Pawn of the Billionaire

by Frasier, Kristin

  Turning back to Toni, I began with her breasts. I cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight, her ripeness and maturity. My fingers and thumb found her nipple, and began teasing and pinching them gently. I leaned forwards and licked them so that the air moving over her wet skin felt even cooler. I let my hand concentrate on one breast, then I leaned forward and began to suckle deeply at the other.

  She made a small noise of pleasure, and I felt her nipple harden and swell in my mouth. I worked on each breast in turn for a few minutes, and then I reached for the black bag. I got the nipple clamps, and debated with myself whether to tell her what to expect.

  “Toni, I’m now going to put nipple clamps on you. I shall be gentle and just tighten them until you say it’s uncomfortable. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, her breathing fast and uneven.

  “Can you say it, Toni? I need to be sure.”

  “I understand.” Her voice was raspy and quiet.

  “All right. I need you to tell me when it gets uncomfortable.” I took the nearest nipple, licked and blew on it a final time to make it peak. Then I applied the clamp and began screwing it closed. When it first caught, she gave a little gasp, then held still, her head up determinedly.

  I watched her carefully as I tightened. When she bit her lip, but didn’t say anything, I decided to call the shots. “I think that’s enough for a first time, Toni. So half a turn past that. There. That’s done. All right?”

  I let the breast fall into place. Then I lifted the other, and suckled for moment to renew her arousal. I applied that clamp more quickly. She stood stock still the whole time, not saying a word.

  “That’s good. Very good, all done. Now stand still a bit longer,” I said and I turned my attention to the shadowed area between her thighs.

  “Open your feet just a fraction wider.” I looked at her stance critically. I could see her rapid breathing and her pulse fluttering in her throat was fast too.

  I smiled. Gently, I slid my hand along her folds, feeling her jump. She was wet enough. I peeled back her folds, and pressed under the hood to find her clit. When I made contact, she trembled, but stood rigidly still. I could see her hands curling and uncurling.

  Gradually, slowly, I brought her higher, stimulating her, soaking my fingers in her juices before sliding them into her depths. Her fists were clenched now, and her breathing deeper, gasping. I looked up. Her nipples were dark dusky rose. Her jaw was clenched. She was nearly there. I watched carefully as I drew her almost to the very peak. Then I drew my hand away.

  “Oh,” her gasp of disappointment turned into a moan, and she tried to close her legs, to help herself to that climax she desperately needed. I wasn’t going to let her.

  “No. Stand still.” I watched her draw herself up again, disappointment evident in her stance.

  “Nice and straight, Toni. Self-discipline above all else.”

  “Yes.” Her voice held a world of disappointment. I grinned.

  “I won’t make you wait too much longer, sweetheart. What I need to know is whether you’ve learned the self-discipline lesson?”

  Her head dropped a fraction. “Yes. Yes I have.”

  “That’s good. That’s very good. Now stand absolutely still.” As silently as I could I moved away from her. In the bathroom I stripped my chinos and shirt off, then padded back silently into the bedroom. God! She was beautiful. Obediently standing still, the tension in her muscles showed the effort it was costing her.

  “You’ve done amazingly well, Toni.” I was beside her and I murmured in her ear. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to sink into her as soon as I could.

  “Would you like your reward now?” I nuzzled into her neck, beginning to nibble and kiss my way down towards those swollen breasts.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. I picked her up, cradled her in my arms, feeling her gasp of pain and arousal as the nipple clamps twisted her nipples against my body.

  I laid her down on the bed, and her body sank into the softness of the comforter as if she was floating and I saw her whole body open up and relax — well, except for the tightness of her lips as she waited for her nipples to stop jangling their signals of pain to her brain.

  I reached for the foil packet on the nightstand and tore the wrapper open with my teeth. Then I saw her hands go to the blindfold.

  “No!” I spoke more sharply than I intended, and she shrank back. I caught myself. “I’m sorry, Toni, I only saw you at the last minute when it was almost too late.” I touched her face, traced her lip. “I’m not angry. But I have another fun test for you before we take that blindfold off.” I dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.

  “I want you to put the condom on me entirely by feel.”

  Her face turned sightlessly towards me. “Blindfolded?”

  “Blindfolded,” I agreed, grinning. I took her hand, pressed the open packet into it, and rolled onto my back beside her.

  She sat up, drawing a sharp intake of breath as her breasts swung and pulled on the clamps. With one hand she held the packet while her other hand reached out to me, feeling. I lay back, smiling, with an unaccustomed feeling of contentment. This was fun, much more fun than I could ever have anticipated. I pushed away the thoughts of caution. I was going to enjoy myself.

  Then I hissed in sudden arousal as her hand reached my belly. With cautious movements, she slid her hand along and down, following the arrow of hair towards the base of my cock. Her fingers were hesitant to touch me, and I watched with amusement as she brought the packet to me. She managed to get the packet off, but she didn’t seem to be able to feel which way to start rolling it. So she took my cock in her hand. I was so rigid and close to the edge that I had to clamp my jaws together and tense myself against the urge to thrust upwards.

  She placed the condom on the tip of my cock, her face creased in concentration, the tip of her tongue poking out between her teeth. I reached over, put my hand over hers and turned it over so that it would roll the right way.

  “There you are. Now you just have to roll it down.”

  As she concentrated on rolling it down my shaft, I concentrated on not exploding.

  At last she was done, and her hands dropped from me. I pushed up onto my elbow. “Thank you, Toni. Well done.” I touched her face. “I’m going to take those clamps off, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

  She nodded wordlessly.

  I smoothed the hair back from her face. “Will you keep the blindfold on, or would you like me to take it off now?”

  She thought for a moment. “I think I’d like to keep it on if that’s all right. But, if I want to change my mind, can I pull it off?”

  Dear sweet Toni, she had no idea.

  “Yes, if that’s what you’d like.” And I watched as she nodded acceptance.

  I slipped my hand between her legs again. I wanted to get her closer. I slicked along her pussy lips and gently slid my finger inside. She took a deep breath, and I lifted, pressed against the front wall, found her G-spot.

  “Toni, when I take the clamps off, at first it’ll hurt like crazy as the blood rushes back in. But then it’ll make your orgasm much stronger. And so will the fact that I haven’t let you come for the last twenty-four hours.” She was moaning under the movements of my finger, so I didn’t think she’d really heard what I was saying.

  As her hips began to thrust up towards my finger, I pulled away and parted her legs. As I swung my way into place, my cock nudged at her entrance.

  I swiftly loosened the nipple clamps and pulled them off, dropping them to the floor in my haste to enter her. Her sharply indrawn breath and the twist of pain in her expression showed as the blood engorged her nipples.

  “Hands behind your head,” I ordered her, my voice cracking. I shook my head. Keep control, James.

  Then I entered her with one swift thrust, dragging her hips up to mine, filling her.

  She arched up towards me with a cry of primal need and I knew there was no way I could delay her climax longer. M
y own grunt was as urgent and I pounded into her with increasing speed, my hand covering both of hers, keeping her pinioned beneath me.

  It was only a moment or so later when I felt my balls tighten into my body and I felt the quivering need to explode radiate through my body. I scraped my face alongside hers, my mouth drawing in the flesh of her shoulder, and I felt her center squeeze around my cock as she threw her head back and I saw her face, the blindfold, and beneath it her mouth open in a silent cry.

  As her orgasm rippled around me, I exploded into her, biting back my own shout.

  * * *

  We lay tangled together, sated, gradually letting our breathing come back to normal. How could I let her go? We were so well-suited. I loved her instant obedience when I needed it, and I also loved her occasional sassy remarks — and the fact that she could usually judge when was the right moment not to try it.

  Most of all I loved her independent mind and spirit, the way she’d insisted that she was going to make a success of her own idea, make her own security, but had realized that a bit of help wasn’t cheating and had accepted my help. My heart swelled that she hadn’t accepted my offer just because I was rich, although I was so glad that I’d known how to help her get her app up and running. I grinned up at the ceiling, I’d have had a much worse job helping her if she’d wanted to make something else.

  I rolled over and kissed her forehead, sliding the blindfold off. “That was amazing, Toni.” She was snuggled into my arm. “Now it’s time to begin the day. How about coming down to the pool?”

  She looked up at me in astonishment. “You put me through all that, and then expect me to go swimming? No way. I’m staying right here. I might have a shower in a minute.”

  I thought for a moment and decided to let it slide. “All right, but the car will be collecting us at eight, remember.” I had an idea.

  “Oh, shall I show you my new app? It’s the one I’ve wanted to do ever since I started, but I didn’t have the experience to pull it off until now. It’s taken two years to build, and we’re advertising the release now in time for the Christmas frenzy.” I reached over to my case and pulled out the trial iPad. “Look, it’s the best training app ever.”

  I switched on and handed it over to her. “This is being billed as the first app to take someone from beginner to competition level chess.”

  Her eyes brightened. “Great. Can someone who’s learned before skip the very beginning stages, and how does it know how hard to make it?”

  I looked at her with respect. “That’s been the hardest part. You can’t make the thing always win; it’s too depressing. But players learn best by being challenged to their limits.” I bent to the bag again and grabbed trunks and a robe.

  “Look, see what you think of it from the point of view of someone who’s not met it while I swim.”

  “Okay.” She sat herself up, and took the game.

  James

  I was only gone about twenty minutes and bounded up the stairs afterwards instead of taking the elevator. I’d been thinking as I plowed lengths of the pool. My life was infinitely more fun with her in it than without. But I wanted to be careful. I knew what I was like when I was fascinated by a woman, sometimes I didn’t know their reasons and their motivations. Once or twice I’d had to break my own heart and get rid of someone who’d been found to be gold-digging or worse, in it to drag my name through the media frenzy which was never far from me.

  Surely, Toni wasn’t that sort? I’d searched her out, after all. And none of the scrutiny of her background had turned up anything ominous.

  So I went into the suite smiling.

  But the smile was wiped off my face when I saw the iPad lying on the floor across the room, and Toni was sitting at the table in the bay window, ramrod stiff. She was neatly dressed, and ready for the day, but her whole demeanor was controlled anger.

  I picked up the iPad and put it on the bed as I went over to her. “What’s the matter? You should have just put the thing down, not thrown it. Temper tantrums are not ladylike.”

  She looked up at me, her expression mutinous as a small child’s. I was hard-put not to grin.

  “It cheated! You can’t release an app that’s going to cheat in order to win! People will break their things!”

  “Toni, it’s an app. It can’t cheat. It doesn’t have feelings.” I helped myself to coffee.

  “Don’t patronize me!” Her voice rose higher. “I know when something’s cheating. If you’ve programmed it wrong, then it’s a fucking failure.” She stood up and marched to the coffee machine herself.

  “It cheated. It waited until it was two moves to checkmate and then it wouldn’t allow a legal move!” She spun around, daring me to disagree.

  I thought rapidly. “Toni. It’s got every legal move in the program. USCF national rules. It can’t cheat. It’s taken two years, been through hundreds of beta tests. Maybe you tried a move that looked legal but there was a — oh, I don’t know, maybe you were going into check or something.”

  “Yeah, think I’m stupid, why don’t you?” The tiny red rage spots on her cheeks made me pause. Why was she so upset?

  “You don’t know anything about me! You spied on me to make sure I was who you wanted, but you’re not really interested in me. Like when I was at school I was chess champion. I wanted to take part in competitions, but Mom never let me. I read up all about it. I know what’s fucking legal, and don’t you be such patronizing fucking know-it-all.” She’d really lost her temper, her language was slipping, and I was puzzled. She’d been nowhere near losing it in that horrible diner when her boss was blaming her unfairly for something. So why now?

  “Please, Toni. Can you show me what you mean?”

  She stood, breathing heavily, her eyes narrowed. Then she took a deep breath, picked up the iPad and switched it on, looking as if she was holding something foul-smelling.

  “There. I’ve stepped back five moves. You step through what I did and what it said.” And she thrust the thing in my hands.

  Oh, God! I hoped to hell she was wrong. I couldn’t possibly delay the launch. But I hoped to hell she was right and I could mollify her anger and build her confidence.

  I looked down reluctantly.

  She leaned over me as I stepped forward a move. Hell, she’d got herself into a commanding position in very few moves. And she was on the expert level. She was a hell of a lot better than I’d anticipated.

  “See.” She pointed. “Desperado is allowed. And so is conditional promotion. And if I use a sacrificial move there, it’s checkmate after two more moves and it won’t let me do them.” Her voice was vicious. I wasn’t surprised. If I was that close to winning a tricky game, I’d have been angry too.

  She’d confused the thing by using a number of rare moves together. But perfectly legal. I dropped the pad and reached for her.

  She stepped back. She wasn’t going to be soothed that easily.

  I wasn’t either. Her reaction to me fueled my anger against my staff. I could blame them. I reached for my phone, then dropped it on the bed. I had to wait, had to control my temper.

  I stood up and went to the window. Staring out, I made myself drop my anger level. I took some very deep breaths and thought about what we had to do to rescue the situation.

  I closed my eyes to the cityscape. One final breath, and I could act now. In control.

  I picked up my phone. “Lawrence? Make sure the car’s here even sooner. Get onto the team at the office, and tell them to make sure everyone’s in for a crisis meeting. They’ve got to bring in the programming team now and get the beta team ready for action in two hours. Tom’s got that long to pull a new rabbit out of his hat. Or we’re screwed for a Christmas launch.” I paused. “And, Lawrence?”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Thank you. Sorry I shouted, it’s not your fault.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice. “You haven’t blamed me, sir. But I’m sorry if there’s a problem.”

  “True.”
I rang off. Called the next number.

  “Tom? Get your ass in gear, and the team. There’s a big problem with Chess. We’ll have to pull the beta and get upgrading.”

  His voice was shocked. “What the hell is it?”

  “It doesn’t allow for two or more rare moves together. Toni caught it out in twenty minutes. Hang on.” I looked over at her. “Toni, can I take your game in and show them? So they know where to start?”

  “Sure.” She looked confused. “No problem.”

  “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Get your ass over there.” I rang off, grabbed my case and stuffed the offending iPad into it.

  I looked over at Toni. She hadn’t moved. “You can leave your personal stuff. The staff will send it back to the house.” She still didn’t move. I tried again. “We’ll get breakfast sent up to the office, come on.”

  She shook her head. “Should I go back home?”

  I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. “Why do you think you shouldn’t come to the office? You’ve got your stuff to work on.”

  She shook her head, looking anxious. “But won’t you need to take Paul back to the main team for this problem?”

  So that’s what was worrying her. “No, Toni. He’s allocated to your app now until it’s completed and released with no problems. Until you don’t need a coder for it any more.” I watched her face clear with relief. I would have to work on her showing her emotions to others too obviously. But until then, it was useful that I could read her.

  Toni

  I grabbed a bagel from the counter along with the coffee, still feeling disheveled. James had been in such a tearing rush that he’d not given me any time to sort myself out, and ten minutes in the restroom before coming up to Suite Five hadn’t really been enough to make me feel really comfortable.