The Billionaire's Bet #3: A Risky Raise (Erotic Romance with alpha male) (5 page)

“You look beautiful, all slathered in hot red wax.”
Dominic smiled and continued to let the drips fall down. My cheek was on the soft cushion, and I was staring at his crotch, his tented pants clearly showing his arousal.

He moved up toward my breasts and let the drips fall down onto my nipple. Again and again. I couldn’t even count how many times the wax fell on top of me or how many times I cried out.

By the time he was done I was breathing heavily, and my eyes were closed.

“You’ve endured that magnificently, Jul
ie. Wonderful.”

He got up from the bed, blew out the candle and put it on a stand on the cabinet. Ripping open his shirt, he licked his lips at the sight of me and threw his shirt aside. His taut body, lean slabs of muscles and
alluring posture were appetizing to look at.

He came to the side of the bed and loosened the chains on the bed. I could move up and down now, but not enough to free myself. Only my arms could be moved.
Then he unhooked his belt buckle and slipped it out of his pants.

“Turn around,” he said. ‘The chains give you enough freedom to do so.”

I slowly did what he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was doing, but he walked away. I could only see the stone wall now.

“Raise your butt, sit up in doggy style. You have enough room now.”

I flushed feeling embarrassed by what he said, but did it anyway. I knew I had to listen, and the power he had over me was intoxicating. He was right though, the chains gave my arms enough room to move down and raise my back.

Th
en I heard the flick of leather being stretched and pulled together.

“You still need to be punished for running
away from me and not listening,” he said, his voice darker than usual.

I swallowed.
I had a feeling deep down in my gut I knew what he was about to do.

When his belt came down I squealed from the pain. Biting down on the bed sheets I gasped as he spanked me time and time again. Five times, I counted, on each butt cheek. My skin was probably red by now
, and his hand that smoothed across it was painful.

“
Shh …” he murmured.

He smacked me twice again
, and the burn caused me to gasp.

“Now, what did you do wrong?” he asked with a demanding voice.

“I didn’t do what you asked in the kitchen and I ran away from you, master.”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry, master, it won’t happen again.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure it will, but I’ll be there to punish you again. I’m glad you’re improving though.”

He grabbed something off the cabinet, and I could hear it squirt. Whatever it was, he was rubbing it between his hands, the sound of it sounding like a squish. He stroked it across my aching butt in circular motions. Kneading, slowly and soft, with a loving hand, and I knew he was done with punishing me.

From time to time his fingers slipped further down my thighs, sometimes coming close to my groin, but never touching me there where I wanted him to touch me. Delving deeper and deeper, but carefully avoiding that one spot, he brought me to a state of pure longing.
I wanted, needed, his fingers to feel me.

He released me.
I sighed from the sudden loss of his warm hands on my skin, and wished he’d return.

Sounds of his zipper coming loose were audible.
I could hear the cotton stretch over his length and I knew it was fully erect already.

“Too bad you aren’t wearing your collar. I could’ve used that nicely, like last time,”
he said, chuckling. “Turn around again.”

I did what he commanded and raised my head to see him in his full, naked glory. He was magnificent to gaze at and his overbearing nature stirred my insides even more.

He walked forward and crawled over me like a beast, trailing kisses along the way. I bit my lip from the excitement, as he circled his tongue just above my sex, teasing me. He dove further in between my legs and kissed my folds. I squiggled underneath him.

“Hold still. Don’t move an inch,” he said with an insistent voice.

Dominic pushed his tongue onto my skin, and the warmth set me ablaze. He licked my folds softly. In soft strokes he brushed along my labia, making me moan. He moaned, too, against me, and the vibrations of his voice against my skin were delicious.

He kissed and nudged with his tongue, pushing me further open. His licks became more fervent as he
delved deeper and deeper.

Oh, Jesus, this is too go
o
d.

He circled around my clit, flicking it with his tongue sometimes. I could barely stop myself from moving, wanting to raise my groin and meet his mouth.

“Hmmm …” he murmured. “I love how you taste.”

He kissed
my skin and pressed his mouth onto my folds. Sometimes he nibbled on me, and the slight pain of it aroused me. A loud moan escaped my mouth as he dipped his tongue inside. His fingers started working on my nub, while he licked and kissed me at the same time.

“Oh, I can’t hold it!” I screamed, as he used both his fingers and his mouth to pleasure me now.

“Yes, come, baby. Do it,” he commanded.

When his tongue hit my sweet spot I was engulfed by the sudden orgasmic flows. My back arched from the explosive feeling gushing through me. I panted, closed my eye
s and enjoyed the dreamy waves.

Dominic wiped his mouth on the sheets and chuckled. “God, you were so wet for me.”

He came up and crawled on top of me again. I could feel his body press against mine and I loved how it completely enwrapped me. His cock gently nudged my entrance, circling around it, making my body want him again.

He pushed inside until he was completely in, and the feeling of him entering me made me moan. He groaned from the sounds I made and took his member in and out again, the same full motion as last time.

Kissing my sternum, he thrust inside, making me quiver. His lips were tantalizing, the way he moved them across my shoulder and neck, dragging them along. I loved how he lingered on my skin each time he dove inside.

“Oh, Julie …” he whispered into my ear. His hands clasped mine and I entangled my fingers through his. I wish I could hold his body, but the chains were too tight around my wrists to free myself. I loved this though. The way he took me like I was truly his and how it felt like I was the only one for him.

My body rocked up and down with his, trying to move with his rhythm, even though my legs couldn’t go anywhere. He was panting, sweating heavily, as he pumped inside my pussy.

“Ah,
yes!” He grunted.

His muscles tensed, strained with his cock inside me. I could feel him
pulsate, and soon a hot jet of liquid spurted out. Dominic’s face contorted as he shot his cum inside, filling me up with his warmth.

When he was
sated, his cock slipped out of me. His body was trembling. He sank, unable to hold himself, and lay down on top of me. His scent was intoxicating, and I couldn’t stop myself from smelling him. How I loved his company and deep, dark affection.

He rolled off me and lay down beside me, unclasping my hands from the chains. He breathed heavily and placed his head on top of my breasts
as if they were cushions. His fingers slithered across my belly and he pulled me closer to him. On his face was a content smile.

“You know …
I can’t imagine living without you anymore. I’ve really become attached to you,” he said.

I smiled. “Hmm … you’re not the only one.”

He looked up at me. His radiant blue eyes shone with such devotion, it made my heart jump. Each time I looked at him I could feel my pulse racing.

“
Really?”

I nodded.

Why did he ask that? Does he find it hard to believe someone could be happy with him?

“I’ve been wanting to say this to you, but … I don’t know, I just couldn’t, but I really want to now, so …
I think … I love you,” he whispered. The words reverberated in my mind, as if the words were sung by the ever-blowing wind.

“
I love your stubbornness, how you don’t always listen, how you disappear into that world of yours where you write days on end,” he said. “I love how I can enjoy sexy games with you and that you’ll drink with me like a friend would. I can laugh and cry when you’re around without feeling ashamed and I can say and do what I want without being afraid of you running away.”

My cheeks burned with heat.
My inner self screamed out to smother him with kisses.

Had he just made a love
confession to me?

What he said rung true though. I felt the same when I was around him. I
adored his cute smile, the way it made me laugh, his beautiful eyes and that strong physique. I loved running my fingers through that soft, blond hair of his. I cherished his character and personality. I could do anything when I was around him. Laugh and cry with him. Share in the fun and lust. Never afraid to bare all. It didn’t matter what he saw of me. I knew he’d accept everything I was.

“I love you, too,” I said.

I bent my head and met his lips. Our kisses were passionate and sweet, full of love. He entwined his fingers through mine, and we just lay there, silently enjoying each other’s love and company.

Chapter 5

After I’d cleaned myself, we were both too tired to do anything else. We slept in the floating bed that night, and the strange rocking sensation made me have strange dreams. When I awoke, Dominic sat on the edge of the bed, his back arched and his hands clenched something.

I blinked a couple of times, getting used to the morning light, before getting up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed a patch of his hair. I peeked over his shoulder and saw he was typing a message to this Sharon lady again.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Sending a text.”
He quickly pressed the button, before I could see what he was typing.

I rolled my eye
s. “Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

He shrugged, my arms rol
ling off him. “Does it matter?”

I pulled back and folded my arms. “Yeah, it does. I still don’t understand why she keeps contacting yo
u at home, outside work hours.”

He stood up and si
ghed. “Seriously? This again …”

“Yes, Dom. Yesterday you said you love me, but you keep withholding things.
Why can’t we share everything?”

He balled up his fists. “Because it’s dangerous, Julie.
The less you know, the better.”

I frowned and my
jaw dropped.

What? I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“Why? Am I stupid or something?”

“No, Julie, of course not.” He put the phone away and started dressing. “But i
f you did, you’d be in danger.”

“What the hell is going on then? What could be so bad that you can’t tell me?”

He put on his tie, pulling so hard each time it looked like he almost strangled himself. “I told you my dad left me some serious shit when I got the casino. I wasn’t joking.”

“Well, why would it involve me? Why would I be in danger? And what does
that woman have to do with it?”

Dominic
stomped up and down, his nostrils flaring, almost as if he was exploding with anger. “She has everything to do with it.”

“Why? Who is she?” I came up from the bed, my arms still folded, and stood in front of him, my posture rigid. I tried to match his dominance, but he still towered above me.

“A goddamn private investigator, alright?”

My eyes widened and my breathin
g stopped for a second. “What?”

“You heard me.” He put his phone in his pocket and
straightened his collar in the mirror. “I don’t want you involved. It’s bad enough as it is.”

“Well, I’m involved with you. I guess that warrants the fact that I’m already in that shit of yours quite deep.”

He took a deep breath. “Listen, Julie.” He turned around and grabbed me by my arms. “I don’t want you hurt. What I said yesterday … I meant it. I want to protect you and that’s the only reason I’m doing this.”

I looked him in the
eye, and he seemed very worried. Still, it didn’t justify the fact that he refused to give me more. Almost as if he thought I couldn’t handle it, and it made me feel like I wasn’t on the same level, even though he’d made me feel I was.

“Don’t go outside,” he continued. “Close the blinds in front of the windows. Lock the doors, don’t open them for anyone. Don’t pick up the phone and don’t answer any emails.” He pecked me swiftly on the cheeks.

“You’re going again? You can’t be serious. You expect me to sit here and be quiet?” I said, furious he was leaving me again without telling me what he was doing.

“
I have to deal with this, okay? Just promise me you’ll do what I say. Do this for your master, please.”

The word please had an imploring tone, which I had not heard from him before.

I swallowed and closed my eyes. “Fine.”

He ki
ssed me on my forehead. “Good.”

His fingers slid over my cheek, and he lifted my chin. “I do love you. That didn’t change and it won’t, no matter what happens.” He kissed me tenderly and then left my lips empty
, as he rushed downstairs and closed the door behind him.

***

I tried so hard to get my fingers to type something, but they kept hovering over the keyboard without striking a key. I couldn’t muster the will to push them. Nothing good would come out anyway. I hadn’t written anything since Dominic left. I’d been sitting here all day, mulling over what he was doing, and it was eating me up inside.

D
amn it! Why does this have to be so hard?

The doorbell phone rang
, and I stood up to answer it, even though I remember Dominic telling me not to do so. I didn’t really think there was any danger in it. Sure, some shit was happening with him and the casino, and he’d hired a private detective, but what in the world would that have to do with me or his home?

I shrugged, and picked it up. “Hello?”

“Is this Miss Julie Fury?”

I flushed. “Excuse me?”

“Fury? Julie Fury?” It was the doorman down below, I recognized it.

“No, my name’s not Fury.
Just Julie. Julie Valentine.”

“Oh. Well, I’ve got a package here for you,” he said, his voice sounding oddly hoarse. “I’m bringing it up in a second.”

A package for me? Who in the world would know I was here?

“Ah, no thank you,” I said.
“I’ll pick it up later today.”

“Sorry Miss,” he said, stuttering. “But I insist. I will bring it up right away.”

I sighed. “If you have to.”

There was no response.
The bleeps were already audible.

Did he just hang up on me?

I counted down the seconds it took for the elevator to arrive. If he really was in a hurry and went in the first one that was available, he would be here any moment now. I walked over to the door and opened it. A short guy, our doorman, stood there with a package in his hand. The only weird thing about it was that his face was red, his eyes glazed with tears and that his fingers were trembling.

He dropped the box in his hands. “I’m sorry …” he mumbled.

A gun appeared out of nowhere. It came from the side, and my eyes couldn’t register it, but the booming sound it made was enough for me to know what happened.

The doorman dropped to the floor, a dark mark on his temple. Red fluid seeping out.

My mouth dropped open, a shriek came out.

I panicked and stepped back a few times. A man turned his head around the corner and looked at me.
A mask covered his face, but I could see his eyes. His eyes were like a predator’s eyes; vicious and threatening.

I tried to slam the door shut, but he wrenched it open. I ran as hard as I could, back to the kitchen. I pulled open all the drawers until I found a knife large enough to protect me. If I even could protect myself.

His pounding footsteps echoed through the house. The tears stung in my eyes as I walked backwards, my fingers grasping the counter, as I felt my body shake. Someone just got shot right on front of me and now he’s after me.

What the fuck is going on?

This was otherworldly and so surreal, but it was really happening.
Someone was here. Was he going to take me? Or worse, kill me?

My breathing was ragged
, and it felt like my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Then I saw his face. My shuddering was accompanied by loud weeping, and I cringed. He walked toward me with calculated steps, his eyes quickly glancing at the knife in my hand.

Shit, I need to do something or he’s going to get me.

I lunged forward. The knife straight ahead, a battle cry coming from my mouth. I put everything I had into it. It almost felt as if I wasn’t in control of my body, like I was this raging mad woman.

I missed. He stepped aside and grabbed my arm like I was a toy. He swished me around and snatched the knife from my head, throwing it aside.
I pushed his arms and shoved my elbows up his ribs, but he didn’t even flinch. He laughed, the sound of it sending bile up my throat.

“You’
re a pesky little thing,” he said.

His arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe.
He put a cloth over my mouth, and I screamed. The substance I inhaled made me woozy and sleepy, and I couldn’t resist anymore. Slowly, my mind drifted off into nothingness.

***

All I saw was darkness. No light. Not even when I opened my eyes. There was only nothingness around me, and I couldn’t move. It was like I was trapped in an eternal shadowy vortex.

I could barely breathe.

Something covered my head and my face. It was dark, so dark, and the air inside was thick and it stank. The musty smell made me drift off again, but I forced myself to stay awake. I needed to know what happened. Needed to find a way out of this mess. Wherever the fuck I was.

My fingers tingled. Something bound them together. I sat on something hard and cold. I tried to focus on the senses that did work. I could feel some kind of fabric covered my face and I could taste my own sweat. My eyes began to feel wet.

My muscles ached. They were strained by the strange position they were in. I could barely feel my legs anymore. I didn’t know how long I’d been here. It could’ve been hours, days, weeks, for all I knew. The mere thought sent chills up my spine.

I tried to feel some more, my fingers stretching to their limit, but could only make out a cold, hard wall behind me. My stomach growled
, and I had the sudden urge to hurl. I held it back though; I didn’t want to suffocate in my own vomit.

“Is she awake yet?”

I vaguely heard someone’s voice. A woman. A few clicking steps came closer, and I flinched, trying to protect myself, even though I had no possible way to do so.

“I guess so,” she said.

I could feel someone jerk my neck, and I cowered in fear. Someone ripped off the thing that was on my head. Air.

I
gasped. My lunges filled with oxygen, and I could feel my body shudder from the release. I groaned. The sunlight in my eyes was blinding me. If it were sunlight. I couldn’t make out the difference between what was what yet. The only thing I saw was dark and light, and her eyes staring down upon me.

Her face was hidden behind a mask. Only her eyes and lips were visible.
A mouth which showed a cunning smile. A smile that instilled fear in my heart.

“Well, hello there,” she said with the most cutesy voice. “I hope your ride wasn’t too rough.”

My blurry vision started to get better, my eyes getting used to the light again.
I coughed, trying to get my vocal cords to work properly again. “What do you want from me?”

She laughed. “
I don’t want anything from you, my dear.”

Her voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it.

She flicked her fingers, and a man stepped forward, carrying a bottle of water. He gave it to her, and she opened the cap. Just looking at that flowing water made my mouth dry up.

She pressed the bottle against my lips and forced them open. “Drink.”

I didn’t have a choice. I was practically drowning in the fluid. I gagged and spit half of it back up again.

“Don’t want you to die on me,” she said. “
I still need you for something, and since you’re my guarantee that I’ll get it, you have to stay fit.”

“To get what? Who are you people?”
I said, my voice hoarse and painful. “I don’t have any money, I’m not important, let me go!”

“You’re not important to us, you’re important to him.” I could hear the tone of her voice crackle. It was full of rage.
“Sorry, darling, but mister Fury hasn’t been quite honest with you, has he?”

My eyes widened and my heartbeat rose.
“Dominic?” I muttered.

She laughed. “
He has you calling him by his full name already? Oh, isn’t that lovely.”

“Who
are you? How do you know him?”

“I’ve known him far longer than you have, so don’t go thinking you’re all that.”
I could hear contempt coming from her. What was she talking about? Why did she sound jealous? It didn’t make any sense. I’d been taken from the apartment, tied up, had been blinded by a sack over my head, had been drugged and was now afraid for my life, and she was talking to me like she was jealous?

What the fuck is going on here?

“Boss, it’s time.” Another voice. I couldn’t see who it was because of the blinding light, but I could hear it was a man.

“Take her with you. I’ll make the trade,” the woman said.

Someone stepped forward out of the shadows, and I could see it was the same man that had grabbed me in the loft. Fear struck me down, and I couldn’t help whimper as he picked me up like a sack of potatoes and put me over his shoulder.