Bound by Duty: Servicing the Billionaire Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Adriana Rossi Page A

made a loud popping sound when he released her nipple. It was red and raw. Mr. White looked up at her, his tiny fangs protruding from his lips.
    “Tell me that you don’t want this.”
    “I—I want it.”
    “That’s right,” he growled and gave her tits a little slap. Mr. White sat next to her and pulled off his tie. He reached over and slipped the tie over her head so that the tie was nestled between her breasts. Then he tightened it around her neck and held the tie like a leash. He yanked the leash, making her fall across his lap, face first.
    She lay awkwardly over his knees, her breasts pressing uncomfortably into his thighs. She felt him flip her skirt over her back and excitement bubbled in her stomach as he hooked his fingers under her panties and pulled them off her legs.
    His right hand spread over her exposed bottom and kneaded her ass with his knuckles. His hand slipped between the crease and down her wet slit. He slid his hands up and down, enveloping his hand with her arousal.
    “Look at you,” he mocked. “Wet and ready for me. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
    Mary was distracted by his antics and was not paying attention to what he said. “I—uh—”
    His hand slid away from between her thighs and came down hard on her ass. Mary shrieked in alarm as her flesh burned.
    “I asked you a question,” Mr. White’s authoritative voice boomed above her. “Are you a slut?”
    “Ow!” she screamed as his hand smacked her ass a second time. She clenched her buttocks together, and the warm burn spread deep inside her pussy. “Yes, I’m a sl ut!”
    “I know you are.”
    Another blow made her yelp, reddening the spots he’d hit before. The shock reverberated up the tight, eager channel that was ready for him.
    The fun ended when t he car stopped with a lurch . M oments later, the driver stepped out of the vehicle. Mr. White flipped her skirt back over her bottom as the door opened. Mary sat up awkwardly and pulled her panties back on. She searched for her blouse but remembered that Mr. White had destroyed it.
    Half-naked, she climbed out of th e town car in what seemed to be a fairly small parking structure. There was a myriad of expensive-looking cars, including the rare Audi R8. Mary whirled back to Mr. White. “You brought me to a public place,” she hissed.
    Their voices echoed in the cavernous room. “Don’t be silly, this is merely my parking garage.”
    A red corvette to her left caught her eye. “These are all your cars?”
    He said nothing, but gave her a look that implied she had asked a stupid question.
    Only her embarrassment kept her walking forwards, arms crossed over her chest. Mary imagined herself in the passenger seat of one of his c ars as he floored the gas pedal, racing through the busy streets.
    They entered an elevator. The air conditioned air cut through her naked skin like a knife. She shivered, rubbing her arms.
    Her antics had caught Mr. White’s attention. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
    “Thank you,” she said, inwardly surprised at the kind gesture. Curious, Mary looked at the hard line of his jaw and wonde red .
    He sensed her stare and returned her gaze, his face pinched into an expression that resembled regret. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior at work.”
    The elevator lurched upwards as Mary felt her stomach do back flips. Did her ears deceive her, or was he actually apologizing?
    “ I lose my temper when I am hungry. I do not feel normal unless I drink human blood. My desire for flesh consumes me and I’m afraid that I can be quite nasty when I deprived of it. ”
    The confession made her blood run cold. “Mr. White— ”
    “Matthew, please.”
    “Matthew,” the name rolled off her tongue awkwardly. “I don’t know what you are, but I want— ” she sighed. “I want to keep my job.”
    “Good.”
    The door hissed open and Matthew led her into the foyer. Mary marveled at his taste. Various oil paintings