The Proposal Problem: A Billionaire Royal Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  And tonight, she’s mine.

  15

  Sienna

  I surrender to Leo in confused disorientation. I’m still reeling from him saying it kills him to see me with another man.

  How could that be possible?

  What he did to me in the past jaded me, changed me.

  I never thought the new Leo Asher had one ounce of an actual soul. He’s just a gorgeous, wealthy man with little else on his mind other than sex and power.

  He's the biggest playboy in town, yet he just admitted I have the potential to drive him wild with jealousy. I don’t even know what to think anymore.

  I can’t let myself get too caught up in what that might imply, though. I trusted Leo once before and I got burned. Badly.

  I'm not going down that road again.

  His admission probably just means he has some chauvinistic sense of control over me because he's purchased me for thirty days. That’s all I can let myself believe it means if I don’t want to get hurt again.

  The thought pulls me out of my lust-filled haze and I try to break the kiss that almost feels like a punishment.

  "Leo," I gasp, breathless, pushing against his chest. "I don't want you to get confused. You own me for thirty days and that's it. You can't expect to maintain control over me after that."

  I have to keep my head on straight. I can’t let all this sex cloud my judgment.

  "Of course. That's obviously what I meant, Sienna. His eyes are cold as stone now, his tone condescending. “So remember that. As long as I own you, I don't want you so much as looking at another guy, got it?"

  I make myself believe him because I have no other course of action.

  Nothing about him screams commitment or love. Even though I’m realizing I care for him as much as I always did, and even though my heart is screaming at me to dive in,

  I know I can't love Leo Asher again. Getting over him was too hard.

  I cried for weeks and then his abandonment left me with trust issues that turned me into someone completely different. I don't let anyone in anymore. And I especially can’t let him in.

  So even though things are advancing between us and it feels like we’re skirting a very thin line, I'm keeping my walls up nice and high.

  Even though part of me desperately wants to hear him say he’s secretly loved me all this time, I can’t handle that. So I push him to tell me what I need to hear: that this means nothing.

  "So, you purchased me just to..." I watch his face closely.

  "Keep you out the media." His expression is completely blank. “I knew this would be an issue right away.”

  "Okay, well good. Now that it's all out on the table, then I guess we're fine."

  His eyes turn dark and I know what's coming. He wants to make good on his money. I watch him as he stalks around the penthouse, removing his suit jacket, his shoes, his tie.

  Finally, he grabs his glass of scotch again and takes a seat on the leather couch.

  Then the bastard has the nerve to snap his fucking fingers at me.

  "You think I'm gonna come to you just like that? I'm not your little whore or a prisoner here."

  No man snaps their fingers to make me come like I’m their goddamn pet. I turn my back to him and retrieve my wine glass, sitting back at the bar. I hope to hell this move pisses him off.

  Before I know it, he's right there behind me and he's pulling me back up off my seat. I knock back the remaining wine and let myself be taken. He drags me over to the couch, and I guess he's about to get his wishes fulfilled after all.

  Something must be wrong with me because I immediately kneel in submission between his legs. I know he wants it. I want it. I love the way he takes control of me, even while I simultaneously want to exert my own.

  I know the image of me on my knees at his will is what he craves right now. He wants me to be defeated, bent to his will, giving in to his domination with total surrender.

  He's doing a damn good job of breaking me down.

  Any fight I have left in me flees the second he releases his thick, throbbing cock from his pants. There it is in all its hard glory. I swear it’s the most perfect cock I've ever seen. I don’t think I'll ever stop wanting it.

  I lick my lips in anticipation but quickly try to maintain my composure. I don’t want him to know how much I want him, how desperate I am for him to control me. But he sees it. Of course he fucking does. Nothing gets by Leo Asher.

  I try to maintain a steady gaze as though I'm still in control, but my body betrays me. My heart is pounding and I'm feeling warm with desire.

  He seems to know this too.

  He fists his fingers in my hair and shoves my head toward his cock. I make a poor attempt at a struggle but it's futile. He wants me to suck him long and hard, take him deep, as if to prove that I like being bought, that I like being his.

  When I resist the pressure he uses to force me down, he says, "I own you now, baby. And I know you fucking want it. So do it. Show me how much you love being owned by me. How much you want this cock in your mouth."

  "Fine," I say with a strangled gasp. His dirty words make me inexplicably wet. So wet that I could take all of him inside my pussy right now without him ever even touching me.

  If this is how he wants to play, then game on.

  I’m going to give him the best blowjob he's ever had and he'll be the one to realize that it's me he can't live without. I want to flip the tables on him, make him suffer like I did. I want to make sure I blow him so good he'll remember this night forever.

  I pull down my dress to reveal my perfect tits, but instead of gawking he just tilts his chiseled face calmly to the side as if he's trying to memorize what I look like.

  His fingers yank on my hair and he pulls my face down to his cock. I open wide, unable to hide the moan of satisfaction when he rams his rock hard cock so far into my mouth that he hits the back of my throat.

  I fucking love it.

  I crave this. I want him to choke me with his cock so I'm gasping for breath, but I'll never admit it to him.

  Instead, I try to pull my head back and give him my best "lollipop" move. He lets me tend to the tip of his cock. I swirl my tongue around the wide, smooth tip, but when I peek up I see nothing but amusement on his face. Is this a fucking game to him?

  I narrow my eyes and start to pull away, but he tangles his fingers even tighter through my hair and forces my head back down on him.

  His cock hits the back of my throat again, and I'm getting exactly what I want. I don't know why it feels so good to be choking on Leo's cock but then it dawns on me that he's worn me down into submission. I don't want to fight this anymore.

  And that's probably what he's wanted all along. My total nonresistance to his every desire. And the fucked up thing is that I want that, too.

  I gag around his hard cock, and when I look up through my eyelashes I see the smirk of satisfaction on his face. He has me basically begging to be on my knees choking on his giant cock.

  "Come on baby, take it all. Just like you like it, nice and deep." The growl in his voice has my pussy clenching and gushing.

  His fingers hold my head in place and I’m forced to breathe through my nose. I swallow hard, and the feeling of my throat closing around him must be too damn good because the next thing I feel is hot cum shooting down my throat.

  Jet after hot salty jet pours from his cock, and I gulp to swallow it all.

  I don’t want to waste a drop.

  I suck down every last bit of his cum.

  Then when he pulls out of my mouth, I get up and straighten my dress, trying to maintain some air of dignity, and walk around in front of him.

  I pour myself more wine and wash the savory last drops of his cum down.

  "I'm going to take a shower," I say nonchalantly.

  His eyes flare with heat. Isn't he done yet? What’s he trying to prove?

  "No, Sienna, I'm not done with you yet."

  "But you just came."

 
He looks at me like I’ve said something amusing. "It doesn't matter. If I’m not done with you then you’ll do what I say. How about I join you for that shower?"

  I want him to, and inside I'm hoping there's more to this evening. That him not being done with me means that he intends to make me come all night. But what can I do? I'm never in control with him. He’ll do what he wants to do, and nothing more.

  "Yes, come join me."

  "I want you in there, ready and waiting for me."

  I do what he says. It's the easiest way. And if I’m honest, I don’t want to argue.

  The thought of having hot streams of water pouring over my body sounds perfect right about now. But to have Leo's overpowering frame in there with me?

  Holy hell.

  It’s like living out my teenage fantasy. Only this time I won't have to do naughty things with the shower head. He'll do it for me. He'll get me off. He'll make me come and beg and submit. By the end of the night, I'll be so fucking spent that it'll feel like sleeping on a cloud.

  I turn the water on and get in. It washes away the long day and my muscles melt under the force of the water hitting my skin. Steam rises up, and I inhale it all in. I'm tired, but I'm also confused.

  Leo says it drives him crazy to see me with other men. Doesn't that normally mean someone cares for you as more than just a sexual plaything? Maybe not.

  Maybe he’s just possessive with his toys.

  I don't mind being his little slave for now, but it's only temporary. With every day that passes, I get pulled deeper into his charisma and power, and I already know it’s going to be hard to detach at the end of our agreement.

  How did I get here? I made a solemn promise to myself to never again fall under the hypnotic influence of Leo. He's good at this. It's his mission to seduce women. And as he's gradually wiped out all the fight left in me, I find myself longing for something more, for something deeper.

  I'm in dangerous territory. There’s no doubt about it. But my thoughts evaporate as he walks in, totally fucking naked and hot as hell.

  I pull back into a corner of the large shower, my body already wet and needy. He comes in, passes through the stream of water so his tanned skin is wet, and then he’s there in front of me.

  He pushes his hips against mine, forcing me against the damp stone shower wall. He brings my hands up above my head and cinches them there, his favorite position, I’m learning. I fucking love it too.

  I feel his throbbing cock between my legs. All I want is for him to take me, to fuck me, to claim me as his.

  He's got other plans. He kisses me fiercely, and I kiss him back just as hard.

  "You're starting to resist a little less," he says between breaths.

  "Maybe you're wearing me down," I tease.

  He smiles, a look of pure contentment passing briefly across his face before the mask is back in place, and then he bends his head and sucks at my breasts.

  My nipples harden under his tongue, his teeth, his soft, full lips. It feels so good and it makes pure lust shoot straight down to my clit. I'm aching for him now. I'm throbbing and vibrating.

  Everything in my body is on fire as he teases me closer and closer to the brink of insanity.

  He knows it. He knows that one push of his cock into my trembling pussy will release all that desperate ache and need, and I’ll be free. He knows this, so he resists and he draws out my pleasure until I’m ready to beg.

  16

  Leo

  I've got her right where I want her. My cock slides right across her pussy that's swollen for my touch, begging for me to fill her full of the thickest cock I know she’s ever taken.

  I know that having it so close is killing her, and that gives me so much pleasure to know I have this power over her. She's starting to resist less and less.

  Pretty soon she'll be begging for it anytime I want.

  Soon she won't want to defy me.

  And knowing that she has to have me, and only me, makes me so fucking hard.

  I almost lost my position earlier by admitting that it makes me go ballistic to see her with another guy. I'm aware that my feelings for her are growing, but she doesn't know. I'm not ready to tell her anything, not the full truth just yet. I must seem like a stranger to her. Things are so different now.

  Given our past, I can see why she’d think that. But the truth is too great a burden to bear.

  I can't even imagine telling her that I left because of Jax. Because of the things he said. It might crush her forever.

  Right now, I'm trying to push my lingering emotions out of my mind and focus instead on pushing my cock deep into her dripping wet pussy.

  She's aching for it, I know. But first I have some surprises in store.

  I release her arms, and this time it's me on my knees. I can't wait any longer to taste her essence. Her pussy is so tight and yet so willing to open up for my probing tongue. I find her sweet spot as easily as if I’ve been doing this forever. I'm a pro at this by now. She's not difficult to unlock. I memorized her cues the first time around. Her legs spread wide, giving me full access.

  Her craving for my tongue to fuck her pussy is a massive turn on.

  But she better fucking want only me. By the time I’m done with her, I’ll make damn sure that's the truth.

  Mine will be the only name she knows, and I intend to fuck her at the end of this so hard she'll forget even her own name.

  I drag my tongue across her clit and it blooms under my attention. I know she likes a couple fingers in her at the same time, so I delve right in and rhythmically pace my tongue while I curl my fingers to tease her G-spot.

  The combination forces her to cry out and I know she's close to giving in to me.

  Fuck, her tight little pussy grips my fingers like a wet velvet glove.

  "Let it go, baby,” I growl against her clit, and I’m rewarded with a shiver that shakes her whole body. “You know you want this. Call my name. Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

  She always resists this part, and I don't know why. It'd be so much easier for her to just submit fully. As it is, she already tries to maintain her autonomy in pretty much everything, and I have to wrestle her back down under my authority.

  "Say it." My tone is firmer now.

  "Oh fuck, Leo, you’re the only one, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Just please fucking make me come already."

  I almost want to laugh at her combination of exasperation and need. I don’t know, though.

  Maybe she's trying so hard to fight this because I hurt her in the past. That's gotta be it. If only she knew how very much I regret that.

  I want to be master of her universe. I want her to trust me enough to be that for her.

  I flick my tongue a couple more times, and she comes for me. Her pussy clenches down hard on my fingers, gripping them like a vise, and I know immediately it was one of those earth-shattering orgasms that rocks her entire world.

  She screams out my name as I continue to finger her, thrusting my fingers in and out of her so quickly that one climax rolls right into the next.

  What's incredible about this girl is her ability to have multiple orgasms all night long. Wave upon wave of incredible release must be coming over her because it's written all over her face. Her eyes roll back in her head and I have her right where I want her.

  She’s so fucking gorgeous when she comes. I could watch her come every night of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.

  I stand and spin her around with my hands so that her ass is right up against my cock. She's going to pay for all those times that she wasn't with me.

  Maybe I left her, but the reason is flying out the door right now because I just want to punish her for every single night I spent in an empty bed dreaming of her.

  I want to claim her in every way possible. Though she pretends not to like it from the way she jerks away from me, I know she secretly wants me to take her ass. In the end, it means multiple massive orgasms for her
, and even she can’t argue with that. I'll make her come so hard she won’t be able to think past the pleasure only I can give her.

  I tease her tight little hole with my finger while I pour some oil onto my heavy cock that’s harder than ever at the thought of what's about to happen. What I’m about to do to her. Knowing I’m the first one drives me fucking insane.

  Then I swipe my finger back through her pussy lips to get it nice and wet and bring it back to her ass, pushing it in slowly, probing gently, just the tip.

  She's practically purring, and this time I don't even have to force her to say my name. She just says it.

  "Fuck, Leo, not this. It's too much." But the words she says and the way she says them tell a totally different story.

  "No. You’re going to fucking like it, baby. I promise. You have no idea how much you’ll fucking like it."

  I push my finger in one more inch and she cries out, "Oh yes, God, yes."

  I chuckle. Fuck yes, my girl is about to have her world totally rocked.

  “Please, Leo. More.” That's my okay, my cue to move forward.

  "I don't know why you pretend that you haven't been dreaming of this for years. Admit it, Sienna."

  I remove my finger, and she gasps when I replace it with the tip of my cock. Inch by torturously slow inch, I push in deeper, fingering her clit as I do so.

  She's so hot at this angle. Her heart shaped ass spreading ever wider to take in my huge shaft. It's throbbing at the feel of her tight hole stretching and clenching around it. Fucking finally, I’m all the way in, balls deep in her ass, and she moans and groans and writhes like she still can’t get enough.

  “Just breathe,” I whisper against her neck. She does, a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips, and when I circle her clit with my thumb, that’s all she needs. I know she's at the edge. I barely move my cock and it's over for her. She's already coming again and again, so hard that her whole body shakes. And fuck, it feels so fucking good.