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  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure Christmas Stocking

  BDSM Billionaire Series

  By M.G. Morgan

  Copyright 2012 M.G. Morgan

  Other Titles in this Series

  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure

  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure 2: Bound By Him

  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure 3: For Love or Lust?

  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure 4: Love’s Price

  At the Billionaire’s Pleasure 5: Anything for Love

  Spin Off Series

  A Touch of Love

  A Taste of Love

  A Tale of Love

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  Love means giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting that they won’t. Unknown

  Moving around the apartment I ran my fingers gently across the top of the satin covered sofa. I wasn't even sure if it was satin but it sure as hell felt that way. Ever since I had moved in with David, I couldn't help but feel a tad bit uncomfortable. I knew how rich he was. And it wasn't as though I had never spent time in his apartment before. But it was 'his' apartment. It wasn't mine. Everything about the place screamed money and class.

  It made me terrified to even eat in the apartment in case I spilled something. The thought had crossed my mind on more than one occasion that I could eat over the sink if I wanted. But I knew if I did that then David would instantly know that there was something wrong.

  I didn't want him to worry. But I felt so out of place. I didn't belong in his world. I knew he loved me and that made me the happiest I had ever been in my life. But I didn't fit in with everything else. I wasn't perfectly slender, with the ability to fit into any tiny dress that a designer created. I was the girl that every other woman sneered at. My hair was never right, or my body was always the wrong shape. And even though David loved me, that didn't make all the other issues any easier.

  The shrill sound of my cell phone cut through my silent contemplation making me jump. I hurried back to the kitchen and scooped it up off the counter. David's number was highlighted and it made my heart flip.

  "Hi." I said, answering the call.

  "Hello, gorgeous." The sound of his voice as it growled over the words made the hairs lift on the back of my neck. It was as though he knew exactly what to say. I hadn't figured out how he always managed to do it. But any time I was feeling insecure he was there, his deep masculine voice whispering the exact words I needed to hear.

  "What do you want to do about dinner tonight?"

  His voice slid across my skin like honey, reminding me of the night he had done just that... Coating my breasts in honey before licking it off... The little trail down across my stomach to my...

  I stopped. Forcing my mind to shut off its rambling. I was already breathing harder simply thinking about what David had done to me. He must have realised what had happened because as I cleared my throat in an attempt to regain control of my mind and body, all I could hear down the phone was his very male laughter.

  "Do you want to stay in tonight? We could get takeaway?" I finally managed to speak. My voice was a little hoarse with desire but not too much.

  "Sounds good to me... I'll be finishing up here soon and catching the flight back." There was a pause on the other end of the line and I wondered whether he had been cut off. "I missed you, Carrie."

  Those four simple words made my heart catch. He missed me. I knew it was stupid but it made me want to dance around the kitchen in my bare feet. After everything that had happened between David and me it was still so new and exciting to hear him tell me how he felt. I was sure it was something that I would never grow tired of.

  "I missed you too..." I shut up immediately in an attempt to keep the eagerness from my voice. Every magazine I read said I shouldn't be too available or eager. Personally I found it completely stupid. When you loved someone how could you be too eager? Was there even such a thing? But it was an idea so ingrained in me that I still took the advice.

  David chuckled again. The sound once more throwing my mind back to a moment we had shared on the kitchen counter I was currently leaning against. It made my knees tremble and I felt hot all over. He had been gone for two nights... It was clearly two nights too long.

  "I'll see you very soon, gorgeous." And then he was gone. He never waited for me to say goodbye. It was something that intrigued me about him. Why did he never want to hear me say goodbye to him? He didn't strike me as the superstitious type so that couldn't be it.

  Flipping the phone shut I practically skipped into the bedroom and pulled the wardrobe door open. I was still in my office outfit and I had a feeling that it wasn't something that I wanted David to greet me in. I wanted to remind him what he had missed while he was away.

  I pulled several pieces of lingerie type outfits from the closet and laid them out on the bed. It was a strange feeling to know that just a few months ago I wouldn't have had the confidence to wear any of the lacy pieces laid out in front of me. But I knew David adored my body. It was far from perfect but in his eyes I was beyond perfect. It was a heady experience to have a man worship you, especially when you didn't see what he saw every time you looked in the mirror.

  I chose a matching set of lacy briefs and black baby-doll. I knew how it would look on. I had chosen it for an occasion specifically like this one. It was also the first piece of lingerie I had ever bought. Well real lingerie anyway. Bras and knickers didn't really count, they were something I wore regardless of the occasion.

  Tugging my blouse off over my head and slipping my skirt down over ample hips I let my clothes pool on the floor as I headed into the bathroom. I flicked on the faucet and waited for the water to heat up as I examined myself in the mirror. It was something that David had started encouraging me to do. Normally he stood with me and pointed out everything he loved about my body. It was always the parts of my body that I hated the most.

  But today he wasn't here. I tried to imagine his voice as he ran his fingers across my skin. The way his lips would caress my neck as he punctuated every word with little kisses. It was pointless, without him all I saw were flaws.

  Shaking my head I climbed into the shower and let the water wash away my doubts. David loved me, he loved the way I looked and he knew every inch of my body intimately. In the same way I knew every inch of him. I shivered as I thought of what we would do when he came home.

  I caught sight of the shackles on the wall and a tremor of desire thrilled through me. Every time he pinned me, chained me so that I was utterly helpless, it awakened something within me. Something deep and primal. My body understood him, knew what he would do to me. Knew what he should do to me. I was his, submissive to his every whim and desire. No matter what he wanted to do to me, I trusted him and that was beautiful. That feeling of being able to completely surrender to someone else, without fear of doubt.

  I cut the water off and let the droplets drip from my skin onto the floor of the shower. I stood there for a few minut
es completely lost in my own thoughts. Shaking myself I pulled myself back out of my own thoughts, there would be plenty of time for that later. My skin was covered in goose-bumps as I stepped out of the shower stall and wrapped one of the thick towels around my body.

  ***

  The anticipation of waiting for David was almost too much for me. I had paced the floor at least a million times waiting for him. There was nothing on the television to interest me and I was far too excited to sit down and work.

  The moment I heard the key in the door I raced into the bedroom and positioned myself provocatively on the bed. Part of me thought it was a little daft but a larger piece of me didn't care. I wanted him and once he saw me I was certain he would want me.

  "Carrie?" His voice carried easily through the apartment.

  "In the bedroom..." I tried to make my voice as sexy sounding as possible but it was impossible. It still sounded like me, the very unsexy me.

  David popped his head in around the door and my heart skipped a beat. He was stunning, in a way that suggested he had just fallen out of the pages of men’s health magazine. His eyes raked down across my body. Lingering on the swell of my breasts and the curve of my ass.

  I could see the desire in his gaze as his eyes returned to mine. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't even form the words. They refused to leave my mouth. Stuck on the tip of my tongue as he stalked towards me.

  He began shedding clothes the minute he stepped into the room. His jacket was the first thing to go, it hit the floor with a heavy swish of material. His shirt followed, exposing his hard abs and gorgeous chest. I wanted to run my tongue from the line of his throat down to the top of his trousers. I sat up, my legs sliding over the edge of the bed as he paused in front of me.

  "Did you have this planned all along?" He asked me, his voice husky with desire and need.

  I nodded, my throat was completely dry and no matter how many times I swallowed I couldn't shake the silence that had descended on me.

  David's hands wrapped into my hair, tugging my head back and forcing me to look up into his eyes. His other hand trailed a line of fire down my neck to the top of the baby doll I wore.

  "Answer your Master properly, Carrie."

  I opened my mouth to speak but all that left my lips was a croak. David tugged me to my feet, his lips crushing down on mine. I had tried to take control of the situation but from the moment he had arrived in the room I knew David held all the power. I was his, and we both knew it.

  He bit down on my full bottom lip, making me cry out in a combination of pain and desire. When he moved from my mouth to my neck I sucked in a deep breath. My nipples were hard and the material was only making it worse each time it scratched across them. I wanted David's mouth there instead. His lips, his tongue, his teeth...

  His lips moved down my neck to the edge of my collarbone and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I could feel his desire pressing against my stomach as he held me. All it served to do was make me more excited.

  His hands stroked down over my sides, pressing the sheer material in against my skin. It was maddening. I wanted skin on skin contact. Craved it. I needed to feel his hands on my skin, his body pressed to mine, with nothing between us.

  A frustrated sound tore from my lips and David paused. He lifted his face and stared down at me. I could see the dark desire that raged within him. He wanted to take his time. Tease me, push me to the edge of pleasure before finally granting me what I wanted. Everything was done on his terms.

  "We've spoken about this before, Carrie. Your impatience..." One of his hands wandered down the front of my body to my panties. He pressed his fingers against me making me squirm.

  "Yes, Master..." My voice was breathless and it trailed off as he pushed his fingers in past the lace of my knickers to the very centre of my body.

  He toyed with me. His fingers dancing along the edge of the entrance to my body. I moved, wriggling in an attempt to seek some sort of relief. I was sure that if he continued I would die of need.

  David's eyes darkened and he pushed me back onto the bed. He moved quickly, the silver cuffs closing over my wrists before I even had a chance to complain. He turned me onto my face, pushing a pillow beneath my hips, lifting my ass into the air. I was presented before him. Vulnerable and exposed.

  I quivered with anticipation. When his hand came down on my ass I jerked upwards. My back bowing in the middle as I lifted my face off the bed. A small cry of pain leaving my lips. But it wasn't real pain. The pain bloomed in skin making me tremble even more. But I was trembling with need. I wanted him to spank me. Wanted to feel the shock of his hand against my skin. We had played this game before and I knew the intense pleasure it brought out in me.

  His hand came down on my ass again and I bit my lip. With his free hand he slipped one finger inside my dripping sex. Pushing it deeper into me as he spanked me again, drawing a shaky cry from me. He pushed another finger into me as he continued to spank me. Each slap that he rained down on my ass grew steadily harder as he moved his fingers in and out of me.

  Tears ran down my cheeks as the pleasure built within my body. A pleasure that only David could create within me. He chased me to the edge, the spirals of pleasure steadily growing inside me. Until there was a dead stop. He withdrew his fingers from me and halted his spanking.

  I was so close, my body practically hummed with desire. I tried to stay still. I wanted him inside me when I came. I wanted to feel his shaft fill me, complete me. The thought alone was enough to edge me closer to an orgasm.

  David leaned down over me. I hadn't noticed him finish getting undressed. My mind too preoccupied by the throb low in my belly. His breath tickled across my skin as he pressed his lips against my ear. I could feel his shaft between my legs. The hard length of him teasing me as he moved.

  "What do you want? Tell me what you want, Carrie." His voice was strained. I could hear the tension that ran through him, it seemed holding back wasn't just difficult for me.

  "I want you... inside me..." I whispered the words. David's hand tangled in my hair as he lifted my face away from the bed.

  "Say it louder. I want to know how much you want it."

  "I want you inside me!" I practically screamed the words.

  David didn't waste any time. His strong hands wrapping around my waist as he flipped me over onto my back and plunged into me. The feel of him inside me made me cry out. A long ragged scream of desire as an orgasm crashed into me. David's hands cupped my face as he moved in and out of me. The steady stroke of him quickly building wave after wave of pleasure within me.

  Feeling him take me was almost too much to handle. My body felt like one giant nerve ending. Every time I thought I was going to be able to catch my breath another wave of pleasure hit me and sucked me under. The constant spasms within my belly quickly pushing David to the edge of his control. His strokes changing to a more frenzied pace.

  I dug my nails into his back as he called my name and exploded within me. His warmth quickly flooding through my body. Filling me with that familiar feeling of being claimed. I was his and equally he was mine.

  Panting I collapsed beneath him, my arms giving out, refusing to hold me upright anymore. I felt like a limp rag doll, my body rang out with the subsiding spasms of pleasure. Each time David's hands stroked down across my frenzied skin I quivered. My body unable to take anymore of the heat from his touch.

  "You tempt me far too much..." David's voice was warm it poured across my skin like honey. Dripping onto my skin and making me glow.

  "I thought that was my job?" I teased, turning around to face him.

  His eyes were dark but I could tell that he was content, happy even. Lying in his arms was the safest place in the world to be. It was my haven. No matter what else happened, knowing I had David to come back to was one of the things that made life so wonderful.

  "You're very good at your job." He leaned into me, his lips brushing softly over mine. His breath fan
ned across my face and I let my eyes slide closed. When he kissed me, it was different to the first time. This was David taking his time, exploring me. Enjoying the feel of my mouth against his, the curve of my body beneath his touch. I was like putty in his hands.

  When he pulled back from me his steady assured smile was back in place. He knew what he could do to me only too well. Some women would complain that I was giving up all of my power to the man lying in the bed beside me. But what they didn't realise was, it was an even trade. Sure I let him have whatever he desired from me. I couldn't deny him anything, but I also didn't want to. I adored what he did to me, the way he made me feel and the feeling of such pure safety and love. I trusted him one hundred percent, in the same way he trusted me. He knew and understood my body. Sometimes better than I did myself, which I often found baffling. But it was worth it.

  "I've got a surprise planned for you." He caressed the side of my face with the barest tip of his fingers.

  I perked up in the body, propping myself up on one elbow as I gazed into his eyes.

  "I've got a winter chalet, and I was hoping you might want to spend some time there with me this weekend... That's if you have no other plans?"

  I started to laugh and shook my head. "No plans other than long prolonged periods of time in bed with you."

  Pulling me into his arms he tugged me over onto his body. "That sounds like a pretty good plan to me. But when we're up there I have some people that I want you to meet."

  I paused and watched his expression. He was completely guarded and try as I might I couldn't read him. It was frustrating to see him like this. One minute utterly open, and the next completely closed off to me. It made reading, and understanding him almost impossible.

  "Like who?"

  "Just some business associates and friends." David's expression remained guarded.

  It made me nervous.

  Pulling out of his grip I sat up in the bed and pulled the sheet around my body. David withdrew his hands from me and didn't try to hold onto me. He didn't stop me as I moved to the edge of the bed and sat watching him. He merely kept his gaze steady on mine. Watching me with his unreadable expression.