Her Guardian Billionaire (Forbidden First Time Romance) Read Free Page B

bedroom were no place for her. But in the moment, she didn’t care. Sliding off her shoes, she made her way down the main hall to the double doors of James’s private quarters. Getting caught would ruin everything.
    Setting her shoes on the floor outside, she turned the handle and eased inside. Padding into his waiting area, she glanced in his bedroom but he wasn’t there. That left his office. Pushing open the door, she crossed her fingers, but…no. Empty, just like the rest of the wing.
    Backing up, she let go of the door, ready to admit defeat, when she paused. She was already inside. One look around his office wouldn’t hurt, would it? Maybe she’d find something she could…use.
    Squaring her shoulders, she turned back and walked in before fear took over. She creeped around his desk, avoiding the papers stacked neatly on top, and pulled back his chair. Slipping onto the seat, she clicked on the computer.
    She knew it was wrong—invading his privacy like a peeping tom. But if her time was up, what did it matter? She’d be out on the street tomorrow, never to see him again. A pang of regret echoed through her, and she clicked on his web browser.
    Up popped his top sites. Stock market, news, business portal, BDSM site. Wait, what? Anna clicked on the link and a BDSM matchmaker flooded her screen.
    Discreet, professional, always guaranteed. Meet your next partner today.
    Wow . She didn’t know what to think. The dominance she could see—he ordered everyone around all the time. But…bondage? More? She’d never considered it. Is that why he ran away? The thought of James Davenport, standing over her bound and blindfolded body…She shuddered.
    Closing the web browser, she clicked the only desktop folder that didn’t shout business. Videos . A folder full of videos, ranging from minutes to hours filled the window. She clicked on the first one and squeaked in shock.
    A woman laid spread eagle, bound to the bedposts with cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Her bare breasts bounced as she lifted her head up and down, craning her neck to see off camera. Anna had never seen anything like it.
    She knew BDSM existed, hell, who didn’t these days? But seeing it? Actively watching a woman, bound and immobile? It sent a wave of pleasure through her body, and she squirmed in the chair. As she watched, a naked man walked up to the woman and covered her eyes with a blindfold. His muscles flexed in his back and ass, and as he leaned over, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Just like James. No! It can’t be .
    She swallowed and crossed her legs, rubbing against her swollen sex. The man brought out a paddle—small and flexible—and ran it up the woman’s legs. He drew out gasps and moans before tapping it right on her bare pussy. Oh my god!
    Anna watched—transfixed and spellbound—as he tapped in steadily increasing beats. He hit her a little harder each time, turning her on and smearing her arousal all over. One final thwack and she came, face contorted in a silent scream. He hadn’t even used his hands or mouth, and she orgasmed. Unbelievable .
    She’d never seen another woman orgasm before—not a real one at least. Once, she’d caught a handful of porn clips with a friend at boarding school. Staring in curiosity as couples fucked. But none of the women looked anything like the one on-screen. When she came, it was incredible.
    Anna could barely stand the ache between her legs. Watching sex so intense and raw made her crave an orgasm of her own. Without thinking, she pulled up her dress. Hitching the black fabric over her thighs, she slipped her fingers beneath her panties.
    The first slide of her finger across her clit sent a shudder through her and she fought to keep her eyes on the video. The man had traded a paddle for a handle with fringe. What do you do with that? Tickle someone? Anna worked her fingers up and down as the man spun the device around in his hand, picking up speed as he inched closer to