The Billionaire's Son 6 : Initiation (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (Billionaire Erotica) (5 page)

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After Ethan spoke with Derek, I wat
ched him stride across the room
purposefully
toward me. Was he
fetching
me
,
for Derek?
Was it the moment I had been fantasizing about, o
r did he have something else in mind? A flurry of nerves
bombarded
my stomach as I waited for my answer.

Ethan approached. "Hello, Katia."

I nodded my head in greeting, remembering not to speak.

Ethan smiled smugly at me. "You're a lucky girl tonight. You'll finally get what you wanted all along. I just spoke
to Alex. He has ordered you
to submit yourself fully to me."

My heart sickened with fear.
Why would Derek do this to me? Was he punishing me for not listening to him?
I glanced past Ethan's shoulder, searching for Derek. I finally spotted him, pounding fiercely between the legs of a new woman.

Ethan spoke again. "It's what Alex wants … and you must obey him."

Confusion, but mostly anger, bubbled up to the surface.
Obey him!
I'd just as soon obey him as I'd stick a white-hot poker in my eye.
How dare he? While he is busy having sex with everyone in the entire room, he expects me to obey him?

How would he feel if I acted the way he did? He didn't seem so keen about the idea before. Well, he was about to find out now. I could act just as wantonly as he
did
and enjoy it too.

I nodded my understanding to Ethan.

Ethan fingered my nipple idly as a stir of excitement settled between
my legs.
"Now turn around and bend over that sofa. I've been dreaming of that luscious ass for days
now
."

I complied with his command. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt a smooth hard object trailing up and down the back of my body. It skimmed across my back, over my ass and down one leg.
I was slightly lulled by the tickling sensation, so
I
jumped suddenly and flinched when I felt the unexpected sting of my backside getting flogged
.

Ethan's mouth whispered near my ear. "Open your legs wider."

A wet heat invaded my pussy at his insistent command. My body obeyed his command even as my mind was rebelling. Fingers prodded at my moistened sex. Ethan rubbed my swollen clit before slipping into my tight channel. He did this repeatedly until I felt a desperate need growing. My hips pressed against his fingers, needing more. Instead of being rewarded, the fingers left me.

I felt another stinging slap across my backside. Pain fired through my tender skin before my quivering pussy felt Ethan's exploring fingers once again teasing me to the brink of orgasm.

As I felt the intensity
building
dangerously close
,
Ethan moved close behind me. Realization dawned like a cold bucket of water to
my
face. I may be feeling sexually gratified by Ethan, but it wasn't what I wanted.

The only one that I wanted was Derek. I may have been curious about all the sexual antics of The Club, but the only man I wanted to experience them with was Derek. And
despite what
was going on with him, I couldn't act this way.

Tears streamed down my face as I realized the futility of the situation. I was letting another man use me
,
because I could never get from Derek what I really desired. Even as I was about to orgasm at the hands of Ethan, I hated him, and I hated Derek, and most of all I hated myself.
I had screwed up everything.

I leaned limply against the back of the sofa as I felt Ethan's stiff cock rubb
ing my pussy. Suddenly, it was removed
.

Ethan's astonished voice rang out,
"Whoa, Alex. What's going on?"

I whirled around at Ethan's words and locked eyes with Derek.

A black fire was burning in his eyes. He spoke to Ethan without even looking
at the man
. "You've made a big mistake
,
my friend. No one touches Katia. She is mine."

Ethan looked like a petulant child. "But you said I could!"

"I'm afraid you are mistaken."
Derek's withering glance stopped Ethan's further response.

Ethan stalked away looking annoyed. We were momentarily alone. Derek reached his hand out to me and pulled me against his hard body.
Hugging me close to him, he spoke, "Julia, I don't even want to know what's going on right now. I'm too mixed up to understand anything. But, I'm glad you're with me."

I stood trembling in his arms. He didn't seem angry or annoyed and I was just as confused as ever. But I
knew that I
was exactly where I wanted to be.

Derek tipped my chin up so that I had to look him in the eye. He wiped my tear-stained cheeks with his thumb. "Why are you crying, Princess?"

Quietly, I whispered up to him, "I was just scared that I had lost you."

"No. I'm right here with you. Always."

Derek lowered his mouth for a kiss that was as sweet and tender as any we had ever shared. As I clung tight to him, I felt the solid bulge of his
rock
hard cock poking into my stomach.
An ache so deep settled into my loins and demanded attention. I
c
ouldn't survive without assuaging it.

Derek gently laid me back against the sofa. "Is this what you want, Princess?"

I nodded my consent as his fingers caressed my body gently, dipping between the
latticework
pattern of the rope harness, before skimming down
to
my hip.

Derek spread my
legs and then
climbed between them. He found my moist opening, and then thrust inside when I encouraged him. An explosion of sensation assaulted my pussy.
I no longer thought, I just felt. As Derek plung
e
d deep inside, each stroke bringing me closer to release,
I marveled at how right it felt to be with him.
The pleasure grew to incredible heights until I was swept away by a powerful orgasm. It was as much an emotional release as a physical one.

I reveled in the erotic feelings as Derek continued to work, thrusting inside me, grunting with effort. His body shook as he
came
. His cock, buried deep,
convulsed with spasms of his release.

Derek buried his head in my neck as his body collapsed partially on top of my own.
He didn't move for several minutes; I was almost afraid he had fallen asleep. I nudged his shoulder with my hand. "Derek?"

"Mmmm. Don't move for a moment. I just want to cuddle. It feels so amazing!"

I giggled out loud. "Cuddle? Are you serious?"

Derek leaned up on his forearms and watched my face. "Yeah, cuddle. It's crazy - remind me to tell you about it later. And what we just did, Princess - that was fantastic. It was the best ever! I think fireworks were going off. Did you notice that too, or was it just me?"

My eyebrows rose skeptically. "Fireworks? Are you teasing me, Derek?"

Derek brushed a loose curl from my face. "I think we attracted some attention. Someone's coming this way. No more talking for you. Just remember: it's you and me only, Julia. No one else can come between us. Ever."

My stomach fluttered at his words.
"You and me."

Derek pinned me with his body, flashed me his devilish smile
,
and devastated me with a toe-curling kiss.

 

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Claire Montgomery’s wealthy father has always given her everything she’d wanted – as long as she toed the line. When she refuses her father’s request for the first time, cancelling her engagement to the most successful bachelor at his firm, she discovers exactly how far he’ll go to punish her.

Fleeing to San Francisco she experiences true independence for the first time, sharing a house with other women and finding work in a coffee shop owned by Jordan Hunter. Mysterious and powerful, Jordan's involvement in the BDSM scene both intrigues and frightens her and Claire desperately tries to resist her growing attraction to him.

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EX
CERP
T:

Claire smiled. “You know, I can’t imagine you…” she gestured to the pictures on the wall.

“Cause I’m such a likeable guy?”

Claire shrugged. “Well… yes.”

Jordan sobered. He straightened to his full, considerable height and loomed over her. Claire was suddenly very, very unsure of herself. Jordan stripped the coffee cup from her hand and set it on the table.

He stood inches away, looking down at her with eyes that were suddenly a flinty steel grey. He tipped her chin up with one finger and simply held her gaze. She tried to glance away but found she couldn’t.

He spoke in a deep, solemn voice. “How about now?”

She swallowed, hard, and nodded. “Now I can,” she admitted in a whisper.

He smiled, a slow, easy grin and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “That’s a girl.”

 

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Corey is a smart girl who just needs someone to give her a break. When she interviews with billionaire Lucas Hain, she discovers a virile, arrogant man who might be the most intriguing alpha male she’s ever met. She knows that this is the chance she’s been waiting for…and decides she’ll do whatever it takes to get the offer.

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The Billionaire's New Assistant, the first part in Georgina Sand's billionaire BDSM erotica series, is a ~10,000 word erotic romance which contains explicit depictions of sexual acts including voyeurism, masturbation, threesome, light bdsm, spanking and much more. This story is intended for an adult audience only.

 

Excerpt:

 

As I was stirring my cup of French Vanilla Roast, I heard what sounded like a long, drawn-out sigh. Almost like a moan, really.

I stilled.

Seconds later, I heard another moan. Louder this time. It was coming from Mr. Hain’s office.

What was going on in there?

My mouth fell open. It sounded like someone was having sex.

I closed my mouth and stared at the opaque glass door. It stood ajar about an inch.

One irresistible inch.

I had to know what the receptionist and Mr. Hain were doing. Walking slowly, softly, I approached the glass door and peered through the opening.

Another moan drifted toward me. The receptionist’s voice. But I couldn’t see anything other than Mr. Hain’s desk and the bank of windows behind it. His
office sofa
, I realized, was to my right, behind the potted bamboo that stood just inside his office. The bamboo blocked my view of whatever they were doing on the sofa.

My heart pounding, I pushed the door open another inch. Still, the bamboo stood in the way.

I heard a deep male chuckle, then a light slap.

The woman let out a soft whimper that melted into a groan of pleasure.

Shocked, I pulled back from the door. Holy crap, was he spanking his receptionist?

I opened the door a few inches more, made myself as skinny as I could possibly be, and slipped through. Even as I did so I was aware of the complete insanity of my actions…what was I thinking, spying on my new boss while he was having sex with his receptionist? And yet, I could resist the chance to just peek at them and then quickly back out before they saw me. The mere idea of it made me tense with excitement and the fact that I could be so easily caught made it even more exhilarating. Hidden behind the bamboo and close enough to the door to make a quick escape if necessary, I parted the bamboo leaves with trembling fingers and stared...

 

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