DOM DIARIES : THE CHASE: A Billionaire searches for love.

by Jax Hart

  “Don’t speak. Don’t move. I’m going to fuck you right here. Right mother-fuckin now. Be a good gatita and don’t make a sound.”

  I whimpered as he shoved my pants down and felt between my legs. He palmed my pussy. Kneaded the folds and circled the needy bundle of nerves nestled inside.

  He spread my knees apart and grunted. The unzipping of his fly was quick. I felt his warm, silky head press between my ass cheeks, nudging my back door before slipping between my soaked folds and pushing in deep.

  It was a quick, dirty fuck in the dark.

  But we both needed the release.

  Afterwards we left and continued our fuck-fest in his penthouse. He owned me, ordered me about and I let him. I knew he needed the sex to calm down. I had no doubt he would’ve leveled Roque and it would have cost him everything. You can’t just take out the head of the biggest mob head in United States and live happily ever after.

  Spent and sated we both fell asleep.

  It was twilight when I woke up alone.

  “Rafe?” I had called out, going room to room looking for him. I found my phone in my purse and read his text. Something urgent had come up at the office while we spent the afternoon in bed. He said he’d bring home takeout when he was done.

  I showered, still puzzled by Roque and debated what to do. I’m not a snooper. I respect people’s privacy… but I had remembered the night I caught Rafe writing in his office.

  My feet walked themselves there. I turned the handle, surprised it was unlocked. He must’ve left in a hurry.

  Slow steps took me to his mother’s desk.

  The third drawer down, on the left. He had said.

  Slowly, my hand moved, tugging the glass pull.

  It opened.

  Under a stack of papers was a worn leather-bound journal. It looked like a diary.

  I took it out.

  Opened it.

  And got lost on the words written in ink. It was a dark world he lived in. Full of pain. He described so much of his life that I had no clue about.

  His love and loss were evident as I turned each page. He was a grown man who missed out on so much while being born with what appeared to be everything. I was so entrenched in his words… his life in his own words, that I lost track of time, lost any sense of guilt. I devoured his diary as if it was the next national bestseller.

  I made myself weak with desire when I got to the passages that described his darkest desires.

  He was far from a sadist. But he was a kinky little fucker.

  One of his fantasies included being watched by an audience as he and his woman took center stage. He’d circle her as a shark circles its prey. Strip each piece of clothing from her one by one while he stayed fully dressed; in full control. It was the power he craved.

  It made him feel like a God when a woman completely submitted to him sexually.

  From what I could piece together from his diary I thought it had everything to do with his father. Rafe needed control and power since he never had any his whole life until somehow his father finally relented and gave Rafe control. But by then, twenty some years of damage had been done.

  I vowed, to fulfill every last one.

  But towards the end, he penned the day he met me. Over the summer, multiple entries detailed his every thought; every emotion that he had for me.

  My hands shook as I continued to read on:

  There it was in black and white. How he felt about me. Roque is an enigma, but the man knew the answers were here waiting for me.

  He took from me but gave me what I needed. We’re even know. I didn’t want to take anything from him, but he still found a way to give something to me that I had wanted.

  I carefully shut the journal and placed it back in the drawer, covering it as best as I could to match how it was when I found it.

  I had a choice to make.

  Her and now.

  I wanted to be with Rafe. But I needed to be me again, too. But first I was going to make some of this man’s wicked fantasies come true.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  I was keyed up. Shit went sideways at work. Christine’s body was found in a rural field in upstate New York. It was all over the news. Johnny was still on the lam. I needed my girl and a stiff drink.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, noticing the press camped around my building. I’d have to go up a block and double back through the service entrance. I instructed my driver to keep going. My friendship with Johnny is public knowledge. The two of us have been photographed dozens of times at nightclubs and restaurants throughout the years.

  My driver pulled over alongside the service entrance, I grabbed my work bag and sprinted for the door. By the time the press realized it was me darting in, I was long gone. All I wanted was to lose myself in Selina.

  “Babe? You here?”

  I dropped my keys on the counter. The penthouse was dim and silent, but her purse and cell phone were next to mine on the counter.

  “Selina!” My throat tightened. Did Roque take her from me, just because he could? Was stealing Selina his payback for the gun I drew on him protecting my girl?

  I ripped the bedroom door open and halted.

  She was kneeling on the floor with her back to me wearing nothing but a black lace thong and red high heels.

  Fuck. Me.

  “Master, you’re home.” She turned, keeping her eyes downcast as she crawled across the carpet to me. She stopped as she reached my feet. “May I suck your gorgeous cock, master?”

  I swallowed hard.

  This was one of the fantasies I had written in my journal and so far, she was nailing it.

  “Do it.” I uttered, hoarsely.

  She unfastened my belt, unzipped my fly and took me out. Her tongue circled my head and found the sensitive spot right under the tip. She licked it over and over again. The nerves sent shockwaves of pleasure to my balls and back.

  “Take me into your mouth,” I commanded.

  She opened up wide until my thick head reached the back of her throat.

  “Take more.”

  The DOM in me was loving every second of my fiery woman finally bending for me. My hands gently cupped the side of her head, holding it steady as I pumped my hips back and forth and fucked that sassy mouth.

  It was hot, wet and better than my fantasy—because it was her. The one I had chased and finally got. Her plump lips clung to me as she sucked and swirled her tongue with every thrust into her mouth.

  My heavy ball sack drew up. I slammed hard one time, ramming my cock deep and held her there. I came like a motherfucker as I watched my girl take it all with eyes that taunted, she could take more.

  I waited until the last spasm passed then gave my next order. “You may release me now. Get on the bed, spread your legs wide and touch yourself.”

  I took my time undressing as I watched her writhe and moan by her own hand on the bed. I was hard again in minutes. I opened my nightstand and took out leather ropes. I took her wrists and secured them over her head. Then I grabbed two pillows. “Lift your hips off the bed.” I slid the pillows under her curvy ass. “Do you want my cock inside you, gatita?”

  I came over her, took my cock in my hand and rubbed it through her slit. She whimpered for more.

  “Greedy gatita.” My cock stopped on her clit and pressed down.

  “Rafe, please.”

  I reared back and slapped her pussy. “It’s master in here.”

  Her eyes showed her anger, but she managed to hold back. “Yes, master. I want your big cock in me more than anything.”

  “That’s better,” I smirked, rubbing said cock around her again. I loved teasing her and thanks to her mind-erasing blowjob, I could.

  I left my cock nestled against her as my lips bit and kissed their way to her breasts. I wanted to fuck them, too.

  I reached into my nightstand again and found the baby oil I stashed inside last week. Her eyes widened as I squirted it liberally on her breasts.

  My knees locke
d in place on both sides of her torso as I palmed her breasts and squeezed them together. My dick pulsed as it glided between. I bit my own lip at the erotic sight of her mocha skin and rose bud tips around my dick. I fucked her breasts slow and steady, making sure I reached her mouth. Her tongue caressed my head at every forward pump.

  “Someday soon, I’m going to come all over these tits and bath them in my cum. But since you’ve been so obedient for your master… I’m going to reward you.”

  I released her breasts and moved down her body, easing into her with one strong pump. “Hold on tight, gatita, your master is going to fuck you now.”

  And I did.

  The rhythm was fierce. I hooked a leg over my shoulder and braced one hand on the headboard. The pillow under her ass tilted her hips at a better angle for my dick to hit that G-spot in missionary. I took her to heaven and back, knowing my pounding cock was hitting all the right spots.

  Sweat dripped from my brow as I pumped faster and harder into my girl.

  My balls tightened and I knew I was close. With one hand still supporting my weight on the headboard, I took my other and found her clit.

  “Say you belong to me. Say you want this…”

  But she disobeyed her DOM. Instead she moaned, “I love you.”

  My beautiful girl came around my cock as our eyes met. I wanted to punish her, but I couldn’t, and she knew it. Her words of love reached that deep place in me. She pushed out all the bitter blackness.

  I was full.

  Happy.

  Complete.

  I roared her name and came fiercer than I ever have. I came so hard, I had no doubt my seed swam deep and found its target. Spurt after spurt of hot cum entered her. It went on and on.

  I was sweaty and spent but managed to say, “Fuck, baby. I loved you first.”

  “But I said it first,” she smirked.

  I cocked an eyebrow. “Done being submissive already?” My hands reached up to untie her.

  “You came. Twice. I did my part.”

  I rolled her to the side and held her close to my racing heart. It beat only for her now. “But we’re still in the bedroom.”

  “Are you disappointed? I tried to be a good sub. I did.”

  “No,” I whispered. “You are perfect. Perfect for me.”

  “We’re perfect together,” she corrected with a kiss.

  “But I’ll still punish you for reading my diary.”

  “It was Roque’s idea. He dangled that carrot.”

  “That motherfucker. I’m going to get payback for that. He snooped in my private study?”

  “Would you expect anything less? Besides, he’ll get his one day when some woman puts him in his place.”

  “I’d love to see that.”

  “I get the feeling we will, if we choose to still be friends with him.”

  “Would that bother you?” I asked, knowing I’d drop him like a hot rock if that’s what she needed.

  “No. I kind of can’t wait to watch him fall.”

  “Me, too. I hope it’s long and painful.”

  “Bloody. Bone-breaking painful.”

  I smacked her ass playfully, “Blood thirsty wench. Maybe you should go work for him.”

  Her eyes darkened. “I’d whip them all into shape. I’d tell them off and kick their Italian asses.”

  “I was kidding, babe. I don’t want you breathing the same air as him for a long time. Maybe, forever.”

  “Fine. Because I could spend forever right here.”

  “Me, too.”

  THE END

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  To the Ladies of my lounge for always believin’ in me.

  To the kick-ass ladies on my street team for pimpin’ hard.

  MJ- this was all your idea man!

  Elizabeth for formatting this sexy bitch!

  MB for coming in hard at the bottom of the ninth.

  And for the Latina babe who helped me out with sexy words and shit.

  Love ya’ all for continuing to support me on this crazy train of being an Indie author.

  I hope you enjoyed THE CHASE! Don’t forget to check out the other books in the DOM DIARES ANTHOLOGY:

  Tangled Up in You (book 1)

  Michael James 5/20

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  Bound by Desire (book 3)

  Jodi Ann Fahey 6/3

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  Serving The Senator (book 4)

  L.M. Mountford Coming Soon!

  Schooled (book 5)

  By: Cari Robe 6/17

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  FOREWORD

  Alexithymia

  “Alexithymia is a personality construct characterized by the subclinical inability to identify and describe emotions in the self.[1] The core characteristics of alexithymia are marked dysfunction in emotional awareness, social attachment, and interpersonal relating.[2] Furthermore, people with alexithymia have difficulty in distinguishing and appreciating the emotions of others, which is thought to lead to unempathic and ineffective emotional responding.[2] Alexithymia occurs in approximately 10% of the population and can occur with a number of psychiatric conditions.[3]” Wikipedia

  Dear Reader,

  This is a fantastical book. It is not meant to be realistic or do anything but help you escape reality and cruise along the Mediterranean to get swept away from wherever you are.

  This is a fifty thousand word full-length first book in a three-part series. Each ends with a mini-cliffhanger until the last book. All three books are now live.

  Enjoy,

  Jax

  Agápe mou = my love

  Chrysí mía = my golden one

  Melí mou = my darling

  Malaka = jerk-off

  El Diablo = the devil

  Yaya = grandma

  “No Ordinary Love”-Sade

  “Somebody Else”- The 1975

  “Nocturn in E Flat Major Op.9 No. 2”- Chopin

  “Tempest Valentina Lisitsa 3. Allegretto”- Beethoven

  “F*ck you like an animal”- Nine inch nails

  “Bring me to life”- Evanescence

  Every time I tried to run, he caught me.

  The nights were turbulent as the stormy tides. In his arms, I found refuge...until he became my storm.

  He's breaking every part of me like the tide battering against the rocks.

  If I can't escape...I'll lose more than my heart and body--I'll lose my mind.

  Next time he won't catch me. But something tells me I could never go far enough. He has me ENSLAVED.

  I was bored. Attending the same parties, seeing the same faces and even more familiar bodies dolled up in the latest fashions straight from the runway. But one night in Capri changed everything.

  She was perfect.

  UNTAINTED.

  My sweet little dove became a caged bird. I cruelly clipped her wings just as she started to fly.

  She's mine.

  Destined to soar only in my embrace.

  She's become my sweet little pet, and I'm her UNRELENTING MASTER.

  Together we are both ENSLAVED.

  “The dark beast rose from the shadows at the first sound of his beloved’s sweet voice. She was his light, but he only brought her darkness and pain. And then they both learned that love is a coin. One side is pure light and the other dark as hell.”

  JAX HART

 
PROLOGUE

  CHRISTOS

  I’M BURNING DOWN the world looking for her. How dare she defy me, after she swore, she’d never leave me? I ripped off my mask—let her see the ugly monster hiding inside of me. He lives in the cavern in my chest where my heart should be.

  She soothed him; told him it was okay—that she thought he could change from a monster into a somewhat likeable human.

  She lied.

  Made me believe she loved me, when no one on this earth has ever loved me.

  How could they?

  No one loves the devil.

  My PI’s calls are the only ones I’m taking. When I found out she had fled, I broke. Any shred of humanity was crushed under the heel of my rage. The beast wanted his pet back and will stop at nothing until she’s right back where she belongs—locked up in my lair.

  “Jin? Did you find anything?”

  “No. She’s not back in California and her passport hasn’t been scanned entering any country.”

  “She’s on a boat. She must be. That’s the only way someone like her could travel under my radar.”

  “I’ll radio every captain on the Mediterranean. I’ll find her.”

  “You better or I’ll drag you into my hell, too.”

  The phone in my hand hurtled like a stone from my fist, crashing into the balcony doors made of glass.

  They shattered.

  The screen on my phone cracked.

  Good.

  Everything is broken now.

  Not just me.

  ***

  JESSIE