Free In Service To The Billionaire by Heather Chase Page B

What if she was clingy or shitty to him? Then he would be stuck with having to give her a ride or waiting for a taxi that she might not even be willing to take.
    The only way to convince him of the purity of her intentions was to go along with everything he said.
    And this worked out anyway, as doing every last little thing he said was exactly what Sophia wanted.
    He lived in Class Towers, an enormous living complex that boasted homes to the city’s richest people—of whom Sand was, of course, at the very tip-top.
    She followed his car into the garage through a series of three tall, imposing metal gates and she—not having the proper identification—was stopped by guards at each gate. It was only due to Sand that she was able to make it inside at all.
    Parking next to him, she marveled at the opulence of the garage. It was air-conditioned, with tile floors and ornate light-fixtures hanging down from the ceiling. High definition video-cameras were posted on every pillar and wall.
    When she exited her car, Sand was there—and slipped a strong hand around her waist. Pulling her into himself, he kissed her firmly, and all her worries and thoughts dissipated. When he pulled away, she slid her hand across his handsome face, admiring all the strong, noble features there, the crooked lines of his nose. She had to bite her lip to keep from pouncing into his arms.
    “I appreciate you waiting like you have,” he said. “And coming here. I like to keep certain aspects of my life separate from others, you understand.”
    She nodded fervently. “Yes, Sir.”
    He smiled, rubbing his thumb along her cheek and then her lip. Moaning, she pushed her face against his touch, wanting to feel it harder, deeper.
    “When I first met you, I thought you were rather willful.”
    Kissing his thumb, sliding one plush lip over his nail, she said, “When I first met you, I didn’t realize you were the kind of man who deserved to break my will.”
    His grip around her waist slid down and became tight around her ass. Her breath caught—he gripped so hard! His hands, so large and strong, could control her motion entirely. The thought made her pussy pulse with heat.
    “So,” he said. “It’s not just anybody that gets to have you?”
    Her hair shifted sexily as she shook her head. “Only the really, incredibly, alarmingly sexy and dominant types.”
    He smiled. “And being rich doesn't hurt, I suppose?”
    Uncertainty swelled in her for a moment—this seemed like a test. The best response, she decided quickly, was just to tell him the truth. “I suppose it's nice, yes. But to tell you the truth, I wouldn't care if you lived in the back of an alley, so long as you dominated me.”
    Leaning in, he kissed her—long and sweet. His hands pushed through the long hot tangle of her dark hair. Her breasts, so full and heavy, crushed against his muscled chest.
    “Good answer,” he said.
    Taking her by the hand, he led her to the elevator. As they waited inside, the elevator slowly ticking up room by room, he slipped his hand under the skirt of her dress. With two fingers, he pressed hard against her thin panties. Juices from the hot, wet folds of her pussy dripped down onto his fingers.
    Sophia moaned with need, clutching his suit tightly. “Right here, please?” she begged him. “Fuck me right here?”
    His fingers entered her entirely. She could see the need on his face—and hoped she saw the same on hers.
    “A good girl waits,” he said, pushing harder and deeper up onto her pussy. “A good girl...obeys.”
    She nodded, panting and moaning even more. “A good girl obeys , Sir.”
    As frustrating as it was to wait, she couldn’t believe how much it turned her on to do so, knowing she was obeying. All her fantasies, all her desires coming true right now! Her breaths felt like they were too slow and too fast, both, shuddering with every exit and not coming nearly fast enough to keep her head from spinning.
    Her lips fell against his