Caught: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (His Domination Book 2) (5 page)

“Please fuck me, sir. Make me yours on both ends.”

His finger teased her skin, and for a moment Monica thought he would at least flip her over onto the bed and eat her out until he was hard enough to penetrate her.
Yes, yes!
Monica could see it, her petite body completely enveloped by his, his cock splitting her open and thrusting into her until he came deep inside her.
I want his seed in my mouth and on my thighs.
Anywhere was fine. As long as she got it.

“Just like you’ve been fantasizing about what you want me to do to you for so long now,” Henry began, tapping his thumb against her chin. “So have I planned out what I want to do to your body. Hold tight, my nymphet. I have a wonderful plan for giving you pleasure unlike you’ve ever felt before. I just hope you remember your safe word.”

Chapter 4

Denied

The sun was barely up when Monica awoke the next morning. Birds chirped on the tree branch outside the window to Henry’s spacious bedroom. Best of all, the chilly air wasn’t so chilly beneath his plush comforter… and the firm arm holding Monica’s body to Henry as he continued to doze in the crook of her neck.

Monica tried to go back to sleep, but was too frustrated. Not emotionally, but physically. After all that build up yesterday evening, Henry informed her that she would get no relief until Tuesday at the earliest. Monica was agreeable only because it was a part of her role. Inside, she was screaming to have him do her at any moment.

She didn’t even care about the kink anymore. All right, so she cared. But not to the extent that she would demand it.
I was sent to bed so aroused I almost had a dream.
A dream in which Henry held her to him much like he did now, only with his cock thrusting into her from behind.

Monica would be more irate about it if she didn’t know this was a part of their ongoing scene. Even last night, when they cuddled on the couch and watched a movie while sipping wine, Monica knew they were more in a scene than not. Henry was keeping his princess locked in a palatial tower so he could take his time with her. Why not, when he got an orgasm even if Monica did not?
He’s denying me.
It seemed to be one of Henry’s favorite games. Rile Monica up and then make her beg for it for twice as long. Well, there would be no begging right now. Not until he asked for it.

Then Monica would turn on the begging like her life depended on it.

Henry woke up not long after her. “Good morning,” he mumbled, rubbing his hand on her arm and looking at the time. “Bad news, lovely. I have a couple of short meetings this morning. I hope you don’t mind. You’ll have me for the rest of the day afterward and then all day tomorrow.”

“That’s fine.” What was she supposed to say? “I can wait for you here.”

“I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” Henry got up and went to the bathroom while Monica stretched and admired the view outside. Not too much, since she was dressed in her underwear and hadn’t brought a robe. When Henry emerged dressed in a casual suit, he plopped a box on the unmade bed. “Open it.”

Monica hopped onto bed and brought the box toward her. Inside was a lacy purple negligee that looked like it would barely cover her.
It’s lovely.
It wasn’t red or black, but it was a healthy mix of the two. Monica hardly wore enough purple, when she thought about it.

“Put it on.”

Henry was fastening his cufflinks and applying cologne.
I guess he wants me to model at seven in the morning.
Monica obliged, pulling the lingerie over her torso and letting the lace settle on her breasts and around her hips. It fit just right.

“Good to know I guessed your size correctly. Never know how that’s going to turn out.” Henry rounded the bed and drew her into a kiss. “You’re beautiful. The perfect gown to wear to our ball today.”

“Ball?”

“A ball for you and me. I’m so smitten with you that I plan to keep you entirely to myself today.” He squeezed her, hand roaming toward her rear. “I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of, but you’re to stay in here, all right? And keep this lovely thing on for when I get back.”

Then will we make proper love?
Monica remained still as he kissed and nipped her bottom lip. “I will.”

“That’s an order.” His stern voice was authoritative enough to make Monica shiver. “I’m going to have breakfast downstairs with a colleague. I’ll make sure some is sent up for you. Use the bedroom and bathroom as you please.”

“And the den?” Monica asked, gesturing to the room they watched movies in last night.

Henry released her and stepped away. “I don’t think so. I want you to stay in here and think about what you’ve done.”

“What have I done?”

He stopped shy of the door. “Stolen my heart. You’ll be disciplined for that indiscretion later.”

Before Monica could bid him farewell again, he slipped into the main hallway. And locked the door behind him.

Locked?

Monica tested the door for herself. Even when she turned the lock on her side of the door, nothing happened.
He locked me in here!
Heart racing, Monica went to the bathroom door and found it opened with no resistance. The drawing room door, on the other hand, was as stubborn as the main door leading to the hallway.

Monica sank on the edge of the bed, a terrifying image entering her mind.

He tied me to the bed and locked me in our room for a whole day.
Twenty-four hours. For twenty-four hours Monica was trapped like a prisoner in her own bedroom. What could have been a hot dalliance in power and control had left Monica strained, bruised from her binds, and on the verge of tears because she had never felt so
used.
And not in the good way.

Henry didn’t know any of that. In his mind, this was business as usual with a sub.

Calm down, dumbass.
Monica pulled her legs up on the bed, folding them until she was in a meditative position. After a few deep breaths she managed to settle her nerves and remind herself that
Henry was not Jackson.
He was playing games. They were in a scene. Monica wasn’t confined to a bed for almost twenty-four hours, left to cry in her pillow while her arms hung painfully above her and her bladder screamed for relief. There was nothing fun or pleasurable in that. Maybe some subs got off on that, but the problem was…

By that point, Monica no longer trusted Jackson.

The kind of relationship Monica wanted with a Dom could not be achieved without a high level of trust. It wasn’t possible. A sub who couldn’t trust her Dom was one of the lowest things on Earth. Monica swore she would never go back to something like that.

Breakfast was delivered by a servant about twenty minutes later. That was Monica’s chance to escape if she wanted to.
The fact I’m even thinking about it…
She once again had to regroup and remind herself that Henry was not Jackson. If anything, he was simply ignorant to the extent of the hell Monica had been through only a year ago.

So when the servant bowed to her and then stepped out again, Monica did not panic when she heard the door lock again. Nor did she feel ashamed that such a person saw her in a sexy piece of lingerie. Brand new lingerie, insinuating that it had recently been given to her. In a mussed bed, no less.

Monica was used to nonplussed help. Yet how many women had they seen in a similar position in Master Henry’s suite?

She ate her breakfast and left the tray sitting on the dresser. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Monica curled back into bed, this time bringing Henry’s pillow to her nose and inhaling as if she would never again have the chance to revel in his scent.

Such a moment was brought to an end after Monica dozed off and slept for who knew how long. When she awoke, it was to the sound of someone unlocking the bedroom door and helping himself in.

“You fell asleep?” Henry shut the door behind him. He glanced at the empty breakfast tray and clicked his tongue. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re taking advantage of me.”

I should tell him.
Tell him about that horrible experience she had at the hands of her ex. On the flipside, Monica wanted to see how their scene played out.
I still want him after all.
Henry, standing straight in his business suit and a clean shave. Monica pined for him like she had pined for him during their time apart. “I’m not, sir. I was sleepy.”

She pushed herself up and knelt on her legs upon the bed, hands in her lap while Henry stepped forward and looked her up and down. “Well, if you were sleeping, then you didn’t think about what I told you to think about. How can you ask me to forgive your indiscretions if you didn’t even bother?”

What should I say?
On one hand, Monica did not want to displease him. On the other? Discipline was one of her favorite words. “How was your meeting, sir?”

“Don’t change the subject.” Henry took her wrist and brought her hand up to his cheek. His face was dangerously close to hers, as if he would plant his lips right on her – but he didn’t. “I spent my whole meeting thinking of you. Thinking of your mouth on my cock yesterday. Did you like that?”

“Of course, Mr. Warren.”

“I bet you wanted something a bit… more, though. Tell me, how badly did you want me to fuck you?”

“Badly.”

Henry stepped back, although his eyes never left her form. Monica leaned back enough to push her chest up in his direction.
Come on my breasts for all I care.
She was beginning to starve for his attention. Just according to plan, probably.

“No, I don’t think so.” Henry backed away. “I don’t think you really want me that badly.”

“Of course I do!”

Henry opened one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a silk restraint. “You say that, but I have yet to see you really writhe in need.”

“Tell me what to do. I’m yours to command, sir.”

“I told you what I wanted you to do.” Henry pushed her onto the bed, her head hitting his pillow while he pressed her wrist against the headboard and tied it there. He did not reach for the other one. “I want you to think about your indiscretions. You’ve been a terrible, wicked woman, Monica. Lie here and think about what you have done. I have another meeting to go to.”

He’s not…
The man was. He was going to restrain her to the bed and then leave her locked up in this room until he felt like playing with her again. Monica yanked against the restraint, her arm pulling and her teeth chomping down on her lip.

“Are you all right?”

It was that soft, kind voice of Henry’s that Monica hadn’t heard in a few hours. She opened her eyes and saw Henry looming over her, his hand on her abdomen and his eyes large enough to swallow her whole.

Monica stopped writhing – not that it was the writhing Henry sought anyway. “I’m… fine.” She forgot the words she owed her Dom. “It’s just…” Her history. Her fears. Her ex-boyfriend who tried something like this and never gave her a payoff.

Henry didn’t untie her, but he sat on the bed next to her and caressed her cheek with smooth fingers. “Do you trust me?”

He wasn’t judgmental. He was, however, firm in the way he gripped her shoulder and eased her back into his pillow.
He still wants me to obey.
Monica’s safe word flashed in front of her eyes. She could say it. If she said it, this would all be over. The scene would end, and Henry would either send her home to her Château or unlock that door to let her roam free.
And I would feel awful.
Monica knew that she would never forgive herself if she didn’t see this scene through.

“I trust you, Henry,” she said, hoping that he would bend down and kiss her.

He did. His lips, warm and soft, tended to her romantic needs, his hand wrapping around her breast while his tongue snaked into her mouth and down her throat.
He won’t hurt me.
Monica had to believe it. She couldn’t live the rest of her life assuming that every billionaire who tied her to his bedposts was going to leave her to her own misery.

“You’ll be back soon, right?”

“I will be back. Before you’re missed by the rest of the household.” Before Monica could express her relief, he continued, “And sometime later we’ll talk about why you’re so nervous right now.”

“I’m not nervous.”

Pleasure suddenly jolted through her as he lowered one side of her negligee and squeezed her bare breast. “You shouldn’t be. Once I think you’re sufficiently ready… I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

He kissed her once more before sitting up, his hand wrapping around her thigh and prying her legs apart. “I won’t tell you when I’ll be back. In truth, I don’t know how long this next meeting will take anyway. When I do come back, you better be ready for me. I expect my girl to
always
be ready for me.”

Monica blinked away the dust from her eyes. “Yes, sir.” She had a free hand. She knew what to do.
All I care about is that he won’t do what Jackson did.