Blindfold Vol. 2: Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Parker, M. S.

  My nails dug into his flesh as he thrust his tongue inside me, teasing around the entrance and then moving back up to circle my clit. I squeezed my eyes closed as a wave of pleasure hit me. The wet heat of his mouth sent me over the edge and I called out his name as I came. My knees tried to buckle and Cade's arms slid around me, supporting me as he lowered me to the drop cloth.

  He put his lips against my ear. “Feels different bare, doesn't it?”

  I nodded. It felt like every inch of skin between my legs was tingling. Being that sensitive might make the pain of waxing worth it. I heard a ripping sound and looked down to see Cade rolling a condom on his now-hard cock.

  “I imagine it must feel amazing bareback,” he said as he rolled me onto my side, facing away from him. “That is the one thing I don't do.” He stretched out behind me and ran his hand down my leg. “But when you find a man you trust enough, I encourage you to try it.”

  His statement hit me. I'd almost forgotten the reason we were doing this. To make it possible for me to have the confidence to seduce and fuck other men. He lifted my leg slightly and began to slide inside, bringing my thoughts back to the present. None of the other stuff mattered. What did matter was the pressure and burn of him slowly filling me. I bent my knee, letting my ankle rest on his calf, and the change of angle pressed his shaft against my front wall.

  “Fuck.” The word barely made it out, the sound strangled. He was rubbing right against my g-spot with every inch he moved and the lower part of his cock was stretching me wider at the same time. The duel sensations made it impossible for me to think clearly.

  “Each position has its advantages and reasons behind it.” Cade brushed his lips against the side of my neck. “Some allow for deeper penetration, some provide stimulus right where you need it.” He sucked at the place where my shoulder and throat met. “But for a man, the visual is always important. And what we can do with our hands.”

  His hands moved from my hips as his body came to rest, flush against mine. One hand went to my breasts, alternating between the two, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The other hand slid over my stomach and down between my legs. His finger parted my folds and found my swollen clit.

  “If your man doesn't know what to do with his hands, show him.” His teeth scraped my ear lobe and I shuddered. “Put your hands over mine.”

  I did, my fingers not even close to covering his.

  As he began to thrust into me, he gave me further instructions. “Show me how to touch you, how you like your clit rubbed. Show me how hard to pinch and twist your nipples.”

  It was odd, I thought, as I moved our hands together, how he was in control, but showing me how to take command. Our fingers moved together over my clit; my hand setting the pace and showing his how to move in circles, sending pleasure coursing through me. The hands on my breast were working my nipple until it began to throb, each tug making my body jerk against his, pushing him harder and deeper.

  “Pleasure is beauty, Aubree,” he whispered in my ear. “Every sensation has its own unique beauty, even pain.” He twisted my nipple hard and I cried out. “Each person is wired to find it in their own way.”

  I was panting now. My fingers slipped and slid against Cade's as we rubbed my clit, our skin slick with paint and my own juices. I didn’t know I could be this wet.

  “Give yourself over to every sensation.” He nipped at my neck. “Learn what you love and don't be ashamed of it.”

  He moved faster, his hips slamming into me with enough force to make me cry out. I didn't want him to stop, I wanted this to go on and on and on. I knew there was a lot I still had to learn, but I knew I liked this, the merging of pain and pleasure. I liked him taking me so hard that I knew I'd feel it the next day.

  “Come for me, Aubree,” he said. His voice was harsh. “Come for me now or you won't get to.”

  The thought of being so close to the edge, only to be denied brought memories flooding back of all the times Ronald had taken care of himself and never even thought to ask me if I'd come.

  “I want you to come,” Cade said. “I want to feel your pussy contracting around me, squeezing me until it hurts. I want to hear you scream your pleasure.”

  My head fell forward, my eyes closing as his thrusts forced away the past.

  “Every decent partner wants to see and hear his woman climax.”

  I could feel it getting closer, the pressure inside me threatening to boil over. And then he was pushing my hands away. I whimpered, unable to believe he was going to deny me, but then his hands were there, taking care of me. His fingers knew exactly how to move; the right amount of friction to apply.

  “A real man wants to be responsible for making sure his woman is satisfied.”

  I could hear the strain now and knew he was close.

  “Never fake it,” he said. “Never settle for anything less than this.”

  His fingers tightened around my nipple even as he drove himself deep. My back arched and I would've screamed if I'd had enough air. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as Cade thrust into me over and over again, his thick cock pushing through my spasming pussy even as his fingers kept rubbing my clit until I was almost sobbing, pushing at his hand. It was too much.

  My limbs went limp, twitching as he buried himself inside me one final time and came without a sound. He stayed there, his arms wrapped around me, tucking me against his chest as my brain tried to remember how to function.

  I vaguely wondered how much of a pain it was going to be to get the paint off, but I didn't care. The two orgasms I just had were worth having to scrub myself raw.

  “There's a shower in the bathroom.” Cade broke the silence. “Do you want to go first?”

  I shook my head. “I don't think my legs are up to working yet.”

  Cade laughed and I could hear the note of pride in the sound. I wondered if he felt that way with every woman he fucked. My stomach twisted, and I pushed the thought aside. I watched him walk across the room, appreciating the way his muscular ass flexed with each stride. I'd never met anyone who was as confident naked as he was. As he disappeared into the bathroom, I rolled onto my other side so I was facing the wall with most of Cade's work. I thought I understood it now, what he'd said about appreciating beauty. It was strange. I'd come to Cade to teach me about sex but he'd already done more than that. Who would've thought hiring an escort would've changed the way I looked at myself and the world?

  I pushed myself into a sitting position, grimacing at the way the paint clung to my skin. The sound of running water came from the other end of the loft and the image of Cade came into my head, water washing the paint off of his body, running down over the dips and curves of his muscles.

  My stomach clenched with desire. It didn't matter that I'd already come twice or that just one round of fucking was enough to leave me sore the next day. I wanted him again. I ran my hand through my sweaty curls and looked at the bathroom door. I was willing to bet it didn't have a lock on it, and if it did, I doubted Cade used it.

  Could I do it? That was the question. Did I have the guts to walk in there, step into the shower and tell him I wanted to fuck him again? And what if I did? How would he take it? Aside from our first kiss, he'd initiated everything between us, taken charge and told me what to do and how to do it. Then again, I reasoned, wasn't the entire point of our teaching sessions for me to learn confidence? For me to be secure enough in who I was to get what I wanted?

  I stood up. My knees were a bit shaky still, but my legs stayed under me as I walked across the loft. Doing this completely naked proved how far I'd come in such a short period of time. I reached for the doorknob and told myself that if it was locked, it meant he didn't want me in there with him.

  The door opened easily and I slipped inside. The shower was like the rest of the place. A ratty plastic curtain hung on a rod running the length of the tub. It was clear with little swirly designs that did nothing to hide the muted outline of Cade's body. I too
k a deep breath of the hot, humid air and reached for the curtain.

  Cade half-turned as I climbed into the shower behind him and, for once, he didn't even try to hide his surprise. He tilted his head back as he finished turning, letting the last of the shampoo rinse from his hair. My eyes followed the suds down his body and I tried not to let my gaze linger on his tattoo. He'd made it clear that his mom was off limits.

  “Decided you wanted to go first after all?” he asked.

  I shook my head. Now that I was here, I found I didn't have the words to say why I'd come. I supposed that meant I'd have to show him. I took a step toward him, the warm spray caressing my body and sending rivulets of paint running down me. I reached out and ran my hand over his chest. I felt his breathing hitch as my fingernails scraped across his abs, and then my hand wrapped around his cock and he swallowed hard.

  Ronald had been the kind of guy who needed at least eight hours of sleep before he could manage to get it up again, but considering what Cade did and how well he was paid, I had a pretty good feeling he could handle a second time. After just two strokes, I had my answer. I felt him begin to thicken in my hand.

  “Not that I'm complaining,” he began. “But what prompted this?”

  I looked up, blinking against the water. “One of the things you're trying to teach me is to get what I want, right?” My hand continued its steady up and down movement and he continued to grow.

  He nodded.

  “Well, this is what I want.” I lightly squeezed his cock.

  He made a sound that was very much like a growl and grabbed my upper arms, pushing me back until I was against the cool tile wall. I stared up at him. I had a moment to glimpse a wild expression on his face, a look so foreign it should have frightened me, but then his mouth came down on mine and nothing else mattered.

  His body leaned against mine as his tongue pushed past my lips to plunder my mouth. I moaned as my nipples rubbed against his chest and he swallowed the sound. His tongue curled around mine, drawing them both back into his mouth. I dug my fingers into his wet hair as he sucked on my tongue, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through me. The wet between my legs had nothing to do with the shower.

  He was hard against my hip and I knew I had to have him inside me. I hooked my leg around his waist, shifting our position so that his cock was rubbing against my bare pussy. My eyelids fluttered. Fuck that felt amazing.

  Cade groaned, his mouth tearing away. He rested his forehead against mine as he grabbed beneath my knee with one hand and reached between us with the other. I braced myself, but even knowing what was coming didn't stop me from wailing as he entered me with one swift thrust. I started to shake as my body tried to adjust. It was too soon after the last time and every nerve ending was still raw. I cried out as he withdrew, then slammed back into me. The base of his cock rubbed against my too-sensitive clit and I whimpered. I was on total overload. Each sensation was too much.

  The cold tile on my back and ass.

  The water pounding down on us.

  The feel of skin against skin as he drove into me.

  My eyes opened.

  Shit.

  “Cade.” I pushed against his chest but he was solid muscle. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him toward me, and said the only thing I could think of. “Yellow! Yellow!”

  He instantly froze and looked down at me. “What's wrong?”

  I could hear the stress in his voice, but I knew as soon as I told him, he'd understand why I'd stopped. I lowered my leg and he let me go, taking a step back. I watched his eyes flicked down as his bare cock slid out of me.

  “Oh, fuck.” He took another step backwards, his eyes wide… disbelieving.

  For the first time since I'd met him, there was no mask and I could see how horrified he was to have lost control.

  “I'm sorry, Aubree,” he apologized as he struggled to regain his composure.

  I shook my head. I wasn't going to let this end. I closed the distance between us and grabbed his cock. His entire body shuddered. “We're not done yet,” I said.

  “But I don't have any condoms in here,” he started to protest.

  “There are other ways we can finish this.” I smiled up at him as I reached for his hand with my free one. As I moved his hand between my legs, I felt a rush of power. This was what he'd been talking about. This was what it was like to know what I wanted and take it.

  As I stroked him, his fingers slid between my folds, finding me slick and open and ready. Two fingers slipped inside as his thumb began to circle my clit. I looked up at him, my breathing quickening as I saw the lust in his eyes.

  “What do you want, Aubree?” He spoke in a low voice.

  Not second-guessing myself, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over his nipple. He moaned and I smiled against his skin. When I scraped my teeth over it, his cock jerked in my hand and he swore.

  “Do that again.” His voice was hoarse.

  I nipped at the dark flesh and his breathed whistled from between his teeth. His free hand buried in my hair, holding my head in place. As he pushed a third finger into my pussy, my hand tightened around his cock and he groaned. His dick pulsed in my hand and felt him spurt between us, his warm cum coating my hand. His fingers twisted in my hair, sending a jolt of pain through me as he ground the heel of his hand against my clit.

  I cried out as I came, my pussy clamping around his fingers hard enough to make him swear again. The hand in my hair dropped as he wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me up as my climax rolled over and through me.

  As we came down, he moved us further under the spray, letting the water wash away everything. When I could finally stand on my own, he released me and then handed me shampoo. We finished showering in silence and while I knew Cade had enjoyed himself, I couldn't help but feel that something about what happened was bothering him. I didn't ask about it though. If it was something I needed to know, he'd tell me. Otherwise, I was going to just keep on with what we were doing. As unconventional as it was, it seemed to be working.

  Chapter 9

  When Adelle called me Saturday morning and asked if I wanted to come over for brunch, I hadn't been sure it was a good idea. I pushed aside my hurt and remembered I was trying to work past our issues. I didn't agree with how she'd done things, but I could no longer deny that hiring Cade had been a good idea.

  Still, things were awkward between us as we ate the crepes and strawberries her chef prepared. I'd asked her once, shortly after Morgan had died, why she kept the huge house in Chicago's most affluent neighborhood as well as the entire staff. She'd always told me she felt uncomfortable having people do things for her, and she'd always thought the house too opulent. Her answer had surprised me. She told the staff that if they wanted to look elsewhere, she'd give them a great recommendation, but that she wouldn’t leave any of them without a way to care for themselves and their families. Everyone had stayed and I knew they all thought of each other more like family than employer and employees.

  Adelle had a good heart, no matter how her plans screwed up her intentions. It’s part of why we remained such good friends through the years, and I hoped it would be enough to get us past this current obstacle. I was pretty sure it would. Adelle felt horrible about what she'd done and she was doing a great job of keeping her thoughts about my hiring Cade to herself.

  “Morgan's step-father called me this morning.” Adelle broke the silence.

  “What does he want now?” I asked, grateful for a topic that wouldn't lead back to Cade.

  Adelle rolled her eyes. “What do you think?”

  Her late husband, Morgan Dane, had lost his father when he'd been a kid. The man his mother had remarried had been a real piece of work. He made Ronald look like a saint. She'd actually caught him hitting on one of the bridesmaids at the reception. Morgan's mother had died when he was fifteen, leaving him in his step-father's custody. The old man had shipped Morgan off to boarding school and hadn't wanted anything to do with his step-son u
ntil Morgan had made his first million. When Adelle and Morgan first met, his step-father had been awful, coming on to Adelle to the point where she'd had to file a restraining order. After Morgan's death, when his step-father found out Adelle had gotten everything, he'd started harassing her with everything from legal threats to marriage proposals.

  “Which was it this time?” I asked. “Does he want to marry you or sue you?”

  Adelle laughed and we fell into the familiar pattern of discussing how cruel fate was to have taken Morgan so young while leaving his asshole step-father to clutter up the world. Right after Morgan's death, it had been an emotional catharsis for Adelle, often ending in her smashing something expensive, but over the last year, it had become more of a thoughtful musing with fond memories mixed in.

  By the time we were done eating, the tension between us had eased and I was beginning to feel better about where things were going between us. Maybe it wouldn't take as long as I'd thought to get our friendship back to normal.

  “I'll be right back,” Adelle said as she picked up my plate and carried both of our dishes into the kitchen.

  Her phone rang before she'd gone more than a couple steps and she quickly tapped the screen to send it to voicemail. She gave me a bright smile and hurried off to the kitchen.

  It was nice of her to not want to interrupt our time together, I thought, but the expression on her face had been strange when she'd looked at the phone. My curiosity got the best of me and I reached over to tap on her screen.

  Cade.

  I frowned. Was there some issue with her paying him? I thought he received his payments up front in case he needed to pay for something for our sessions. Maybe he was scheduling another date for us. I knew it was dangerous to think of our time together as dates, but after the other night, it was hard not to.

  “Jocelyn made fresh cinnamon rolls, complete with her famous butter cream icing,” Adelle announced as she came back into the kitchen.