Free Dominated by Him: Servicing the Billionaire, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Adriana Rossi Page B

hands clenched at his sides as if he was imagining them
around her throat.
    Feigning a look of embarrassment, Mary pushed
back her chair. “Oh, I’m so sorry Mr. White. I forgot about
your allergy.” She went to each window and closed the shades
completely, smiling broadly at Mr. White’s furious face.
    With all the sunlight blocked, Mr. White
edged into the room, his nostrils flaring. “Let’s begin.”
    As he sat down next to her, Mary nervously
smoothed over her skirt.
    “Mr. White, as you know, we have been
fortunate this quarter with a 50% increase in profits in several
territories,” the senior director of sales operations began as the
slideshow on the projector came to life.
    Mary tuned out his voice as she felt a
shock—a male, callused hand was running up her crossed legs under
the table. The hand slipped under her skirt and gripped her upper
thigh in a painful hold. His fingernails dug into her skin and Mary
knew that she would have bruises later. She bit her lip and didn’t
cry out. She didn’t dare look at him. The message was clear: Mr.
White was furious. Although it was painful, it made her pussy heat
with anticipation. He would surely punish her for this, but the
pleasure was all in the pain.
    As the meeting ended, Mary gathered her notes
and stood with the intention of typing up the notes.
    “Miss Kramar, Where do you think you’re
going?”
    The joyful mood that preceded the end of a
successful quarter evaporated with Mr. White’s cold voice. Everyone
turned to look at her as last words of conversation in the room
fizzled out.
    Despite her excitement, Mary quailed under
his anger. “I was going to type these notes, sir.”
    “I want you to go to my office and stay there
until I’m done here.”
    A faint tinge of pink rose in her cheeks as
she nodded and left the conference room.
    * * *
    Mary spun around in the chair as the door
opened. She shot up from the chair as Mr. White emerged from the
door and took long, quick strides towards her. His hair swung
wildly around his face, and his fangs protruded from his lips. It
was scary. Unable to control her fear, she uttered a little scream
as he descended upon her.
    His arm pinned her body to his chest in a
forceful embrace. Her head was jerked backwards as Mr. White
grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked. Mary found herself
looking directly into Mr. White’s smoldering gaze.
    “Is this what you want?” he growled in her
face, his inch long fangs looked deadly from this angle. “You
humiliated me in front of my associates. You wanted to provoke me,
and you have—you stupid girl.”
    The venom in his voice made her flinch—but it
was true. Even trapped in his painful hold, she wanted him to own
her, to make her cry out, to fuck her until her sex was sore. What
she wanted was so tantalizingly close that her pussy was soaked
with arousal. Having neglected to wear panties, it dripped down her
thighs.
    His nostrils flared. “I can smell your need
for me, but why should I give you what you want?”
    His fingers snapped open her blouse and began
to tease her, his fingers just brushing the top of her breasts. But
then he seized her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pinching
hard with his thumbnail.
    “Ah!”
    His breathing was getting heavier, and Mary
knew that he would not be able to stop himself from taking her. She
seized the back of his head and thrust her neck into his face.
    “Stop,” he whispered. He pulled away
slightly, but could not get the smell of her blood out of his nose.
His lips touched her carotid artery, the pulse beating against his
skin. His nose nuzzled her flesh and his tongue darted out briefly
to taste her.
    His quick breaths in her ear made her pussy
clench. It was intoxicating to know how much power she held over
this man. Her hand slid down the length of his body and rubbed over
his hardened erection. She gave it a gentle squeeze.
    That was a mistake. He yanked on her hair so
that she moaned and bit her neck