The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1) (BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page A

kissing
my breast. “But know that the treatment you got today was but the tip of the
iceberg. Inside the studio, there are many more toys for us to explore.”
    “When will I
see you again?” I asked, hoping he’d say tomorrow.
    “Very soon,
I’d wager,” he smiled. “I expect I’ll be commissioning many pieces from you.
Maybe you can even finish up that portrait of me?”
    He laughed,
and I blushed. Damn it, Clarissa. Why did I have to draw that stupid portrait?
    Of course,
being a billionaire tycoon, Will soon had to leave to attend to some business,
giving me free range of the house. After introducing me to his servants, who
had just arrived, he encouraged me to start my painting, but said I didn’t have
to if I didn’t want to.
    He showed me
the large white marble bathroom with gorgeous glass bathtub before he left. As
he left, I laughed as I realized I was not sure exactly what his company did. I
noted that I’d need to learn everything I could about this man. About my man.
    I took a quick
bath after that, fingering myself to the memory of his cock. I nearly came
using the detachable showerhead, spraying warm water jets on my clit. I moaned
his name, and hoped the servants were not around. I spent the remainder of that
day inside the studio, this time working on my landscape for real. His servants
tended to me as they brought me exotic fruit drinks and sweet iced treats upon
my command.
    While
selecting which brush to use, I decided upon the one that had been in my pussy
and ass. Will Garrett would appreciate that. I smiled, as I painted everything
I saw from beyond the glass, driven by the excitement of what had just occurred
in the studio, hours before. Before long, the sun had set and the landscape was
utterly unlike the one I was painting.
    His driver
took me home.

Chapter 6
     
    On Monday
morning, I walked into the art gallery to see Mademoiselle sitting on my desk
once more, waiting for me.
    “Well,” she
asked, “how did it go? Was he pleased with your work? Are you still working on
it?”
    I kept a
knowing smile, as I strolled past her to my seat at the desk.
    “He was very
pleased, M’oiselle.”
    “Oh was he?
And what was mansion like?”
    “Can’t you
google it?”
    “The
interior,” Mademoiselle said, annoyance creeping into her voice. “What was the
interior like?”
    “I’ve actually
signed a non-disclosure agreement, so I can’t really discuss it with you at
this time.”
    Mademoiselle
hopped from the desk, and landed on her stilettos with a click. Today she
looked smaller than usual, a defeated expression on her face. She wished it
were her that went to the estate, I noted. Of course.
    “Will I be
able to see the piece at least upon its completion?” She asked, weakly.
    “Yes, perhaps.
But that will be up to Will.” I replied.
    “To Will? To
Mr. Garrett, you mean, right?”
    “Yes, Will. Or
Mr. Garrett. Whatever you wanted to call him.”
    The phone rang
in the office, Mademoiselle took one last look at me before she trudged to the
other room and answered the phone.
    I flipped open
my sketchbook and admired the sketch of myself. I though of what the girl
looking back at me had been through this weekend. I thought of Will Garrett’s
fat cock, and the succession of orgasms he’d given me, and finally the taste of
his cum. I looked at my own face, my wide eyes, my high cheekbones, and for the
first time, I thought I looked beautiful. I thought I looked right.
    Mademoiselle
emerged from the office, and I didn’t bother to hide the sketchbook.
    “It’s… Mr.
Garrett.” She said, meekly. “He wishes to speak to you directly regarding the
status of the piece you are working on.”
    “Oh, yes, one
moment,” I replied, taking one final lengthy look at my self-portrait. I noticed
from the corner of my eye, that Mademoiselle’s jaw dropped at my laissez-faire
attitude.
    “Here, hand me
the phone, Mademoiselle.” And she did.
    “Miss Drayer,
is that you?” Will asked me