Carly’s Punishment: Submitting to the Billionaire
By
Alicia Roberts
Carly’s Punishment: Submitting to the Billionaire
Copyright 2013 by Alicia Roberts
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.
Adult Reading Material
Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and above.
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Carly’s Punishment: Submitting to the Billionaire
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Jeff Maxwell is a man who gets what he wants, and he wants Carly Mueller. The charming billionaire tempts her down a path of pleasure and excitement and shows her just how good it can feel to be bad…
But there is a flip side to being bad. Punishment.
And when Carly admits to being naughty, Jeff doesn’t hesitate to punish her just the way she needs: a bare-bottom spanking that makes her cry out in pleasure and pain, and leaves her craving more …
Chapter One
Every morning, Carly pushed her cart of housecleaning supplies onto the service elevator, and until Thursday, nothing interesting ever happened.
But on Thursday, the dark-haired man stepped on. There were other SkyDeck Hotel guests who’d stepped onto the service elevator too, but this man was different. Carly kept her head down and eyes focused on the wheels of her cart, but she could sense his presence. And judging by the sudden electricity in the air, the other guests could sense it too.
The man was tall, and out of the corner of her eye, Carly could see his trainers. He smelled faintly of cologne and shampoo, and he had the glow of someone who’d just been to the gym. As the elevator went up, Carly risked glancing at him again, and quickly blushed and looked down when she caught his eye. Just her luck, she thought.
This job was all about being invisible, of being part of the décor, and it wouldn’t do to have a guest notice her. Let alone someone as attractive as the Dark-Haired Man. The elevator beeped, the doors opened, and Carly stepped off at her floor. As she walked down the corridor, she smiled to herself. It had been worth it. The man wasn’t handsome in a conventional way, but he was rugged, all muscles and angles and hardness, and he exuded something magnetic, something that made Carly feel his presence and nobody else’s. She guessed he wasn’t a Vegas local, but he also didn’t have that relaxed, “flabby” vibe that tourists exuded.
And his eyes – the way he looked at her. Carly smiled again as she entered the first room, and wondered why he had been staring at her. Staff at the hotel were forbidden from having relationships with clients and guests, but there was no rule against fantasizing about them.
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On Friday morning, Carly stepped onto the elevator and her pulse quickened when the Dark Haired Man stepped on, along with two other guests. Once again, she could smell his faint cologne and shampoo, and she risked a glance at him.
Shit. He was looking at her, his lips drawn into a thin smile. And she found herself holding his glance for a second, smiling back, before she remembered the rule: be invisible. Immediately, she looked down and blushed, keeping her head down until she got to her floor.
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The weekend was uneventful. Although Carly had moved to Las Vegas in search of a more exciting life, when her small “Vegas fund” had dried up, she quickly found herself back in the boring, timid lifestyle she’d always lived. Thanks to her exhausting job, she never had enough money or energy to enjoy the attractions.
Ironically, for the first time since joining this wretched job, Carly found herself looking forward to Monday. Would she see the Dark-Haired Man again? Or would he have left?
Hope played with fear until Monday arrived, and she stepped onto the elevator. She waited a while as the guests got on, and with each second her disappointment grew and grew. And then he was there! She smiled broadly, unable to help herself, and the doors closed and the man stepped closer to her.
“You don’t work on weekends, do you?” His voice was deep and commanding, and his eyes honed in on hers intently.
So he had noticed her! Carly felt a shiver run through her body and she shook her head happily. And then she remembered to pull her gaze away from his, and focused on the handles of her cart. In the silence, the air throbbed pregnantly, and she saw the man place a small index card on top of the cart.
When the elevator doors pinged open, Carly rushed to the first room that needed cleaning. In the privacy of the room, away from the security cameras that lined all the public spaces, Carly pulled up the card and read it.
The message was brief and to the point: Have a drink with me tonight. Recovery Room at 7.
Of course that wouldn’t do. Carly wasted no time in ripping up the card and putting it with the rest of the trash. For all she knew, the man was married, or she’d run into someone from work who’d recognize him as a client.
As she went about her day, Carly tried not to think about the offer. But a tiny voice inside her head whispered, it’s just one drink. Maybe it was time for her to have some fun. But then another voice whispered, he’ll just leave tomorrow, and he’ll probably be a jerk.
She decided that there was no way she was going. But when her shift ended at five, Carly found herself rushing back to her apartment and changing into her highest heels and nicest top. I’m not doing this, her brain said, but her body had a mind of its own and her hands fluffed up her hair, pulled on some lipstick and grabbed her purse.
Chapter Two
Carly never went to the Recovery Room. It wasn’t her kind of place, she decided, it wasn’t the kind of place for regular folks who worked hard, made budgets and drove affordable cars.
As she walked towards a table at the back, Carly felt woefully out of place. Unlike the other women there, her stilettos were from Payless, her makeup was from a drug-store, and her hair wasn’t styled by a man with a French-accented name. The differences were subtle, but they all added up.
Carly hid away at her table, trying to ignore the glances she was getting. She was a few minutes early, and she tried to stop herself from thinking about why she’d turned up.
But before she could curse herself mentally for coming to the bar, she glanced up to see the Dark-Haired Man coming towards her table.
Their eyes locked as he pulled out a chair and sat down. “I knew you would come,” he said, his voice thick and low.
Carly shook her head. “I wasn’t going to. It’s against the rules where I work …”
“And yet you’re here. You can’t deny this connection we have.”
He smiled at her, his eyes deep and mysterious, and Carly felt a warmth spread through her bones.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Jeff.” As if on cue, a waitress appeared with two champagne flutes on a tray. He nodded, and the girl placed the flutes in front of them. “I thought we’d celebrate our first drink with champagne.” He raised the glass in a mock toast, and Carly raised an eyebrow and clinked.
“To our first drink,” he said.
“And our last,” Carly replied, and took a small sip. It was smooth, sweet without being cloying, and the one glass probably cost more than her weekly grocery bill.
Jeff chuckled. “Why are you so scared of the Hotel policies?” He slid a hand over hers, his palm hot over the back of her hand. Carly forced herself not to gasp, not to pull her hand away. “Don’t you ever disobey the rules? Be a little bad?”
> He pulled his hand away, his thumb stroking her finger. Carly bit her lips and shook her head.
“Really? Because I think you’re tired of being good all the time. I think you need to be a little bad.”
Something churned inside her stomach. When she looked up into his eyes, they were dark and suggestive. Seeing his glance, feeling his hot touch, she suddenly wanted to throw caution to the wind, to be just as bad as she could be.
The words were out before she could stop herself. “How do you mean?”
Jeff leaned forward, and dropped his voice. “I think you need to let loose, forget the rules. Bring yourself pleasure, intense and dark.”
His voice was hypnotic, sexual, implying a joy she’d never felt.
Carly shook her head. “I don’t know what you mean. That’s not …” Her voice drifted away in confusion.
Jeff leaned back and smiled. “You don’t know who you are. You don’t know how amazing you are, and how attractive. You don’t even know that’s why everyone keeps glancing at you.”
Carly shook her head. “No. They’re looking because I don’t fit it. I’m not like them, my shoes and hair aren’t right.”
Jeff laughed softly. “You’re not wearing diamonds and designer clothes like the other women here, but they all envy you. They don’t hold a candle to you, because they don’t have what you do. They’re fake, but you – you’re fresh and real and sexy and sweet.”
Carly felt herself blush and glanced to her left. Immediately a few women glanced away, pretending they’d never been watching her.
“Look at me.” Jeff’s voice was dark and commanding, and Carly looked up into his dark eyes. “This is the first date of many. I don’t care what the rules say. I want you, and I want you my way. Do you know what my way is?”
Carly shook her head, wishing she could pretend not to care, but failing completely in that charade.
“I want you to be my princess. You deserve to be treated like one. If you were mine, you’d be with me always and I would show you off, and everyone would be jealous. And then I’d take you home and make love to you, and when you were bad, I would punish you.”
He let the words sink in, and Carly felt something tighten inside her stomach. Never before had mere words turned her on so much, but there something about this stranger that made her think that he meant every single thing. He would make it happen, she had no doubt, and he would show her an intensity that she’d never felt before.
She knew without a doubt that if she stayed there any longer, she would find herself in deep water. Already, she felt naked, as though he could see through her clothes to her hardening nipples, and she needed to get away from him, before she dropped to her knees and begged him for more.
Carly stood up and grabbed her purse. “I have to go.”
If Jeff was surprised, he didn’t show it. Instead, he stood up too, and held up a plastic swipe card between two of his fingers. He stepped closer, and as she watched, he slipped the card under her neckline and into her bra. She breathed in sharply when he stepped back – the plastic was smooth against her skin, and he hadn’t even touched her when he “gave” her the card.
“You need to relax,” he said softly, “And you need to be bad, enjoy life for once.” He glanced pointedly at the card that lay tucked between her breast and her bra. “That swipes open the SkyDeck Hotel rooftop pool. It’s beautiful and deserted at midnight.”
Carly was too surprised to respond, and watched in a haze as Jeff tossed some cash on the table and placed a hand on the small of her back to propel her through the crowded bar.
Once they got outside, the cool night air was a pleasant contrast to the heat of the bar. Jeff walked her over to a large black limo parked near the curb and opened the door for her. “My car will take you home.”
Carly shook her head and said, “This is crazy. Is this your car?”
Jeff shrugged. “The hotel lets me use it.”
So he was some kind of high roller. Carly’s mind began to race. It would be fun to ride in her employer’s limousine for the first time. Maybe Jeff was right, maybe she should break the rules sometimes.
Carly stepped into the limo and looked up at her date. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“I’m Jeff.” He smiled, looking vaguely amused, but she refused to bite and shook her head.
“No. Why should I trust you and that card? Maybe it’s a trap.”
Jeff laughed, a big hearty laugh, as though she’d just made a wonderful joke. He leaned down and kissed her cheek briefly, a quick kiss that sent shivers through her veins, and in the same instant, he dropped a business card onto her lap. “Enjoy midnight,” he said, and closed the car door.
Chapter Three
The ride home seemed longer than it was. She registered nothing out the windows, her eyes were filled with visions of Jeff. He was like chocolate – smooth and dark and yummy. She wanted more and he could probably sense it, so it was all the more frustrating when he sent her home alone. She wanted his advances, she told herself she’d fight him off, but she knew that in reality she just wanted to be with him. How could he talk of making her his princess, of making love and punishing her, and then send her away?
There was something in her throat that stung, as though he had rejected her.
When she got home, the first thing she did was to pull up her old, trusty laptop and Google him. “Jeffrey Maxwell, Entrepreneur,” his card had said, and the Google results verified that. He invested in various high-tech industries and real estate, but his companies were all privately held so there wasn’t too much information. There was even less information online about his personal life, but Carly managed to find out that he was single, with no kids – and she found a few photos of him on the red carpet with a well-known supermodel.
Seeing the photos hurt. She should’ve known he was out of her league: he was a high-roller staying at the hotel where she worked, and she was probably just a bit of fun on the side for his Vegas trip. There would be nothing between them, and she’d be lucky if he never complained to management. There was a reason for the rules against client-employee relationships, and Carly had taken a risk for the first time. A risk that hadn’t paid off.
But she did have the swipe card to access the rooftop pool. She glanced at it again – why had Jeff given it to her? She’d seen photos of the infinity pool at the top of the hotel, with the hot-tub on one side and the private wooden shower cabanas, but she’d never actually been there.
There were so many places in this town that she’d never actually been to.
How long had it been? Eight months, she counted. Eight months since she’d taken that three-day “break” to Vegas. She’d been frustrated with college and knew that a Liberal Arts degree from Michigan State wouldn’t get her the kind of job she wanted. And after growing up in small-town America, the bright lights of Vegas had blinded her, had coaxed her to move there permanently.
Carly told her friends and family that she was taking a one-year break, but knew in her heart that there was no time limit to her break. She just wanted to figure things out, to have some fun. When her meager savings ran out, the housekeeping job appeared out of the blue. She meant to look for a better job – but after a long day spent making beds and scrubbing toilets, she had no energy left over.
She had moved to Vegas to have fun, to enjoy life. But instead of having a daring adventure, she’d fallen back into the same old routine of being the “good girl” everyone walked all over. Maybe Jeff had a point.
The plastic card winked at her, daring her to be bold.
She glanced at the clock – 11:30. Carly laughed. For once, she would be the carefree, glamorous girl she’d dreamed of being.
Chapter Four
Carly wore sunglasses and a baseball cap to hide from the security cameras, and a swimsuit under her sweatpants. Nobody glanced at her twice as she walked through the lobby, past the gaming pits and to the guest elevator.
She swiped Jeff’s card
and pressed 44 on the elevator, and to her surprise it went straight up, and then the doors pinged open. She walked to the frosted glass doors, and swiped the card again. The doors slid apart, and Carly stepped in, and realized she’d entered an oasis of calm.
The rooftop pool area was far removed from the hustle and bustle of the gambling pits and busy hotel restaurants. It was a world away from the rooms she cleaned, the corridors she walked down without ever being seen. It was quiet and dark and barely lit by the gas-lamp style lights, and the infinity pool glimmered under the half-moon. Across the edge of the roof, Carly could see the hustle of the Strip, lights flashing and cars whizzing past, but the sounds didn’t travel up to her.
There wasn’t anyone else up here was there? Carly glanced up – no security cameras. That was surprising, but there were probably lifeguards and personnel up here during the day, and in any case, only a few guests staying in the high-roller suites would be allowed access up here. And her. Carly grinned to herself.
Jeff had said the place would be empty at midnight, and he was right. But still, it was better to check. Carly called out softly, “Hello-o? Anyone here?”
There was no response, no noise at all. It was so still that if anyone had been here, she would’ve heard them breathing. The dark wooden cabanas stood empty along one wall, and the pool glinted invitingly. But it was the Jacuzzi that really appealed to her – she’d never been in one yet, and she couldn’t wait. There were so many things she hadn’t tried yet, and now she would. She would bite into life like it was a red, juicy apple.
In a few quick seconds, Carly stripped down to her swimsuit and sank into the large hot tub. It was warm and relaxing, and at the press of a button, bubbles began to froth along the surface, and she felt the air-jets buffeting her gently.
Carly sighed loudly and closed her eyes. This was so good. She let her body go limp and the aches and sores from a long day of housekeeping were slowly kneaded out.
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