Billionaire Broken: My Billionaire Boss, Part 8 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Emily Cantore Page A
Authors: Emily Cantore
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find evidence of Mr. Black's crimes hidden in the paperwork but this was a whole new person.
I didn't know what to say. It'll all be fine? I felt sick to my stomach to think that a team of men had broken into the mansion. If we'd been there what would have happened? Blackmail had been bad enough and now the idea of actual violence and real danger was terrifying.
We returned to the mansion to find a locksmith repairing the front door under Nadine's supervision. He was just finishing up as we pulled up. Mr. Stone thanked him and then sent Nadine home, telling her she was on full-paid leave until further notice.
In the east wing room we'd been working from, every scrap of paper was gone along with Mr. Stone computer. I found myself following him around like a lost puppy, wanting to comfort him but afraid to do more than clasp his hand. I wanted to much to make this better but I didn't know what to do. First my apartment and now his mansion. Would there be anywhere safe?
We had dinner, roast chicken and vegetables that Nadine had left behind and talked about anything and everything from my past. Any time the conversation turned around to him or what was going on now, he just smiled and redirected. I talked about high-school crushes and ridiculous teenage love affairs and the time my mother brewed home-made ginger beer but put too much sugar in it so the bottles started exploding. We ate dessert (an amazing chocolate self-saucing pudding) and even though I knew what Mr. Stone was doing, somehow it worked and every now and again we'd be laughing.
Finally, we went to bed after showering together and in the dark, Mr. Stone softly kissed me as he held me close. I had come to bed in a very flimsy nightgown and nothing else and after our soft kisses became hard kisses, I slid it upwards and Mr. Stone stroked his fingers across my pussy. I reached for his cock but every time I did, he moved out of my grasp and held my arms, driving me wild. I couldn't take it any longer. I twisted my hands free and pulled his boxers down in one smooth move. As he grinned in the dark, I pounced on top of him and then slid down on to his cock. I moaned as it slipped inside me before pulling my nightgown off. I was completely naked on top of him, overheating with lust. He gripped my hips and as I moved back and forth began to pull and pull in my rhythm. I had my hands on his chest, pushing down as I moved my hips back but soon I arched my back and used my hands to push my flying hair out of my face. Mr. Stone was breathing heavily beneath me and I fucked him, riding his thick cock like a cowboy.
"Oh fuck," I heard him say beneath me and I felt his movements start to quicken. Although I was close myself I deliberately slowed down. I grabbed his hands from my hips and pinned them next to his head. He was stronger than me, my dom, my master and could flip me over any time he wanted but he held still as I fucked him. I sped up, jolting my hips back and forth and began moaning as I got closer. Soon I was groaning and wailing like a mad woman. His cock felt enormous but somehow I was slipping up and down on it with every movement. I came, shuddering on top of him and I felt him come inside me. I let go of his arms and he wrapped them around me as I collapsed on top of him.
After a few minutes I slid off him and turned over. He spooned me and I sighed, well ready to sleep before I felt his cock press against me from behind. I wriggled my ass against him and between one movement and the next he was inside me. He began to move slowly in and out and I sighed in his warm strong embrace. Mr. Stone sped up at some point, gripping my hip with one hand and the back of my hair with the other and this time I came with him pounding into me from behind. He slowed down while my eyes were still spinning and enclosed me in his arms again. I nuzzled his arm and then nipped it gently as he thrust into me once more.
We went to sleep like that. Him holding me, asleep
I didn't know what to say. It'll all be fine? I felt sick to my stomach to think that a team of men had broken into the mansion. If we'd been there what would have happened? Blackmail had been bad enough and now the idea of actual violence and real danger was terrifying.
We returned to the mansion to find a locksmith repairing the front door under Nadine's supervision. He was just finishing up as we pulled up. Mr. Stone thanked him and then sent Nadine home, telling her she was on full-paid leave until further notice.
In the east wing room we'd been working from, every scrap of paper was gone along with Mr. Stone computer. I found myself following him around like a lost puppy, wanting to comfort him but afraid to do more than clasp his hand. I wanted to much to make this better but I didn't know what to do. First my apartment and now his mansion. Would there be anywhere safe?
We had dinner, roast chicken and vegetables that Nadine had left behind and talked about anything and everything from my past. Any time the conversation turned around to him or what was going on now, he just smiled and redirected. I talked about high-school crushes and ridiculous teenage love affairs and the time my mother brewed home-made ginger beer but put too much sugar in it so the bottles started exploding. We ate dessert (an amazing chocolate self-saucing pudding) and even though I knew what Mr. Stone was doing, somehow it worked and every now and again we'd be laughing.
Finally, we went to bed after showering together and in the dark, Mr. Stone softly kissed me as he held me close. I had come to bed in a very flimsy nightgown and nothing else and after our soft kisses became hard kisses, I slid it upwards and Mr. Stone stroked his fingers across my pussy. I reached for his cock but every time I did, he moved out of my grasp and held my arms, driving me wild. I couldn't take it any longer. I twisted my hands free and pulled his boxers down in one smooth move. As he grinned in the dark, I pounced on top of him and then slid down on to his cock. I moaned as it slipped inside me before pulling my nightgown off. I was completely naked on top of him, overheating with lust. He gripped my hips and as I moved back and forth began to pull and pull in my rhythm. I had my hands on his chest, pushing down as I moved my hips back but soon I arched my back and used my hands to push my flying hair out of my face. Mr. Stone was breathing heavily beneath me and I fucked him, riding his thick cock like a cowboy.
"Oh fuck," I heard him say beneath me and I felt his movements start to quicken. Although I was close myself I deliberately slowed down. I grabbed his hands from my hips and pinned them next to his head. He was stronger than me, my dom, my master and could flip me over any time he wanted but he held still as I fucked him. I sped up, jolting my hips back and forth and began moaning as I got closer. Soon I was groaning and wailing like a mad woman. His cock felt enormous but somehow I was slipping up and down on it with every movement. I came, shuddering on top of him and I felt him come inside me. I let go of his arms and he wrapped them around me as I collapsed on top of him.
After a few minutes I slid off him and turned over. He spooned me and I sighed, well ready to sleep before I felt his cock press against me from behind. I wriggled my ass against him and between one movement and the next he was inside me. He began to move slowly in and out and I sighed in his warm strong embrace. Mr. Stone sped up at some point, gripping my hip with one hand and the back of my hair with the other and this time I came with him pounding into me from behind. He slowed down while my eyes were still spinning and enclosed me in his arms again. I nuzzled his arm and then nipped it gently as he thrust into me once more.
We went to sleep like that. Him holding me, asleep
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