Billionaire Blackmail (My Billionaire Boss #5)

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Someone has uncovered Delilah's past and is using the information to blackmail her. Will she reveal all to Jackson Stone, mercurial billionaire, and risk losing him? Or will the past come back to bite them both? 
This is the fifth part of the "Billionaire Boss" series by Emily Cantore and is 7000 words long.



EXCERPT:

"Can you see?" he asked from somewhere behind me.

"No, sir," I said. No light was getting through at all and without my sight my other senses seemed to magnify.

"Wait," commanded Mr. Stone.

"Yes, sir," I said.

I heard him move behind me, a rustle of fabric on fabric but then nothing else. If anything, the man was preternaturally quiet. I focused on calming my breathing, feeling my heart slowing down and the pounding rush of blood in my ears fade away.

To my right I heard a soft clink of metal on glass and then the rattle of ice-cubes. Was he making a drink?

"Take off your clothes," Mr. Stone whispered in my ear and I almost screamed. I managed to bite my lip in time to stop myself.

"Yes, sir," I said and reached down to unbutton my jeans. I pushed off my shoes and after a momentary struggle with my very tight jeans, slid them down my hips and off, taking my socks with them. It wasn't cold in the room but when the air hit my wet underwear, I felt a chill.

"Faster," Mr. Stone whispered in my ear again. I couldn't hear where he was over my own body going crazy but then I felt him behind me, felt his fingers trail over my ass and down to the wetness between my legs. I moaned as he pressed his fingers against me before he stepped away and was gone again.

I unbuttoned my top and dropped it beside me before my bra followed. Finally I slipped my underwear off and dropped them to the floor. I kept closing and then opening my eyes under the blindfold as though I'd suddenly be able to see something but I was in complete darkness.

I heard another clink of metal on glass to my right and then a scraping sound. I felt a rush of bumps flood up my arms with every new sound. What was Mr. Stone doing? I heard another clink of glass before he spoke again.

"Two steps forward."

"Yes, sir."

I took two steps and then stopped, now trying to remember the layout of the room and what was in it. There were tables and all sorts of sex toys all over the place. Half the things I had no idea what they did.

"Reach down and feel the bench in front of you. Turn around and sit down."

"Yes, sir," I answered and reached down. My fingers touched a soft warm surface with a firmness underneath. I ran my hands outwards and around and felt it was about twice as wide as me. Not a bed but a bench with a soft covering. Using my hands to guide me, I sat down on it.

"Now lay back and put your hands above you, little slave," Mr. Stone said.

I lay back on the bench, feeling the warmth of the material against my back. As I raised my hands above my head I felt Mr. Stone's strong hands grab my wrists and he pulled me back, sliding me further up the bench. I felt two leather bands clasp around my wrists, locking my arms in place.

I heard a single footstep and then he was gone again. I strained my ears to hear where he was and felt like my whole body was vibrating with the effort. I heard a soft scrape of glass from across the room.

Then his lips. Hot, burning. His mouth enclosing my nipple, a tiny trickle of hot liquid running down the side of my breast. I gasped and heard him swallow. In the darkness I could smell hot green tea. I heard a soft sip of liquid and then Mr. Stone's burning mouth covered my other nipple. It heat rushed through me and as his teeth grazed against my breast, I moaned.