What the Billionaire Wants: Extended b**m Bundle

To Please the Billionaire-3

“Miss Annie, my employer will be here in twenty minutes and I must prepare. May I come in?”

“Sure,” she said with a heavy heart. “Come in,”

Jarvis turned around and signaled. Stepping in he was followed by a handful of waiters and a chef. The group immediately headed to the kitchen and went to work. Jarvis circled the space looking for anything that might be out of place. With Annie, nothing ever was though. It was something that was first mentioned to him by the housekeepers. When the penthouse passed his inspection, it was time for Annie.

Jarvis cornered Annie in her bedroom and examined her from head to foot. Annie felt self-conscious during the virtual undressing. Squirming as she stood, she found she couldn’t stop herself from speaking.

“Do I look okay?” She asked fighting every urge to cross her arms over her C-cup cleavage.

“Miss Annie, you look divine.”

Annie smiled. She knew that this was going to be the nicest firing that she ever had. Candy had given her no indication of this. Feeling grateful for all of the assistance he had given her, she relaxed allowing a lingering question to surface.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, Miss Annie?”

“Why did you choose me?”

“What do you mean?” He asked returning from his bathroom inspection.

“When you saw me in the restaurant, why did you choose me?”

Jarvis stopped in front of her searching her face for clarification before continuing. “I didn’t choose you.”

It was now Annie’s turn to ask. “What do you mean?”

“My employer did.”

Annie was confused. “Was he there?”

“He was aware of who was at the restaurant that night.”

“Oh,” Annie paused before continuing. “Then, do you know why he chose me?”

Jarvis smiled. “Perhaps that is something that you should ask him.”

“Jarvis, is he coming here to fire me?” Annie asked, no longer able to hold it back.

Jarvis looked blankly. “I am only here to prepare. I do not presume to predict his actions.”

Annie got an odd sense of joy from this. ‘Perhaps my fate isn’t set in stone,’ she thought. ‘Maybe I can convince him to keep me. But, no s*x. If I continue to work for him, there can’t be any sex.’

Annie was still in the bedroom when she heard the large oak door open and close. He was here. Whatever the end of the night would be, the journey toward it had begun. Unable to wait any longer, even if it hastened her dismissal, Annie gathered her dignity and went to meet him.

The sight of him hit her stomach like a ton of bricks. She could barely stand. He was even better looking than she remembered from the night before and the feeling of his hand on her came rushing back. Feeling her face flush she immediately felt defenseless against her prince’s desires.

Annie stood silently looking into the eyes of the gorgeous man. His scruffy face was speckled with glimmers of white and his full lips were curved into a smile hinting to something that only he knew. In his hand was a gift wrapped with rich, shiny silver paper, and the ribbon tied around it, sparkled.

“Is that for me?” Annie blurted.

“Perhaps,” he replied in a resonate tone.

“Are you gonna fire me?”

“Perhaps,” he said never taking his eyes off of her. “But for now, I am here for dinner.”

‘Dinner,’ she thought. It was the one thing that she was hired for yet she never expected. “Of course. Did you want to sit down?” She asked taking on the roll of host.

“What are you doing?” He asked watching her flutter around the table.

Annie froze. “I don’t know. Getting dinner?”

“You might not have noticed but I have people for that.”

“Yes, of course,” she said nervously. “I don’t know what I should be doing.”

“How about joining me at the table and enjoying a meal?” He said pointing at the elegantly dressed table already holding cold hors d’oeuvres.

Embarrassed, Annie sat. The rectangular table could have held 6 easily and her employer sat at the head. With him placing the gift on a cake stand in front of Annie, she intermittently stared at it wondering what it could be.

By the end of the first course Annie hadn’t said a word. For three months she had considered this first meal but never pictured it going like this. She was sure that Candy and any of the other girls could have made conversation on any topic. That’s what came with having a social life, the ability to make conversation. Knowing that she had to say something, she said what kept popping into her head.

“How did you know that I never went out onto the balcony?”

“I watch you,” he said casually.

“When?” Annie asked surprised.

“When I choose.”

Annie twisted her face still unclear. “How?”

He pointed up at the corner of the room. Annie turned around and followed the line of his finger. She hadn’t noticed it before, but in the very corner of the ceiling was a small black box.

‘Could that be a camera?’ She thought.

She then looked around the room for more boxes. They were everywhere. There couldn’t have been a moment of her stay here that wasn’t recorded. Realizing the extent of it, she scanned her memory of the bathroom. Her face flushed when she remembered the small black boxes in the corners of that room as well.

Annie imagined herself becoming bright red. Heat emanated off of her body in waves and to her surprise it made her legs rub together and twist. The idea that he had been watching her didn’t anger her. It turned her on. Her employer hadn’t kept her because he hadn’t yet met her. He had seen her many times and had approved. Annie couldn’t explain why, but this made her feel powerful.

“You’ve been spying on me. That’s not very nice,” she said with a coy smile highlighting her flushed face.

“Would you prefer that I not?”

“Perhaps I would,” she said flirtatiously.

“Well, then it’s a good thing that I make the rules.”

Annie stopped talking and reached for her glass of wine. It was drier than she was used to but that didn’t stop her from swigging back most of the glass. Unable to return her attention to her meal she pushed the food around her plate.

“So, there are rules?”

“Just one.”

“And what’s that?”

“To please me!”

Annie lifted her head entranced by her benefactor’s forceful demand. His strength was mesmerizing. Knowing that he wanted her, over all of the other girls, made her want to please him even more. Feeling her loins quiver, Annie got up from her seat and rounded the table to run her hands over his chest. His was a strong chest and it made her crave him.

Not having ever seduced a man, Annie let her instincts take over. Letting go of her inhibitions she found a part of her that she never realized she had. It had no fear. When she slipped her leg over his lap, a spark shot through her body as the tender folds of her clothed lips touched the large bulge in his pants. She whimpered in exhalation.

The grip each had on the other went beyond her hand sliding up his shirt and his hand sliding up her skirt and into her panties. There was a pulsation of lust between the two that washed away Annie’s concerns. Her mind floated as he lifted her up onto the table and held her warm breast. Opening her mouth receiving his tongue, her body tingled as his hooked onto hers and drew them closer together.

Sliding her soft panties away from the folds of her tingling lips, he pressed his throbbing c**k onto her wet p***y. Luring him into her quivering insides, he entered her sending a rush of pleasure throughout her body. Throwing her head back she wanted more of him and gripping onto his toned side, she got it.

Groaning as his oversized tool pulled and pushed through her, she threw herself onto him. She nibbled his stubbled chin between her teeth bringing a moan from her lover. When he reached up sliding both hands around her neck, she froze.

Pushed back against the table, she couldn’t move. She knew she could escape if she wanted, but with his wide, strong hands encircling her neck, she lost her desire to. She felt controlled by him and she liked it. Trapped in his grasp, she could do nothing more than lie back. The restraint made her feel free. Annie no longer needed to know how to seduce him; she didn’t need to guess at what he liked. Laying there, subservient to his will, she knew that to please him she had to do nothing more than envelop the warm, slippery touch pushing in and pulling out of her clenched loins. Annie bit her lip from the pleasure of it all.

With her eyes closed and her breathing losing control, she felt her orgasm build. The intensity wrenched her body side to side and burned in her belly like a fireball ready to explode. When she finally blew, it was with the screech of a banshee hiding the titanic groans of her lover.

With her legs clutched tightly on her lover’s powerful back, her arms swung wildly, clearing the table. She didn’t want to do this, but she couldn’t help it. Her orgasm was consuming her and there was nothing of her conservative self left.

Annie’s body was limp when her employer finally let go her neck and cradled her back in his hand. Her fighting spirit was gone, all that was left of her was her curved torso draped over his arm. He pulled her chest to his and held her until his crackling energy jumped between the two. Slowly coming back to life, she moved her arms toward him and threw her chin over his shoulder. She didn’t want to move, but as reality returned, she remembered where she was and who she was with.

Still weak in the knees she pulled away from her lover. Unable to focus her eyes, she couldn’t look at him. Gripping onto the table and easing her way around, she sat back down. Wanting everything to return to the way it was, Annie reached for her fork and began to feed herself. Ignoring the scattered dishes in front of her, it all felt surreal.

Annie looked up when a server entered the dining room from the kitchen. Wondering what he had heard, she was embarrassed. Watching how quickly he cleaned up the mess she had created made her wonder how many times this server had done this before. Imagining that her benefactor had done this with all of the girls, she felt regret. Remembering the cameras, Annie wondered how many others would see her expression of uncontrollable lust.

“I’m sorry,” she said to the server who didn’t make eye contact with her.

Once the server left for good, her employer spoke. “I have something for you.”

Annie looked up into his eyes. Even in the shadows of what they had just done, she found his eyes sexy.

“What’s do you have?”

He pointed toward the gift on the table. With all that had happened she had forgotten about it.

“Would you like to open it?” He asked.

Annie stared at the elegantly wrapped box. ‘Is this it?’ She wondered, ‘A beautifully wrapped pink slip, to send me on my merry way?’ Annie didn’t want to touch the box but reaching across the table for it, she couldn’t help herself.

“Is this going to be bad?” She found the courage to ask. He didn’t reply.

Slowly removing the ribbon and the glimmering silver paper, she found was a glass case. Completely free from the wrapping, Annie held the case up to the light. There was something in it. It looked like a collar, maybe even a dog collar, but if it was for a dog it was for the most exquisite dog who ever lived. It was wider than any collar she had ever seen, and the inside looked soft and comfortable. Seeing it reminded her of the feeling of having his hands around her neck. The thought of the collar turned her on but it also repulsed her.