Taken by the Tycoon (3 page)

As scared as she was to take the risk, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to explore whatever it was he had proposed.

Violet tentatively picked up the phone and texted the number on Stuart’s card.

Stuart? It’s Violet
.

Then she dropped the phone onto her bedside table like it was hot. What did she know about dating or sex these days? She felt like a fool wading way out of her depths where, at any moment, a wave could come crashing down over her head and whisk her out to sea. The last time she was single, there
was
no texting, and you waited for the man to call you, not the other way around. She wasn’t sure she liked this new dating where there didn’t seem to be any rules, or at least, if there were, she didn’t know what they were.

Her phone dinged with an incoming text and she let out a breath she hadn’t realize she’d been holding. She looked down and saw that, thankfully, it was from Stuart.

Hello, Violet. I’m happy to hear from you
.

Her heartbeat boomed in her ears.

Thanks. I have a few questions, if that’s okay.

Fire away
.

She breathed in, trying to steady her nerves and typed.

So this submissive thing, is it mostly sexual?

She couldn’t believe she’d mentioned sex in a conversation with this man so soon after they’d begun communicating, but he’d initiated it and it felt like she had no choice but to follow his lead if she wanted something to happen with him.

Yes
.

She stared at his response. So he wanted to have sex with her. The way he pressed her up against the lockers at the country club was her first clue, but this confirmed it, and the notion filled her with a combination of fear and excitement. She pictured him naked, poised over her and it made her sigh with longing.

Yes, that was all he was going to say about the matter? She needed to ask some more questions, and she hated that he was making her work for it.

What about the pain? That makes me nervous
.

Any pain I would inflict upon you would be to enhance your sexual pleasure
.

Oh. Good, she was worried he was into hurting women, but if it was about sex, she was more inclined to try it.

Okay
.

After she pressed send, she sat back on the bed, her fingers absently making their way between her legs.

Her phone binged.

I’d like to tie you up
.

Violet moaned. The idea made her incredibly horny, and she stroked herself through the fabric of her pants.

Then what?

She pressed send and smiled at her own boldness. Sending an encouraging text like that to a relative stranger was definitely not appropriate behavior. In fact, it was decidedly naughty, and she reveled in it.

Then I’d strip you naked and tease you and please you until you begged me for more
.

Whew! Her nipples hardened, and she rubbed herself harder. He was working her up into quite a frenzy. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the text.

That sounds nice
.

As soon as she pressed ‘send’ she wished she could take it back.
Nice?
How lame! She bit her lip waiting for his response.

It didn’t take long.

You look beautiful. I’m picturing you wearing sexy, black stockings and my cock is so hard it rips through them when I take you
.

Holy crap! He’d taken this from a Q&A to flat-out sexting. She’d heard of this sexting stuff, but she’d never done it before. Reading his words again, she couldn’t help but reach down and pull her pants and underwear down to her knees.

Damn, you have a big cock
.

She pressed send before she had a chance to think about it. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she giggled at her text. Not very original, but every man liked to hear that, didn’t they?

Lol.
Thanks. And since you admire it so much, I’m going to use it to fuck you—deep and hard
.

Her heart fluttered in her chest and she rolled her clit between her fingers. Her pussy was slick and she used her juices to lube her fingers while she played with herself. She pinched a nipple and was tugging at it when another text came in.

I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop
.

Do it
.

Sending those two words were all she could manage. A dare, said as much to herself as to him. Her brain had stopped working and she rubbed her pussy intently. She twisted her nipple at the same time, picturing Stuart, gorgeous Stuart, tying her up and fucking her poor, helpless body senseless. She was about to come when she looked down and saw another text.

Then I’m going to keep fucking you. You will be mine, and I’m going to ravage you until all you can think of is me
.

His words sent her over the edge in a powerful climax. Her limbs shook as she soared over the ledge into a sea of bliss that left her dizzy, and she lay there spent, wrung out in the most pleasurable sense.

Was that good for you? Violet, are you still there?

She could hear his sexy voice saying the words in her ear even though she was only reading them. How did he know she would be touching herself to his words?

Yes, it was amazing. How about you?

She felt rather brazen admitting to masturbating, and she was certain she was doing just that.

Intense. Meet me for coffee tomorrow
.

Okay.

She hadn’t even needed to think about it and had texted back almost involuntarily.

Hyatt. 11 am. Think of what you will use for your safeword and tell me then. Ciao.

Alright. Bye
.

And as quickly as his presence entered her bedroom—and made her come—he was gone. The experience had been both fulfilling and slightly strange at the same time. Dating in the twenty-first century was going to take some getting used to…

She re-read their text messages, and Stuart’s words gave her a thrill in her belly all over again. While she probably didn’t have much of a future as a phone sex operator, she
had
scored a date with the hottest man in town. And it wasn’t lost on her that he wanted her to meet him at a hotel.

Her heart in her throat, Violet approached the table from which Stuart watched her like a lion stalking a gazelle. He’d chosen a large, high-backed chair in a corner of the Hyatt’s tearoom, and he reminded her of a king on his throne, the five o’clock shadow he sported at eleven o’clock in the morning on a weekday reflecting a devil-may-care attitude.

Self-consciously, Violet fiddled with the pearls around her neck as she sat down across from him. “Hello,” she said nervously.

“Hello, Violet. It’s nice to see you,” he said.

She smoothed her dress. “You too.” While it was incredibly flattering for Stuart to be interested in her, it unnerved her at the same time. The man could have any woman in Texas, hell, any woman in the world for that matter. So why her? She’d already guessed she was one in a long line of women he probably had on a string. Like a baseball team—consisting of stars, pinch hitters, and lowly bench warmers. A man this attractive could be dangerous.

They ordered drinks, a latte for her and an espresso for him before he began, “So, what do you want to ask me?”

Now that she was in his presence, Violet felt cowed. She couldn’t decide what intimidated her more—his vast wealth, his fame, his impossibly good looks, or his youth, so she chose E. All of the above. Being in such close proximity to him twisted her stomach in knots.

“I guess I’m still unclear about the dominance/submissive thing.” She felt tongue-tied, stupid.

He was silent, his face blank.

Great, he wasn’t going to help her out a bit.

“I mean, why me?” Anxious jitters replaced her usual confidence, and suddenly she was transformed into an insecure teenager again, timid and gawky. The savvy, mature woman she’d been yesterday had vanished.

He tilted his head. “Surely you know what a stunningly beautiful woman you are.”

Her eyes widened. “Me?” Violet knew she was pretty, but stunning?

“I don’t see any other beautiful women at this table.” He smiled.

She swallowed hard, wishing her coffee would come soon. Her mouth was as dry as if she’d eaten sand. “But wouldn’t you be more interested in a woman your own age?” Her voice took on a slightly lecturing tone.

“Nope.” His aquamarine eyes sparkled.

“But why?” It came out a whine, a result of her frustration over him not holding up his end of the conversation.

“Because I prefer a woman with experience, one who knows her own mind.”

Thankfully, their drinks arrived and he took a long sip then nodded approvingly.

“But…” Violet protested.

“There are no buts. Violet, I am a man who gets what he wants. And right now I happen to want you.” His jaw clenched with determination.

“But I’m old.” The words tumbled out before she could take them back.

He laughed then wiped his mouth with his napkin. Leaning over he whispered, “I like to think of you as
ripe
. A delicious peach, just ready for the plucking.”

Heat spread throughout her body, filling her with desire. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples hardened. He had a way with words, she had to give him that.

She sipped her drink. It burned the inside of her mouth, and she puckered her lips. Damn, it was hot.

“You okay?” he asked with a smirk, seeming to be enjoy her discomfort.

“Fine, thank you,” she said and sat up a little straighter. “Well, I don’t understand the pain thing. Can you help me understand how people can
like
pain?”

“Well, some subs are really into pain. It gets them off. But for others, it’s not so much about the pain as it is the joy of submitting.”

“The joy of submitting?” She scrunched her face.

“Yes. Subs find a freedom in submitting to the will of their master. They want to please him above all else.”

That actually made sense. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to please Stuart, and the thought of it made her all tingly. Her pulse quickened and she considered his proposition. Her cunt must be dripping by this point.

“Perhaps you might learn the answers to your questions by trying it. Have you come up with a safeword? A word that will put a stop to whatever is happening.”

“Red. With yellow for caution.” She’d heard about using traffic light words and she knew she would remember them.

“Wonderful. Then would you like to accompany me upstairs?”

The invitation was impossible to refuse. Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded her answer.

He lifted his finger for the waitress to bring him the check.

* * *

Moments later, Violet perched on a couch in the lobby, trying her best to behave inconspicuously.

Stuart checked in to a room at the front desk then ambled past her. He casually whispered in Violet’s ear, “Meet me on the eighth floor,” before disappearing into the waiting elevator.

Giving discretion priority over lust, she waited several minutes before approaching the elevators. Once inside, she leaned against the back wall, grateful for a moment alone. Was she really going to a hotel room,
before noon
, with a man who was practically a stranger to her?

She considered pressing the button labeled “L” and returning to the lobby, but her hormones took over the decision-making process, and passion won the tug of war. After all it had been a long time since she’d—what did they say on TV?—had her pipes cleaned.

The elevator door opened, and Stuart stood outside holding his hand out to escort her. She took his hand, resigning herself to try his crazy, kinky world. She would allow him to dominate her, even if she made a fool of herself.

If it turned out badly, she would use a safe word, and she would never have to do it again. If it turned out well, she could only imagine how heavenly it would be to have him take her and use her body for his own gratification, and a shiver danced down her spine at the thought.

Her hand trembled as he led her down the hallway, and to her surprise he tucked her into the alcove that housed the ice machine. With a mischievous grin, he reached for the hem of her white sundress.

“I like your dress,” he said in a low, sexy voice.

“Thank you.”

Before she knew it his hand was up her skirt.

Her brain told her to be offended, to expect more preamble, not to allow such behavior in a public place. Propriety was of the utmost importance to her. But she closed her eyes, and a deep breath escaped her lips. Nothing was as important as her desire for him to touch her, so she opened her stance slightly to give him better access.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her. He held her close as he reached up to explore the heat between her legs. “Take off your underwear,” he said stepping back to watch.

Violet gulped. “Okay.”

“‘Yes, sir’ is the correct response.”

“Yes, sir.” It came out a squeak. It felt odd calling someone younger than herself “sir,” but at the same time, it was intoxicating. The way he’d taken charge of her and the situation made her heart flutter in her chest.

She yanked her panties down to her ankles, then hurriedly pulled them off and put them in her purse.

He pushed her up against the wall and his fingers walked up her thigh. His touch was electric and experienced, he invaded her folds with an enthusiasm that set her pulse thrumming. He stroked her pussy with one hand and her face with the other, while his mouth found hers. Fireworks detonated in Violet’s mind, stars flashed and she could feel mini explosions going off inside her body. It had been so long…