Scandalous Billionaire (Titans Book 5)

by Sierra Cartwright

  While she watched, he drizzled some of the wax onto the front of his hand, offering her silent reassurance.

  She pressed her lips together, and he waited for a pool of liquid to form before tipping the candle and spilling it all onto her belly.

  With a moan, she arched her back. Braden swiped a finger through the wax to dissipate the heat and create an artistic swirl.

  Rather than ask what she thought of it, he pressed his thumb to her clit.

  “Oh…”

  Lizzie was still every bit as damp as she had been earlier. It was unbelievably easy to turn her on, and that made him want to wring orgasm after orgasm from her.

  He moved his hand higher, toward the hollow of her throat. With her mouth parted, she closed her eyes. “Keep them open.”

  “I’ll try.”

  He moved his wrist to the left a bit to drizzle the melted wax onto her skin. As she panted, he continued, moving lower, between her breasts and rib cage, down her belly, to the top of her pubic bone.

  She started to draw her thighs together.

  “Elizabeth.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered.

  But he had no intention of touching her intimately…yet.

  Braden continued down her right leg, then across to her left. She exhaled a shaky, relieved sigh. Without stopping, he went on, decorating his way back up the insides of her thighs.

  This time, when he reached her pussy, he stopped to lick her. He fingered her, finding her G-spot, and then he continued to tongue her until she began thrusting her hips in feminine demand.

  Braden pulled back then, parted her labia, and kissed her swollen clit with the wax.

  “Oh sweet God!” Then she screamed Braden’s name as she came.

  He grinned. She was absolutely perfect for him. “We’re not done.”

  “I’m not sure how much more I can take.” Her eyes were wide, and she’d arched her back off the mattress.

  “Let’s find out, shall we?” Relentlessly he continued with the candle, moving his hand in various ways to cover swaths of her body, creating a work of art on her beautiful breasts. Then he toyed with her left nipple. “I remember you’re sensitive.”

  “More than ever, after what we’ve already done.”

  He held the tip between his thumb and forefinger, then moved the candle closer than he had when he’d decorated her clit. Intentionally Braden drew out the moment, enjoying the sight of her as she stared, wide-eyed, waiting for him to act. “Do you want this, Elizabeth?”

  “It’s so…”

  “Do you?”

  She stared at the flame. “Yes.”

  Braden drizzled the wax on her imprisoned nipple.

  This time, when she closed her eyes, he didn’t insist she open them. He’d seen what he needed to through the worst of it. Excitement, even if it was laced with hesitation.

  For minutes, he continued on, randomly marking her, never letting her know what to expect. Sometimes he was mere inches from her skin. At others, he was almost a foot away as he created a sensory experience he hoped she’d always remember.

  While she was lost, murmuring soft sighs, he blew out the flame, then touched her knee. “I’ll be right back.”

  She shook her head in silent protest.

  As promised, he wasn’t gone long. When he returned, he dabbed her pussy with a clean cloth, then wiped off the wax with a damp one. He spread her apart as he dried her. She appeared a little tender from their evening, and that made him grin. Tomorrow, there was no doubt she’d remember everything they’d shared.

  “Are we going to have sex?”

  “That’s up to you.”

  “Thank God.”

  Deciding to leave the rest of his artwork in place, Braden dropped the cloth on the sheeting. “I’ll take that in a positive way?”

  “Yes!” Exasperation and urgency tinged her answer.

  He took a condom from a drawer in the nightstand. “How are your arms?”

  “They’re fine.” She shrugged a few times as if to prove it.

  For a second he debated what to do. He’d enjoy having her sheath him. But keeping her tied appealed to his kinky side, and as a bonus, he’d be inside her faster. That thought swayed his decision.

  He checked her bondage to be sure she hadn’t lost circulation. Regardless, he didn’t want to leave her much longer. Which was fine. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait to be inside her.

  Lizzie stared at him as he removed his underwear.

  “Oh.”

  “Oh?” He grinned.

  “Oh!” She closed her legs. “That’s… I mean you’re…”

  “I haven’t had a lot of complaints.” He rolled the condom down his cock, then captured her ankles and drew her toward him. “Lift your legs for me.” He continued to guide her, until he had her in the position he wanted, with her ankles framing his head and her pelvis flush with his.

  Braden inserted two fingers, moving them slowly in and out, spreading her, making sure she was ready for him before pressing his shaft against her entrance. “Breathe. We’ll do this slowly.”

  She nodded. Once she took a breath, he slid his cockhead inside her, then immediately pulled back.

  He repeated the motion again and again, going a little deeper with each stroke as she became wetter. Finally he thrust hard one last time and filled her completely.

  In sweet invitation, her pussy muscles snuggled around him. They fit together well, and he’d happily do this with her every day for the rest of his life.

  That realization almost made him lose control, so he stopped and feathered his fingers across her clit.

  “Braden…” Her voice trailed off, and she pressed her mouth closed.

  Slowly he once again began to move, and he leaned forward a couple of inches, forcing her legs apart and allowing him a little deeper inside her.

  She whimpered.

  “Too much?”

  “I’m just… No. Close…”

  He stroked her pussy harder and shortened his strokes, ensuring he stayed deep, creating a cadence that would allow her to surrender. Then he reached for her left nipple and pinched it hard.

  She arched her back, using her legs for leverage, and screamed as she orgasmed.

  If there was a sweeter sound, he hadn’t heard it.

  As she rode out her climax, he murmured words of approval, letting her know how perfect she was.

  Only then did he resume fucking her, losing himself in her sweetness.

  Braden’s balls drew up, and he gritted his back teeth as he ejaculated deep inside her.

  He continued to hold on to her until his breathing returned to normal and he once again became aware of the world around him.

  Lizzie was looking up at him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her head was tilted to one side as she studied him.

  “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she admitted.

  Neither did he. The connection he shared with her was unlike any other. For the first time in his life, a woman had gotten to him, made him consider a future.

  Now that he’d found her, he didn’t plan to let her go.

  “I assure you, it’s big enough for both of us.”

  Lizzie looked at Braden’s enormous bathtub, and she knew he was right. The problem was, she didn’t want to climb into the inviting water with him.

  The sex they shared was magnificent, and her introduction to BDSM had exceeded all of her expectations. But what really ripped apart her carefully constructed world was the way he cared for her.

  After he’d orgasmed, he untangled their bodies; then he released her wrists and rubbed her skin before helping her to lower each arm in turn.

  Then he’d returned with a bottle of massage oil to remove the wax. While he cleaned up the bedroom, she rinsed off, then luxuriated in his steam shower. Then he filled the bathtub with water and invited her to join him.

  He offered his hand.

  Still, she paused. She was already wrapped in a towel and mo
st of the way dry. It would be smarter to put some physical as well as emotional distance between them. But the truth was, she didn’t want to. And what was her plan? To return to the guest room? Crawl back into his bed while he was in the bathroom?

  All of a sudden, the turmoil of her emotions complicated things. The morning would arrive soon enough, and she could sort through her thoughts and feelings then. After everything they’d shared, what harm could come from spending another few minutes together?

  Lizzie dropped the towel to accept his help, stepping into the far end of the tub, then bracing herself on the wall as she lowered herself into the depths.

  “Come here. I want you in my arms.”

  She scooted into position, cradled between his strong thighs. Braden wrapped his arms around her and tucked her hair to one side as she rested the back of her head against his chest.

  “Tell me about your experience.”

  Do I have to? She wrinkled her nose and was glad she was faced away from him so he couldn’t see her.

  As if he’d read her mind, he went on. “It’s crucial to talk. Letting me know what you think, what worked, what didn’t. It’s all part of the experience.”

  “I never talked about sex before.”

  “Maybe not with others.” His voice was soothing, helping push aside her inhibitions. “But you will with me.”

  His words were final, a decree more than a request. “It was…” Life changing. “Everything I hoped it could be.”

  “In specific, how was your spanking?”

  Even though steam rose from the water, she shivered. “I’d be interested in trying it again.” Even though it wouldn’t, couldn’t happen again.

  “How about the flogger?”

  “Weird.”

  He tightened his arms around her. “How so?”

  “Like…it bites or stings, but it can also be gentle. I liked it.”

  “And the candle?”

  “Exquisite. Hot, but not too much, and when it hardens, it becomes…” She frowned. “It’s hard to explain. Tight on my skin.” She’d never experienced such an onslaught of reactions. One drop was hardening as another formed.

  “So everything we did would go on your list of approved activities?”

  Lizzie nodded. Then her mind skipped ahead to a future that she’d already told herself was impossible. His reputation proved he was not a forever type of man, and she eventually wanted it all—marriage, a home, a baby or two.

  But there was no rationalizing when it came to him. She wanted to know what other types of experiences were out there.

  Braden brushed his knuckles up the column of her throat.

  No other man had ever treated her like this. He’d set a standard that she wasn’t sure anyone could live up to.

  When he tightened his grip around her, the emeralds in his ring glinted. Asking about it would be safer than discussing sex or sifting through her messy, confused emotions. “I’ve been wondering about something.”

  “Hmm?”

  “What’s the significance of your owl?”

  “This one?” He moved his finger.

  She noticed he didn’t give a direct answer. Was he stalling? “Yes. Rafe was wearing one that looked the same. And there’s a picture of your dad in the study, shaking hands with the president. I can’t be entirely certain, but they look like yours.” When he still didn’t answer, she pressed on. “Is it from a college fraternity or something?”

  “Or something.”

  She twisted around so that she could look at him. His lips were set in a firm line, which meant he was stalling. Since that increased her curiosity, she pressed on. “It’s different when I’m asking the questions, isn’t it?”

  “Lizzie, don’t.”

  Even though he held up a hand as if to ward off her question, she refused to be deterred. “After everything we’ve shared, the trust I showed you, I think I deserve an answer.”

  After a few more seconds, he sighed. “I belong to an organization known as the Zetas.”

  Lizzie frowned. “I’ve never heard of it.”

  “Not many people have. That’s intentional.”

  Realization dawned. “You’re not talking about a secret society or something, are you?” That couldn’t be possible. Though she’d read about such things, she didn’t really believe them.

  When he didn’t answer, she scooted back a little farther, sending water cascading over the edge of the tub. Ignoring the mess, she studied his cool gray eyes intently. “Are you serious right now?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not at liberty to say.”

  “Hypothetically, then…” Lizzie wasn’t sure how to phrase her question. “If secret societies actually existed, would the Zetas be among them?”

  “That’s quite a reach.”

  But he hadn’t said no.

  Suddenly it became clearer to her. Her mother’s evasiveness. His study. The dozens of photographs featuring Braden’s grandfather and father with other notable people. The owl on the desk. The Z symbol on the rings and on a banner. “You are a member of a secret society. What do you do, rule the world?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Are you going to tell me more?” She scooted even farther away, intentionally putting distance between them when he reached for her.

  “Jesus, Lizzie. Can you let it go?”

  “We slept together,” she reminded him again.

  “Are you always this tenacious?”

  “Don’t play word games with me.” She shook her head in warning and continued to stare at him.

  When he remained silent, chill bumps formed on her arms. She pushed to her knees, fully intending to climb out of the tub.

  Braden snagged her wrist and held her gently. “The Zeta Society is a membership group, yes. And we don’t publicly talk about it. So that makes it secret, I suppose. But that doesn’t mean it’s something nefarious.”

  “So what it is?”

  “Mostly, it’s a group of people who do good in the world. Or try to.”

  “Mostly?”

  He smiled, but it didn’t ease the tension in her. “You would seize that word.”

  “So what else is it?”

  He rubbed his thumb across her pulse point. Despite her inner turmoil, she began to relax.

  “The organization was formed in the 1800s by a group of men who were in a secret college fraternity. Years later, they decided to help each other in various ways—referrals, business loans, that sort of thing.”

  “Why do I feel as if you’re leaving out part of the story?”

  “We have a long list of charitable causes. Every year, we have a two-week event on our estate in Louisiana. Members from all over the globe come for various lengths of time. We discuss geopolitical events and exchange ideas. Hopefully we make the world a little better. It’s all very informal. A few workshops. And because we’re in the same place at the same time, we get to spend time with people we wouldn’t ordinarily see. And like any organization, there’s a small group who run it. In this case, it’s a steering committee.” He shrugged. “And it’s my understanding it’s every bit as boring as it sounds. Inviting speakers to the annual meeting, approving membership requests, coordinating volunteers for charity events.”

  “You’re not telling me the interesting parts.”

  “That’s all there is to it.” He allowed the words to hang in the air for a moment. “Except for the bonfire and the sacrifice.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “That’s a joke. Well, the sacrifice is, anyway.”

  She couldn’t tell fact from fiction. “I’ll find out on the internet.”

  “There won’t be much there. If you have specific questions, come to me.”

  “You’re not exactly forthcoming.”

  “I’ll tell you more as time goes on.”

  This wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned them continuing a relationship, which was something she couldn’t allow to happen.

  Braden released
her; then he flipped the lever to drain the tub. “Say you’ll come back to bed with me, Lizzie.”

  Once again, he was using her less formal name. The way he switched between Elizabeth and Lizzie affected her in different ways, and each made her vulnerable to him.

  “Please?”

  She was helpless to resist his power over her.

  He climbed out of the bath and shucked the water from his skin before grabbing a fresh, fluffy towel for her.

  After drying her off, he led her to the bedroom.

  While she was in the shower, he’d removed the temporary sheeting and turned back the comforter. He’d also turned off the lights except for a dim lamp on the nightstand. There was a condom next to it. All along, he’d planned to seduce her again.

  And it worked.

  He lifted her up onto the mattress, then followed her.

  This time, after giving her a couple of orgasms, he donned the condom, then rolled onto his back and drew her on top of him.

  “Ride me, Lizzie.”

  This was something else she’d never done. And she didn’t need to tell him that. Without saying anything, he held her around the waist, keeping her steady while she lowered herself on him.

  Her pussy was sore from his flogger, his licking, kissing, melted drops of wax, and their hot sex. Braden’s cock was exceptionally thick and long. Earlier she’d been unable to find the words to tell him that he was much larger than anyone else she’d been with. She was grateful they’d taken a bath together; otherwise she wasn’t sure she’d be able to do this right now.

  Once she found the right position, straddling him and leaning slightly forward, she began to ride him, taking a bit at a time, then raising herself back up.

  Being in control was powerful, and she liked it.

  “Exactly right.” He cupped her breasts and squeezed them, driving her wild.

  The slightest bit of pain increased her pleasure ten times. She tossed her head, losing herself in the unique sensations.

  He gripped her a little tighter, and an orgasm rushed through her. Seconds later, she was pinned beneath him, and he was fucking her hard as he looked down at her.

  “Put your hands over your head for me.”

  He wouldn’t be denied, nor did she want to test him. Obeying him completely, she lifted her arms, and he pinned her wrists to the mattress.