Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories

THE BILLIONAIRE’S DANGEROUS OFFER (I)

Chapter 1

My hand couldn’t stop shaking as the elevator climbed to the top of Backwoods Tower. The eviction notice was still stuck and rumpled in my coat.

Twenty-four years and top class in finance and I was about to sell myself to a man I met at a high-society charity gala, a friend invited me to.

The doors opened straight into his office. He stood there, beside the massive black desk, probably waiting for me.

Damien Backwoods, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored black shirt. His dark eyes pinned me the moment I stepped into his office.

There was no smile on his face, just raw and calculated hunger.

“Miss Smith, sit.” He commanded, with a low voice.

I lowered myself into the chair, pressing my thighs together. His voice was low and commanding as he explained the terms: One month living in his penthouse, complete obedience, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and in return, a human body for his pleasure.

Shame and desperation twisted inside me but I signed the contract anyway.

My hands trembled as I set the pen down. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. One month, that was all and I just realized I traded my dignity for survival.

Damien stood up and walked around the desk. He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to look at him. His thumb brushed my lower lip, sending heat straight to my legs.

“Good girl.” He fastened a thin black leather collar around my throat. The buckle clicked shut. “You belong to me now, Aria.”

The penthouse was silent when I arrived but ten minutes later, he summoned me to his living room. The lights were bright and burning.

“Strip slowly. Hands behind your back when you’re done.” Damien commanded, his voice low and his eyes filled with dark need.

My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor, then my bra, my full breasts spilling free, my n*****s hard and aching.

I pushed my skirt and panties down my legs, then stepped out of them. The cool air kissed my bare skin as I clasped my hands. My n*****s were pointing forward and completely exposed.

Damien circled me slowly. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch; lingering on my breasts and hips.

“Look at these pretty t**s, already hard for me like a desperate whore.”

Damien stopped behind me. His warm breath against my neck. “Legs apart,” he commanded.

I obeyed and a single finger ran down my spine making me shiver. He cupped my ass and squeezed it firmly, then moved to stand in front of me.

He lifted my left breast in his large palm and flicked it with his thumb until I bit my lips to stay quiet.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “But you hesitated and that earned a punishment.”

He sat on the leather couch and patted his lap, signaling me to come to him. I draped myself across his lap, my bare breasts pressing against the cool leather.

His big hand smoothed over my cheeks once, almost gently, then a sharp sting that made me gasp. He spanked me again and again.

By the tenth strike, I was squirming, thighs rubbing together, and embarrassingly wet.

Damien’s c**k strained hard against my stomach. His fingers dipped between my legs and stroked my soaked cunt.

“So wet already,” he growled. “Does being spanked like a naughty little slut turn you on?”

“Mhmm…” I moaned and pushed back against his hand.

Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers inside me. I cried out, my walls clenching greedily around him. Damien f****d me with them slowly, curling and stroking that perfect spot until my toes curled.

“Not yet.” He warned, pulling out.

He lifted me effortlessly onto my back on the couch. “Spread your legs. Show me what’s mine.”

I opened my thighs widely, trembling. Damien knelt between them. The moment his hot tongue covered my p***y, I moaned loudly. His tongue licked furiously on my c**t, and he circled my c**t intentionally.

He sucked the sensitive part while thrusting his fingers inside of me.

My hand flew to his head before I caught myself gripping the couch with caution. Pleasure built tighter and tighter in my belly.

“Please… sir… I’m close…” I begged.

“Come,” he commanded against my dripping p***y. “Come on my tongue like a good girl.”

Orgasm ripped through me violently. I screamed, hips bucking wildly against his face as wave after wave crashed through me.

He didn’t stop licking and fingering me until I was whimpering.

When he finally rose, his mouth was glistening from my arousal. He freed his thick c**k and stroked it slowly while staring down at me.

“On your knees.”

I immediately slid off the couch, my legs shaking, and knelt. He fed me his c**k inch by inch. I sucked him eagerly, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting precum.

He gripped my hair and f****d my mouth with deep and controlled thrusts, making me gag softly, tears slipping down my cheeks.

With a low groan, he pulled out and came hard on my breasts, thick and hot c*m painting my skin and collarbone, I swallowed some of it.

I stayed perfectly still, breathing hard, marked and claimed.

Afterwards, Damien surprised me with gentleness. He cleaned me carefully with a warm towel and carried me to his huge bed.

The collar I had earlier on was still there, then he cuffed my wrist to the headboard.

“Sleep.” He commanded, pulling the silk sheet over my naked body.

I sold my body for pleasure but why does a part of me already crave more.

When I woke a few hours later, my heart was racing. The cuff was gone but the collar remained.

Damien sat in the chair beside the bed, fully dressed, watching me in the moonlight. His dark eyes roamed over my bare breasts, and the faint red handprints were still visible on my ass. He was hard again.

And I knew the night was far from over.