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  Submitting to the Billionaire – The Complete Series

  Submitting to the Billionaire

  Serena St Claire

  Copyright 2012 by Serena St Claire

  Smashwords Edition

  Table of Contents

  Seducing Sara

  One Night in Paris

  Forever His

  Seducing Sara

  Sara was just an ordinary girl in a lot of ways. She was 25 years old, single and getting ready for her first day of work, choosing a conservative skirt and blazer with a white blouse. It was a perfect go-to outfit for the first day, and she could find out how everyone else dressed without worrying about being too casual. Sara looked at herself in the mirror, and decided it was an acceptable outfit. She always got nervous when she started a new job, she needed the money and didn’t want to screw this up.

  Despite having a bachelor of arts, Sara had a very tough time finding a job after graduating, and the terrible state of the economy didn’t help. Not wanting to move back in with her parents, Sara eventually went to a temp agency, desperate for any sort of job. Now she was starting at Terringer International’s headquarters, one of the world’s largest manufacturers of auto parts. Sara had barely heard of the company before starting, but did her homework before her first day.

  The company was founded, run and owned by Mark Terringer when he was only 21 years old, 14 years earlier, spotting an opportunity in the market. During the 2000s, when most auto part manufacturers were focused on getting contracts with the domestic companies, Terringer International went overseas, and struck deals with the largest car manufacturers in Japan, South Korea, China and India. When the global financial crisis hit and domestic car manufacturers struggled, Terringer thrived.

  Now Sara was working as an office assistant in Terringer’s accounting division. Sara figured the term was probably a catch-all generic term for the person who got coffee, made photocopies and generally helped out with whatever basic office stuff needed to be done.

  Sara got into the elevator on the ground floor when she entered Terringer headquarters, who owned the entire skyscraper, 42 stories in the middle of Manhattan. She immediately noticed the tall, dark stranger behind her, with his jet black hair, expensive suit and eyes that looked like black pools that went down for miles. Sara secretly hoped he would get off with her, on the 15th floor, as one of the two people in the elevator had already pushed that button. “I’ve never met an accountant in my life who’s that good looking though, so I shouldn’t get my hopes up” she thought to herself, and sure enough, when the elevator reached the 15th floor, it was the short, plump, happy looking redheaded woman who got off with her. “Oh well” Sara thought to herself. “Maybe we’ll run into each other in the elevator again sometime.”

  Sara promptly put the handsome stranger behind her as she introduced herself, met her boss Kathleen (who just so happened to be the happy, short, plump redhead) and started learning how things were done at Terringer International. Sara spent the rest of the day learning about her new responsibilities. She met most of the staff she’d be working with, trying to commit names and faces to memory, as well as learning how the gigantic photocopier/fax machine/scanner worked. She was shown the computer network and got a basic lesson as to how it worked, although she was assured she wouldn’t need to use it too much.

  Finally, the day ended. Sara felt as though her head was full. It was definitely spinning. Despite only being a temp, everyone had been super nice to her. She was shown the company cafeteria where she could get lunch for free, the gym in the basement where she could work out after work, and even though she had no need for it, the daycare center on the first floor. Sara was already in love with this job, and it was only her first day.

  Then again, Sara thought to herself, at her last job she had to serve food for minimum wage while her creepy boss stared at her chest every time he spoke to her, so almost anything was going to be an improvement on that.

  Sadly, when she rode the elevator down to the ground floor, “Tall and Handsome” as she had nicknamed him, was not on it.

  Two days later, however, Sara rode the elevator with Tall and Handsome once again, and twice again later in the week. She always dared a small smile to him, but never once got the courage to talk to him. He was probably around 10 years older than her, and while he looked friendly, Sara was naturally quite shy. She had a boyfriend or two in the past, but they had always made the first move, and it had always gone slowly from there. Sara did, however, start wearing slightly more revealing clothing to work to flaunt her body, and started spending even more time than usual in the company gym.

  Sara came to love the secret encounters with Tall and Handsome. After a month of working at Terringer, she still had no idea where he worked, as he always went to a different floor when she got on the elevator, although never her own 15th. But, she still waited with anticipation every morning, lunch and evening when the elevator doors opened, hoping he would be there waiting for her. The more she saw him in the elevator, the more she wanted to speak to him, and the less her body would allow her to.

  Then one afternoon, three months after she’d started working at Terringer, things finally came to a head. Sara was going back up to work after having a light lunch in the cafeteria. She normally ate with a coworker, but as the tax forms for the quarter were due at the end of the week, most of the accountants were skipping their lunch breaks completely, working in overdrive mode to get everything completed in time. The elevator door opened, and Tall and Handsome was alone at the back, almost as though he was waiting for her. He smiled at her as she came in, and Sara actually dared let out a little “Hi!” that she thought came out way too high pitched.

  Tall and Handsome pressed the 15th floor button for her, and the doors closed. Suddenly, the elevator stopped. Sarah turned around and noticed that Tall and Handsome had pressed the emergency stop button. He suddenly came over and grabbed Sara’s wrists, pulling them up over her head. He leaned and kissed her. Sara gasped, this was completely unexpected.

  Tall and Handsome’s lips were soft, but strong. He slipped his tongue into Sara’s mouth, exploring her. Sara leaned into the kiss. This was so unlike anything she’d ever done before. She was making out with a complete stranger in an elevator, she didn’t even know his name.

  Tall and Handsome continued to kiss her, his soft lips seemingly devouring her whole, still holding her hands up. He took one hand and slid it down to her waist, and ran it up into her shirt. Sara moaned as Tall and Handsome reached her breasts, yanking down her bra and finding her nipple. Suddenly, he pinched Sara’s nipple, hard. She let out a small yelp, but the kiss muffled it. Tall and Handsome pinched her nipple again, and Sara let out another squeal, squirming slightly, but unable to move.

  Tall and Handsome moved his hands down from her nipples to her ass, squeezing her cheeks through her skirt as he continued to kiss her. Sara could feel herself getting wet, she knew her panties would be moist when she got off the elevator.

  Then, suddenly, Tall and Handsome stopped. He pushed the button again and the elevator raced upwards. When it got to the fifteenth floor, he told Sara “I think this is you” with a wink. Sara left, stunned. Those were the first words he’d ever said to her, and she had made out with him.

  Sara immediately went to the bathroom to think. She stood in front of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. “What on earth have you gotten yourself into girl?” she asked herself. Her hair was a little bit dishevelled, her lips red and engorged, her lipstick smudged. Sara grabbed some paper towel and tried fixing herself up so she looked presentable. She couldn’t
help but feel the moisture in her panties, a reminder of what had just happened. She also adjusted her bra back into place, rubbing her sore nipple that had just been pinched. Hard. “What the hell was up with that, anyways?” Sara thought to herself. She had never been with anyone that had done anything like that with her. All of her previous boyfriends were the soft, gentle type. Sara tried to hide it from herself, but she knew what she had felt. Having her nipple pinched had turned her on. A lot. Sara was confused. She patted her hair back into place, washed her face, and went back to work.

  For the next week, Sara didn’t see Tall and Handsome once. And every time she thought of him, she blushed at the thought that she made out with a complete stranger. After five days, Sara started wondering if she wasn’t going crazy, if she’d ever seen him at all or if she’d made him up completely.

  Then, on a Tuesday, Sara had to stay late. She didn’t mind too much, after all she was single and could use the overtime money. She was being given more and more responsibilities, increasing the odds that she would be offered a permanent job with Terringer after her initial contract was finished, and she was happy to do whatever she could to ensure that. Tonight, she was organizing reports on the computer network, assigning different reports to different people on the floor. Sara hoped this kind of work would eventually lead to a middle management role with the company, where she could start her real career.

  When 6 o’clock rolled around, Sara was the only person left on the 15th floor. She was concentrating so hard she didn’t hear the elevator doors open onto the floor. When he heard footsteps behind her, all of a sudden she jumped. She turned around to find Tall and Handsome standing 15 feet behind her.

  Sara didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say.

  “Sorry I haven’t been around. Business, you know how it is” he told her.

  “I... I didn’t notice” Sara lied, both of them immediately knowing that wasn’t true at all.

  Tall and Handsome laughed. “Well, I guess I thought too highly of myself then” he replied with a wink.

  “Why did you come here?” Sara asked.

  “I wanted to see you.”

  “I don’t even know your name.”

  “You can call me Mark.”

  “Is that your name?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then why not say “My name is Mark?””

  Mark laughed some more. It was a nice laugh. Sara wasn’t trying to be difficult, she was just nervous, and she knew when she was nervous she spoke too much, spoke without thinking.

  “Sorry” she meekly added.

  “No, it’s alright. If I’m honest, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first day I saw you in the elevator. And what is your name?”

  “Sara.”

  “That’s a beautiful name.” Sara didn’t know what to say in reply, so she kept silent.

  He stepped closer. Sara could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t tell what she felt. He was so mysterious. Part of her, the cautious part, wanted her to run away. Another part wanted to run straight into Mark’s arms. Mark. At least now she knew his name.

  Mark moved towards her. Sara didn’t resist. He came over and kissed her once again. He stood back and admired her body, causing Sara to blush, even though she was fully dressed.

  She finally looked up and saw a small smile on his face. “Now, I want you to get undressed for me.”

  Sara gasped. “What, here?”

  She was met with another one of those sexy smiles. “Yes, here. Right now.”

  “Oh, I couldn’t!” she exclaimed.

  “I think you can.”

  Thoughts rushed through Sara’s head. She could get fired for this. But he was so sexy. Someone could walk in on them. But it was late, the odds were pretty low. She had worked hard for this job.

  “I could get fired for this” she whispered.

  “Trust me, you won’t” came his reply. “Now take off your clothes.”

  Slowly, Sara slid off her blazer and put it on the chair. She unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, fumbling with the buttons. She realized her hands were shaking. Whether it was out of fear or excitement, Sara wasn’t quite certain.

  When she was down to her bra, Sara closed her eyes for a minute, pausing before reaching back and undoing the clasp. Mark was watching her and she could see the lust in his eyes. She undid the clasp and held her hands in place for a minute before finally going “what the hell” in her head and letting the bra fall to the floor.

  Sara could feel Mark staring at her breasts, and she looked away. She had a nice rack, her breasts weren’t huge or anything, but they were a good handful that fit very well on her slim frame.

  Sara could feel her face going red. She stood there, topless, frozen in place for a minute until finally Mark got impatient. “I said all your clothes” he told her. Sara reached to the side and slid down the zipper from her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Now the only thing hiding her most private areas was a thin black lace thong. Sara reached over and slid the thong down as well. She was now only wearing her heels. She reached over to undo the clasp, but Mark stopped her. “No, those you can keep on. My God, you’re even sexier naked” he told her.

  Sara blushed. She tried covering herself up in embarrassment, but a quick shake of the head from Mark convinced her to move her arms. She stood in her black heels, completely naked in front of this man she barely knew, in the middle of her office. Somehow, she felt herself getting turned on by the situation.

  Mark came over to her, the lust in his eyes evident.

  “I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never even dreamed of” he whispered in her ear as his hands made their way up her bare waist.

  Sara shivered with excitement. This was something she had never, ever done before. Mark’s hands made their way to her nipples once again. “Now, I know you loved it when I did this to you last time” he whispered softly into her ear, pinching her nipple once more, causing her to let out another yelp. “Did you like it?” he asked.

  Sara had no idea how he knew, but she thought it best not to lie. “Yes, yes I did.”

  Mark smiled. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a thin silver chain with small clips covered in rubber attached to the end. “Do you know what these are, Sara?” he asked. She shook her head.

  “They’re nipple clips. See these screws? The tighter I make the screws, the looser the clips go and the less it hurts when they get put on.”

  Sara watched in awe as Mark undid the screws completely, letting them fall to the floor. Surely he wasn’t going to use them on her, she thought.

  Mark came over and took her left nipple in his hand. He tweaked and teased it into a stiff peak, then looked at it like a proud laborer does with his handiwork. Mark took one of the clips and brought it to Sara’s nipple, causing her to gasp. “Oh no, you can’t!” she exclaimed. “Yes, you’re going to let me put this on you” Mark told her. Sara started breathing quickly. She saw him take those screws out so it would hurt as much as possible. She shut her eyes as Mark brought the clips over.

  “Open your eyes, watch me put this on you” he ordered. Reluctantly, Sara did as he asked. She had no idea why she was doing everything he wanted her to. It was as though she was no longer in control of her own body. She watched as he opened the clip, took her left breast in his hand and slid the clamp over her nipple before letting it go gently.

  Sara immediately felt the pain of the nipple clip run through her body. She let out a small moan, Mark allowing her to get used to the pain, rubbing her waist gently. After around 20 seconds, the sharp pain that had initially run through Sara’s body subsided, and was replaced with a more permanent dull throb. Just when she was getting used to it, Mark took her other breast and repeated the same thing, Sara having to experience the initial pain of the nipple clips once more.

  Finally, her two nipples throbbing, Sara was able to look past the pain. She realized her pussy was now soaking wet. She had no idea
why, the only thing that had happened was the clips put on her nipples. Was that all it took? Was it doing exactly what Mark wanted her to, not knowing what was coming next that was turning her on? “Oh I can’t believe I’m doing this” Sara thought to herself.

  “Do you like that Sara?” Mark asked her, watching her struggle with the pain.

  “I do, oh yes, I do” Sara replied. Mark smiled. “Well then, maybe I’ll give you something you’ll like even more.”

  With a twinkle in his eye, Mark took off his suit jacket and shirt, then removed his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. He was now just as naked as Sara. She gasped when she saw his cock pop out of his pants. Sure, she wasn’t the most experienced girl, sexually, but even she knew he was huge. Definitely bigger than any of the other men she’d ever been with.

  “That’s not going to fit inside me” she exclaimed without thinking.

  “Well, we’ll just have to make it fit, even if it hurts a bit then” Mark told her with a grin.

  “Go sit on that desk over there” he ordered, pointing to a mostly empty desk with only a few papers on it. Sara moved over to it and sat on the edge. Mark came over slowly. He took one of his fingers and started tracing Sara’s labia, running the tips lightly along the edge, making her moan. Sara realized she really wanted him inside of her. As he reached her inner lips, Mark’s fingers began to be lightly coated in the pussy juices leaking out of Sara. Suddenly, without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside of her. Sara gasped. It felt incredible. She was so turned on, she wasn’t sure she would actually make it through this foreplay without cumming.

  Mark thrust his fingers in and out of Sara’s pussy, then starting toying with her clit. Sara spread her legs wide on the desk, giving Mark full access to her pussy.

  “Ohhhh, you like this, don’t you baby?” Mark asked as he noticed her legs spreading.

  “I do, oh I like this, please fuck me” Sara begged. She was well past having any sort of inhibitions. They’d all long gone out the window.