Valentine's Billionaire Bad Boys

by M. S. Parker

  “Say it, Aleena.”

  “Sir…” It came out in a slow, shaky breath and heat exploded through me as he cupped my ass. “Sir, we’re in the office.”

  “I know. I locked the door earlier.”

  Instinctively, I glanced at the door and then I found myself staring at the windows. The nearest building wasn’t that far away. “The windows.”

  “Nobody can see in. Privacy treatment.” His finger brushed against the soft cotton of my panties. “I want to fuck you here, Aleena. If you don’t want me to take you standing up, bend over my desk.” He paused and then asked, “You remember the word?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Bend over.”

  I did. I felt his hands on my skirt, but he didn’t pull it down. He pushed it up, baring my simple black panties. I wished I'd worn something sexier, but I hadn't been thinking I'd be doing this at work today.

  “I’ve been watching you in this skirt all day and thinking about doing just this,” he said. “Pushing it up and staring at you, open for me, then sliding my dick inside you. Would you like me to do that?”

  I nodded then gasped as he brought his hand down on my ass. “Yes, sir!”

  “Keep your voice down,” he warned.

  I sensed more than heard him standing up and then he bent over me, his hands on either side of my shoulders, his body covering me.

  “I want to hear you tell me what you want, Aleena. Be a good little Sub and do that for me.”

  Heat flooded my face and I darted a glance at him. “I…” Swallowing, I hesitantly said, “I want you to…”

  “Slide my dick in you,” he prompted. “Tell me you want to feel my cock inside you.”

  He’d barely touched me and I was already wet and aching for him, just from that. “I want to feel your cock inside me…sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He pulled down my panties, carefully helping me step out of them, and then placed them on the table—arranged them, like he was placing them on display. “I’m going to put them in my pocket when we’re done,” he told me. “You’re going to walk out of here with nothing under your skirt. Am I understood?”

  I nodded.

  His theatrical sigh left my skin prickling in anticipation and he slapped me, hard and fast, three times on my ass. “I think you like being punished, Aleena.”

  “Yes, sir.” And it was true. When we were like this, I understood that while he was in control, I did have my own power. Obedience. My safe word.

  His soft laugh drew my nipples tight.

  “Don’t move.”

  I didn’t dare. I wasn’t even sure if I could.

  I heard the foil rip and knew he was getting a condom ready. As much as I hated having anything between us, I knew there was no swaying him and now, I didn’t care. If he was putting a rubber on, that meant he’d be inside me soon.

  I felt the head of his cock probing me and I whimpered.

  He stopped.

  He didn’t just stop, either.

  He pulled out entirely and turned me to face him.

  Shaking with need and nerves, I stared at him. I didn't understand.

  “You have to be quiet.” He smoothed my hair back from my face as he looked at me. “Can you be quiet, Aleena?”

  Now I got it. Ducking my head, I whispered, “I don’t know, sir.”

  It was becoming instinctive now, calling him sir when we were like this. I clamped my knees together when he stroked his thumb over my lip. “I’ll help you,” he said after a moment, his voice firm, as if he’d made a decision.

  “Help…” And then I watched numbly as he reached up and started to loosen his tie.

  He caught sight of my expression. I don’t know if I looked terrified or excited. It was a mixture of both. He continued what he was doing and stopped when the tie hung loose around his neck. He cupped my face and leaned in, the touch of his mouth surprisingly gentle considering the tension I could feel radiating off of him.

  “I…” Licking my lips, I whispered against his mouth. “If you use that, how can…um…I can’t say…um…the word if you have me gagged?”

  “Does the idea of being gagged scare you?” There was genuine concern in his voice and I knew he was remembering what had happened last night.

  “A little.” A lot.

  “And does it turn you on?”

  “A little.” A lot.

  That smile—that arrogant, pleased smile that I was coming to love—curled his lips. He kissed me again, just a brief one but a bit harder. “Then trust me.”

  He reached behind me and a moment later, he was pushing my panties in my hands. “You’re going to hold onto these. If you want me to stop at any time, you just drop them. I’ll see it and I’ll stop. Okay?”

  Nervous, I clamped the damp cotton in my hands and nodded. “Okay.”

  “Yes, sir,” he reminded me, pressing his thumb to my lip.

  “Yes, sir.”

  It was the last thing I would say for some time.

  He used the tie as a gag. My heart was already racing and heat flooded my face as my phone chirped. “You’re not available,” Dominic said, no emotion in his voice. A moment later, the desk phone rang and he repeated himself as he finished adjusting the tie.

  It cut ever so slightly into the corners of my mouth. “Is that comfortable?”

  I shrugged and his eyes darkened for a moment.

  “I can't know if it hurts if you're not honest. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear.” He slid his finger under the edge of the tie at the side of my mouth and frowned. The gag loosened ever so slightly and he ran his fingers over my cheek. “I'm not a sadist. I don't want you in pain. I want to control your pleasure.”

  Well, damn, if that didn't just make me even more wet.

  “Now, are you going to be honest with me?”

  I nodded and that smile flashed again.

  The desk phone rang again as I stood there, skirt up over my ass, my panties in my hands while Dominic’s tie served as a gag. It didn't feel real.

  Dominic watched me intently as he reached out, but he didn’t answer the phone. He pushed the intercom button and when Amber answered, he said, “We’re in the middle of something complicated here and we’re going to be tied up for a little while. Take messages for all calls.” He paused, grinned at me and then added, “Actually, just turn off the phone for the day.”

  There was a faint pause and both of us heard the surprise and then pleasure in her response. “Yes, sir, Mr. Snow.”

  When he let go, he focused all the intensity of those blue eyes on me.

  “Now…” he murmured, bending down to whisper in my ear. “Where were we?”

  I took a deep breath in through my nose to brace myself. Or at least that was my intent.

  He spun me around and bent me over, my hands automatically going out to brace myself. It took only seconds and before my head stopped wheeling around, he was already balls-deep inside me.

  I screamed into the gag.

  He pulled out and drove in again with near-bruising force. I arched up, my body straining to take him, whimpering low in my throat.

  He fucked me hard and rough and fast and I screamed and moaned and mentally cursed the gag that kept me from begging him for more.

  * * *

  The next day, I worked at home alone.

  Dominic had a day full of international business meetings and he’d been up well before dawn, out the door by six.

  My body was still singing with the aches from our…ah…desk play yesterday, but I felt more than a little wistful as I stood staring into the empty kitchen.

  No notes.

  No messages on the machine.

  He was focused on business and I wasn't on his mind at all.

  After a breakfast of toast and tea, I sat down to get to work and ended up not stopping until I heard a perfunctory knock on the door and realized it was time for Francisco to make one of his regular appearances.

  I caught sight of h
im, juggling bags and two gallons of milk.

  Rushing over to help, I smiled at him. “Heya, ‘Cisco.”

  “Aleena.” He beamed at me. Unlike most of the staff Dominic hired, he was just a few years older than me and didn’t insist on tagging Miss onto my name.

  “You got anything yummy planned for us this week?”

  “Don’t I always?”

  Ready for a distraction, I helped him unpack the food he’d brought and answered the door when one of the doormen from downstairs hauled in the rest of his purchases. Francisco didn’t just prepare the meals for Dominic. He also did the weekly shopping, insisting that he’d prepare better meals if we had quality ingredients on hand.

  I had to admit, I tended to cook more if there was fresh produce and meats lying around. I hated to see anything go to waste.

  “How’s the saxophone player you’re seeing?” I asked him as I pulled out bags of tomatoes and red bell peppers, celery and carrots.

  He wagged his eyebrows at me. “She is…amazing, Aleena. Amazing. I think she’s an angel who fell from the skies.”

  “Please tell me you didn’t use that line on her.”

  “Of course not.” He puffed out his thin chest. “I wanted her to say Yes, Cisco. I’ll go out to dinner with you, Cisco. And eventually, I’ll marry you, Cisco. Cheesy lines like that won’t get me anywhere, bella.”

  I grinned at him.

  “You’re going to let me teach you how to cook today?”

  I eyed my work. I'd already done a lot and I probably wouldn’t be able to work when he was here anyway. He liked to sing to himself when he cooked, and staying on key was not one of his talents. “Sure. Let’s cook.”

  * * *

  “So…”

  I lay in the tub, staring up at the ceiling and listening to Molly on the Bluetooth. “So…everything seems fine.”

  “Anything else happen with the monster mom?”

  I reached for my wine and made a face she couldn't see. “No.”

  I didn't want to talk about me. I wanted a distraction. I couldn't see outside, but I could read a clock. Dominic should've been home hours ago.

  “But you two are okay?”

  “I…I think so. The guy doesn’t understand relationships, Moll. I’ve never in been one, but I think he just doesn’t…get them. And there’s some messed up shit between him and his mom. I told him how I felt about everything and it was like I’d hit him across the head.” I frowned, thinking about some of the reactions he’d had and then shaking my head. “I’ll tell you one thing—if he had anybody decent around him when he was growing up, it was probably a miracle.”

  “He gets it, though, right? That he hurt you?”

  “Yeah. He—” I went quiet at the sound of my name. “Hold on, Moll.”

  I muted the conversation and called out. “I’m…um…I’m upstairs. Hold on…”

  I unmuted. “I think I need to go. I’m in the tub and he’s calling for me. Probably some work that came up.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, I bet it’s work that came up.” She disconnected while I half-choked on a protest I didn't really believe.

  I went to stand up and the door opened.

  Immediately, I sank back down in the water, my face flushed.

  Dominic stood there, a small smile on his lips.

  “Um…I…”

  He held a plate of pasta in his hands and, eyes on me, leaned his shoulder against the door, making it clear he wasn't going anywhere. “I’m interrupting. Please continue.”

  “Ah…”

  He swirled some linguine around a fork and I watched as he slid it between his lips. No one should be able to make eating pasta look that sexy. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  “I’m just taking a bath,” I said lamely. Water lapped at my breasts. A moment ago, my nipples had been soft from the water, but now they were tight and the motion of the water felt like a caress.

  “Then take it. I was going to ask you to go over a few things while I ate, but…” His gaze slid lower.

  When his eyes returned to my face, we were both breathing harder. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked softly.

  I opened my mouth, about ready to tell him yes. What came out shocked the hell out of me.

  “The first time I took a bath in here, I lay in this tub, touching myself and thinking about you.”

  His eyes flashed. Hot and bright. Harsh flags of color rode his cheeks, but his voice was calm as he said, “Is that a fact, Ms. Davison?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He casually took another bite of his pasta and came into the bathroom, looking as comfortable and at ease as he would in the boardroom of the Winter Corporation.

  “Tell me,” he said, leaning back against the deep green marble that made up the sink. “Just how did you go about this?”

  I bit my lip and then slid my hand down my belly.

  “I asked for you to tell me, not give me a demonstration.”

  I had to pause and take a deep breath before I could say anything. “I touched myself…sir.”

  “So you’ve said. But how did you do it?”

  “With my fingers. Inside my…” I licked my lips. I'd never said anything like this before. “Inside my pussy. And I touched my clitoris.”

  He nodded. “Very good. Do you like to touch yourself?”

  “Sometimes.” I shrugged and the water lapped against me. It stroked me between the legs and the sensation was intensely erotic.

  “Would you like to touch yourself now?”

  Actually, I’d rather have him touch me, but that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He scooped up another bite and gestured with his fork. “Do it. Make yourself come.”

  I blushed. And then I started to stroke myself between my thighs.

  But…I couldn’t do it.

  I couldn’t bring myself to orgasm with him standing there, watching me as he ate, like this was some sort of amusing dinnertime entertainment.

  Nerves made me clumsy and what had started out feeling so incredibly sexy and naughty suddenly felt awkward.

  I fumbled with my fingers and although the water was wet and slick against me, it was awkward, sliding my fingers inside myself. I grimaced. The water wasn't enough to make it easy.

  As though he’d sensed what was happening, Dominic put the plate down and came to me. He knelt beside the tub and studied me. “Shall I make you come, Aleena? Would you like that?”

  Speechless, I nodded, gazing up at him.

  “How do you ask me then?”

  “Please make me come, sir.”

  He pretended to consider it. “I might. But if I do, you’ll have to do something else for me. Because you teased me and made me think you’d touch yourself and play with yourself until you orgasmed. I wanted to watch you and my cock is still hard from thinking about it. You have to make it up to me. Will you make it up to me, Aleena?”

  “Yes, sir.” I hesitated and then asked, “What would you like me to do, sir?”

  “You won’t wear panties to work tomorrow.”

  “But…”

  He shrugged. “Okay. I’m going to get to work.” He stood up, his erection clearly pressing against the front of his dress pants.

  “Wait!”

  He glanced down at me, face hard. “You said you wanted to be my submissive, Aleena. You don’t get to tell me to wait.”

  “I’m sorry, sir.” Looking down into the water, I held my breath. The need was still there, throbbing deep, but I knew if he left, I wouldn't be able to get myself off.

  His hand tangled in my hair and he tugged. “What would you like to ask me?”

  “Please make me come…sir. And I won’t wear panties tomorrow.”

  He smiled down at me and returned to where he'd been kneeling.

  As he slid his hand down into the water, it dawned on me…I’m in so much trouble…

  Chapter Eight

  Dominic

  I’d dev
eloped a new favorite past time and that was anything I could do to steal Aleena’s panties.

  So far, I’d confiscated four pair.

  She was out shopping for more even now.

  Being away from her was both good and bad. It let me focus on work and all the projects that routinely crammed my brain. At the same time, it let my mind stray back to her and the things I wanted to do to her—and the things I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do.

  I was becoming obsessed.

  The ticking of the clock was driving me crazy and I ended up locking myself in my office where I heard nothing but the sound of my own breathing and the flipping of pages and the occasional chime of my email as I dealt with one project, then moved to another, before getting distracted by something else entirely. It was chaos and it was insanity and I thrived on it.

  The sound of the front door opening, followed by a familiar voice was a welcome respite.

  “Hello!”

  “Back here, Fawna!”

  There was a low, bleat of a cry and something that was both panic and curiosity bled through me. “You brought the little guy, didn’t you?”

  She came through my door just as I rose from my desk.

  Fawna paused there, grinning at me. “Well, it’s not like I was going to leave him with a babysitter. He’s too young.”

  Cautious, I edged closer.

  “He’s not going to bite, Dominic,” she said, her voice full of laughter.

  I cocked a brow. “I’ve seen babies. They do bite. It’s that teething thing.”

  “He won’t be teething for a long time.” She put the car seat down and whipped off a soft, fuzzy blue blanket, revealing a wide-eyed, red-cheeked little baby who looked almost nothing like the fragile little guy I’d last seen hooked up to a tube and machines that did all his breathing for him.

  “Wow,” I murmured. “He’s gotten bigger.”

  “They do that.” With the same competence she always displayed, Fawna undid the straps that held him in place and hefted her grandson out, cradling him in her arms before turning to me, displaying him. “Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to hold him. I can already see the panic in your eyes.”