Once he stuffed himself back into his pants and he got his clothes all situated, he grabbed the blindfold and told Billy to turn around.
"Why do I have to put the blindfold back on?" She questioned quietly. She was a little confused since they were already there and she hadn't even taken a moment to look at the scenery as they were driving there. She knew no way to get home and actually didn't want to know her way around his home, she wanted to know him.
He gripped her hair in his hand and yanked her head back so that he could look into her eyes. "I've already ignored the fact that you're speaking, don't start questioning me, just do as I say, that's what I paid you for."
She let out a small gasp at the pain, but the wetness between her legs began to flood her underwear and she dug her fingers into the leather. She wanted him to bend her over the seat and to tear his way into her body; she wanted him to fuck her like an animal. She desperately wanted him to feel her from the inside out and bit her lip against the images flashing through her mind. He brought his mouth down to her ear and asked, "Do you understand me?"
She let out a small whimper and gave him a jerky nod. He released her hair and brought the blindfold up once again and she let him engulf her in darkness. Her senses became heightened and she waited for whatever may come next. She heard the car door open and felt cool air hit her face, "open the other door please, Harold."
"Of course sir, sorry sir."
"It's fine Harold, just do as I ask."
He gripped her hair in his hand again, and when she next heard the door open it was behind her. She felt a small tug on her hair as he pulled her out the door behind him. She was nearing the edge of her seat and felt him slow down so she had enough time to exit behind him without falling.
"Take off your shoes, I don't want you falling." She kicked off her heels and felt her feet press against the cool smooth pavement of his driveway. "Harold will get your shoes, come on."
He tugged gently on her hair and she turned around and followed as he led. She stumbled once or twice on her way up the stairs to the front door, but other than that she made it without incident. He pulled the blindfold off and watched her as she took in her surroundings. She stood in one of the grandest houses that she had ever seen and gazed at art that cost more than what he was paying her. Her palms began to itch and she started to feel nervous. What if he let her roam the house at one point and she broke something, she didn't want to become indebted to him instead of hired by him. She didn't want to piss him off, she was no stranger to being spanked, but he seemed as if he would do much more to her. She shook her head slowly and backed up towards the door, she wasn't so sure about this anymore. His hand shot out and grabbed hers; he pulled on her and dragged her till she was fully pressed against his body. He was rock solid again, and he looked like he wanted to eat her.
She was engulfed in his smell, his clean, spicy, sexy smell. She wanted another taste of what he had to offer. She let her free hand scratch down his back slowly and she let her hand grip his ass. He growled gently and yanked her hair back and licked her lips. Her eyes glazed over and she started to pant.
"Be a good kitten and go start walking up those stairs. I'll be right behind you."
She began to climb the stairs with him behind her. She could feel the heat of his gaze again, but this time it was centered on her ass. She let her hips sway a little bit more and lifted her knees a little bit higher than necessary when climbing the steps. She hoped that this was getting him as hot as it was getting her because she seriously was ready to be fucked. She needed it more than her next breath. Once she reached the landing of the stairs she made to turn around but she felt his arm wrap around her stomach keeping her back pressed to his front. His other hand trailed up over her thigh, her hip, past her waist and it tickled softly against her breast before he gripped her throat.
He left his hand there against the smooth skin of her neck and let his thumb tickle just below her ear. She started to get nervous again and tried breaking his hold on her waist. He gripped her throat a little tighter and flexed his fingers a little. The hard lump in his pants was very prominent against her ass and she sighed at the feel of him. Her nervousness changed into something else entirely. His hand around her throat made her feel primal, she began to grind her ass against him and sway her hips back and forth. His hold on her throat relaxed and he began to stroke the skin below her ear again. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and stood on her tippy toes to kiss his jaw line. She then relaxed again and began to dance the only way she knew how. He didn't relax the arm around her waist, if anything he held her tighter. She ground herself against his pants and leaned forward slightly so that he could feel her heat. She started to lift her hips up and down and arched her back so that he could keep his hold on her throat.
Soon she wasn't dancing by herself anymore; his hips began to grind into hers. Her breath came in quick pants and his hand let go of her throat to take possession of her hair again. She leaned over more and pushed back into him even harder and felt his cock rub across her clit. It was like lightening through her body. She let out a long breathy moan and started to push back even harder and her movements became erratic. She felt him take a step back and followed him to keep applying the same pressure. He took another step back and followed him again, she felt his body jerk and heard him gasp as he took another jerky step and let go of her hair and her waist. She was confused at the loss of his body heat and turned around to see him fall flat on his ass on the stairs, one hand out to brace himself and the other gripping the handrail.
The look on his face was priceless, his hard, cocky mask had cracked and he looked bewildered and frightened. His knuckles were white against the handrail and he was panting from the rush of adrenaline and what they had been doing on the landing.
She giggled a little at his face and extended her hand out to him.
"Sorry about that," she giggled. "Lemme help you up."
He remained where he was a second longer and rolled over as gracefully as he could. His stomach was pressed to the stairs and got a perfect view of his fine ass in those damned pants. He swung his legs around until he was sitting on the step and then lifted himself to his feet. He stood up and turned to look at her, with a cocky grin on his face but the hardness was back in his eyes.
"Let's go." He strode past her and made a right turn to go down the hallway. She followed him without a word, her body was on fire and she would've bet all the money he was giving her that he felt the same way.
They came to the end of the hallway where there were large double doors that took up the entire wall. He turned to the wall just on the right of those doors and opened a single small door. He walked into the room first and held the door open for her.
When she walked in he shut the door behind her and gave her a second to take in her surroundings. This room was twice as large as her small apartment with a bed that was just as big as her bathroom. There were large bay windows that looked out over the land behind his house and a vanity with a small wooden stool. The walls were a rich purple and the ceiling and floor were a pristine white.
She walked around the room quietly and took in her surroundings. There was a bathroom attached to her room and that was just as expansive as the room itself. The floor was white tile and the counters were made of white marble. She walked over to the shower and gazed at it through the clear glass door.
