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  “Do you have any idea what time it is Lacey?” I shook my head.

  The darkness opened up to a wide room with a swim up bar.

  Two Martinis, Grey Goose, extra olives.”

  “Certainly Mr. Avery.” The bartender instantly went to work fixing our drinks.

  Ethan looked me in the eyes with one of his brows raised condescendingly. “Well, it’s after ten, and if I remember correctly, that means you have only nine hours to be in my office ready for work.”

  “Well,” I yawned theatrically. “I had planned to be in bed by eleven, but it seems my date was almost two hours late.”

  Ethan’s face grew dark and serious. “Yes, in bed by eleven… That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

  ‘Holy crap,’ I thought to myself as I met his devilish gaze. ‘He is SO coming on to you.’

  The bartender placed our drinks before us and I was thankful for the interruption. I grabbed mine and started back towards the way we had come.

  “Not so fast, follow me.” Ethan slid his arm around my waist and turned me towards another watery passage.

  I took a sharp inhale at the electricity of his touch. Ethan turned his head in my direction and grinned. ‘Way to be obvious,’ I scolded myself.

  This passage was darker than the one before, and the walls were decorated with a beautiful array of fiber optics that pulsed and danced down the corridor. Ethan had loosened his grip on my waist, as the hall narrowed and we had to walk single file. His hand managed however, to find mine in the darkness. I followed him with a giddy dumb grin on my face, feeling like a little girl on her first date. We opened into a small circular room with a waterfall that poured down like a curtain in the middle of the space. It was pitch black but for the tiny glowing strands that were suspended in the water. Ethan led me around to the backside of the cove and he turned towards me. Our bodies were just inches from one another and the faint scent of his cologne met my sense.

  My back was against the wall now, and Ethan was stretched out before me as he took a big gulp of his drink. I mirrored him in the dim light, watching the slow movement of his body. Ethan took my glass and set it aside along with his own.

  “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”

  I shook my head. I had an idea of what I wanted him to do to me, but I never in a million years imagined that he was on par with my desires. Ethan’s hands slid over my hips, making my entire body shudder with pleasure. My heart was suddenly pounding so hard I could feel it in my temples, and between my thighs.

  “Turn around,” he breathed.

  “But Mr. Avery,” I pulled back. Fucking the boss was low, and I was afraid to put myself on the same level as women like Dina.

  “Go then.” He said, stepping aside and giving me full more than enough room to easily walk away. But my legs wouldn’t budge.

  I stared at him in wide-eyed panic. Even in the water I could feel the slickness of my desire. Was I really about to fuck my boss?

  “Turn around,” he repeated, this time his voice was stern and left no room for question.

  “Yes sir,” I squeaked.

  Ethan’s hands wrapped around me from behind, his fingers of one hand sliding under my top and the other…down to my sex. I groaned loudly and I felt the pressure of his touch against my throbbing sex. I reached behind me and traced the skin at his waist.

  “Hands over your head,” he scolded me.

  Ethan had always been demanding, even from work I could tell that he enjoyed being the one in control, but this was far from taking commands at work. I slid my hands up the wall and he encircled my wrist in his own grip, pushing me further forward. His other hand slid up to my waist and traced around my hip before diving back into my little bottoms. His leg kicked my own apart and in an instant his fingers plunged deep into my sex.

  I gasped loudly and Ethan’s teeth pressed into the sensitive flesh of my neck. The softness of his tongue was contrasted by the sharp hairs of his recently shaven face. I cried out and pulled my hands down, protectively towards my neck.

  “I told you to put your hands over your head.” Ethan’s voice was forceful and threatening. “I’m going to punish you now.

  My heart was beating wildly at the dark and wicked sound of his voice. He pulled his fingers from within me and with a rough tug he pulled my top off, grabbing my hands into his own and twisting the strings of my suit tightly around my wrists.

  “This is for your own good you know.”

  I nodded, panting with excitement and lust. Mr. Avery lifted my hands a second time, this time hooking them over a little towel hook that was placed high on the wall. My feet no longer touched the bottom of the pool and I was stretched out and topless before him. I closed my eyes as I felt him tug my bottoms down into the water.

  His hands groped and massaged my curves, and he rolled my nipples into tight little knots, making my body ache with desire.

  “Please,” I moaned desperately.

  “Please what?” He asked, slapping my ass hard.

  I felt the sting and a ripple of twisted pleasure shot through me.

  “Please give it to me!” I cried.

  “Please give you what?” He demanded with a second, harder swat to my bottom.

  “You’re cock Sir, please, give me your hard cock.” I gasped as he pulled my ass-cheeks wide.

  This was it. I was about to be taken in the dark by a man who was practically a stranger in all capacities. It was bad, it was so bad, and yet, it was exactly what I’d dreamed about for the last three months. The next thing I knew his thick hard cock pressed against me and he breathed warningly into my ear.

  “If you scream, someone will come,” he warned, “and it won’t be you.”

  I let out a whimper as he pressed forward. His cock was so thick and my body screamed with pain as he thrust himself deep inside of me. I bit my tongue hard as Ethan’s hand wrapped over my lips and held me in silence. I wanted to scream out, as his hips plowed harder and harder into me.

  The pins and needles slowly died away and now only pleasure radiated from each delicious thrust. Ethan drove into me in long slow pulses now, his own breath growing ragged and rough.

  “This ass,” he groaned loudly, “you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk.”

  His lascivious words made me shiver with pleasure. I had never expected a guy like him to fantasize about a girl like me, but his words were a powerful boost to my self-consciousness. I flexed my hips back and whined for him to fuck me harder.

  Ethan didn’t waste a second, instead pumping lifting my thighs apart and fucking harder and deeper than before. Suddenly my entire body began to shudder, and I felt his cock give a heavy pulse as he drove into me and held himself hard against me. Ethan’s grip dug into my thighs and sent waves of pleasure up towards my clit that was not throbbing hard around his cock. In release I let out a loud whimper and reveled in victory as I felt as his cock explode, filling me with his hot sex.

  Ethan lifted my hands free of the hook and slowly untied my binds. I could feel the painful rings around my wrists where they had borne my weight. I had never imagined sex and ties to be synonymous, but something about the lack of control made my tummy flutter with excitement and lust. I liked it when he took control, and knowing Ethan, this was more than likely only the surface of his depraved desires. My lips twitched into a smile as I followed him back down the dark corridor to where we had left Kate and Casey.

  “Where did you run off to?” Kate whispered to me when Casey and Ethan stepped out of the water talking secretively to one another.

  “No where, we just went to get a drink.” I lied, though, I could tell by the way she looked at me she knew I was lying.

  “No way!?” Kate said with disbelief.

  I looked away, afraid to validate her suspicion, taming my hair unconsciously.

  “Holy shit Lace, what happened to your wrists?”

  I plunged my arms back into the water. “Nothing,
” I blushed. But Kate wasn’t buying any of it.

  “Oh my god,” I mouthed to her discreetly, hearing the two men coming back towards the water. Her eyes were wide and I knew she would want every detail the second we were alone. ‘So much for being discreet,’ I thought, hating myself for being so terribly obvious.

  It was already eleven thirty by the time we had gotten out of the pools and cleaned up. I was starting to feel the drag of the late night, especially after the hot pools and the…well, hot sex. I needed to get home. Kate wanted to go out dancing with Casey, and Ethan was eyeing me questioningly.

  “I’m really sorry guys, I’m just exhausted, besides, I have to work in the morning,” I looked at Ethan, “do you mind giving me a ride home?”

  “Not a bit, besides I prefer my staff bright eyed and bushy tailed.” He grinned.

  We said our good byes and Ethan led me outside and to his car. I didn’t even recognize the symbol that was displayed on the fancy bumper.

  “A Lotus Evora,” he explained, noticing my interest.

  “It’s British, zero to one hundred in five seconds.” He boasted.

  “So even your cars are fast huh?” I teased.

  Ethan’s eyes narrowed and his lips stretched back into a smile. “Aren’t you the little…”

  “Well,” I cut in, giving him back what he was about to dish. “I really must be going, my boss isn’t going to like it if I am late.” I sighed impatiently.

  “Oh no? Because I have a funny feeling that he’s going to let it slide this once.” His eyes were burning into mine.

  “Oh I don’t know, he is a real stickler. A hard ass even.” I smirked.

  “Well,” his eyes narrowed, “being that I own the company, you could say I have certain… privileges.”

  “Oh?” I winked at him playfully.

  “Yes. One of these said privileges happens to be setting your schedule. Ethan pulled out his phone and tapped a few buttons.” Looks like you haven’t got any excuses after all.” He glanced up at me with hungry eyes. “Let’s go.”

  Billionaire In The Bedroom

  By Talia Day

  Copyright © 2014 Talia Day

  All Rights Reserved Worldwide

  Billionaire In The Bedroom

  “You like that?” he asked, sliding his hand under my panties and playing with my clit.

  I blushed and bit my lip. It was true, I did like it, but I’d just met Daniel and he was twice my age. Things had happened so quickly, we’d only met this morning, and now, here I was seated on his cold granite countertop with his hands between my thighs. I hadn’t gotten a chance to get comfortable, but Daniel seemed to like that—watching me squirm and blush.

  I gasped as I felt his fingers dive deeper and press upward into my wetness.

  “You’re so wet,” he growled, “makes me want to taste you.” His accent was thick with French and his eyes were lustfully glazed.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, his fingers slowly massaging me.

  I shook my head.

  “Not good enough, I’m going to stop.” His voice was serious and his fingers pulled back a little.

  “Don’t stop.” I said softly.

  “Daddy.” He added as his fingers slowly began massaging me again.

  "Don’t stop…Daddy.” I softly pleaded, shuddering with pleasure as his fingers drilled deeper.

  Daniel placed soft kisses down my neck and chest, and eventually onto the eager flesh of my sensitive thighs. I’d never let anyone do anything like this before. But here I was, in the nicest place I’d ever been in, with the richest guy I’d ever met… I’d be stupid of me not to take the chance.

  I let him spread my thighs, but I couldn’t look down at him. I was too shy to see what I was about to let him do. But as his lips circled around my clit, I couldn’t contain the whimpers of pleasure.

  His tongue flicked between soft kisses. My hips bucked against him and I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled myself firmly against his face. Daniel let out a deep moan and sucked me harder.

  “I want to make you cum on my face.”

  I had come to Mexico with a dream of traveling through all of Central America. I’d been saving since I was sixteen, had bought a van, and had learned just enough Spanish to get me across the border.

  My father took it upon himself to make sure I knew that I was going to be kidnapped and killed. And my mother had done everything in her power to stop me. We’d never had much money, mom was a clerk, dad was a salesman. But mom was willing to dip into the little savings they had to entice me to stay. She’d offered to as much as pay for my first two years of college. Despite the negative words and the offer of a free ride, I’d gotten it in my head that I needed freedom. I needed to experience life.

  I’d made a rough plan, five hours to the beach in San Carlos, stay a few days and make my way to Guatemala. I’d taken a great deal of time planning my trip beyond the borders of Mexico, but I failed to realize that Mexico is flipping huge. I’d left San Carlos with a cheap map that didn’t even have half on the roads labeled at all, and found myself eight hours into Mexico, lost in what looked to be ruins.

  The poverty here astounded me. People lived in houses that were far beyond what we’d condemn in America, and on top of it, there was trash and animals everywhere. I’d known it was going to be a shock, but this was terrifying. There was nowhere to stop, and I was on my way to a beach in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. The sun was getting low in the sky, and out of nervousness I’d sped up, completely missing both the giant “tope” speed bump, and the cops that were parked next to it. The van nearly took flight as I launched myself over the bump and in an instant, I saw their lights flick on.

  My heart was beating too fast, my palms were sweaty, and as the cop pulled out his little notebook to show me what it cost I nearly had a breakdown. His little paper showed $400 for the infraction. I could barely get a word of what he was saying, and when I pulled out three thousand pesos that I’d had in my pocket he said something about doing me a favor. He’d taken every penny, for which I was thrilled as it meant I could keep going, but later, I found out that the $400’s that I’d been shown was in pesos and I’d paid him well over six times what I’d owed.

  I reached the beach well after dark, and made it my mission to find a good map and study for the next leg of my trip. The next few days were nice, I was just living on a beach, enjoying the sunshine. But when I went looking for a book to get my further South, I’d found that it is nearly impossible to find a map anywhere in the country. I’d stopped at twelve Pemex gas stations, three bookstores, and even two Wal-Marts, only to find myself on the freeway no better off than before.

  Two days had passed, one where I parked in a gas station parking lot and slept, and the next where again I’d gotten in late and wound up lost after dark. I’d been told by a nice Canadian couple that I should try a town called Guanojuato, and so I’d basically driven non stop to get there.

  It was beautiful, and as I drove through the dark and crowded streets I quickly found myself lost in the maze of underground cobblestone tunnels and crazy zigzagging roads. Two hours after pulling in to town, and after leaving town and returning, I finally found the campground. That night, I felt like crying.

  I practically hadn’t eaten anything but avocados and tortillas since I’d left the states. It wasn’t that I wasn’t hungry, I was, but I was a vegetarian, and everything was meat, or looked like it was rotten. My belly grumbled as I laid in bed and tears streamed down my cheeks. I’d gotten in over my head, and I didn’t think I could go on.

  The next morning I’d made up my mind, I was going to drive to the next town over, find some internet to let my family know where I was and that I was coming home, and head back up the interior until I made it to Texas.

  The town of San Miguel De Allende was more than beautiful as I pulled in that morning. I stopped in awe of the sight. Beautiful cobble stone roads, well kept restaurants, and friendly people who actually
spoke English. I’d quickly learned the town was well known by ex-pat Americans as well as Europeans and Canadians.

  Whether by luck, or fate, as I made my way through town that morning looking for breakfast, I wound up at the Café Monet. I probably picked it for the price more than anything. But it had a charm as I walked inside and was greeted by friendly hosts. They ushered me in and sat me at a little table, one side of which was a long bench that served as a seat for all the tables that lined the wall.

  The menu was in both Spanish and English, but trying to be polite to the Spanish-speaking waitress I clumsily ordered in broken Spanish. I hadn’t even noticed the man next to me that was watching. Perhaps he’d sat down while I was reading the menu, or perhaps I’d just over looked him when I came in.