Wild Desire; Billionaire Little Submissive

ly felt like they were caving in and crushing me, caressing me and teasing me. The atmosphere grew thick to where I could barely breathe. The worker from earlier came to me again as if waiting fo

d I both tried to give each other space when it came to our own responsibilities. I did appreciate Eve stepping in to help, however, today I wished Rex would have checked with me first. After all, I was his girlfriend, and it would be my role to stand by his side if he felt that he might need help in his business meeting. The attendant courteously suggested, "Please make yourself at home and let us know if you need anything." Then he bowed one more time and left me on my own. I sighed and decided to try my luck to find my driver's license on my own. The hallway was empty with evenly spaced white sconce lights running down the dark gray walls, causing it to be dimly lit. The flooring was a gorgeous ebony wood and I followed it. The corridors and hallways were endless. I didn't know where I had dropped my driver's license, but it had to be somewhere here. I continued to search through the mansion like a mouse in a maze when I was suddenly met with a set of double doors. I was intrigued. It seemed to be a relatively public place and I figured it should be safe to walk in. I grabbed the double handles, shoving the doors open to reveal a massive indoor pool with a waterfall feature in one corner and that same distracting triskele emblem on the bottom of the pool. Lounge chairs lined the sides, but that wasn't what grabbed my attention. There was a man swimming in the pool. My gaze locked on the way his back muscles moved with each stroke of his powerful arms. His skin was sun kissed and gorgeous, and his black swim shorts were soaking wet and riding low on his hips. His feet kicked through the water as he propelled himself forward, turning his head every so often to catch his breath. My lips parted as I watched him do a front flip and kick off the back wall to glide beneath the water towards me in a majestic movement. He rose from the water, flipping his soaking wet dark hair back and causing water droplets to cascade down from the air around him. Reaching up, he ran a hand through his hair to brush it back, causing his tricep to flex. A blush danced across my cheeks, as I realized it was Spencer's father again, Mr. Johnson. I tried to back out of the door unnoticed, but it was too late. He saw me. He smirked and gazed at me in a way that spoke of secrets. "Hi...hi, Mr. Johnson," I stammered. "Hello again." He peered at me with a smirk. I licked my lips as he swam forward, grabbed the edge of the pool, and slowly lifted himself up and out of the pool. All of his muscles flexed, causing my mouth to run dry and my lips to part. He stepped closer, and I could feel my blush spreading across my face and deepening in hue. My chest began to warm up considerably. "I...I'm so sorry to bother you," I explained, the words fell from my lips in a rapid slur, "I was just looking for my ID." "Really?" he smirked. I paused and confused, "Why would I lie?" He stepped closer, leaned forward and lowered