the pasty jowls of a man who'd enjoyed far too much rich food during his posting to Paris.

  Gabrielle chuckled over her wine glass. 'He never stands still for more than a few seconds, does he? Such an energetic man. Though I suspect he has to be to endure yet another of the Ambassador's gaudy occasions. Look at this crowd. Not one of them knows how to dress with style.' She shook her head in dismay. 'Anyway, I'm rambling. How are you finding Paris, Pamela?'

  Pam grinned. 'Oh, it's beautiful. I've dreamed of coming here since I was a little girl. Though I must say that I've not seen much so far. After the long flight I spent most of the day up at Robert's house by Sacre Coeur.'

  'Oh, the house! Isn't it stunning? I helped negotiate the lease for Robert when I first came to work for him. Such a romantic place. I can't deny I fell for him a little further when he agreed to take it on.'

  Pam almost choked on her wine, and felt herself immediately flush with shock. 'Fell for him? So, you and Robert...?' The question hung painfully in the air for what felt an eternity.

  Gabrielle smiled coquettishly. 'Oh, yes.' Her hand fell to her chest, and Pam noticed that between the sleek black satin of Gabrielle's dress her olive skin also began to flush. 'I'm sure you know what an... interesting man he can be. Such... unusual desires.' She caught a look in Pam's eyes and grinned devilishly. 'Ah, so I suspect I'm not the only one to hold a candle for the young Mr Foster.'

  Pam felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but beyond her own discomfort she thought she saw a cold glint in Gabrielle's eyes. She hid it well, but Pam suspected that jealousy hid behind that bright smile.

  'Well, we... I guess you could say we've become involved. He's extraordinary, isn't he?' She didn't understand why she was opening up to this woman, a former sexual partner of Robert's, but she found she couldn't help herself. She couldn't help but feel Gabrielle may be able to help her understand the power Robert held over her; how he could make her do things she'd never dreamed of doing before, and love every moment of it.

  Gabrielle ran a finger around the edge of her wine glass, staring across the room at Robert, still deep in conversation with the rotund Ambassador. Her thoughts, however, seemed to be in the past. 'He certainly is. Please forgive me for being so forward, but has he asked you to do anything you were unwilling to do yet? Has he found your limit?'

  Pam looked puzzled, unsure exactly what she was being asked. 'My limit? How do you mean?'

  A hint of a smile stayed on Gabrielle's lips. 'He likes to push his women to their very limit. Surely you've guessed this by now? Oh, he'll pretend his appetites extend only to the toys, the public sex, the... well, maybe he has yet to ask Mr. Trim to make you one of his special outfits?' She chuckled as Pam gasped with surprise. 'Ah, I see he has. He made you wear it in public? In a meeting, perhaps?' Pam blushed deeply, staring into her wine glass, unwilling to meet Gabrielle's cool, confident gaze. 'Oh, Pamela, don't look so embarrassed. We're not quite so sexually repressed here in France. I treasure the skirt he bought for me. I always think of him as I slide that big, thick shaft into myself. Then I walk the length of the Champs Élysées with it inside me.' She grinned, biting her lip at the thought. 'Well, we all need a hobby out in the fresh air.'

  'What I mean to say is that his little peccadilloes are all just little things he does to brighten his day. The sex is just his way of passing the time. A fun way, of course, but what really turns him on is finding the one thing you refuse to do, and convincing you to do it anyway. He lusts after power, and he'll keep pushing you until he knows he owns you completely.'

  Pam was shocked at the ease with which Gabrielle spoke about Robert, but intrigued by this singular woman. She wanted to escape from the conversation, to find Robert and leave this place, but she couldn't help but push forward. 'I... well, sorry for asking, but what was your limit? What did you refuse to do?'

  Gabrielle laughed uproariously and emptied her glass into her mouth. Several of the surrounding party-g
oers turned in surprise at the sudden noise. 'Well, that's the problem with me and Robert. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Sex in public. Humiliation. Pain. If he ordered me, I'd strip naked right here in front of everyone and give myself to every man in this room. Every woman, if he asked. I'd do anything to please him.' Her hand reached out casually, and Pam felt Gabrielle's slender, perfectly manicured fingernails brush gently against her hip. 'Anything at all.'

  Pam shuddered at her touch, and it took a moment before her mind was able to run over what Gabrielle had said. She felt her flushed cheeks drain of blood. 'There's nothing you wouldn't do for him? You mean... you're still with him now?'

  'But of course,' Gabrielle laughed. 'My dear, why do you think he introduced us? Oh, so naive. He wants to play us against each other, to see which of us will surrender to the other. He plays around with many girls, but he only has room in his life for one real woman. And Pamela, I must warn you that I intend that woman to be me.' She lifted a glass of wine from the tray of a passing waiter, not breaking eye contact with Pam as she took a sip.