At the Billionaire's Pleasure (BDSM Billionaire Series) Read Free Page B

buzzed and panic started to flutter around in her tummy. How could it be time already? It wasn’t possible. She carried the glass with her out into the hall and pressed the intercom button.
    “Let me in.” Ashcroft’s voice was sex personified. It whispered over her skin and caused her nipples to harden. Her sex grew wet at the command in his voice and she helpless to disobey him.
    Without a word she pressed the button and unlocked the door. A few moments passed and Carrie’s nerves grew to an almost unbearable level. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room. His face was unreadable as he took in her undressed state. Something that Carrie couldn’t quite put her finger on seemed to rise from his skin.
    “You’re not ready...”
    The question hung in the air between them. The alcohol burned in Carrie’s blood and it made her bold.
    “I’m not going.” She lifted her chin defiantly and stared him straight in the eye.
    “You’re not coming or you couldn’t do up the corset?” His lips quirked almost imperceptibly .
    “I couldn’t close it. But that is not the point... I’m not the type of woman.”
    He moved towards her and crushed her against the wall. His body holding her easily in place. He pushed one knee between her legs and pressed her hands above her head. The glass dropped to the floor and shattered. He held her hands with one hand whilst the other loosened her robe.
    Excitement curled in her stomach as his blue eyes drank in the sight of her half naked body. He dipped his head to her neck and bit her softly.
    “You’re not what sort of woman?”
    Carrie’s only response was a moan. His lips nibbled upwards to the edge of her earlobe. His tongue flickered against the sensitive little piece of skin before he moved back down the column of her neck once more. Reaching the tops of her bra covered breasts he ran his tongue along the top of the lace.
    Releasing her hands he us ed his hands to rip the lace bra apart. Her breasts spilled out into his hands and he squeezed and pinched the nipples to life. Carrie moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck.
    David’s mouth dipped down to suckle and lap at each nipple in turn. Carrie arched up towards him, allowing him better access to her sensitive body. She burned with desire for him. Her cunt dripped with need and she wanted to feel him bury his cock inside her.
    “Tell me, Carrie, tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you’re not that sort of woman.” His words sent shivers of desire trembling across her body. She wanted this, she wanted him.
    He released her and tugged her down the hall to her bedroom. He pulled the robe from her shoulders and left it discarded on the hall floor. Her mind whirled as he pushed the items of clothing from the bed before throwing her down on top of the covers. He unbuckled his trousers and slid them off in one fluid motion. He pulled off his jacket and threw it onto the pile of clothes that covered the floor. His shirt quickly followed.
    Carrie attempted to cover her body with her hands. A growl dribbled out from between Ashcroft’s lips as he towered over her. His cock stood tall and proud away from his body. Carrie had never slept with a man who had such a large cock before. Her sex became slick as she thought of what it would feel like to have that enter her.
    Ashcroft climbed onto the bed and knelt over her. He gripped her hands and pinned them above her head.
    “Most doms need to tie down their submissives. But I don’t need to tie you down, do I, Carrie?” He released her hands and she kept them where he had placed them.
    “What did I say about panties?” He tutted as he pulled the lace briefs down over her hips and dumped them over the edge of the bed.
    “Are you sure you’re not that kind of woman, Carrie?” Each time he used her name, pleasure rolled through her body.
    “I know what kind of woman you are. I know what you want and what you need.” He lowered his body down over hers and drove