Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 16

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I was halfway through my pint of ice cream and the second season of some tv show when I heard a knock at my door. It wasn’t like I was really watching the show anyways. I was daydreaming about last night and was now grateful for the distraction. I paused the show and walked to my bedroom to grab a silk robe my grandmother gave me. It was one of the only luxury items I had and I treasured it most because it came from her.

I heard a knock at the door again, “Coming!” I yelled, walking out of my bedroom. From the sound of it whoever was on the other side was in a hurry.

I unlocked and opened the door, “Good afternoon, Genevieve.”

I arched an eyebrow and leaned a hip on the door frame causing the robe to fall off one of my shoulders, showing the strap and top of my red lace bra.

“Afternoon, Mr. Blackstone. To what do I owe this unannounced visit,” I asked, not bothering to cover myself. He had already seen it all so what was there to hide?

His eyes roamed my body before stopping at my exposed cleavage. He cleared his throat and then looked into my eyes, “Can I come in?”

Did I want him in my apartment? Would it lead to something more? Would I let it lead to something more? With the way he was looking, yes. He had showered and was now wearing a crisp new navy blue suit and dammit if he didn’t look like a god.

′Focus, Gen. He pushed you out of his bed this morning. Stop drooling.′

“Sure, come on in,” I sighed and moved out of the way. I shut the door and then turned around and caught him walking further into my apartment.

“Is there something you needed, Mr. Blackstone? Did you, by chance, want a tour?” I followed him as he walked into the living room.

“No, I wanted to stop by and drop something off to you,” turning around he dug something out of his pants pocket and held it out to me.

I took the white box from his and read the top, “The morning after pill?”

“Yes,” his jaw clenched and I felt my face flush.

“I’m... I’m on the pill, Domi-- Mr. Blackstone.”

“Can I please just watch you take it?”

So now he thinks I’d want to have his baby? Did he think I wanted to trap him to me or something? What kind of egotistical, self-centered, narcissistic prick does this man think he is?

“Sure,” I say, my tone dripping venom, and walk back into the kitchen for a glass of water. I set the box down on the counter and open one of the cabinets for a glass. I turn towards the fridge and see that he’s opened the box already. I fill the glass with water and hold my hand out for the small white pill.

“Down the hatch,” I say sarcastically and toss the pill to the back of my throat and then take a gulp of water into my mouth and feel both wash down my throat. I take a few more sips to make sure it went down and then set the glass on the counter.

He stares at me for a moment and that same emotion flashes through his eyes from this morning.

“Did you want to make sure I actually took it?” I ask, knowing full well now I was acting like a bîtch but my pride was seething at him not believing me about being on birth control. I stick my tongue out and then raise it up for good measure.

When he doesn’t say anything I continue, “I don’t want a child, Dominic. I swear to God I took it and I won’t go throw it up once you leave,” I say a little harsher than I needed, but what the fück was he still doing here. I walked to the door and waited for him to walk over.

I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling like a child under his relenting gaze. I needed to know what happened this morning, “Why did you throw me out?”

It was barely audible, but I knew he heard it. He sighs and gazes at my hardwood floor for a moment before walking over to me. He runs his knuckles softly down the side of my exposed shoulder and pushed the hair behind my back that’s covering my bra.

I shiver and feel goosebumps pop up in his wake. Damn him and damn my body for having this reaction to him.

′Whipped.′

I look up into his eyes, “I’m sorry. It’s just... my sisters in town. She was 10 minutes away when I told you to get dressed this morning. We actually passed her on the road when we left.”

Well, that’s acceptable, I guess. I didn’t want to look like a slüt in front of his sister.

“And the pill?” I asked, barely a whisper.

“I trust you, Genevieve. It’s just an extra precaution. The men in my family are very... potent. I have quite a large family and as much as I want a family of my own I’d like to be, at least, in a relationship with the woman I impregnate.”

“Oh,” I look to the side, anywhere but his piercing amber eyes. I clear my throat and back up to give myself some distance from him, but my back hits the door, “Well like I said, I won’t throw it up. I don’t want a baby.”

He takes a step closer, back into my personal space, “Not ever?” He whispers, running his finger under my bra strap down to the top of the lace.

I feel my face and chest flush and look back at his face, his eyes on my chest now, “Maybe in the future, but I still need to make a name for myself before I can think about having a family. I can’t have any distractions. No men, no friends... just work.”

His eyes meet mine and I see a hint of mischief in them, “No distractions? No men?” His fingers are playing underneath the top of my lace bra now and every so often I feel one touch my hardened nîpple but I won’t give in!

“None,” I whisper, trying to make my voice sound convincing, “Not even you.”

He brings his hand down to the tie at my waist and pulls, undoing the knot and opening the robe, exposing my red lace thong underneath. I take in a ragged breath and my inner goddess is yelling at me to make him stop, to be strong, but I couldn’t help myself. I was already gone the moment he walked through the door.

He drops to his knees and runs his hands up either side of my thighs and up my hips, stopping at the band of my thong, “Mr. Blackstone,” I whimper and lean my head against the door.

“Daddy,” he growls, pulling the thong down my hips.

I moan and he slowly pulls the underwear all the way down my legs and then pulls the back of my right knee up and over his shoulder.

He digs his fingers into my thigh and I feel him blow cold air to my core.

“Daddy,” I whisper, fisting his hair.

“You’re already wet, princess,” he smacks my left àss cheek, “Such a good girl.”

“Please, daddy,” I mutter and push my core to his face. I was so ready, I was throbbing. I needed something to finish the job.

He chuckles but gingerly licks a stripe up my center.

“Oh, fûck,” I moan at the contact, “More, please.”

“Look at me, Genevieve. Watch me lick you clean,” He brings his tongue back to me as my eyes meet his and its the most erotic thing I think I’ve ever seen.

This billionaire CEO, this all-powerful beast of a man, down on his knees, in between my legs. I suddenly felt so powerful.

He sucks and bites and licks me and I grind into his mouth. I feel the pressure building in my lower stomach and feel my body grow hot, almost too hot.

“Fûck, more! Please,” I moan as I push his head into me more. My thighs are shaking with every pass of his tongue over my bundle of nerves.

I hear him growl and feel his tongue push inside of me, exploring and tasting. He was so talented, not that I had anyone to compare him to. I had a couple of boyfriends in the past but none of them got past second base, but here I was against my front door getting eaten out-- by my boss, no less.

“Oh fûck, oh fück yes. Please, daddy, please,” I chanted, not even realizing what I was saying.

I felt his teeth scrape against my clït and I exploded! I didn’t realize I was screaming as I felt the leg I was standing on give out but Dominics’ hands were holding me up as he kept licking every last drop. He ran his tongue over my sensitve bundle of nerves a few times prolonging my orgasm and my whole body shook.

I tried to get my breathing and heart rate under control as I removed my knee from over his shoulder. He stood up and picked me up causing me to wrap my legs around his waist and he pushed himself against me, rubbing his clothed member against my wet center.

“Please,” I whispered against his lips while looking into his eyes. I needed to feel him again. I knew I was not being strong, and I knew I would only get myself hurt but at this moment, I didn’t really care.

I licked his lips, tasting myself, and ground myself against him.

“Please,” I repeated, wondering why he wasn’t giving in. I knew he wanted to, I could feel his hardness against me. It must’ve been painful being restrained like that.

“I can’t,” He sighed, kissing me once and then put me down, my feet touching the floor.

“Why?” I sounded like a child told she couldn’t have any candy.

“My sister is waiting for me. We’re having dinner together in a few minutes. I just had to come and explain to you what happened this morning so you wouldn’t be mad at me,” he still had his body pressed up against me but he grabbed my hair at the base of my skull and pulled softly, making me look up at him.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, “Thank you for dessert,” he whispered, deepening the kiss. He backed away slightly, not pulling away from the kiss, and pulled the back of my knee up and hooked it around his waist as he brought a hand down between us.

I suddenly felt him slap my s*x hard and I yelped but then moaned, “Fûck, Genevieve. I have to go,” He slapped my s*x again and pulled away but kept my leg hiked up so he could look at his work.

“So pretty and red,” he cooed and I flushed, looking down, “Are you sore,” he asked as he let go of my leg and backed up.

“From last night?” I suddenly felt very exposed. I knew he could see the bruises he had left. There was the hickey on my neck, the hickeys on my breasts, and the finger sized bruises on my hips and thighs.

“Yes.”

“Um, kind of, but it’s a good feeling,” I whispered, looking into his eyes. He was smirking and I knew we were thinking the same thing— that I looked damn good marked up.

I loved looking into the mirror this morning and seeing all the marks he had left on my body.

He pulled me by the back of my head to him and kissed me hard one last time, “I’ll see you Monday, Genevieve.”

“See you,” I smiled and found the doorknob behind my back and opened the door, careful not to let anyone on the other side of the door see my naked behind.

“I’ll pick you up. Is that ok?”

“Yes, I’ll be ready.” Would I ever.

“Good,” he purred and gave my body a once over, stopping at my exposed lower half before walking out.

I shut the door and locked it.

′You really are such a slût."

Only for him, I decided.