Taken by the Billionaire (8 page)

Suddenly, he stopped.

I groaned and opened my eyes, looking up at him in confusion and irritation. I had been so close! My orgasm was
right there
, just about to explode, and he stopped! What had he—

He pounded deep into me with one hard, punctuated stroke that made my breasts bounce and my brain snap, and then he slowly pulled back again.

“I need your help tomorrow, Sarah,” he whispered, “and I’m not going to let you come until you agree to help me.”

“If that’s how you’re going to play, the answer’s no,” I said, but then I groaned in pleasure as he gave me another hard, quick stroke.

“I can wait here all night, sweetie,” he said, and he thrust himself deep into me once more, dragging himself back out as a wave of excruciating pleasure made its way up my spine. “I will fuck you like this all night, keeping you at the edge but never letting you climax, holding you down and making you take every last bit of it, until you agree to help me.”

I cried out again as he penetrated deep inside me once more.

“Aaah! What do you want me to do?” I gasped, panting in a mix of excitement and frustration.

“I want you to stay by my mother’s side—all day if you have to—and figure out what she and Sergei were talking about today. I need to find out what he’s been up to.”

“That’s all? You just want me to wheedle information from your elderly mother?” I asked, finally able to construct a coherent sentence now that the heavenly thrusts had stopped.

“It’ll be harder than you think. She’s been fending off spies for years, and she won’t open up so quickly to an outsider like you,” he said. “Will you do it?”

I thought about it for a moment, and the second the word ‘Yes’ formed on my lips, Peter’s hands shot back out, grabbing me by the forearms again, and he thrust his member deep into me.

I screamed deliriously as he stroked in and out of me at a frenzied pace, both taking me for all I was worth and also giving it all back to me in pleasures ten-fold. My consciousness seemed to fade in and out, more often than not letting my animal desires take control as my orgasm sparked back to life and quickly built up into a blazing inferno inside me.

A powerful scream wrenched itself from my chest and escaped through my lips as my orgasm ignited my entire body. I was burning up. My skin was on fire, and the heavenly fire was spreading up my spine and setting off every nerve in my body. My body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of powerful muscle contractions worked their way up my body starting between my legs as I clenched instinctively around his shaft and ending at my chest.

Suddenly, Peter pulled out of me with a groan of delight, and he came as well. I felt hot pin-pricks against my belly as his seed landed on me, and white spots stood out in sharp contrast on my red panties.

My mind slowly came down from its high, and I laid my head back on the soft carpet and basked in the euphoric glow as Peter joined me on the floor and took me in his arms.

I felt comfortable like this, I realized. I was safe and happy in his arms, and it felt as if—in spite of his domineering tendencies and his temper—Peter actually
did
care about me. There was more to him than he liked to show the world, and I felt like I was getting a tiny taste of the
real
Peter as he lovingly held me.

He really does care
, I thought.
Remember how scared he looked when he thought you’d been shot?

"Sarah?” he whispered, interrupting my thoughts as his lips brushed ticklishly against my ear.

“Yeah?” I whispered back sleepily. Now that the glorious sensations had run their course, I was starting to crash from exhaustion.

“One more thing to think about tomorrow...”

“What is it?” I asked, turning to him and wrapping my arms around him. He gave me a long, soft kiss, and then whispered to me once more.

“The other reason I want you to stay with my mother is because Sergei is going to try to kill you.”

I
felt Peter’s hand on my shoulder through my dreams as he gently shook me awake. I groaned and opened my eyes, and as my brain reconnected to the real world, I realized that he was lying in bed with me. I felt his body close to mine, warm and inviting against the cold night air. I snuggled up against him, still half-asleep as he put his arms around me, and I sighed contentedly at his touch. His arms were so tightly wrapped around me that I could barely breathe, but it somehow still felt perfect to me.

He held me close as we lay together and he whispered in my ear.

“I want you,” he whispered.

My mind woke up instantly at the sound of his voice in my ear. A tingle ran down my spine as his warm breath tickled my skin and made me squirm delightfully. God, I loved it when he got excited. It had only been a few hours at most—I’d lost track of time in my sleep—since we last parted, and he was ready to take me again already? He certainly had no shortage of stamina.

“Do you now?” I whispered back, and I snuggled up against him. I felt his smooth, bare chest against my back, warm and strong, as if he was containing me. Maybe he was protecting me. From what? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. All I cared about right now was his soft touch and his strong embrace.

He loosened his grip around me and caressed my cheek. This was perfect. This was how my life should be… laying in bed with him, finally breaking through the wall that separated us and getting the real Peter to come through to me. I could lay here forever and ever in his arms, feeling
loved
and not just
wanted
. There was a huge difference, and as much as his passions turned me on, laying here with him like this was something special to me.

“Desperately,” he growled. “I want to take you, to make love to you in a way you’ve never experienced before. Most importantly, I want you to let me. Will you?”

“Will I what? What are you hoping my answer is?” I asked coyly.

“I want you to give yourself to me right now, let me have my way with you, and let me blow your mind,” he half whispered, half growled in my ear. I nearly broke into a sweat at his words, and I took in a sharp breath as my heart started to pound excitedly in my chest. His voice was such a turn-on! Jesus Christ, it was as if he was speaking directly to my inner-most desires.

“Is that your fantasy? You want me to submit to you entirely, to let you have your way with me?” I purred, and I pressed myself back against him. I could feel him through his tight black boxer briefs, and I knew he was ready and waiting for me.

“My deepest, darkest fantasy,” he whispered back.

I snuggled up against him again and felt his hot breath against my neck as he kissed me and ran a hand slowly up my leg. The soft fabric of my long, flannel pajama pants just barely dulled the sensation of his palm against my hip and his fingertips flitting along the edge of my underwear. If only his hand could have been an inch further up my leg! I’d probably have pounced upon him right then and there.

“Get out of bed and follow me,” he whispered into my ear, his voice nearly dripping with desire, and then he released me and climbed out from beneath the warm blankets.

I didn’t care what time it was; it could be five in the morning and I wasn’t going to refuse now that he’d gotten me riled up. Why did it take so little for Peter to break down my defenses and get me so excited? It was as if every move he made, every touch of his hands and every whisper in my ear was enough tailor-made to drive me wild.

I climbed up out of bed, took his hand, and followed quietly behind him out of my bedroom. The house was silent and the hallway pitch-black but for one nearly burned-out candle flickering weakly in a black, wrought-iron sconce.

Peter led me down the long, dark hallway toward his own bedroom at the far end, and with each step I felt myself growing more and more excited. What was he planning? This was different, somehow, from our usual trysts; Peter practically radiated desire tonight as if he couldn’t bear to wait until morning.

He held the door open for me—ever the gentleman at least until the trousers came off—and then quietly closed it behind us. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the sound of the key turning in the lock, the telltale click of the bolt engaging as Peter locked us in. Of course it made sense that he’d lock the door—he wouldn’t want anyone walking in on us, no matter how unlikely that was at this hour of the night—but somehow hearing the click of the lock stand out against the dead silence of the night only added more kindling to the fire of excitement lighting up inside me.

A lamp glowed feebly on the bedside table, but even in the dim light, my eyes immediately caught the satin gleam of the deep red corset lying on the bed.

“Let me guess: you want me to put that on?” I purred playfully, pointing at the ribbed lingerie. He nodded back to me, his eyes filled with animal desire, and I felt as if he might start to drool if I didn’t satisfy his desires soon.

The corset straddled the line between fashion and play, lacking both the floral embroidery of the styles I’d consider wearing with an outfit and the shoulder straps and push-up cups so often seen in sexy lingerie corsets. It was good enough for me, though… I didn’t expect that I was going anywhere in it anyway, and Peter’s hungry gaze turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected. I just
knew
he’d imagined me wearing this corset and was practically begging me to put it on.

Its red satin sheen glowed in the flickering lamplight as I picked it up from the bed and motioned for him to turn away. I didn’t care about him watching me undress from a modesty standpoint now—certainly not after all the fun we’d had over the last few days—but I felt like it’d be sexier for him if he didn’t get to see me put it on. I wanted to make him wait and imagine what I’d look like when he turned around again. I was going to be a present for him to unwrap, and until I said he could turn around, he’d just have to cope with agonizing fantasy.

My pajama pants slipped down my legs, baring them to the cool night air and exposing my black underwear. The black cotton was a good match for the deep red, I thought; it didn’t have the same satin sheen as the corset, but in the darkness of the bedroom, it was a close enough match. My tank top followed shortly after the flannel pants, and the combined set of my pajamas made themselves comfortable in a pile by the door as I wrapped myself into the corset.

It was remarkably close to the right size, I thought as I adjusted the corset so that my breasts were comfortable and weren’t being squeezed. Even the cups were the right fit, to my surprise. cups and tucked my breasts in so they were comfortable. Right fit or not, though, I’d never been able to cinch a corset properly once it was on me. No matter how many times the girl in the store showed me that stupid trick with the doorknob, I’d still screw it up. I’d need Peter’s help.

“Peter, you can turn around if you’ll help me tighten it,” I whispered, and he excitedly spun around to see me. His eyes lit up, and I could tell he liked what he saw.

I turned away from him and stood still as he pulled the strings tight at my back. With each tug at the strings, I felt another part of the corset squeeze in snugly, hugging tightly to the curves of my body and, thanks to the lack of ribbing, molding to my shape instead of forcing me to change. I felt incomparably sexy in this corset, and the mirror hanging on the wall agreed with me.

“Close your eyes,” whispered Peter as he tied the final knot behind me.

I obeyed without question. I was excited already, and my chest rose and fell in anticipation. As I felt the soft fabric of a blindfold come down over my eyes, my brain leapt around inside my skull. I’d never been daring enough with any of my boyfriends back in college or grad school to try this.

I’d wanted to… I’d longed to ask them to blindfold me—to do more than that, even—but it had just seemed so dirty, so devious, that I’d never worked up the nerve.

“You are still okay, Sarah?” he whispered in my ear, and as his hands ran up my sides and massaged my constrained breasts through the material of the corset, I let out a quiet moan in reply. I was more than okay. I was almost shaking in excitement as I stood in the dark and felt the warmth of his bare chest against my back and his soft hands against my breasts.

I stood in the dark, my heart rate quickening as mental anticipation drove me wild, and I tried not to shake as Peter gently took me by the arms and pulled my hands behind my back. As I heard the series of quick, quiet clicks and felt the soft fur against my wrists, my brain leapt to attention as it realized what was happening.

Peter had just handcuffed my hands behind my back, and now I was completely his to do with as he pleased.

Competing emotions rose up inside me. I was scared now, just like I’d been scared to even
ask
my boyfriend for this in grad school, but I was also so excited that my mind was spinning. I felt as if I might hyperventilate as my heart pounded faster and faster in my chest and my breathing quickened to match it.

The fear quickly started to dissipate as I felt Peter wrap his strong arms around me, holding me close and comforting me as I brought myself back down from my momentary panic. I was still in the dark, I was still powerless against anything he might do with my hands bound, but now the balance of fear and excitement was tipping. I was getting more and more excited now, and a blaze of desire burned brightly inside me.

God, I want him to fuck me!

This was it; this was my own deepest fantasy, right here, right now. This is what got me reading dirty erotica in college and what occupied my daydreams at work. Peter was doing more than just satisfying his own needs… he was delving deep into the recesses of my mind and dredging up all my most secret of desires, yanking them up into the light, and promising to fulfill them all!

He let go of me and silently stepped away, leaving me adrift in the dark, agonizing silence.

My legs started to tremble. My mind was starting to imagine all the things that could happen, that hopefully
would
happen, and even though I couldn’t feel it just yet, I knew I had to be getting wet. This was too big a turn-on for me to not be getting wet.