His Domination: The Absolute Trilogy: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Cynthia Dane

  Monica jerked on her restraints. “Yes. I mean…” Pain, sweet pleasure shot up her spine and through her skin. “I’m fine.”

  “You tell me if you want me to stop.”

  She tried to withhold a laugh, but it came through anyway, her hot breath smacking back into her face as it ricocheted off the pillow. “You continue to underestimate me, Mr. Warren.”

  “Then do you want me to take you here as well?”

  What in the world was he waiting for? Her birthday? Christmas? Black Friday? “I want you to take me everywhere, Master.”

  Her kegels struggled to keep the vibrator inside of her, but Monica persisted, her muscles there tightening in strength while her ass gradually opened to take the head of Henry’s cock.

  She was glad that Henry long gave her permission to be loud now. How else could she respond but by moaning so loudly that her chest shook? Henry was slow and gentle, but it was still intense. Monica hadn’t taken it like that in a long time. It was one thing to have regular sex after a long time. This kind? Both her mind and body had to readjust to what it thought it knew about her physiology.

  “That’s it.” Henry’s breath was ragged, but he managed to find the words to coax Monica to take more of him. “Are you enjoying this?”

  Monica released some kind of sound into the pillow, but it certainly wasn’t in English.

  “Don’t be shy.” Henry pulled her hair, forcing her head up and her moans into the open air. “Go ahead and tell me how much you love it.”

  It took a while for her brain to connect with her voice, especially with the sensation of the vibrator between her legs and Henry’s cock thrusting into her ass. The moment she heard his groans erupt from his throat, loud and powerful, Monica found herself agreeing.

  “Oh my God!” She tried to collapse onto the pillow, but Henry still held her hair and pulled with half his strength. “I can’t…”

  “You can’t what?” The hand holding her hip dropped before smacking her hard against the ass. Monica shrieked, eyes slamming shut as the white light began to take over her vision. “You can’t believe what a beautiful submissive you are right now? Because I can hardly believe it either.”

  Beautiful? Maybe. Submissive? Definitely. Monica rarely got to feel this taken, this controlled, and this much at the whims of a man. To have the amount of trust she had in Henry right now on top of that? Delirious.

  “Please…” Her breath heaved in her chest, her whole body on the verge of falling over the edge of something wonderful. “Please claim my ass, Master.”

  “Do you want that?” He pulled her hair, harder. “Because I fucking will… and then every part of you will be mine.”

  Yes, yes… She wanted every part of her body to belong to him. A woman could give her heart, but it was a man who took her body. The problem is finding a man you can trust with that… The closer Henry took her to her favorite place, the more Monica began to believe that she could love and trust freely once more.

  “I want it!” The white light was claiming her, a surge of endorphins opening her mind and elevating her consciousness to a safe, warm place that was only rivaled by… by…

  Pure, unadulterated love.

  Henry pulled her hair the hardest yet, raising Monica’s chest and forcing her to look at the ceiling. His throat made a sound she had yet to hear him utter. Something raw, something powerful, and something that claimed every part of her body.

  Just as his warmth flooded her a final time, Monica succumbed to the shadows dragging her away from the light. The light went out. Darkness claimed her.

  She awoke sometime later, her body free to move but too tired to do so. She lay on her side, facing the wall. How…?

  A tender hand touched her skin, Henry’s warm breath pushing into her ear. “Welcome back,” he whispered, his limbs wrapping around her protectively. He was still naked, unlike her. “I missed you while you were gone.”

  Monica leaned into his embrace, overcome by the musk of his body and the breadth of his palms as they cupped her breasts and squeezed her arm. “How long was I out?’

  “Only about fifteen minutes or so.”

  “Did you…?”

  He spread her rear with his hand, and immediately Monica felt his warm seed spill from her. “What do you think, Princess?’

  Monica closed her eyes, wanting sleep to claim her. Don’t be foolish. She felt good, but she was coming down from her subspace high. Logic and reason were about to start winning.

  “I think I’m worn the hell out.”

  “I’ll say. Me too.”

  “You did it… what? Four times?”

  “Somewhere around there.”

  “You’re inhuman.”

  “Only around you.”

  Monica pulled against her collar, her breath slightly cut off at that angle. Henry unlocked it for her and let it fall to the floor, the silver and diamonds flashing in the bedroom light. “I feel so dirty. Not complaining, of course.”

  “You are delightfully filthy right now. Would it be uncouth of me to say that I’m really admiring it? I wish you could see the extent of it.”

  “You should be proud. No man has ever done this to me before.”

  Henry said nothing, but she knew she lifted his ego with those words.

  “Come, love, we need to get you cleaned up.”

  Monica resisted his attempt to get her to sit up. I don’t want to. She wanted to continue lying there, in his arms, feeling the heat of their bodies and basking in the glow of what he did to her. To give that up meant going back to reality. A reality that was full of terrible, bitter people and a world outside of them.

  “Monica.”

  Henry stood beside her, his hands taking her again, but this time in an attempt to lead her to the bathroom. Monica continued to resist, the euphoria of subspace still too wonderful to leave. Tears rolled down her cheek. Tears she could not control.

  He stopped trying. “I don’t want my Princess getting sick.”

  Monica buried her face in the pillow. Why won’t he cuddle with me? She wanted Henry to consume her again. To keep consuming her until there was no hope of returning to the real world. She wanted to be a part of him until her dying day.

  It was the only way to keep the euphoria – and feeling euphoric meant certain people couldn’t hurt her anymore. So when Henry scooped his arms beneath her and picked her up, she felt both comforted and irate. Her Henry held her, but he was taking her away from the pleasures of their bed, and to another room where he would cleanse her.

  “Don’t fight me, Princess,” he said softly. Monica floated through the air, the room spinning until she had to close her eyes to keep from getting sick. “I’ll protect you. We’ll take a long bath together. This week is all ours.”

  Monica rested her head against his shoulder and felt herself carried into the bathroom, where steam from a bath already waited for them. She was propped up against the tub, Henry delicately removing her corset as she came in and out of subspace.

  “Trust me, Monica.” He stroked her knee, her cheek, and her hand, giving her a new charge of endorphins that made her smile again. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”

  She nodded.

  Monica didn’t remember any of the rest of the night. She was too retreated into the back of her mind, where all she had to worry about was when she could go to bed and be wrapped in Henry’s arms again.

  Chapter 8

  Plans In Paradise

  They spent the next few days on a beautiful private island somewhere near Jamaica but not close enough to see other life. Of course, there were plenty of people on the island. Wait staff. Transportation experts, with their seaplanes and boats. Suppliers with boxes of fresh fruit and salted meats. The island was not inhabited year-round except for the occasional groundskeeper maintaining the place, but while Henry and Monica were there, it was a veritable bustling village from dock to vacation house.

  The bea
ch was for themselves. A hammock hung on a deck overlooking the bright blue sea, and although Monica spent a good amount of time in it alone, Henry often joined her in between phone calls back to the States. Monica had turned off her phone, but Henry didn’t have such liberties, even on his collaring honeymoon.

  On the day before they were due to return home, Monica spent some time reading the newspaper in the hammock, the quiet splashing of the waves keeping her head level as she read about tragedies around the world. Here in paradise, they didn’t seem possible.

  “Five shot and killed in Miami hit and run.” How terrible.

  “You shouldn’t read sad things on a day like today.” Henry, dressed in a light cotton shirt and khaki pants, stood beside the hammock, his sunglasses tight on his head and his hands on his hips. “There’s plenty of time for that later.”

  Monica lowered the paper but did not answer her Dom.

  “Scoot over.”

  He snatched the paper from her hand as she pushed herself to the side of the hammock, the net swinging toward the wooden patio floor just before Henry pushed it back down and claimed a spot for himself.

  Monica rolled into his hold, head and hand on his chest as she gazed at the clouds roaming across the horizon. Henry’s hand didn’t wait to stroke her hair.

  “I hope you’ve been happy these past few days.”

  “I have been.” A few days of relaxing on private beaches eating fantastic food and making love after dusk? What woman could say she hated that? “I don’t want to go back.”

  Going back not only meant returning to the Château, but the real world it inhabited. Not to mention being away from Henry for who knew how long. Monica wasn’t ready to completely move in with him yet, or at least not until she figured out what to do with her business. I don’t want to give it up. She still wanted to be the primary owner even if she groomed someone like Judith to take over as Madam. Her breakup with Jackson taught her to always have her own source of income.

  “I know you don’t. I’ll miss you.” Henry kissed her cheek before resting his head on top of hers.

  She would have been content to spend the remainder of the afternoon there, swinging slowly in the hammock as they looked at the world passing them by. Best way to live a life.

  “I have a confession to make. One I’ve been holding in for a long time.”

  Monica sucked in her breath. “Don’t break my heart, Henry. We’re on a private island. No one will hear you scream.”

  “Duly noted.” Whether that was his dry wit speaking or his honest opinion… “I don’t know how you’ll take this, but… I already knew who you were before we met that night.”

  “Knew me as in recognized my name? Or knew me by sight?” She knew the first was true, if Gerald Warren owed Jackson a ton of money. No one knew Jackson without knowing who she was as well.

  “Knew you by sight. Monica, we had met a few times before… not that I ever expected you to remember me.”

  “How had we met before?”

  “Functions, The Dark Hour, parties… wherever Jackson Lyle brought you and I happened to be there as well.”

  “I see.”

  “I’ve loved you for a long time, Monica.”

  She lifted her head, studying the gaze behind his bright blue eyes. “That’s bold to say.”

  “I always thought you were beautiful. Any man can think that, yes, but there was something else about you, even when you were in that man’s shadow. You were quiet and demure, but commanded respect when people spoke to you. It’s hard to find submissive women who still have spines in this world.”

  “Is that what your previous sub was like? You never told me about her.”

  Henry sighed. “She was too new to this lifestyle, I think. She only had one Dom before me, and he was new to Topping. So they didn’t go as deep as I usually take my subs… as you know now.”

  Blissfully so.

  “I always regret pushing her away from me like that. I should have seen it earlier. I learned a lot from that experience. I swore I wouldn’t take on another sub until I thought we were truly a good fit and I had a better grasp on aftercare.”

  “I’ve yet to want for either.”

  “That’s what I mean. I held longing in my heart the moment I heard what happened between you and Jackson Lyle. I admired you, first and foremost. Nobody likes that guy, unless they’re licking his boots.”

  “You mean like I literally used to do?”

  “No offense, my love.”

  “None taken.”

  “That’s when I allowed myself to want you. Before, you belonged to some other man. It was verboten for another Dom to want you. But when I heard you left him, I was overcome with the desire to know you.”

  Monica waited for him to continue.

  “When Sam invited me as his guest to the Château, I jumped at the chance. He knew I was a Dom, but I only cared about seeing and introducing myself to you.”

  “I hope I was everything you expected.”

  “And then some. You have no idea how much I loved you that night… even when I was hungover the next day.”

  “That explains your following actions. This whole time I thought you were simply persistent. Not… in love with me. Not like that. Yet.”

  “I was a slobbering mess in absolute love with you. Fuck it, I still am.”

  “That’s sweet, Henry.” She wished she could say the same about him back then. I didn’t know who he was… but he had loved me from afar for so long? Had admired her intelligence and business tenacity? That turned so many men off, even Doms. Jackson used to belittle her business suggestions.

  Jackson.

  “He’ll never be out of my life, Henry.” She sat up, his hand rubbing her back. “Jackson, I mean. I don’t want anything to do with him. I’ll never go back to him, but he’ll always find ways to torment me. It’s in his nature. Your relation through your father to him does not help.”

  “I’m sorry, my love. I wish there was something I could do.”

  “Paying off your father’s debt would help. He would have no claim to bother us.”

  “I wish I could. As I told you, my fortune is all tied up in assets and investments. I don’t actually have access to most of it at this time. Not enough to pay that man off and not end up in the poor house.”

  “I understand.” Monica didn’t have enough to help. Half a billion dollars was hardly anything to men like Jackson and Henry, but it was true. Those numbers were tied up in all sorts of things. These men rarely had stacks of money lying around. “But something needs to be done. I won’t live the rest of my life afraid of him.”

  “I refuse to ask that of you. I can ban him from my property, but I can’t ban him from other places we go to.”

  “Hence why something needs to be done.”

  She was not so subtly suggesting that Henry show her how alpha he could be in public. She knew how wonderful he was in the bedroom, in other private places, but not in the open world. She wasn’t going to say, “Do something about him, or we’re through,” but something… had to be done.

  Jackson would never respect boundaries. He only understood other men.

  Henry seemed to understand. “He won’t listen to me if I went to talk to him. He would laugh me out of his office, and that would only make things worse for you. It would have to be more… you know…”

  Oh, Monica knew.

  “So we, ironically, need money and a way to keep him away once and for all.”

  “Hmm.”

  “What if we could kill two birds with one stone?”

  “That would be ideal.”

  As the ocean continued to rumble behind them, as the hammock continued to sway, and as their hearts continued to beat together, Monica had a good idea of what they needed to do. From the way Henry looked at her, they were on the same diabolical page.

  Chapter 9

  Least Expected

  On the Thursday ni
ght following Monica’s return to her Château, she was thankful that things were busy enough to take her mind off the fact that she would not see Henry for at least another week.

  They were not overrun with clients, but Judith’s patron stopped by, and a small group of merrymaking men having a four-day bachelor party decided the Château was their starting point. Chelsea and Grace were hired to entertain them for the evening, plying them with drinks and pretending to lose at video games. The last Monica checked, Grace was running around with her top off, and Chelsea had disappeared into her room with one of the guests who promised her an extra thousand if she whipped him for an hour.