Billionaire Encounter: The Trainer

by May, Linnea

  "Take another sip if you need to," he says.

  I gulp, embarrassed about the fact that he notices my insecurity. But I do need that second sip, so I take it, almost finishing the glass before I put it down on the table.

  He steps forward, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in close for a kiss. This kiss is different than the one in the elevator, more careful, soft and loving. He licks along my lower lip, planting innocent kisses around the corner of my mouth before his lips meet mine and his tongue explores my mouth as if it were the first time.

  In fact, I am the one who starts begging for more. I dig my hands into his side, feeling his strong muscles even through the thick fabric of his suit, and get up on my toes, kissing him back, a lot more greedy than he has shown himself.

  He doesn't let that imbalance happen for long, though. His hands wander, one of them upward, grabbing a fistful of my hair by which he tilts my head back into my neck, while the other wanders lower. He grabs my ass with a strong grip through the thin fabric of the silk rope, lifting my ass cheek as he squeezes it passionately.

  A little moan escapes my lips, ending our seductive kiss abruptly.

  "Just as impatient as I am, aren't you?" he whispers.

  I nod. "Yes, Sir."

  "Let me see," he adds, leaning down to kiss me again. He is holing me in place with one hand by pushing against the back of my head, while the other moves to the front and between us.

  He doesn't hesitate to move his hand below the robe, quickly moving any fabric aside and aiming for my center. I flinch, but he tightens his grip around me, silently telling me to remain as I am, while he move his fingers between my legs, spreading my lips and stroking along the inside.

  "Soaking wet," he assesses. "What a good little slut."

  I blush, not sure whether the heat in my cheeks is caused by embarrassment or arousal.

  "I need to get a taste," he adds.

  Before I dare to ask what he means with that, he remove his hands from me and takes a step back, leading me to the sofa behind us.

  "Sit," he orders. "Lean back and spread your legs for me."

  I hesitate.

  "Now!" he adds, looking at me impatiently, hunger burning in his eyes.

  "Yes, Sir," I utter and do as I am told.

  I sit down on the couch and slowly lift my knees up, spreading my legs as far as possible. In a ridiculous attempt to cover myself, I make a move to adjust the robe that has slid upwards as I was sitting down, but Derek slaps my hands away.

  "No," he warns. "This is mine now, don't try to hide it."

  I gulp. My hands are shaking when I put them down on the sofa, supporting myself as I try to gather the confidence that would usually help me through the day, through any uncomfortable situation, really.

  Derek goes down on his knees in front of me and bends forward, spreading my lips to expose my trembling center before dives between my legs and slowly licks across the inner side of my labia.

  I close my eyes and moan, trying to forget about the awkward position I am in or all the worries in regard to my worth for him.

  "Good girl," he whispers. "Just enjoy."

  He joins my moaning as he continues to tease my throbbing center with his skilled tongue, leaving out the most sensitive spot, but coming terribly close every so often. This teasing is driving me insane and I find myself sliding lower, pushing my center closer to his face as if to invite him in.

  "More," I breathe, almost begging.

  He chuckles and does the exact opposite. He stops.

  "What a greedy little slut," he says, looking up at me with a naughty smile. "Do you know how many times I've had to correct and remind you tonight? Do you really think that you're in a position to ask favors right now?"

  I swallow hard as I look down at him, his piercing blue eyes fixating mine while his hands are still on my thighs.

  "No," I whisper helplessly. "No, Sir."

  He nods. "That's right. I will taste you as long as I wish to and in a way that pleases me."

  He leans down again and I gasp in surprise when his lips meet my center. His tongue is circling my most sensitive spot with aggressive force, causing me to moan and squirm in pleasure. It feels so intense, so good!

  My eyes open wide in wonder when he starts sucking on my clit. The sensation is so strong and powerful that I fear it might make me come. I want to warn him to stop, but find myself unable to speak as I am overrun with sheer pleasure.

  A sigh of disappointment escapes my mouth when he stops again and moves away from my center. He gets up on his feet and looks down on me, assessing me as I sit beneath him, breathing heavily and dizzy with lust.

  "Stand up," he orders.

  CHAPTER 10

  I follow his command and jump up on my feet as quickly as possible, greeted with a terrible head rush that almost forces me back down.

  "I want to see you," he announces. "Really see you. Show me that beautiful body of yours. Take off the robe."

  I blush when I look up at him, looking for reaffirmation.

  Beautiful body? What the hell is he talking about?

  He smiles, noticing my self-doubt.

  "Do what I tell you," he whispers. "And trust my words."

  I nod silently and look down to open the robe. My head stays low as it slowly falls down to the floor. I withstand the urge to cover myself with my hands because I know he wouldn't like that.

  My eyes remain fixed to my toes. He said he wanted to look at me, but that doesn't mean I have to look at him while he does so. I don't want to see his face as he scans this imperfect body that he referred to as beautiful before he saw it.

  I cannot see him, but I hear him humming in approval.

  "Delicious," he whispers. "Look at me, Ava."

  I obey and slowly lift me head, my eyes finding his as soon as I do.

  He doesn't smile but casts me a serious face, his eyes narrow and his eyebrows slightly furled.

  I knew it. I disappointed him. This is not the kind of body he expected, even after getting so close to me.

  "That's better," he says. "When you present yourself to me, I want your eyes on me just as much as mine are on you, do you understand?"

  I nod, slightly confused. "Yes, Sir."

  "You have nothing to be ashamed about," he says. "And I told you to trust my words. When I tell you that you're beautiful, you better fucking believe it."

  I smile. "Yes, Sir."

  He reciprocates my smile.

  "Good girl," he says. "Now show me again what you did at the gym. Show me how beautiful you are on your knees in front of me."

  "Yes, Sir," I whisper, slowly going down my knees. I place my hands on my knees and look up at him expectantly. This position makes me strangely aware of the wetness between my legs.

  "What a delightful sight," he says. "A beautiful girl down on her knees, waiting to serve me, to please me, to become mine."

  My lips part slightly and my breathing accelerates. I cannot explain why his words have such an impact on me, but I know they do. They are enticing and feel so damn right.

  "You still owe me something," he says. "But lucky for you, I am a giver."

  I raise my eyebrows in question as he opens the button of his jacket and takes it off, presenting a perfectly fitting white shirt underneath. He starts to undo his tie, his eyes never leaving mine as I watch him undress. Once the knot of the tie is loosened enough for him to remove it, he steps forward and leans down to put it around my neck.

  "Cute," he assesses as he fastens the knot. He steps back and continues to look down on me while unbuttoning his white shirt.

  I gulp when he takes it off and his well sculptured chest comes into view. This must be the first time for me to be intimate with a man who has an actual six-pack. His tanned and hairless skin spans over a perfectly arranged pattern of muscles.

  I am having trouble keeping up eye contact with him. Instead, my eyes travel along his chest, down to the lines along his pelvis until further ex
amination is inhibited by his suit pants and a black leather belt.

  "Like what you're seeing?" he asks, throwing me a confident smile.

  I nod. "Yes, Sir."

  "I am happy to hear that," he says, approaching me.

  I tilt my head back to look up at him as he comes to halt directly in front of me, his crotch only a few inches away from my face.

  "Open my belt," he orders. "Without using your hands."

  "Yes, Sir."

  I rise up on my knees so that I am able to reach the buckle of his belt with my teeth. The belt is rather thin, so it is not as hard to lift it up with my teeth and pull it through the belt loop and loosen the clasps by pulling on it a little more. It does get a little trickier when I try to open the buckle. I am drooling all over his costly clothing and almost get my lower lip stuck in the buckle, but it just won't move.

  "This is pathetic," he comments, looking down on me while I struggle with his belt buckle.

  I blush, angry and embarrassed at this task and my failure to complete it satisfactory.

  Soon, he has enough of my attempts and pulls my head back by the hair.

  "You may use your hands," he says. "Open it, remove the belt and hold it up with both your hands."

  "Yes, Sir," I whisper, disappointed at myself. "I am sorry."

  "You will be," he says simply.

  I do as I am told and remove the belt, which is done within a moment now that I am allowed to use my hands. I wipe off my own drool at the part around the buckle and fold the heavy leather in half, holding the belt up to him with both my hands.

  My head is low, my eyes fixated on my strong thighs, illustrating the shame I feel about not being able to complete the task I was given.

  "Good girl," he praises nonetheless. "Now, turn around, rest your arms on the sofa and present that perfect ass to me."

  He takes the belt out of my hands.

  I shiver as I follow his order and begin to realize what is going to happen next. My arms rest on the seating surface of the sofa and I slightly part my knees, knowing that it will show my body in a more beautiful shape.

  "Ass up!" he snaps.

  I hollow my back and stick my ass up as good as possible, exposing my throbbing center in the process.

  "Do you know what is going to happen next?" he wants to know, gently stroking the belt along my spine.

  I nod with my head low. "Yes, Sir."

  "Tell me."

  "You are going to spank me."

  "And why is that?"

  "Because I didn't please you," I answer.

  "No," he objects. "You do please me. You wouldn't be here if you didn't, Ava."

  I gulp. My entire body is vibrating with anticipation. I have never been spanked before, not like this at least. Not with a belt, and not with this kind of preparation involved.

  This ritualized manner of foreplay is new to me - and so fucking arousing.

  "Because I couldn't take off your belt with my teeth," I try again. Even my voice is shaking.

  "Yes, among other things," he says. "You were are ashamed about that beautiful body I adore so much. You forgot to address me properly, several times. That calls for punishment, don't you think?"

  "Yes, Sir," I whisper.

  He slides the belt over my behind, gently patting it as if he was practicing. I flinch and shiver every time the leather touches my skin. The anticipation is playing havoc with my mind.

  "Please," I breathe.

  "Please what?" he asks.

  I don't know. I don't know what I am begging for. Am I asking for pain?

  He removes the belt from my behind, and for a while, nothing happens. I shudder and notice myself moving my hips back and forth, dizzy and warm with arousal and prospect.

  It happens suddenly and without further warning. The first stroke cuts into my thick flesh like a fiery knife. I yelp in pain and my head flies back into my neck before the second blow hits my skin. It hurts, it really fucking hurts, more than anything anyone has ever done to me. The pain is fierce and blinding me, even with my eyes wide open.

  Strike after strike rains down on my skin, each more painful than the one before. Soon, tears of pain are rolling down my cheek and I yelp uncontrollably, trying to process the agony that each new blow unleashes on me.

  Yet, it is the release I have been waiting for. All sanity and control has left my mind and body. I feel like I am flying through the pain, reaching new heights of ecstasy without the help of any substances.

  He stops and throws the belt aside. It lands on the floor a few feet away from me.

  "Turn around," he orders.

  I am sweating and shivering. I am sure that the tears have smeared the little makeup I had on my face, so I make sure to keep my head low while I follow his order.

  But of course, he does not accept that.

  "Look at me," he orders.

  I slowly tilt my head back into my neck to look up at him. He smiles and nods in approval.

  "Perfect. You look stunning," he says while he unbuttons his pants.

  Even without directly looking at it, I can tell that he is hard and showing a presentable bulge beneath his suit pants.

  "Keep your eyes up, look at me," he reminds me when I am about to lower my eyes to his crotch, where he is about to free his erection in front of my face.

  "Look at me," he repeats. "And open your mouth."

  "Yes, Sir," I whisper and do as I am told.

  "Good girl," he praises, and a moment later, I can taste the tip of his cock on my tongue.

  He teases me for a while, sliding his cock along my lips as if he were applying lipstick to them, before he dives inside. He is huge and hard as rock. Even when he only inserts about half of himself, I struggle with accommodating him inside my mouth. But he pushes further, pressing against the back of my throat and causing me to gag.

  I instinctively close my eyes, but he reminds me to keep them open and on his, looking up at him while I choke on his impressive length. He grabs a fistful of my hair at the back of my head and starts pushing me back and forth, thrusting himself in and out in the process.

  "Yes, good girl," he breathes while continuing to shove his cock in and out of my mouth. "Very good girl."

  He presses me against his pelvis, his hard cock pushed against the back of my throat, and holds me in place like this. I gag and choke, suffocated by his length, while tears and saliva are dropping to the floor beneath us.

  "Stay like this and don't let go," he commands before he slowly starts to step back, dragging me with him. I stumble on my knees, blinded by tears and fighting for air as we slowly approach the bedroom behind him. I support myself by grabbing onto his pants for dear life, pinned against his crotch while his hard cock is throbbing deep in my throat.

  He releases me once we have reached the bedroom and I desperately pant for air while thin lines of saliva stretch between my lips and his massive cock.

  "On the bed," he orders. "On your back, legs up and spread for me."

  "Yes, Sir," I utter, accompanied by frantic coughing.

  I climb on the lavish bed and position myself the way he asked me to while he gets out of his pants. Finally!

  He stands next to the bed for a few moments, stroking his wet and beautiful erection while he looks down on me. The sore skin on my behind is burning as it is pressed against the soft sheets beneath me. The throbbing sensation is only adding to my arousal.

  He climbs on the bed and places himself above me, his hands placed next to my head respectively.

  "I am going to fuck you now," he whispers, planting a kiss on my trembling lips. "Like you have never been fucked before."

  I moan when he moves down, kissing and licking along the line of my neck and my collarbone until he reaches my breasts. He sits back on his heels so he no longer depends on the support of his arms and can move them down to massage my voluptuous breasts.

  I arch my back and moan when he starts twisting my sensitive nipples between his fingers, pinching and
squeezing them while I squirm with pleasure.

  "These are so beautiful," he whispers before he starts sucking on them, his tongue circling around my right nipple first, then the left.

  Playing with my breasts like that is like turning a switch. I want him so bad. I need him.

  "Please," I breathe again.

  "Please what?" he asks again.

  Only this time, I know what to reply.

  "Please fuck me," I whisper. "Please, Sir. Fuck me."

  "With pleasure," he breathes. "You deserve it, beautiful."

  He straightens up and produces a condom from God knows where, well prepared as he has shown himself this entire evening.

  Moments later, his tip is pressed against my entrance, teasing me. I instinctively move my hips towards him, inviting him in, which makes him smile.

  "Impatient little slut," he says, smiling as he shoves himself inside of me.

  A gasp of surprise and pleasure escapes my lips as he stretches me with his enormous member.

  He leans over me, pushing himself inside of me until his pelvis is pressed against my center. I moan and reach out for him, desperate to touch his buff chest that is hovering above me, but he grabs my wrists and pushes my arms down on the sheets above my head before he starts fucking me relentlessly. He thrusts his rock hard cock in and out of me like a wild animal with no regard to anything but his desire for me.

  I yelp and squirm beneath him, pinned down by his sheer strength and force while he has his way with me, fucking me like no one else has before.

  All this build-up has my climax approaching fast, way too fast. I don't want to come yet, but when he puts my wrists together above my head, pinning them down with one hand while the other travels beneath us, there is no way for me to go but the explosive vertigo that comes with my release.

  He massages my clit while ramming his cock inside of me, following my climax only few moments later as my muscles clench around him in desperate need.

  CHAPTER 11

  "Wow, Ava," he breathes, lying next to me while I am wrapped up in his arms, feeling small and vulnerable, but oh so fucking good.

  "Wow, yourself," I tease him, for which I receive a loving pinch in the butt, right on my tortured skin.