Boxed Set: At the Billionaire’s Command – Vol. 1-3

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Author: Lucy Jones
etiquette, I took off my shoes and rubbed my aching ankles.
    Finally, I saw Daniel coming towards me. He seemed weary, bored and annoyed.
Was he going to reproach me for not behaving correctly? After leaving me on my own all evening? That would be the last straw.
    "The car is waiting for us," he said, offering me his arm.
    In the confined compartment, there was silence. I was shattered and angry (and annoyed that I didn’t dare express the reasons for my irritation). He was inaccessible, taciturn and filled with an inexplicable anger.
After a while, when I couldn’t take the atmosphere any longer, I tried to break the ice.
    "I didn’t know you designed jewellery.
    "And what did you think of it?
    "Very beautiful, you are talented.
    "I know-"
    "And you know it."
Spontaneous irony. Tension dissipated. We laughed.
    It was late when we got back to the hotel. Daniel took me up to his suite, and as soon as we were in the bedroom he undid my dress without preamble.
    "Get undressed," he said matter-of-factly.
My hands were trembling and my breathing was shallow, but I decided to return his gaze. I let my dress slip down and removed my underwear. I felt self-conscious, but the desire I could see in his eyes made me more courageous.
    "What a beautiful sight," Miss Belmont.
He got undressed too, standing just a few metres away from me. Although intimidated, I have to admit that I was also terribly aroused. I raised my arms to remove my necklace.
    "No, keep the jewellery on. I want to fuck you with all your finery on," he said siting down in an armchair.
    "Come here," he murmured in his sultry voice.
    I was standing in front of him. He took hold of my hips and kissed my stomach. Then he raised his head towards me and looked me in the eyes while he spread my legs and gently introduced a finger into my wet vagina. My excitement was intensified by holding his gaze.
    "You are so receptive Julia. You have a sensual relationship to life which makes me want you, want to make you come over and over again."
    Daniel could reach a bedside table from the armchair he was sitting in. He opened a drawer and took out a condom.
    "Help me," he said, taking hold of my hands.
    "There. Like that…"
On my hands, I could feel the pressure of his hands. Under my hands, I could feel the power of his throbbing rod. My hands were willing prisoners.
    Daniel pulled me towards him, made me sit down and, with his hands around my waist, pushed my pelvis up and down. I could feel his penis deep inside me. I suddenly removed his hands, placed mine on his thighs, leaned backwards slightly and rocked at my own speed.
    "Oh Julia, I love the way you let yourself go so readily."
I began to utter small cries as I came closer to ecstasy. Then he said:
    "Stand up."
He stood behind me, positioned me facing the armchair, pressed down on my back so I bent over and placed my hands on the chair arms. He buried one hand in my hair and pulled on it as he penetrated me roughly. My neck was stretched and the necklace banged against my skin as he moved in and out, faster and faster, even faster, even deeper, even harder… Our bodies contracted with the convulsions of orgasm.
    I collapsed onto the thick carpet, feeling limp. Daniel leaned towards me.
    "Get dressed," he ordered matter-of-factly.

4. Insubordinate
    I stared incredulously at Daniel Wietermann. How could he be so indifferent after we had just shared such intimacy?
I was suddenly overcome with embarrassment. The way I had let myself go, my nudity, his sudden coldness… I wanted to disappear, wanted the ground to swallow me up. I gathered my clothes together quickly. But while I was clumsily getting dressed, my embarrassment was gave way to anger.
    "No, I won’t leave," I shouted angrily, although I felt terrified.
Daniel stared at me and his features tensed.
    "I will not tolerate any refusal on your part, Miss Belmont. I hope that is clear to you."
    "No. No, actually, it isn’t clear. Do you think you can use me and
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