If You Dare - A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Novel (4 page)

The ruler came down twice
more and Zoe made sure that she counted out loud with each
connection. He was careful not to hit her more than once in the
same place and as a consequence her entire ass felt like it was on
fire. She could feel sweat running down her spine and her legs were
trembling with the effort it took to keep them straight. Zoe really
wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take but at the same
time she perversely didn’t want it to end either.
Yep. Definitely a kinky freak.

Almost as though he could sense her
discomfort, or maybe he knew how erotic she was finding her
punishment, Dawson stopped swinging the ruler. Zoe bit back the
moan of protest that tried to escape; she really didn’t want to let
him know just how much she was turned on right now. That, to her,
would have been the ultimate humiliation and she wasn’t sure that
she could have handled it. While she might have been able to hide
her first moan, when she felt the warmth of his hand on the cheeks
of her ass, Zoe could do nothing to stop the breathless one that
followed.

“Your ass is just perfect
like this.” Dawson’s voice was gruff and it made Zoe feel a little
better to know that he was also turned on right now. She moaned
again as he rubbed his palm over her buttocks and then she felt his
other hand sliding down between the cheeks of her ass and finding
the moist slickness of her pussy.
Okay,
maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let him touch.
At
last her inner voice was starting to see things from her point of
view.

“You like this more than you thought
you would, don’t you?” Zoe could feel his finger spreading her lips
as he searched out the hood of her clit, and she groaned out loud
when he skimmed over the top of the sensitized, swollen
bud.

“You just want me to like it because
then you can feel justified in doing it to me.” Zoe’s voice was
breathless and even she could hear the tone of longing in her
words. She couldn’t believe how much she actually liked feeling his
hands on her. Even though she’d always found him attractive, she’d
never thought of him in a sexual way before.

“I don’t need to feel justified in
anything, Zoe. You’re the one who came to me, remember?” He started
to make small circles with his finger over the top of her clit,
making it hard for Zoe to even think about a response and even
harder for her to voice it. “You’ve been dying to know why those
women leave here with a smile on their face, haven’t you? The
curiosity has been killing you. And now, just because you’ve handed
in your notice, you thought you were safe when you came here and
hurled all those insults at me.” He paused, and the finger that had
been driving her insane was pushed knuckle deep into her pussy.
“How safe are you feeling now, little girl?”

Zoe didn’t feel safe at all,
but there was nothing she could do about it, and in all honesty
there was nothing that she
wanted
to do to stop him from doing what he was doing.
She gasped out a moan as the finger was withdrawn from her aching
body, suddenly feeling empty and definitely feeling needy. She felt
Dawson move away from her but he was back within no time at all and
Zoe found herself holding her breath again while she waited to see
what he was going to do to her next. She desperately wanted more
than his finger inside her, she finally admitted to herself, and
the anticipation of it was driving her up the wall.

Zoe felt Dawson’s hand on her buttocks
again and he placed one of his feet between hers and kicked her
legs wide apart. Then his finger returned to slide between her lips
and she gasped again when he found her clit with unerring
precision. Of course, the fact that it was swollen with lust made
it an easy task for him to do.

Zoe gave another moan as he started to
rub her clit again, alternating between sliding his finger between
her lips to coat it in her juices and thrusting it up into her
aching pussy before returning to her clit and starting the process
all over again. She could feel a heat start to build up in the pit
of her stomach and tingles ran up and down her spine. Her nipples
puckered and tightened into hard peaks and she knew that her orgasm
was close.

“You’re such a responsive little slut,
aren’t you?” She moaned at his words, but was unable to voice a
response. “How close are you, Zoe?”

“I’m close. So close.” For the life of
her she couldn’t say more than that; she just gripped onto the
radiator and prayed that it would hold her up. She could feel her
clit pulsating under his touch, and just when she thought she was
going to fall over the edge in to an earth-shattering climax, she
howled with pain. “Oh my God! What did you do?” she wailed, as a
pain unlike any other shot through her nether regions.

“Look down and you’ll see.” Dawson’s
voice almost held a hint of curiosity in it, and as Zoe looked down
she saw that he was watching her face closely. Her eyes continued
to seek out what he had done and then went wide when she noticed
something that shouldn’t have been there; something that she would
never have thought would or could have been used this way. Dawson
had attached a small bulldog clip to her clit, effectively pinching
her and sending torrents of the most unbelievably pleasurable pain
running through her shaking body.

Her eyes flew to Dawson’s face again
and she moaned out loud for the umpteenth time when she noticed
that he was licking his finger and sucking her juices from it. The
alien feeling between her legs was becoming almost unbearable, and
Zoe wasn’t sure how much more of it she could handle. “Please,
Dawson. Take it off, please. It hurts.”

“Just breathe through it,
Zoe. You’ve done well and it’s almost over.” She flushed at his
praise and then mentally berated herself for feeling proud.
Kinky freak
. “How are
your nipples feeling, Zoe?” She had completely forgotten all about
the paperclips that were still attached to her tits, and as a
result was surprised when Dawson mentioned it.

“Okay. They feel okay. It’s not
hurting at all.” The surprise she felt was mirrored in her
voice.

Dawson got to his feet and stood by
the side of her and Zoe’s hand itched to reach out and touch the
hard bulge that was still very much in evidence in his pants. It
took a lot of mental effort to stop herself, but she knew that if
she touched him he would punish her again.

Dawson had seen her looking though,
and he chuckled softly. “Is this what you want, Zoe?” He placed his
hand over his crotch and rubbed it up and down; Zoe could feel her
eyes getting even wider. She nodded and licked her lips, unaware of
the movement until Dawson gave a moan of his own as he saw the tip
of her tongue poke out from her wanton mouth.

She watched him shake his head almost
imperceptibly, as though he was giving himself a mental chastising.
Then he reached a hand forward and pulled a paperclip off one of
her nipples. Pain shot through Zoe’s breast, bringing tears to her
eyes. The other paperclip was removed equally as quick and she
gasped loudly, “Shit!”

Zoe didn’t think that it could get any
worse, but then she saw Dawson take the ruler back out of his pants
pocket and she gulped; she’d thought wrong. Dawson swung the ruler
and as it connected, Zoe’s clit tried to swell even more. The fact
that it was still imprisoned in the bulldog clip’s vice-like grip
made it impossible though. Dawson tilted his head down so that his
mouth was level with her ear. “That was number five, Zoe. Just in
case you’d forgotten.”

Zoe groaned again. “Five,” she
gasped.

“Good girl.” The ruler was brought
down again, quickly followed by two more strikes in quick
succession.

“Six! Seven! Eight! Fuck!” Zoe was
openly crying now, not making any attempt to hide her tears simply
because she was unaware of them. She had never felt so humiliated,
frustrated or turned on in all her life, and if he didn’t let her
come soon, she had a very real fear that she might pass
out.

Dawson smacked her again. “Nine!” And
then as the ruler connected with her burning hot ass for the tenth
time, he quickly and simultaneously removed the bulldog clip with
his other hand. Zoe lost it; she didn’t just fall into her orgasm,
she hurtled towards it and embraced it. It felt as though her pussy
exploded and with a sense of disbelief, she felt her juices running
down her legs that were shaking so much she could no longer hold
herself up. Her knees finally gave way and she crumpled to the
floor; one arm up and over the radiator because it was still
attached by the handcuffs.

It felt as though she couldn’t breathe
but in all actuality she was panting so hard that she was almost
sobbing. Zoe felt rather than heard a click as Dawson unlocked the
handcuffs and her arm fell limply into her lap. Finally getting her
breathing under control, Zoe looked up at Dawson who was still
stood looking down at her with an enigmatic expression on his
handsome face. Zoe had no idea just how beautiful she looked to him
in that moment; her panties around her ankles, her breasts pulled
up and out of her bra, and streaks of mascara running down her
shocked face.

Zoe had wanted to feel him inside her
but it soon became evident that Dawson was not going to let that
happen. He extended his hand and took hers, helping Zoe to her feet
and giving her time to steady herself before he let go. “You can
use my bathroom to clean up.” He nodded his head in the room’s
direction. “In the cabinet under the sink you’ll find a dress that
I think will fit you. It might be a little too large but it will do
you until you can get home.”

Zoe hadn’t even thought
about the dress that he had ripped from her body, and she had
certainly not given a thought to how she was going to go home
dressed only in her bra and panties. The fact that Dawson
had
thought about it
added to the humiliation and shame Zoe was feeling, and she hurried
off to the bathroom to straighten up, put some clothes on and try
and get her mind back to some kind of normality.

Zoe returned a short while
later wearing some nondescript black dress she had found under his
sink. Her face was washed and devoid of makeup and if her legs were
still a little bit shaky, now it was because of nerves at facing
Dawson again rather than the fact that he had made her body feel an
unbelievable mixture of pleasure and pain; she was completely
mortified.
As well you should be.
Her inner voice was back with a
vengeance.

Dawson had seated himself
back behind his desk, looking up at her as she walked back into the
room. Zoe wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say to him, or even
if she
could
say
anything to him, but Dawson soon took care of the problem for her,
much to her relief.

“Is your curiosity satisfied now?” Zoe
knew that she was blushing bright red and she decided not to even
attempt an answer. “Now you know what goes on behind my closed
office door and why every woman that leaves here does so with a
smile on her face.” Zoe cast her eyes downwards and simply stared
at a spot on his desk so that he would hopefully not be able to see
how ashamed of herself she was.

“You can have your severance
package, Zoe.” Her eyes flew back to his face. Was he being
serious? “Everything you asked for; the car, the money and even the
discount on any flights you might make over the course of the next
twelve months.” Zoe couldn’t believe her ears. Was he really
agreeing with everything she wanted?
Wow,
girl, that’s a win for the record books.

“There is a stipulation, however.”
Dawson looked back down at the papers he held in his hands. “You
are never to come back here to these offices.” That was absolutely
fine as far as Zoe was concerned. “Furthermore, you will endeavor
to ensure that you are never in the same room as me at any time.
Ever.” He looked back up at her. “That last point is
non-negotiable. Do I make myself clear, Zoe?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, you do.
Perfectly clear.” As though she would ever want to be in the same
room as him after this, she thought. Hell, she couldn’t wait to get
out of here now, so why would she want to put herself back in the
same predicament?

“Good. You may leave.” Dawson nodded
his head in the direction of his office door. “Goodbye,
Zoe.”

Feeling suitably dismissed
and very much like a naughty child, Zoe turned on her heels and
quickly walked from the room with her head held deliberately high.
As she left the building she gulped in a grateful lungful of fresh
air and heaved a sigh of relief. Checking her watch, she was amazed
to see how late it was. Although Zoe felt relatively sober, she
decided to call a cab and pick her car up in the
morning.

All the way home in the taxi
Zoe kept mulling over what had transpired that evening. She
couldn’t believe that she had
barged
in on Dawson and demanded a
severance package that even to her seemed extortionate. What was
even harder to comprehend was the fact that he had actually agreed
to everything, especially after she’d let him do all those kinky
things to her. She felt her face get hot at the memory, and
unbelievably her clit gave a little pulsating throb. What on earth
was wrong with her? She must be warped to have been so turned on by
what Dawson did to her.
That’s what I’ve
been telling you all bloody night.