Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (64 page)

“I should be allowed to ask.”

“You shouldn’t forget your manners.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor.
 
“I’m sorry, sir, I just—“

“You just nothing,” he said, and although
his voice was controlled, she sensed how angry he was.

“I’m afraid, sir.”

“I don’t care.”

Now it was her turn to be angry.
 
She looked up into his eyes.
 
“Who do you think you are?
 
You think just because you have money and
a bit of fame you can treat people like dirt?
 
Like toys to do with whatever you
please?”

“Yes.”
 
He smiled at her.

“I’m not your toy.
 
I’m a person.”

“You’re whatever I tell you to be.”

“Fuck you.”

He broke into a wide smile and
laughed.
 
“Fuck me?”

“That’s right.”
 
She tilted her chin up, daring him.

“Of course you want to fuck me,” he said
softly.

Her face went red with embarrassment.
 
He’d taken her insult and ferreted out
the truth of it.
 
She wanted him to
fuck her.
 
She wanted it so badly,
more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life.
 
And somehow she’d thought that by
turning the tables, maybe he’d do it.
 
Maybe she could enrage him into a frenetic passion and he’d make love to
her right here and now.
 

“I don’t understand any of this,” she
muttered.

“Do you want to stop?
 
You’re free to go at any time.”
  

She sighed.
 
“I want to be with you.”

“Then do as I say.”

Head bowed, she nodded submissively.
 
“Yes, sir.
 
I’m sorry for my rudeness, sir.”

“Again,” he growled.
 
“You don’t learn very easily, do you?”
And he swung the door open to the bedroom.
 
Only it wasn’t a real bedroom.

Everything inside was black.
 
Leather.
 
He led her into the black room.
 
There was a bed with four posts.
 
Hanging from each post were a variety of
chains, scarves and handcuffs.

There were four long, thick chains
hanging from the ceiling as well.

In the corner of the room was something
that resembled a pommel horse from gym class.
 
And in the other corner of the room was
a menacing black trunk.

“What do you think of it?” he asked her,
like he was showing her a new car.

“It’s…impressive…sir.”

“It’s a room of delights,” he said.
 
“You’ll see for yourself.”

“Yes, sir.”

He shut the door behind them and faced
her.
 
“You’ve been rude to me,
again.
 
This calls for stronger
punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you understand why?”

“Because I keep being bad, sir.”

“Good girl.
 
Now turn around.”

She did as he commanded.

He waited a moment.
 
“If you ever want to stop or leave,
simply tell me, or if you can’t speak--extend your two fingers like a peace
sign.”
 

Can’t
speak?
 
Why wouldn’t I be able to
speak?

The next thing she knew, a piece of dark
cloth had been quickly placed over her eyes.
 
A blindfold.
 
He tied it in back with a quick and
efficient twist of his hands.
 
“And
since you seem so intent on voicing your many opinions, I’m afraid you’ll need
to be quieted as well.”
 
A piece of
rubber was inserted in her mouth.

This surprised her greatly.
 
There were two straps that pulled across
her cheeks to keep the gag in place.
 
These also were tied behind her head.
 

“Now all you will have is my voice to
guide you,” he said.
  

She nodded, breathing through her
nose.
 
Everything was dark.
 
Unable to even speak, she felt totally
helpless and afraid.
 
Her head was
buzzing.
 
She wasn’t sure she could
do this, do what he asked.

“Down on your fucking knees, you
disobedient girl.”

She hesitated.
 
She wanted to scream.
 
The fear was building in intensity.
 
His hands clamped down on her shoulders
and pushed her to the floor.
 
The
wooden floor dug into the bones of her kneecaps.

She considered holding up two fingers,
but didn’t want to quit so soon.
 
She needed to at least try.
 
Calm
down, she told herself.
 
This is
safe.
 
He won’t ever hurt you.

“Hands behind your back now,” he
commanded.

She did as he told her.
 
The pain in her knees was uncomfortable
but bearable.
 
He left her in this
position for minutes, maybe as long as fifteen minutes.
 
The pain was slowly increasing as she
was forced to maintain the position.

“Do you want to get up off the floor,
girl?” he asked, when the discomfort had built to a truly uncomfortable level.

She nodded.

“Will you be respectful to your master
from now on?”

She nodded again.

“Good girl.
 
Stand up, then.”

She got slowly to her feet.
 
His hand was immediately upon her elbow,
and he pulled her forward.
 
“Now the
bed.
 
Lie down on your back, slut.”

In an instant, he’d thrown her on her
back on the soft bed.
 
After the
hard floor and the pain in her knees, the bed felt positively luxurious and she
was grateful to him for putting her on it.

“Extend your arms and legs all the way,”
he told her.

When she did, he began tying up her
wrists with what she assumed were the scarves she’d seen dangling from the four
bedposts.
 
Next, he tied her
feet.
 
She was completely tied up
and immobile now.

She couldn’t see or speak.

“I can see your heart beating through
your dress,” he said, sitting next to her.
 
She felt his weight sinking into the mattress.
 

It was so dark.
 
So dark and she couldn’t speak or
move.
 

“Trust me,” he whispered into her
ear.
 
“You will come to see what I
see in this world.
 
And you will
never want to go back.”

She nodded reluctantly.
 
After some time had passed, he changed
position.
 
She could sense his
movements but didn’t know what he was doing.
 
His hands were on her calves now,
lightly touching them.

Goose bumps raised on her skin as he
caressed her legs softly.
 
“You are
a princess.
 
You are beautiful.
 
But you need to learn manners,” he
cooed.

His hands moved up to her thighs.
 
Now she was feeling the pleasure.
 
She moaned through her gag.
 
The darkness had become a friend,
somehow.
 
She rather enjoyed not
knowing where his hands would move next.
 
Not knowing what he might do to her, where he might touch her.

For a very long time, his warm hands
moved along her thighs, tracing up and down, and each time he strayed towards
her wetness, she moaned louder and louder.
 
She was going to cum soon.
 
She couldn’t help it.
 
She’d
wanted him to touch her like this, and here it was happening.
 

A man that could have any woman he wanted
had chosen her.

Her body was shaking as she tried to
resist the urge to come.

The more she tried to resist, the harder
it became.
 
Her nipples were so hard
she could have cut glass with them.
 
They poked roughly up through her dress.
 
He must have noticed this, because
suddenly his hands were on them, roughly pulling her nipples and squeezing them
through the sheer fabric of the dress.

She moaned louder and louder, her body
bucking and writhing in its straps.
 

“You bad, dirty little slut,” he
whispered.
 
“I think we might have
found a thoroughbred,” he said, as if to himself, marveling at her eagerness.

He played more with her nipples,
sometimes being gentle, other times squeezing until it became painful.
 
But always there was pleasure.
 
Always.

He was a master, and he played her body
the way a great violinist would stroke his bow against the strings of an
instrument.
 
Sometimes fiercely,
with something akin to violence, other times the gentleness of his caress was a
thing of beauty.

Nicole was out of her mind, out of her
body, out of her self.
 
She’d become
something totally different, as if she’d been transported.
 
In the darkness she found she didn’t
care how she looked, or what he might be thinking of her moaning and
writhing.
 
She completely let
herself go, let the fantasy become reality.

The orgasm that she’d been fending off
and fending off was building to a crescendo that was unimaginable, like a
tsunami building and building.
 
Soon
it would swallow everything in its path.

The wave broke when his hand slid from
her nipples down her ribcage, her belly and stopped at the very top of her
slick cunt.
 
She knew she’d long ago
soaked through her dress, it was sticking to her skin and he could likely see
everything in stark outline.

His fingers came to rest and one
fingertip dug slowly into her swollen flesh, nudging her clitoris.
 

She came then, with such ferocity that it
might have looked like convulsions.
 
She bucked her hips and his finger was fucking her now, fucking her
through her dress.

She screamed but the gag blocked her
screams.
 
All that came out was
muffled moans.
 
Her nostrils flared
as she sucked in air and expelled it, still bucking.
 
The orgasm continued and continued.
 

By the time it was over, she was simply
drenched.

Drenched and exhausted.

She lay there motionless, spent.
 
His hands were soon busy untying the
ball gag.
 
It was removed and she
flexed her lips, her mouth was so dry.
 
Next, he went and untied all four limbs.
 
When her hands were released, she rubbed
her wrists, feeling the indentations in her skin.

Finally he removed her blindfold.

She blinked in the brightness of the
room, even though it was fairly dim compared to the rest of the apartment.

Red was sitting next to her.
 
She was lying on her side now.
 
He leaned down and stroked her hair and
looked into her eyes.

She was startled by what she saw there,
what she saw in him.
 
It was a need
so intense, so great that it defied her imagination.
 
His need, his hunger for her surpassed
anything she could rationalize.
 
And
it occurred to her that he still wanted her just as much, if not more now then
he did twenty minutes ago. He had not been able to satiate himself, his
lust.
 
He was unquenchable.

She wanted to please him the way he’d
pleased her.
 
“I’ll do anything,
sir,” she whispered to him.

“Give yourself to me,” he said instantly.

“I already have, sir.”

“Not yet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“No, but you will.”
 
He smiled.
 
His smile was pained somehow.

“I’ve never felt this before, sir.”

“This is only the beginning.”

He stood up and she could tell from his
demeanor that their encounter was coming to an end.
 
They left the room and he locked the
door behind them.
 
Nicole found that
she wanted to go back there, to lie down and look into his eyes again and share
that intimacy again.