Page 8 of Possessive Billionaire

I place my hands palms down on the desk. The mahogany is cool and smooth to the touch.

“This is unacceptable.” I’m wearing a bespoke-made Armani power suit. I feel like a total badass. “You really screwed the pooch on this one.”

I pause.

Screwed the pooch?

Who the heck am I?

What decade am I living in?

There’s a small leather whip to my right. I pick it up and slap it down on my open hand. The impact stings. A jolt of pain shoots along my arm.

I feel confident holding the whip.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy.” I start again. It’s hard not to get distracted by the whole screwed the pooch incident. But as I keep talking, I gain more and more confidence.

I’m in control.

I am the boss.

“You’ve cost this company a billionaire dollars!” I shout. “Maybe two billionaire dollars. The accountants are still finalizing the numbers.

“If it was up to me, I’d have you chopped into tiny pieces and fed to the dogs.

“But lucky for you, you have a very powerful benefactor.”

I stand up and walk around the desk. The sun bursts through the windows behind me and cast long, cinematic shadows across the floor.

Mason smiles at me as I sit on his lap. My legs straddle his knee. I rub my pussy against him like a dog in heat.

We’ve come a long way since that first day in his SUV.

My dad bust a nut when he found out about us. I thought he was going to kill Mason. But when he realized that we were in love and that we were serious about each other and he calmed down.

It took a while for him to get used to it. But in the end, he was just happy I’d found someone I love as much as I love Mason.

Now we have three children. We live in a huge house with a swimming pool and a dog and cinema room and my dad’s found himself his own slice of happiness. A beautiful Mexican woman who knows how to put a smile on his face.

“I will accept any punishment you deem fit,” Mason says. His face is stoic. I love how seriously he takes our role-playing games. He could win an Oscar.

“And what makes you think you have a choice?”

I run the whip along the length of his neck. The leather bristles against his thick, silver beard.

When we first met, he was clean-shaven. One winter he grew a beard. I’ve never let him cut it. The feel of his whiskers tickling my thighs as he licks my pussy drives me wild.

“You’re right,” he says. I reach between his legs and squeeze his cock. It’s long and hard. Just the way I like it. Mason closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. “I am completely at your mercy.”

“Yes,” I moan, kissing him on the lips. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found a man like Mason. Every day he makes my life a living pleasure. It’s like I’m a princess in a fairy tale. “You are.”