If You Want It (BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance) (If You Dare Book 2) (4 page)

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Chapter Five

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They rode the elevator up to the top floor, and Zoe gasped at the sheer opulence of Dawson’s suite. She had thought that Armando’s was luxurious, but it was nothing compared to this. Cream leather couches were strategically placed on a black marble floor that shone so much Zoe could literally see her reflection in it. Beautiful solid wood tables were placed between the seating and crystal lamps lit the room up. A large island separated the living area from the small but fully functional kitchen, which was kitted out in stainless steel appliances.

Through an open door Zoe could see an enormous bed which was covered in red satin sheets. The room looked innocuous enough, but she knew that as soon as she stepped in there it would turn into something a lot more than a mere bedroom. It would become whatever den of iniquity Dawson wanted it to be. And she was more than just a little okay with that.

She jumped as Dawson spoke from behind her. “You know where I want you, Zoe.” She turned her head to look at him and he nodded in the direction of the bedroom. “Take off your clothes and wait for me.”

She didn’t question him. She didn’t even argue or put up a token objection. He’d already informed her downstairs that she would have to be punished, so she was under no false illusions as to what he intended to do, even if she didn’t know the details. He was going to inflict some kind of pain on her, but it was going to be a pain that she knew from experience would send her into throes of ecstasy unlike anything else could. It was a pain that she dreaded but craved all at the same time.

She walked into the bedroom with her head held high. Dawson might have control over her in this kind of situation, but it was only because she chose to let him have that control. And ultimately that meant that she was the one who was holding the reins, because she could walk away from this any time she wanted to. The truth was she
didn’t
want to.

Zoe stripped off her clothes and let them fall to the floor. She stood facing the bed with her back to the door, her legs shaking slightly in anticipation of what punishment Dawson might dole out this time. She sensed rather than heard him walk up behind her and her back automatically straightened and she raised her chin in an almost defiant gesture.

She shivered as he ran a hand down her back, tracing her spine and ending with a swift swat on her ass. “Bend over the bed.” Again, there was no ‘please’. It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and Zoe did as she’d been told without hesitation, resting her upper body on the mattress and keeping her legs straight and her feet flat on the floor. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but she also felt brave and unafraid.

She heard the rustle of clothing being removed and fought the impulse to turn her head to watch. Dawson had a magnificent body and just the sight of it made her salivate with longing. But she knew that if she looked at him, the punishment she received would be more severe. She felt him move behind her and held her breath while she waited.

“Count them out, Zoe.” She knew that her ass was in for a world of pain and she felt her body stiffen in readiness. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dawson’s hands holding his belt, and she gave a gulp. He’d used a ruler on her before, but never a belt and she couldn’t help but think that it was going to be a lot more painful somehow.

A second later she found out exactly how much more painful the belt could be, and the noise it made just added to the experience. As the leather connected with her bare ass she gave a small yelp. “One.” Dawson changed position and slapped the belt from another angle, once more making her jump in reaction. “Two.”

The third strike was harder, and he caught her right beneath her cheeks. “Fuck! Three!” Zoe felt her pussy dampen and her clit throbbed to life. Dawson rubbed the palm of his hand over her already burning ass cheeks, and she gave a low moan; the sound involuntary and not even noticed by her. He brought the leather down on her again and she felt tears threaten to fall. “F-four.”

The fifth and sixth slaps were counted out and she felt herself starting to blank out the pain while the pleasure seemingly increased. She could hear Dawson breathing heavily from behind her, and she was glad that her ‘punishment’ seemed to be affecting him too. The belt connected with her quivering flesh once more, and her tits ached as her nipples hardened and pebbled against the mattress beneath her. “Seven!” She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. Not because of the pain, but because she could already feel her orgasm threatening to overcome her trembling body.

“You’re such a good girl, Zoe.” Dawson’s hands were soothing her heated skin and she moaned again. She wanted the punishment to end, but at the same time she wanted it to go on forever. Was it turning him on as well? She desperately wanted to look at him to see, but she knew that wasn’t allowed so she had to satisfy herself with imagining him naked and hard as he used his belt on her.

The next strike caught her between the legs and landed directly on her swollen pussy lips, and she couldn’t help crying out. “Shit! Eight!” Dawson paused as he ran his fingers between her crack and felt how wet she was. She heard him give a chuckle just before he brought the belt down two more times in quick succession. “Nine-ten!” Her words ran together as the tears that had been threatening fell freely, wetting the cover on the bed. Zoe could feel her ass throbbing, but it was nothing in comparison to the ache she felt between her legs.

“Good girl.” The praise from Dawson made her glow and she trembled again as she waited for the eleventh strike from the belt. It never came though, and instead Dawson moved to the side of the bed. “Get on the bed and on your back, Zoe.” She did as she was told and licked her lips as his naked body came into view for the first time. “Don’t move.” He walked back into the living room and Zoe strained her ears to try and hear what he might be doing.

A few minutes later he came back carrying an ice-bucket, and she held back the groan of protest. She’d drunk enough champagne the previous night to last her a lifetime, and just the thought of drinking it now made her stomach flip. She’d been worried for nothing though because there was no bottle in the bucket; just a lot of ice cubes.

“Do I need to restrain your arms?”
He was actually giving her a choice this time? That was a first
, she thought as she shook her head to indicate that there was no need for her to be tied up. “Do not move.” She couldn’t have even if she’d wanted to. Zoe was too enthralled with his sheer masculinity as she watched him retrieve a cube of ice and climb up next to her.

With one hand he took hold of her wrists and maneuvered them above her head. With the other hand he held the now dripping ice cube over her chest and let the freezing cold water hit her heated skin. Zoe felt her flesh get goosebumps as her skin cooled, and she held her breath as her eyes followed the path of his hand. Dawson held the ice over her nipple and let it drip onto her already hard peak before retrieving a fresh cube and giving her other breast the same treatment.

Zoe moaned as freezing cold water connected, and her back arched up off the mattress in response. Dawson let go of her wrists, but she knew not to move her arms down as he changed direction and trailed ice cold water down over her stomach. “How does that feel?”

“Cold. It feels cold.” The cold was countered by the heat emanating from her body though, and as such it actually felt quite good.

Dawson moved to nestle between her legs, pushing her thighs apart as he reached for yet another ice cube. Zoe watched as he popped it into his mouth and then lowered his face; maintaining eye contact with her the whole time. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as he touched his mouth to her clit; the ice he held between his lips instantly numbing her sensitive nub almost painfully.

He moved his head backwards and forwards, cooling her hot flesh as the ice melted and dripped onto her. Zoe felt her nipples harden in response and her clit started to throb mercilessly. “Please, Dawson.” Her voice was harsh with longing, but he wasn’t listening to her. Ignoring her pleas, he reached for another ice cube and used his fingers to trail it down over her clit and between her pussy lips before inserting it inside her. “Shit! No Dawson! It burns!”

In all fairness to him, he fished the ice out of her immediately, and then bent his head down and soothed her with his tongue. As the life came back to her frozen nether regions, Zoe could feel the sensations that the warmth of his tongue was sending through her. Of its own volition her hand came down on the top of his head, her fingers wrapping themselves in his thick hair before he pulled his head away and gave her hand a swift slap.

“What do you think you’re doing? You know better than to touch me when I haven’t given you permission, Zoe.” She moaned as he pushed himself up onto his knees, the attention that he’d been giving her pussy coming to a complete stop. “Why are you here, Zoe? I want to hear you tell me.”

Zoe mentally shook the haze away from her brain and quickly thought of her answer. She didn’t think that ‘
because you’re going to fuck my brains out and I’m going to enjoy
it’ would be an acceptable response somehow. “Because you said that I needed to be punished.”

“Punished for what?” he prompted.

“I’m to be punished for getting intimate with Armando when I was supposed to be working.” She could feel her body cooling down and gave an involuntary shiver.

“And just how, exactly, do you think that holding my head up against your hot cunt is punishment for you?” His voice had become as cool as her skin was, and Zoe could have howled in frustration.

“I’m sorry, Dawson. I didn’t think.” And she hadn’t thought. How could she when he was tantalizing her body like he had been? Dawson got completely up off the bed, making Zoe want to howl once more. “Exactly. You didn’t think, did you? And when you are on the clock conducting my business and I’m paying you, that’s what you’re being paid to do. Think.”

Standing at the foot of the bed he placed his hands on her knees and pulled her towards him so that she was sat on the edge the mattress with him standing between her open knees. His cock was at eye level with her, still standing hard and proud just inches away from her face. Without saying another word, Dawson tangled his hand in her long hair, making a fist in her tresses that pulled her hair tight and almost brought tears to her eyes. He gave a small tug downwards from the back of her head, tilting her head up so that he could look at her face.

“You need to understand once and for all that this is not about your pleasure, Zoe; it’s about your punishment. You are here for me to get pleasure from you, and if memory serves me correctly, which it invariably does, that in itself will then give you pleasure. Do you understand me?”

Zoe gave a little kitten mewl in the back of her throat; the mental image of her giving him pleasure stoking the heat inside her once again. Before her relationship with Dawson she had never thought that pleasuring a man would turn her on so much, and yet now she craved being able to give him the pleasure he needed and demanded.

“Answer me, Zoe.” He was being stern and commanding with her, and she didn’t once think about protesting.

“Yes, I understand.” Her voice was husky and quiet but he could hear her perfectly well.

“Then pleasure me.” He released his hold on her head and her eyes traveled back down his body until they came to rest on his manhood. She opened her mouth and bobbed her head forwards, closing her lips around the tip of his cock and flicking her tongue over the bulbous head. “That’s it. Just like that.” His voice had deepened with lust and she felt an answering pull of desire pool in the pit of her stomach.

She opened her mouth wider and slid it down his length, tightening her lips when she reached the base and running her tongue around the underside of his knob; tracing the veins and lapping at the bead of moisture she found there. She brought her mouth back up and wrapped her small fist around him before sliding both her mouth and her hand back down to his base.

Dawson gave a low moan and she felt his hand go back to her hair and his fingers tightened enough to be firm but not painful. He pushed his hips forward and at the same time applied a little pressure to Zoe’s head, effectively pushing her down further onto him. She opened her throat up as wide as possible and managed to take him quite deep until she began to gag and pulled away. Dawson stopped applying pressure to her head immediately and let her catch her breath before he put his hand back onto her head and did it again.

This time she held her breath and swallowed him even deeper; feeling a sense of pride when he went past the part of her throat that made her gag. Dawson pushed his hips forwards and once again held her head in place until she gasped for breath and pulled away. Strings of drool coated her lips and his cock and ran down her chin; Zoe wiped it away with the back of her hand while she looked up at him.