Bull: A Steamy Billionaire Romance Novel (10 page)

I pulled hard on the door
handle and the mechanical sounds of it unlatching disturbed my repose.  I had
an urge to look at Jared but my eyes remained fixated on the dark castle in
front of me.  I’m not even sure how long it took him to leave the car, because
in a matter of minutes I was running to the front door like a victim in
desperate need of help.

I stood alone at the oversized
doors before me.  I outstretched my finger and commanded the chimes.

9

There was only one usher
tonight, but the style of music was unchanged.  I poised myself in the huge
foyer and let my skin absorb the melodies.  It hit me suddenly that I’d be
returning to a ballroom of naked couples fucking.  I’d have to search through
them for my beast, my bull.  I imagined myself a hunter, a confident gun
strapped to my back, and headed into the wild.

The ballroom door was opened to
me and the crowd was larger and more violent than before.  Screams permeated
the air instead of moans.  There were devices for torture and things Ethan
would call toys.  I started to second guess myself, but pushed on anyway.

I shuddered at the sound of a
whip cracking and a woman screaming in pain.  Her hands were tied behind her
back and when I looked to see if she was okay, I saw her pussy dripping all
over the floor.  I was surprised to feel mine joining in.

I had to stay focused.  I
needed to find Ethan.  In another corner I saw a woman tied to a table,
surrounded by men taking turns with her.  She cried out but I was comforted by
the hint of ecstasy in her voice.  She had a man in her mouth and her cunt,
while the others jerked over her, spraying her tits with cum.

It was a very different party
from the one Jared and I attended weeks ago.  If this had been what I was
introduced to I might have fled before even meeting Ethan.  Coming to this
realization fueled my desire to find him.

I began pushing through crowds
of submissive men and women to their dominating counterparts, my eyes open just
enough to see where I was going.  A few men called out to me as I pushed past,
some grabbing my arms or spanking my ass.  It was dark and thrilling and
awakened something deep in me.  I wanted to be tied down, to be owned and
punished.  I wanted love but I also wanted fear and danger.

It wasn’t long before I saw a
familiar robust man in the middle of the room, hovering over a helpless woman
like he hovered over me.  I felt a pang of jealousy at the sight, but rather
than rush forward I decided to hang back and watch.  Would he take her like he
tried to take me?  Could he so quickly have forgotten me?

Before I could see what happened,
I felt a tug on my wrist and I was quickly spun around to face a tall drunk man
who had already removed his clothes.  He wasted no time and leaned in to kiss
my neck, running his hands down my back and over my ass.  I tried to push him
off but the more I fought the tighter he held on and I was swallowed by his
body.

All of a sudden I was laying on
the ground, the top of my dress pulled down low enough to reveal my breasts and
he devoured them like a hungry wild animal.  I wanted to find Ethan, but my body
wanted something else.  My pussy throbbed as this stranger tore at me.  I was excitedly
afraid.  The urgency to find Ethan played into my arousal and made the room
spin.

His hands moved up my dress to
my silk covered cunt, and his rough fingers fumbled around my slit.  I was
embarrassed at how wet I was but allowed him to continue.  He drunkenly smashed
his fingers against me asking me how I liked it.  I nodded even though it was
one of the most awkward things I’d ever felt.  The strangeness and the
domination kept me aroused despite his clumsy attempts at pleasing me.

Then he flipped me over on my
belly so fast my face smashed into the floor.  I could feel my jaw throb as he
pulled my panties over my legs, pushing my dress up over my hips.

I laid there with my hands by
my head waiting for what I assumed would be his half-hard cock entering my
pussy.  I closed my eyes and thought of Ethan.  I remembered the texture of his
tongue as he licked my cunt in his office above the city.  I remembered the
tenderness and the possible tear in his eye. 

Then I thought of Jared’s
tenderness, an almost fearful kind.  He always wanted it rough but held back
when he fucked me.  He never wanted to hurt me.  Ethan was brave enough to hurt
me, but that day in his office his passion was different.  He wasn’t reserved
like Jared.  He came at me full speed with a desire to be with me completely.

I waited for the stranger’s
cock to glide in, a new texture to learn and remember, but it never came.  I
heard a skull slam against the floor and opened my eyes to see my stranger
laying next to me unconscious.  I started to sit up but felt a firm grip on my
arms lifting me to standing.

I was face to face with Ethan
in his mask from the first night, yellow eyes burning into me.  He didn’t have
to ask what I was doing there, I heard him yell at me through his gaze.

Despite the adrenaline running
through my body I met his stern stare with hope and love.  I felt my face relax
and my jaw pulsed in waves of pain.  It felt like a knife sliced through my
cheek and I broke our gaze.

Ethan let go of one arm but
held fast to the other.  He made his way toward the main doors of the ballroom,
dragging me with him.  When he discovered I was slowing him down, he picked me
up in his arms like a superhero and carried me out and up the stairs.

We entered the familiar dark
hallway that led to the red-lit room, and he didn’t put me down until we had
reached the bed with the door locked behind us. 

I laid on my back and stared up
at the ceiling while I heard him shuffling around the room.  Ethan had pulled
the top of my dress back up, but left the straps dangling under my arms.  Then
I felt a warm cloth on my cheek, held in place by a strong hand.

I looked up at Ethan who had
worry in his eyes.  He let me reach up to remove his mask, and with his other
hand he gripped my fingers.  He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed the
skin.

I parted my lips to speak, but
he placed a finger on them to keep me silent.  I wanted to tell him I loved him
and that I believed his story about his wife.  I wanted to tell him that I
couldn’t live without him, but he must have seen it in my eyes because he
smiled with one corner of his mouth.

When he felt himself smile, he
turned his head to the side and stared into a dark corner of the room.  I
wondered what he was thinking and if he was punishing himself for being happy. 
He stood up abruptly and made his way toward the window.

The air seeping in was cooler
than before and my skin formed small bumps in response.  Ethan seemed
completely unaffected by the chill and stood his ground.

“What is it?” I asked him, but
he banged a fist against the wall.

“Mrs. Banks, I will only tell
you this once.  There is no talking in this room.”

But I had too much to say, I
felt like I would explode if I stayed silent another minute, and that’s what I
did. 

I jumped from the bed and
started shouting.  Too many words escaped for me to remember, but I yelled
obscenities and
how could you’s
until I was almost out of breath.  I had
put up with him for the last time.

My yelling was met with having
my back thrust against a wall with my arms raised up and Ethan’s hot breath
filling my lungs.  He was kissing me to shut me up and I wasn’t in a position
to fight back.

His tenderness was gone and his
lips were rough.  My jaw ached under the pressure of his face and a tear rolled
down my cheek from the pain.  He didn’t seem to notice and pushed his whole
body up against me.  I felt like I would disintegrate under the weight of his
body.

He reached for my neck again
with one hand still on my wrists, and used his teeth to pull my dress top back
down, releasing my breasts.  Like a starved animal wilder than the stranger
downstairs, he tore at my tits with his teeth, biting and flicking to watch me
moan in pain. 

I twisted and writhed in his
hands and could hardly bare the pain.  I bit my lower lip to distract my mind
but it hardly made a dent. 

He placed his hand over my
mouth to muffle my moans and his scent filled my nose.  I lashed out by biting
his fingers but he didn’t budge, he only bit me harder.  My hips swayed under
him and my pussy burned between my legs.

I wanted the pain to stop, but
I also wanted him to fuck me hard.

He noticed me squirm and met my
throbbing pussy with his fingers, and I turned to mush in his hands.  I rocked
my hips against his fingers in an attempt to get myself off but he teased me by
pulling them away.  When I would calm he’d put them back and set it on fire all
over again.

My knees weakened and I felt my
body slipping toward the floor.  Ethan held me up with his hand cupping my cunt
and a finger deep inside.  I could feel myself surrendering.

In a matter of seconds, he had
my dress to the floor and my body bent over the bed.  My pussy was soaking the
sheets. 

Without warning I felt his
breath and tongue against my cunt.  He used his whole mouth to suck and flicked
my clit with his tongue.  My body warmed and I could almost cry at how good it
felt. 

He moved faster and I could
feel my cunt tensing and relaxing over him.  I bent my hips upward and pushed
against his face, sending him deeper in and preparing to cum.

Ethan responded quickly to this
and stood up and over me.  He didn’t want me to cum just yet.

He clasped a fistful of my hair
while his other hand held my hips down to him, and I felt the head of his cock
parting my pussy lips.

I braced for his thickness by
bunching sheets in my hands and clenching my jaw.  I prepared just in time and
was split open by Ethan’s cock, sending a shock through my entire body.  I
screamed in pain but was aroused when his balls slammed against my clit.  He
pounded fiercely into me and released my hair to get a better grip on my hips,
holding them into place.

I thought of Jared while Ethan
thrust into me.  I thought of the stranger downstairs and the stranger from the
first night.  I imagined them all watching me be ravaged and fucked by this
strong beast. 

My toes dug into the floor and
the fronts of my hips were crushed against the bed beneath the pressure. 
Despite the violent way Ethan fucked me, I was sure I was going to cum.

I reached for my clit with my
fingers but Ethan caught me and quickly moved my hand back above my head.  I
wanted to cum so much it was painful.

Ethan could feel my pussy
throbbing in pleasure and my moans became softer.  Each note of ecstasy that
escaped my lips was met with a hard spank.  I was being punished for enjoying
this, but the spanks only quickened the orgasm.  The red light of the room
faded to a dark blue as his passion surged through my body. 

My tits were pressed against
the bed and he pounded harder and harder, slapping his hips against my ass.  I
reached for more bed sheets as my pain became ecstasy.  I tasted metal in my
mouth and came all over Ethan’s cock and onto the floor, screaming sounds I’ve
never made before.

Ethan followed suit and I felt
his cock swell as he released his cum into my cunt.  I expected him to relax or
be out of breath, but he was a new kind of animal tonight.  He pulled out
quickly and flipped me over on the bed, almost looking like he could go again.

I stared up at him and watched
him wipe sweat from his brow with a mean look in his eyes.  He yelled out
suddenly and then climbed on top of me.

His cock was still half hard
and he rammed it into me.  He bent my legs at the knees and I felt his cock
growing in my pussy.  He pumped in and out as he leaned over me and bit my
bottom lip hard. 

He placed a hand on my tit and
another on the side of my face and kissed me.  His lips pressed a little softer
this time, and I could tell he was losing steam.  His rhythm slowed and soon he
laid still on top of me.