The Billionaire's Pet by Loki Renard Page A

All she really knew was that the rush of shame following the pleasure was almost too much to bear. Her still heated swollen lower lips seemed like betrayers; her whole body had given her up in pursuit of pleasure.
    She ran the cold water tap and splashed a little on her face. “Get a grip, Ellie,” she lectured herself. “It was just sex.”
    She didn’t believe the lie for one second, but she had to hold to it, otherwise she was going to have to admit to herself the fact that she wanted nothing more to be curled up at Daniel’s feet, his fingers playing through her hair, his collar around her neck.
     
    * * *
     
    Awash in a maelstrom of emotions, none of which she could understand, Ellie did the one thing that always made things better—she worked, throwing herself into a series of meetings, all of which happened to take place out of the office and away from Daniel.
    The ploy worked for a week or so, but eventually he managed to catch her on the phone. She answered it without looking, caught in the middle of a pile of numbers that had stolen her attention and made her easy pickings.
    “Hello?”
    “Are you hiding from me, pet?” His voice came down the line warm and mellow, but with a hint of seriousness too.
    “Of course not,” Ellie said, lying through her teeth. “I’m just very busy right now, Daniel. Unlike some of us, I have to work for my money.”
    There was a brief silence, and then a low chuckle. “You need a spanking, don’t you, kitten.”
    She squirmed in her seat, glad that he could not see the effect his words were having on her.
    “Daniel, I have work to do.”
    “I will pick you up at your place, six o’clock tonight,” he said. “Be there, pet.”
    He disconnected the call before she could argue.
     
    * * *
     
    That evening, Ellie answered the door in the thickest, tightest pair of jeans she owned. Thick enough to save her from the worst of the sting if Daniel did end up taking her over his knee; tight enough that getting them off her would require her cooperation.
    “Hello, kitten,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “Planning a casual evening, were you?”
    “Can’t have caviar every night,” she replied. “Are you here to see me, or are you here to get your pound of flesh?”
    “And what pounds of flesh you have,” he winked, glancing at her bottom displayed to great advantage in the jeans. “I missed you, kitten,” he said as he closed the door behind him. “You’ve gone into hiding the last few days.”
    “I’ve been working,” she said flatly. “Do you want some wine?”
    She could feel his eyes following her rear all the way to the kitchen. Being in Daniel’s presence was exciting and invigorating and yes, she had missed him too.
    “There’s no need to look so scared, kitten,” he said, smiling as she glanced at him while pouring a glass of wine. “I’m not here to punish you. Unless there’s something you’ve been up to I should know about?”
    Ellie bit her lower lip and shook her head. No. There wasn’t anything he should know about. She slid the glass across the counter, keeping the solid object between them as some form of protection.
    “You really do seem quite guilty,” he said, ignoring the wine. His gaze swept over her and locked on her eyes, searing into her soul. “Tell me what’s going on with you.”
    “Nothing,” she said, taking a long sip of wine. “Just the usual routine.”
    “Mm-hmm.” His lips spread in a slow smile. “You are up to something, aren’t you? Are you going to tell me what it is, or would you rather I found out for myself and treated you accordingly?”
    A naughty little fizz of excitement lit itself in Ellie’s belly, but she managed to avoid the hip wiggle that would have given her away.
    “The latter, I see,” Daniel purred. “Well, I am sure whatever you have in store for me will be interesting.”
    “So you’re not here to punish me?”
    “I’m here because I wanted to see you,”