All Chapters of Hot & Owned: Billionaire Edition(erotica collection) : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Protected Possession Chapter 9: I lay on the bed for what felt like hours after the last gunshot faded. The room was quiet now. Too quiet. My heart still raced. Cum kept slowly dripping from my pussy onto the sheets in thick sticky trails. My thighs were coated. My asshole felt tender and open from earlier. The collar sat snug around my neck. Every swallow reminded me who I belonged to. The door finally opened. Dominic stepped in. He looked tired but strong. Blood streaked his shoulder and one arm. His shirt was torn. Gun still in his hand. But his eyes found me immediately. Dark. Possessive. Relieved. It is done, he said. Voice low and rough. He closed the heavy door behind him. Locked it. Set the gun on the nightstand. I sat up slow. The sheet slipped off my naked body. I did not bother to cover up. He had seen every inch of me already. Used every inch. Are the feds gone? I asked. Gone or dead. Ramirez is in the basement. My men are handling the rest. No one will come fo

Corporate Conquest Chapter 2: I showed up at Damien Kane’s office at exactly 6 p.m. The rest of the floor was almost empty. Most people had already gone home. Only a few lights stayed on in the distance. My heart beat hard in my chest as I stood outside his door. I had changed into the red skirt he mentioned in the boardroom. It was shorter than I usually wore to work. No bra. No panties. Just like the new rules said. My nipples rubbed against the silk of my blouse with every step and my pussy felt exposed and already a little wet. I knocked once. Come in. His voice was deep and calm. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Locked it without being told. Kane sat behind his massive desk. Jacket off. Sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms. The city lights glowed behind him through the big windows. He looked up from his laptop and let his eyes move slowly over my body. Good. You followed the first rule. Red skirt. No bra. No panties. Turn around slowly. I turned in

Corporate Conquest Chapter 4: I walked into the main meeting room at 10:30 a.m. sharp the next morning. My gray skirt hugged my hips and stopped just above my knees. No panties underneath. No bra. My nipples rubbed against the thin fabric of my blouse every time I moved. Damien Kane had sent a message at 8 a.m. telling me to attend the quarterly strategy meeting and to follow all rules. The room was full. Twelve senior executives sat around the long table. Kane sat at the head again. He looked calm and powerful in his dark suit. When I entered his eyes met mine for a second. A small dark smile touched his lips. I took my usual seat halfway down the table. As soon as I sat down I felt the cool air on my bare pussy. I pressed my thighs together but it only made me more aware of how wet I already was. Kane started the meeting. His voice was steady as he went through numbers and projections. Everyone listened carefully. I tried to focus on the slides but my mind kept drifting to las

Corporate Conquest Chapter 6: I arrived at Damien Kane’s office the next evening at exactly 6 p.m. My navy skirt was the shortest one yet. It barely covered the bottom of my ass when I walked. No bra. No panties. My nipples had been hard all day from rubbing against my blouse. My pussy stayed wet and sensitive. Every step reminded me I was bare under the skirt and still leaking a little from last night’s overtime. I knocked once. Come in. I stepped inside and locked the door. Kane was sitting behind his desk. He looked up and let his eyes move slowly over my body from head to toe. Good girl. Navy skirt. No bra. No panties. Come stand in front of my desk. I walked over and stopped right in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and studied me. Lift your skirt. Show me that cunt. I pulled the navy skirt up to my waist. My bare pussy was completely exposed. Puffy lips. Already glistening with wetness. A thin string of my juices hung between my thighs. Kane smiled slowly.

Corporate Conquest Chapter 8: The car pulled into the private underground garage of Kane’s building. My legs were still shaky from the elevator and the ride. Cum was still leaking slowly from my pussy, making my inner thighs sticky. The black skirt felt too short now. Every movement reminded me I was bare underneath and full of him. Kane helped me out of the car. His hand stayed possessively on my lower back as we walked to the private elevator. Once the doors closed he pushed me gently against the wall. Lift the skirt again. I pulled it up around my waist. Kane dropped to one knee and spread my legs. He leaned in and licked one long slow stripe up my cum-filled pussy. His tongue scooped some of his own load and brought it to my mouth in a deep kiss. Taste how well I filled you, he murmured against my lips. The elevator opened directly into his penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the sparkling city below. Modern furniture. A large desk in the corner that looked like a s