If You Dare - A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Novel (12 page)

Almost as though the three of them had
been in this situation numerous times before, they each reached
their climax within seconds of each other. As Zoe’s climax hit, her
pussy walls tightened around David’s cock, squeezing his orgasm
from him and just giving him enough time to pull out of her and
spray his load all over his wife’s face. Carol writhed beneath them
as she opened her mouth and sucked her husband’s shaft so as not to
miss any of his thick creamy come; her own body trembling as Zoe
breathlessly resumed fingering her into her own climax.

David pulled away from Zoe and
collapsed down onto the bed while Zoe rolled in the opposite
direction so that she didn’t crush Carol who now lay prone between
them. The three of them were fighting to get their breath back and
Carol was the first one to speak as she laughingly addressed Zoe,
“Are you sure this was your first time doing anything like this?”
Her hand came down on Zoe’s leg, giving it a reassuring and
approving pat. “Girl, you are a natural.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, I
think.” Zoe gave a soft laugh herself as she realized how fucked up
it was to be complemented on enjoying a sexual act that most normal
people would find odd.

David propped himself up on an arm so
that he could look at Zoe. “It was definitely meant as a
compliment, beautiful. We didn’t even have to tell you what to do;
you instinctively knew. It was a most pleasurable experience. Thank
you.”

“It was for me too.” For the first
time Zoe became aware of her surroundings and as she turned her
head she noticed how many people had been watching. She didn’t know
whether to be embarrassed or thankful when she saw that Dawson was
among them, but as he gave her a small smile and nodded his head at
her, she breathed a sigh of relief. He gave another small nod in
the direction of the main door, and Zoe knew that it was his way of
letting her know that it was time to leave.

Scrambling off the bed, she stood on
legs that were not quite steady and took the towel that David was
holding out to her; mopping herself up as best she could before
turning to say her goodbyes. The couple both enveloped her in a hug
and each gave her a kiss on the cheek before Zoe turned and walked
down the few steps that took her off the stage. Out of the corner
of her eye she saw another couple walking towards her and
deliberately ignored them as she quickly walked in the direction
Dawson had indicated. Even if Dawson hadn’t been ready to leave,
there was no way that she’d have the energy for another sex session
so soon.

She found Dawson waiting patiently
just outside of the door and she silently took his arm and let him
lead her towards the cloakroom area to retrieve their belongings.
He handed her dress back to her and she quickly stepped into it
while the same manservant who had helped her remove it zipped it
back up.

Dawson hadn’t said a word to her and
Zoe was beginning to feel decidedly uncomfortable. She was about to
ask if everything was okay when he turned away from her to address
another servant. “Have a car brought around to the front,
please.”

The servant hurried to do as he’d been
asked, picking up the telephone on the desk and quietly passing on
Dawson’s request to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Your
vehicle will be with you momentarily, Sir.” The servant was as
polite and respectful as they had all been, and Dawson nodded his
thanks and once again held out his arm for Zoe to take.

The car pulled up at the grand
entrance just as they stepped outside the main doors, and just like
before, Dawson handed her into the vehicle first before getting in
behind her. The limousine pulled away and Zoe sat back in
uncomfortable silence, not knowing if she should say anything or
just wait and see if Dawson spoke first.

They had only been driving for a
couple of minutes when Dawson got up and moved to the drinks bar,
pouring himself a whiskey before handing a glass of bubbling
champagne to Zoe. “I didn’t see you drink much tonight, which I
have to admit is a refreshing change.” He finally spoke to her as
he sat back down. “I don’t want to discuss the night’s events until
the next time we meet, and it goes without saying that I expect you
to not discuss it with anybody else either.”

“Of course not.” Zoe didn’t think that
there was anybody she could talk to about it anyway. Certainly none
of her friends would believe her even if she did happen to bring it
up, and even if they did believe her they would most likely have
not understood why she had gone along with it.

They both relaxed back in the seat,
and Zoe sipped at her champagne while an overwhelming tiredness
washed over her as both the physical and the mental strains of the
evening suddenly hit her. She was completely unaware of Dawson
tucking her into his arm and taking the glass out of her hand as
she nodded off, only waking up just over an hour later when he gave
her a gentle shake.

Zoe blinked her eyes sleepily and sat
bolt upright when she realized what had happened, and she looked
around her in a sleep-dazed way, surprised when she realized that
the car had stopped outside of her home.

“You can either collect your car from
the office tomorrow or have somebody deliver it to you. Right now
you need to be in bed, and you were in no fit state to drive.” He
spoke as though Zoe had put up an argument, but in actual fact she
was relieved to be home already.

Dawson got out of the car and helped
Zoe out, walking her to her front door and standing there silently
while she unlocked it. She flicked on the hall light and then
turned to face him. “Thank you for…” Her voice trailed off. What
exactly was she thanking him for? A night of hedonistic sex with
complete strangers, or the pleasure of his company, or her first
ever ride in a limousine? “Thank you for an interesting evening.”
That just about covered it all, she thought.

Dawson didn’t say anything in return,
he just looked at her enigmatically before giving her another one
of his nods and then turning and walking back towards the limo. Zoe
watched as the car disappeared down the road, and then she turned
and went into the house, closing the door behind her and going
straight to her bedroom without even taking her shoes off or
getting herself a drink from the kitchen.

Stripping off her dress, she let it
fall in a puddle onto the floor, leaving it there while she went
into the bathroom to wash her face. Falling into bed a short while
later, she was asleep within minutes; too exhausted to even mull
over what had occurred that evening.

~
Chapter Seven

~

Zoe awoke early the following morning
and stretched sleepily before the events of the previous night
flooded through her memory banks. She sat bolt upright in the bed,
color flooding her cheeks as she recalled how she’d not only let
complete strangers use her for sex, but she’d actually enjoyed it
and been a wholehearted participant. Zoe felt a warm tingle start
between her legs as she remembered seeing Dawson standing and
watching while she was being fucked and she swung her legs out of
bed and got to her feet in an effort to banish the
memory.

A couple of hours spent cleaning the
oven and the refrigerator, mopping floors and washing windows
brought Zoe to the realization that it didn’t matter what she did
to try and forget the night before, she wasn’t going to be able to.
She made herself a sandwich and took it into the back garden to
enjoy the sunshine while she ate, and as she sat there she decided
to have an honest and frank talk with herself.

She had always had a really good idea
that Dawson was going to do something totally off the wall and
sexual, either with her or to her, when he’d instructed her to buy
the most expensive dress she could find. What she hadn’t expected
was for him to take her to a luxurious but strange location and
then get her to strip naked and take part in scenarios which would
have had her running for the hills just a few short weeks ago. And
they were scenarios that hadn’t involved him in any way.

What had shocked her the most though,
especially in retrospection, was the fact that she had loved every
minute of it. Zoe had always been pretty open-minded with regards
to sex, even though she considered herself relatively boring in
that department and had never done anything kinkier than fucking
one of her ex-boyfriends in the backseat of his car. She had
certainly never thought about having sex with a woman, and
definitely had never even considered a threesome before.

She had been called frigid
in the past because she never really opened up, but last night her
mind as well as her body had been an open book. She had been used;
both by the people she’d had sex with and by Dawson. But rather
than distress her, the knowledge felt liberating. They had used her
because she had
let
them use her, and she knew that if she had categorically
stated that she was having none of it, Dawson would have brought
her home and she would have never seen him again.

Zoe was under no false illusions where
Dawson was concerned. She was nothing more to him than an object to
be toyed with. Someone he could push to her limits while he looked
on with an objective curiosity. And that suited her just fine,
because if last night had taught her anything, it had taught her
that she was more than ready to see the world. She knew that she
had the confidence to face anything and anyone, and it was all
thanks to Dawson treating her like he had.

Feeling a lot more positive about
everything, Zoe stood up and collected her plate and glass, taking
them back into the kitchen and rinsing them in the sink. Now that
her mind was made up, she felt that she owed it to Dawson to tell
him her final decision. There was a very strong possibility that he
would take back her severance package, but it was a chance that she
had to take and she would figure out something else if that did
happen.

Zoe had a few errands to run that day
and decided that it wouldn’t be prudent to go and visit Dawson in
his office during the evening time. Her mind may have been made up,
but she knew that where he was concerned, her body was decidedly
weak. She finished cleaning the house, did some necessary laundry
and grocery shopping, and then went back home to eagerly browse
through the numerous travel brochures she’d picked up while she was
out.

***

The following morning Zoe woke up
feeling determined and resolute in her decision. She made herself
some breakfast and then showered and dressed in a smart but casual
trouser suit, making sure that there was nothing whatsoever
provocative about what she was wearing. She set off for Dawson’s
office feeling calm and collected, but by the time she arrived it
felt like a million butterflies had taken up residence in her
stomach.

Zoe took a deep breath and walked
directly to his door, ignoring the curious and questioning looks
she received from the few members of staff who saw her. She knocked
on his door and at his curt “come in” opened it and stepped over
the threshold.

Dawson looked up from his desk as she
walked in and did his customary raise of an eyebrow in question. “I
need to talk to you.” Her voice hardly shook at all, thank
goodness. “Are you busy?”

Dawson put down the pen he’d been
using and shook his head. “No busier than I usually am. What’s on
your mind, Zoe?”

“I know you’ve given me plenty of
chances, and even though they weren’t what I’d expected I want to
thank you. I have no idea if it was your intention, but you opened
my eyes up to a whole new world.” She wasn’t quite able to meet his
eyes as she carried on, so she looked at his hands on top of the
desk instead. “I’ve decided that it’s time for me to move on and
stick to my original plan of traveling the world and learning new
things.” She looked at his face again and was relieved to see that
he didn’t look angry. In fact, he was nodding his head almost as
though he had been expecting it.

“I had a feeling that’s what you would
decide.” His voice was casual, with no hint of anger or reprimand,
and Zoe visibly relaxed. “We’ll consider the past week as your
notice period, and your employment is terminated forthwith.” Zoe
winced at the formality of his words. “I’ll instruct the personnel
department to release your severance pay. It should be in your bank
account by the end of the week.”

He stood up from the desk and walked
around towards her, extending a hand and taking one of hers in a
businesslike handshake. “Thank you for your service, Zoe. It’s been
a pleasure, and I really hope that your horizons have been
broadened.” Releasing her hand he reached behind her and opened the
door, letting her know that she could leave and that nothing else
needed to be said between them.

Zoe got back in her car and held onto
the steering wheel tightly. She couldn’t believe that it had been
that easy to leave and she didn’t know whether to be relieved or
disappointed by the fact that he hadn’t made any suggestive moves
or comments. She drove home in a daze, her excitement building when
she realized that this time next week she could be in a completely
different country.