Bound to the Billionaire

by Natalie Dae

  Minx!

  She was doing it again, seeing just how far she could push him with her little tricks. Well, maybe it was time to show her.

  Chapter Three

  After photographing her covered in his artistic wax design, he insisted she wear it for the rest of the day. Before they left the dungeon, he buckled cuffs around her thighs and wrists, then fastened them so her hands were locked to her thighs. It left her a little off balance but as he led her to his bedroom he made sure to walk slowly. They were both still completely naked. Of course, clothes would have just been an impediment. Still, as they passed through the main area she was aware of Trent doing something behind the bar. His glance at them was casual, again as if this was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

  “May I ask a question?” She made her voice as subservient as possible.

  “One question.”

  “Does Trent ever…you know…join you when you bring someone here?”

  Micah threw back his head and laughed. “Trent is as gay as they come. He has a lover he spends time with when I don’t need him here. Or anyplace else.” He turned to look at her, a muscle twitching in his jaw and a look in his eyes that could have been anger but seemed to be so much more. “Besides, I don’t share. Ever. If that’s your pleasure it won’t be with me.”

  “No, no, no.” She had put that badly. She had just wanted to prepare herself if that was the case, but she had never enjoyed sharing, either. And that look in his eyes… Was there an incident in his past that had caused such strong feelings? He never shared anything personal about himself. If this weekend worked out, she’d insist he share it with her so they could work past it. She was sure that was the real secret to opening his heart to her. “I would, of course, if that was your pleasure, but it has never been mine.”

  His facial muscles relaxed and a smile teased at his mouth. “Then we won’t discuss it again. Come along.”

  He wrapped the leash around his hand and steadied her at her elbow as he guided her up the open stairway.

  The master bedroom took her breath away. One entire wall was glass with a view of the windswept ocean below. The massive bed, set on a platform, was made of mahogany that Teri was sure was hand-carved, as were the dresser and nightstands. A flat-screen television took up part of one wall, not an oddity for a man like Micah, but it was what he used it for that stunned her.

  After lifting her to the bed carefully so as not to disturb the wax, he pointed a remote at the screen, clicked twice, and in a moment Teri saw herself in full living colour displayed on the wall. The live video feed was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.

  “I always think it’s exciting to watch what I do with my sub,” he told her, studying her for her reaction.

  She swallowed. This was a first for her but apparently not an unpleasant one because her pussy throbbed and the edge of sexual hunger ramped up another notch.

  “What do you think, girl?” His voice was a seductive caress. “Would you love to see us fucking on this bed? Perhaps with a plug in your ass and those clamps I mentioned imprisoning your nipples? Yes, I think that would work.”

  Micah raised her body enough to pull back the covers on the bed so she rested on the silken sheet. Pulling a long-handled lighter from the nightstand drawer, he lit it and passed the flame over the parts of her body covered with the wax.

  “It will harden again,” he explained, “and I want it softened enough so it won’t crack. When we finish…playing here, I’ll remove it completely.”

  Teri would have thought she’d be afraid of the fresh heat but instead its warmth surged through her and caused her pulse to race even more. If he didn’t let her come pretty soon, she’d have a very real problem.

  Satisfied that the wax had reached sufficient pliancy, Micah removed a small box from the same drawer and opened it to reveal gorgeous nipple rings, thin gold bars with emeralds dangling from them. There was a third piece of jewellery with them but she knew better than to ask what it was.

  Micah tugged and pulled on each of her nipples until he was satisfied they were ready for him. Carefully he slid the bars over them and tightened the tiny screws. Teri bit her lower lip as he tightened them that last turn, compressing the taut buds to the fine edge of pain. Then he took the other jewelled item and when he spread the lips of her pussy she realised what it was for. A fresh spate of her sexual liquid surged through her cunt. She could smell the scent of her musk in the room, a scent that grew stronger as Micah fastened the tiny butterfly clamp to her clit, making certain it was as tight as he could make it.

  Because she couldn’t move much with her arms restrained as they were, he turned her over, brought her to her knees and plumped pillows beneath her head. As he stood there admiring his handiwork he stroked his cock with one hand and her open pussy with the other. Teri was shaking with need now, wondering what would come next.

  “Watch on the screen,” Micah commanded.

  He’d arranged her at the perfect angle to have an unobstructed view. She watched him rub her very sore ass, pinching it now and then to remind her that she was always subject to his punishment, not only for misbehaving but also to enhance their pleasure. His eyes met hers as he applied a cool lubricant to the walls of her rectum, stroking his fingers against her inner walls. Next came a butt plug, so thick her eyes widened. She wondered if she’d be able to take it all.

  “Yes, you can.” It was as if he could hear her thoughts. “We’ve done this before, girl. This is only a little larger than the last one. Remember to breathe in and out.”

  Even with the pillows it was difficult to balance herself without the use of her hands but Micah kept one hand on the small of her back to steady her. Her eyes were glued to the flat screen, watching him as he sheathed himself in a condom and climbed onto the bed behind her. By now every nerve in her body was crying out for him. Her clit and her nipples ached and tremors shook the muscles in her pussy.

  Oh, please.

  She wanted to beg but clenched her jaw to keep from crying out.

  One hand resting on the small of her back, he used the other to deliver a series of spankings on her tortured buttocks. With each slap she jerked slightly. Her skin was so sore, but the edge of pain that turned into desire was worth it. She saw the tears running down her cheeks but scarcely felt them against the agony of her ass and her cunt.

  And then, finally, he braced himself and slowly slid his thick cock into her waiting passage. He took his time, her rectum compressed by the plug in her ass, the fullness of him scraping her sensitive walls. She breathed carefully—inhale, exhale—to adjust to his penetration. When he’d filled her completely he reached beneath her with one hand and pinched one of her tormented nipples.

  “Keep watching, girl.” His voice was hoarse. “Don’t take your eyes from the screen.”

  He rode her hard and unmercifully, ramming into her, alternately pinching her nipple and slapping her ass. The pain blended into the pleasure until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

  He drove into her again and again. On the screen she could see the harshness of his face, the flush of desire, the mating of his powerful body with hers. Her long auburn hair was wild around her face and spread over the pillows bracing her she saw the tendrils of the wax with which he’d painted her. She was reminded of what he’d said earlier about ownership. Was he sending her a message? Asking her a question? Dared she hope that this would be the step forward she wanted so badly?

  Then she couldn’t think anymore. Micah’s hips pistoned, harder and faster, and the orgasm she’d contained for so long came roaring through her body.

  “Don’t look away,” Micah ordered. “Come now, girl. Right now.”

  And she did, as his own release gripped his body and he slammed into her with force. She shook with such intensity she wondered if her body would come apart. The muscles in her pussy clamped around him, milking him, her body so full from the plug and his cock she could barely breathe. The ima
ges on the screen blurred and fireworks seemed to burst in the air. Nothing else existed but their joining and the intensity of their shared orgasm.

  Teri had no idea how much time had passed before the last aftershock subsided and her head fell onto the pillow. She had no more strength to hold it up. He had been right. The orgasm was the most explosive she’d ever had, shaking her down to her very soul. She waited for Micah, whose shaft was still filling her, to punish her for breaking his command. Instead, he brushed her hair back from her face and leant forward to kiss one of her cheeks in a gesture of tenderness that nearly made her heart crack open.

  “Very good, girl,” he whispered then eased himself slowly from her body.

  * * * *

  Every inch of Teri’s body was sore, but pleasantly so. Soaking in the massive marble tub Micah had prepared for her, up to her nose in fragrant bubbles, his hand skimming her body with a soft sponge, she finally allowed herself to relax. Images from the day kept replaying in her mind.

  Now, condom disposed of, cuffs unlocked, clamps removed, collar off for the moment, she was soaking in a tub of scented water liberally sprinkled with healing herbs. Micah had produced a cloth as soft as chamois, knelt beside the tub and was taking his time bathing every inch of her body. He even used a mild douche to ease the soreness of her vagina and the burning sensation that still lingered in her rectum.

  She closed her eyes and was dozing off when he nudged her shoulder.

  “Time to get out of the tub, girl. I need to put salve on your buttocks again, and Trent will have a meal ready for us by now.”

  He was so gentle as he dried her body and applied a soothing ointment to her still-burning ass. Then he carried her to the bed and arranged her against the thick pillows. He fastened the collar on but left off the leash.

  “Later,” he said.

  A knock sounded on the door and Trent carried in a tray laden with delicious-smelling food. He set it on the bench at the foot of the bed, smiled at Teri and left as quietly as he’d come in. Micah filled an empty plate with something from each of the serving dishes and went to sit beside Teri.

  “Shrimp, from Louisiana,” he told her, feeding her the succulent morsel. “We have Kobe beef from Japan and caviar from Russia.” He smiled. “An international array of treats.”

  She closed her eyes in bliss as she chewed each tasty bite. In between bites Micah also fed himself and shared a flute of champagne with her. She sipped from it, enjoying the slide of the chilled liquid down her throat. But she wondered at his continuing tenderness, a side of him she hadn’t seen during the other times they’d been together.

  When the plate was empty he set it aside, picked up the leash again and clipped it to her collar.

  “I think we can both use a nap.”

  Teri sighed. She was beyond tired.

  Micah climbed into bed beside her and fastened the looped end of the leash around his wrist. Then, stretching out full length, he spooned her against him. It was an affectionate move that surprised her because it was so out of character for him. She held her breath, waiting for whatever would come next.

  “I have a complicated history,” he said slowly. “There’s a lot of pain and humiliation in my early years that I never talk about. I had made up my mind that I would live with the kind of sex I enjoy but never have a permanent relationship. Never have an emotional bond with someone.”

  Teri drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. What came next, more than anything they’d done physically, was going to be the tipping point.

  “May I ask you what happened? I want so much for you to open yourself up to me.”

  “Why?”

  “Because…because what I feel for you goes so far beyond sex. You said if things worked out this weekend we might have a future together. I so want that to work out. My heart wants it, Sir.”

  He was silent and she was afraid she’d wrecked the whole thing. When he answered his voice was gravelly, as if his throat was raw.

  “I grew up with wealth,” he began, his arm tightening around her waist. “But it was inherited wealth, not earned. My father stepped into the position of president when he was just in his mid-twenties.”

  “That’s very young for that much responsibility,” Teri commented.

  “Indeed. And he wasn’t equal to the task.” Another long pause. “He started to take drugs. The business began to fail and the worse things became, the more drugs he took. When he was high, he was…abusive.”

  Teri closed her eyes, imagining the pain of the young boy living with an irrational father who took his anger out on his son. “What about your mother? Couldn’t she help?”

  His hand lying flat on her stomach curled into a fist. “My mother was just as bad. When she married she was young and immature. As things spiralled out of control, she took lovers. Many of them. She brought them to the house and they didn’t want me around any more than my father did.”

  “Ohmigod!” Teri was shocked at the inhumanity of the situation. “How did you even survive?”

  “Most of the time by hiding. Everything in my life was out of control. I never knew what was gong to happen from one minute to the next.”

  “That is just so awful.” She wanted to cry for that lost, abused child.

  “I was fortunate in one way, however. I had a private tutor who saw very clearly what was going on. He met with the attorneys and gave them all the gory details. They got a court order to remove me from the house, and I lived with the tutor and his wife until I graduated high school.”

  “Oh. That must have been nice. At least you finally had some sort of normal life.”

  His laugh was more bitter than humorous. “Unfortunately much of the damage had already been done. I had developed a complete distrust of people and an inability to make friends. To bond with people.”

  “But you’ve built a hugely successful business,” she pointed out. “Surely that required relationships to accomplish.”

  “An act,” he told her. “Play the part people expect and you can get whatever you want.”

  She thought for a moment. “That’s why the BDSM,” she said slowly. “It gives you the control you never had.”

  “Very smart.” He pulled her tighter against his body. “I knew you had a real brain. That attracted me from the beginning, even more than your body. I thought…that is, I hoped…”

  “Hoped what?” she prompted.

  “That as well as being a true submissive you had an inner strength that would get through the wall around my heart. I…care for you, Teri. I’ve never told that to another soul. If you hadn’t mentioned your feelings to me, I might never have been able to tell you.” He kissed the top of her head.

  “I’m so sorry, Sir.”

  He kissed her ear, another surprising gesture. “I think for tonight, and whenever we aren’t…playing, you should call me Micah. I’d like that.”

  Teri tried to tamp down the hope rising within her. She forced herself to wait for whatever came next.

  “I lead a crazy life,” he continued, “travelling all over the globe managing my business affairs. Politics is a by-product of that, as I’m sure you’re aware. And if I share my life with a woman, she will never want for anything. But I have to be sure in my own mind, not only can I trust such a woman but also be convinced she’ll be my equal outside the bedroom. I’ve found that with you, Teri, or I never would have shared my past with you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  She swallowed twice before she answered him. “I hope so.”

  “I want you to be the woman I share my life with, Teri. I don’t know if that’s love because I’ve never known love. But I want this commitment with you and if what I feel is love then I’m convinced we have it. Are you willing to take a chance with me? To become part of my life?”

  She wriggled around so she faced him, the leash playing out enough to allow her movement.

  “I love you, Micah. I have for a long time. And I hope that as we spend our life toget
her you will learn what love really is.” She touched his face, let her fingertips trace the line of his jaw.

  “Tomorrow I’m going to replace this leather collar with one I had created in anticipation of this weekend. It’s a series of thin links joined together with a thick clasp. Beneath the gold it says Mine. And that’s what I’m asking you to be. Mine.”

  “Oh, Micah. I want that, too.”

  “Outside our homes you will still be Teri Choate, strong and independent. But inside the walls of wherever we happen to be, you will still be my girl.”

  She was so overcome with emotion she could only nod.

  “Before this weekend I had the feeling you were made for me,” he continued. “Hoped you were. Now I think we’re made for each other. Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I feel the same way.”

  And for the first time in their relationship, he kissed her with as much emotion as passion, his tongue dancing with hers, his hand threading through her hair to hold her head in place for him. She kissed him back, hoping that everything she felt for him would be in that kiss. Finally he lifted his head and smiled into her eyes.

  “Good.” He grinned. “Then we have a deal.”

  About the Author

  Desiree Holt’s writing is flavoured with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands.

  For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognise themselves in the pages of her stories.

  She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses.