Billionaire Bond: My Billionaire Boss, Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

Her billionaire boss Jackson Stone punished Delilah and then swore he'd never lose control again. So far he has kept his word... But a late night at the office turns to much more when a vicious storm rolls in and in a cave-man moment he hoists her over his shoulder and carries her to his car. Delilah knows she should keep away from him but she can't control her feelings and when the storm pushes them to his mansion, she doesn't protest. Jackson Stone was number #1 on her most-hated list because of what his company did to her home-town but when she sees through a chink in his armor to the man inside, she can't hold herself back any longer. This is the second part of the "Billionaire Boss" series by Emily Cantore and is 8015 words long. EXCERPT: "You shouldn't be here. It's not safe," he said. He swallowed half his scotch and glanced up at me. He looked like he was about to say something else but then he just let out a frustrated breath and sat back in his chair. I walked around the lounge with his eyes following my every step. I stopped out of arm's reach and looked down at him. "Why isn't it safe?" I said, trailing my fingers down my body. He followed every touch as I brushed my fingers down my collarbone, across my breasts and down my curves. I saw him look down at the red lips printed on his shirt and a look of immense pain swept across his face. "I ... I want you to punish me," I said, and turned on the spot. The robe was short already and like my skirt from earlier in the day it seemed to want to ride up at any moment. I knew he could see the bottom curve of my ass. I faced him and almost started at the look in his eyes. If I thought he'd looked hungry before now he looked like he'd consume me whole. I saw he was gripping the arm of the chair with his free hand. The other was around his glass, the ice-cubes gently clinking as he breathed heavily. "You have no idea who I am," he said finally. I stepped away from him and around the table, closer to the fire. I could feel the heat radiating through the silk robe and when I looked down the robe was see-through, lit from behind. I reached down to the edge of the fire and picked up a tiny piece of cold charcoal in my fingers. I brought it up to the robe and smudged a dot over my left nipple. "Oops, I'll have to take this off," I said and slipped out of the robe. It slid to the floor and then I was there in front of him, completely naked. I threw the coal into the fire and stepped towards him. He had put his drink down and was now clutching the arms of the chair with both hands. All I could hear was his breathing as his eyes roamed up and down my body. I leaned forward and reached out with my hand to press a dot of charcoal against the front of his pants. For a moment I felt his hard cock under my finger and when I pulled my hand back he suddenly grabbed my wrist. He stood up, holding my wrist in his hand, a wild look in his eyes. "You'll have to take them off," I whispered.

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction ... except when they're not.