Wicked While He Watches -The Billionaire's Secret (Claire and the Billionaire) Read Free Page A

her off with the
jacket.
    “Or this,” Heath growled. He just grabbed onto the
front of her rayon blouse and pulled hard, ripping it off her, and leaving only
her sheer corset. Coco was taken aback. Damn. They meant business. She resisted
the urge to panic, and instead seductively slipped the remnants of the shirt’s
sleeves off her bare arms.
    “Let’s see those tits,” Stone added and he gently
pushed the straps of her corset off her shoulders. Her round breasts poked out,
nipples hard. She slipped the straps off her arms and let the garment fall to
her waist with the attached garters still holding up the lace-topped red
stockings.
    “Nice,” he said. He came very close to her so she feel his heat, and he grabbed her breasts, holding them
firmly in his hands. He bent down and licked one aroused nipple then the other.
Coco stuck her chest out reveling in the attention to her sensitive nipples. A
shot of desire ran from them to her core. As if he knew, Heath moved up behind
her. He leaned down and kissed her neck then he slipped his hand under her
skirt and explored her. His fingers discovered her arousal and fed it further. Coco
began breathing heavy through her mouth. Heath gave her neck a final kiss then
walked over to a chaise that was positioned in the center of the room.
    “Good. I like this,” Mr. Fawcett announced over a
loud speaker. Coco stiffened at the sound of his voice. He was watching. Why
did he have to remind her?  She balked and began to pull away from Stone.
He held her arms tight so she couldn’t move.
    “It’s okay, baby. Don’t let him bother you. Think
about me,” he muttered while he raked her nipples with his teeth then licked
them, alternating pain and pleasure.  He stood erect again, scooped her up
in his arms and carried her to the back of the red leather upholstered chaise
lounge. “Turn around,” he commanded. She did as told. He pushed her against the
back of the piece of furniture until she was bent forward over it. He lifted
her skirt high, exposing her butt, and slapped her ass hard.
    “Do you like that?” Stone growled. Coco gasped. She
had never been spanked. It hurt.
    “I think she does,” Mr. Fawcett‘s voice interrupted,
reminding of her of what he had said, she had to like it.
    “Yes, sir. May I have another?” She said with a sexy lilt in her voice.
    Stone chuckled. “You sure can.” And the spanking
continued. He’d rub her butt with his strong hands, and then smack, down came
his hand.  It was startling at first and it stung. But soon she had to
admit, she kind of did like it.
    “May I have another?” she murmured quietly. 
Her butt was lifted high as she leaned over the chaise. She laid her arms and
head on the seat cushions. Her head lifted with gasps and moans of pleasure and
pain.
    “Oh, yeah.  
I have to,” he uttered. Coco wondered if Mr. Fawcett was forcing him to do
this, too. What did he have over Stone? What about Heath? She felt a tie with
them now. It was them against Mr. Fawcett, and they couldn’t let him win. She
leaned forward into the chaise so her butt lifted higher, tempting him to swat
it.
    “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Coco,” Stone uttered.
The deep timbre of his voice vibrated through her, intensifying her desire.
“Haven’t you?”
    “Yeah. So bad,” she said breathily. In all actuality she really was being very bad.
There was no way Daniel could ever find out. Stone’s hand came down on her butt
cheek, slapping that thought out of her head. There was no thinking about
Daniel now. She was Coco. She was loving this.
    Stone kept swatting her butt, the slaps to her
cheeks resounding through the room.  Just then music started, pounding
techno. The lyrics were synthesized and repetitive. The air vibrated with the
hard beat. She looked up at Heath. He was taking off his suit jacket. He rolled
up the sleeves of his white button down shirt and he loosened his gray striped
silk tie. He unbuttoned his pants and drew down